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yukipri · 1 year

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Galaxy's Edge Foodstuffs & Drinkstuffs Reviews!

So last month, I was able to finally visit Black Spire Outpost, aka Batuu, aka Galaxy's Edge, aka Star Wars Land @ Disneyland!

This is a roundup of photos + reviews of all the themed foods & beverages that mum and I enjoyed during our trip.

Note that I visited Batuu West, in Disneyland California. Florida may have slightly different menus, and I know that menus change seasonally too! My visit was in January, 2023.

The rest of the photos + reviews under the cut!

Oga's Cantina

In the early morning on the very first day, we stopped by Oga's! We got some non-alcoholic drinks + some small eats to start the day off.

Non-Alcoholic drinks:

Memory's foggy, but I *think* the drinks are:

Blurrgfire: Minute Maid® Lemonade, Pomegranate Juice, and Habanero-Lime

Review: Mildly zingy? but otherwise a pleasant juice drink.

Black Spire Brew: Cold Brew Joffrey's Coffee®, Honey, Falernum, Passion Fruit, and Citrus

Review: Probably the most questionable drink we had, but glad we tried it! The coffee + citrus gave it a sorta...sour? taste? and I'm not sure how I felt about that in my coffee! But it was certainly unique.

Blue Bantha: Blue Milk served chilled with Bantha-inspired Brown Butter Chocolate Chip and Coconut Cookie

Review: Realizing now we didn't get the cookie, sad ;_; It was ok, but idk it felt like it tasted a lot better from the Milk Stand! It was also kinda room temperature, though we *were* in the very first early morning round of people. Overall didn't stand out too much, but wasn't bad either!

Jabba Juice: Simply Orange® with Pineapple, Kiwi, Cantaloupe, and Blueberry Flavor-filled Boba

Review: A slightly mixed-juice but mostly orange juice with some blue popping boba! Was good in a normal, could probably make it at home sorta way.

Food stuffs:

Five-blossom Bread: Warm Pretzel Knot with Hawaiian Black Sea Salt, served with Calabrian Cheese Sauce

Review: It was super warm 'n toasty, surprisingly filling! It was a pretty normal pretzel and the sauce was a pretty normal slightly spicy cheese sauce, but it was still delicious!

Spiced Wroshyr Pods: Seasoned Edamame, Sliced Cucumbers, spicy Citrus-Gochujang Dip

Review: Ngl, these were just straight up plain edamame ^ ^;;; BUT the sauce was really good, preferred it to the pretzel sauce even!

I had another reservation at Oga's on a different night, and this time we tried some alcohol. Now, tbh I am not a huge fan of alcohol; I can drink it, but I just don't really like the flavor, and have never gotten drunk (nor do I really want to), and all it makes me feel is the vague urge to pee. But, I felt obligated to try something alcoholic at the cantina, so here's what I *think* we got!

Jedi Mind Trick (alcoholic): Ketel One Botanical Grapefruit and Rose Vodka, John D. Taylor's Velvet Falernum, Bols Blue Curaçao, White Grape Juice, Lime Juice, and Grapefruit Bitters

Review: It was defs sweet? Fruity? But alas, Alcohol taste was strong for me ;_;

Hyperdrive (Punch It!) (Non-alcoholic): Powerade® Mountain Berry Blast, White Cranberry Juice, Black Cherry Purée, and Sprite®

Review: Got one non-alcoholic drink, and ngl it was definitely my fav drink out of the 3 ^ ^; Unfortunately don't remember much of it, other than that I was using it to cleanse the alcohol flavor...

Fuzzy Tauntaun: Cîroc Peach Vodka, Bols Peach Schnapps, and Simply Orange® topped with Tangerine, Pure Cane Sugar, "Buzz Button Tingling" Foam

Review: This was the most recommended drink by people we spoke to + blogs I read, so I figured hey let's try it. Other people have described the foam as "tingly," but tbh...neither mum nor I really felt it? It was very foam for sure, messy, hard to get at the drink without getting foam all over your face. Taste was pretty mild (+ alcohol, LMAO).

In conclusion: Kazu, u know u don't like alcohol, plus it's expensive. Let's just stick to non-alcohol next time and save our credits, yeah? ^ ^;

Docking Bay 7

I LOVED Docking Bay 7! It was surprisingly spacious, and perhaps because we went when it wasn't too busy, but there was never any trouble getting seating. With mobile pickup food was ready almost instantaneous, and the whole interior had such an awesome aesthetic with tons of cool design details!

Trandoshan-style Pasta with Braised Bantha: Chile-braised Beef, Buttered Garlic Cavatelli, Seasonal Vegetables, Zesty Avocado Sauce, Balsamic Glaze

Review: This is the green-lookin' dish! I LOVED this one, so much I went and got it again on a different day. It's pasta, which I'm naturally biased towards, but also a lotta meat and veggies too, and pleasantly spiced. It felt like a Good Food, while also being unique and interesting enough it felt sorta Star Wars, I really enjoyed it!

Endorian Fried Chicken Tip-Yip: Crispy Chicken, Roasted Vegetable Potato Mash with Green Gravy

Review: Also good! But tasted a lot more "normal." It's a nice piece o' chickin floating in a ton of mashed potato gravy. Warm and filling, but didn't really feel as themed.

Drinks!

Moof Juice: Simply Fruit Punch®, Simply Orange® with Pineapple, Chipotle-Pineapple

Review: Another pleasant fruit juice! Gosh there are so many fruit juice mixes here! Not complaining bc I love them. Don't really remember too much about this other than "sweet."

Phattro: Gold Peak® Unsweetened Tea, Minute Maid® Lemonade, Desert Pear

Review: Another mixed juice drink, mum and I could only tell it apart from Moof Juice bc this one was mildly less sweet, more tea. Both were good!

Cold Brew Black Caf: Cold Brew Coffee topped with Sweet Cream Cheese and Chocolate Puffs

Review: I actually really enjoyed this one!! Much more than the questionable coffee at Oga's. It's got literal cereal floating on top! One thing that we found was that it wasn't as sweet or well mixed right after picking it up (no duh), but if you wait for the cream cheese and cocoa puffs dust to trickle down (or just mix it), it's a lot sweeter and so much yummier!

Also from the Docking Bay:

Vintian Mineral Mousse: Banana Brûlée-centered Dark Chocolate Mousse, Strawberry Mousse, Vanilla Chantilly, Chocolate Crumble, Cherry Garnish

Review: THIS THING. Y'all, if I had to pick just one food item to recommend from all of Galaxy's Edge, it would be this. Wasn't really sure what it was at first, and almost didn't order because I'm not a huge fan of banana flavor, but I'm SO glad that we did. Each of the blobs is a different flavored mousse, the banana being the largest, and i *think* the blue was Vanilla, pink strawberry, though those may be flipped. They each had a sorta shell like covering with soft mouse inside. They all tasted incredibly fancy and delicate, like very expensive patisserie quality, and each blob was so distinctive so you never got bored. I even liked the banana one, though I preferred the other two. The best way to eat is to take a spoonfull, and then scoop through the crumble to pick up as much of it as possible. The added crunch makes it even better!

Overall, this not only tasted phenomenal, but it had gorgeous and distinctively "Star Wars" visual presentation, and overall was so unique!

Moving on,

Milk Stand + Ronto Roasters

While the Milk Stand and Ronto Roasters are completely different shops and aren't even close, I picked up drinks from the Milk Stand for breakfast on our second day, so reviewing them together!

Blue Milk: Plant-based blend of Coconut and Rice Milk with alluring fruity characteristics

Review: The Iconic Drink. I hear that people have mixed opinions about this, but I actually really liked it—and it also tasted SUPER familiar. If any of you have had ramune before, the Japanese soda drink in a funky glass bottle that you can find at most Asian markets, it tasted SUPER similar. Perhaps part of me is biased bc my Japanese ass associates blue = ramune, but really, if someone made a ramune slush and maybe added a wee bit more citrus, this would be it. I also happen to love ramune, and slushes, so of course this was a win! If you want to taste ramune to see what Blue Milk tastes like (at least in my own humble opinion, backed by mum), make sure to pick up the "original" flavor! Overall this was super chilled and refreshing, I loved it!

Green Milk: Plant-based blend of Coconut and Rice Milk with zippy citrus and tropical characteristics

Review: I read some reviews that this was nasty, but I didn't think so, it was also pleasant. There was a bit of a strange, possibly slightly medicinal aftertaste, and it was also "milkier" than the blue so it felt less refreshing. Of the two, I definitely prefer blue, but enjoyed my cup of the green too!

Ronto Morning Wrap: Scrambled Eggs, Grilled Pork Sausage, Shredded Cheddar, Peppercorn Sauce, wrapped in Pita

Review: A very yummy wrap from Ronto's, only available in the morning! I felt like of the 3 wraps, this one was the richest, with a lotta cheese, egg, sausage. It was filling and super good! I wouldn't say that the food item itself felt particularly unique, but Ronto's has a super cool setup, so just being able to eat in the vicinity puts you into the universe.

Evening on a different day, we tried the other wraps!

Ronto Wrap: Roasted Pork, Grilled Pork Sausage, Peppercorn Sauce, tangy Slaw, wrapped in Pita

Review: The classic. I was expecting to like this one the most, and while it didn't disappoint, the others were actually so good they all sorta evened out? For being the meat option, it had a lotta veggies and didn't feel unhealthy, at least compared to my usual diet LMAO. I liked this a lot, and like the morning wrap, it was very tasty in a normal food sorta way!

Ronto-less Garden Wrap: Plant-based Sausage, spicy Kimchi Slaw, sweet Pickled Cucumber, Plant-based Gochujang Spread, wrapped in Pita

Review: Usually not a huge fan of fake meat, but this vegetarian option was actually really good! Of the 3, I think I might have even liked the flavoring best? It had a bit of zing to it, possibly due to the kimchi. Either way, I'm glad I was able to split these with mum!

Hard to say which of the wraps I liked most, I think I liked all of them around the same! None of them stuck out as Exceptional, but they were all good!

Drinks from Ronto:

Tatooine Sunset: Gold Peak® Unsweetened Tea, Minute Maid® Lemonade with Melon and Blueberry

Review: Yet another pleasant fruity drink! Don't remember much about it, other than that I liked it, and it once leaned mildly less sweet than the other one ^ ^;

Meiloorun Juice: Pineapple Juice, Minute Maid® Lemonade, with Blueberry, Cranberry Juice, Lemon Juice, and Desert Pear

Review: THIS ONE. If I had to choose ONE fruit juice out of the tons I had, this one is my favorite. I want to say that "Meiloorun" in the name isn't biasing me (it may be), but no really, this one was genuinely so good. It felt denser? than the others, really citrusy but the flavors were really well mixed so it tasted like an all-new fruit, exactly what I'd expect a Meiloorun to be like! I chugged two of these lmao.

Got this on the final day, also from Ronto:

Destran Ice Cap: Sprite®, Orange-Tangerine Syrup, topped with Sweet Cream Cheese

Review: Wasn't sure about the whole "cream cheese in soda," but I'm glad I tried this because I actually really liked it! The cream cheese added a pleasant, well, creaminess to the orange soda of the rest of it, giving it a sort of ice cream float-like feel without the ice cream. Would defs get again!

Lastly,

Kat Saka's Kettle

Picked this up on the last day!

Outpost Mix: colorful blend of seasonal flavors (blend of Caramel and Chocolate-glazed Popcorn)

Review: Honestly just a pleasant popcorn mix! It was good, flavor wasn't too strong, pretty mild. Was a nice easily consumable crunchy snack. It says caramel + chocolate, but tbh I mostly just tasted "mildly sweet." I was hoping for the brightly colored purple/red mix that at least looks a bit unique, but perhaps that's for a different season? Either way, yeah, I enjoyed this but didn't feel it was particularly special ^ ^;

Aaaaand that's my review! I didn't quite eat *everything* at Galaxy's Edge, but I tried a darn good majority.

Overall, the vast majority of food/drink was super darn good and well worth the money! Some was more unique than others, but the quality was consistently high throughout. I did not eat outside of Galaxy's Edge my entire trip and felt very satisfied with that!

My standout favorites were: the pasta & mousse dessert from Docking Bay 7, blue milk from the Milk Stand, and Meiloorun juice from Ronto's!

I also got all 3 of the thermal detonator-shaped water bottles, but well, the flavor inside was just your regular Coke, Diet Coke, and Sprite. Still cool souvenirs!

But yes, in general, just so many fruit juices haha. Luckily I do love fruit juices, and also I'm glad that all of the bathrooms in Batuu were both clean, spacious, *never* had lines, and were also super cool-looking. Because given the amount of sugar water I was chugging, yeah. I visited them a lot!

While there's a good variety of food on Batuu and I think they did a great job with the menu, there were a few things that I hope they expand on in the future.

First, while there were some options for folks with dietary restrictions, they were extremely limited. Unsurprising, as most of the food shops already have an extremely limited menu with single digit menu items total. But it would still be nice to see these menus be expanded in the future, or possibly adding additional shops so that something, somewhere might work.

Next, I felt myself wishing for more take-home souvenir-type food. Liked boxed cookies, chocolates, y'know? Sure, you could technically take home the popcorn, but it's just in a brown bag. I'm genuinely shocked they didn't have Grogu's blue macaron cookies, I'm sure those would sell insanely well. Mouse-man, u listening?

Again, I know a lot of food menu items are seasonal/limited, so I hope I can visit again when things have switched around!

If you've been to Batuu, what were your favorite things to taste there?? Any hot items I missed?

Anyway, I hope you found this review to be interesting! Thanks for reading!!

#Galaxy's Edge #Batuu #Disneyland #Black Spire Outpost #YukiPri review #Star Wars #Reviews #Food #Beverages #longpost #long post

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meew3 · 1 year

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some little Blackrock things I've noticed in my rewatch for research for fic writing:

Rythian says he likes chocolate shakes

Rythian also likes the squid beer/rum saying it's "the smooth stuff"

One time Zoey says "hey good lookin'" when greeting Rythian

Teep freaks out out after drinking alcohol

Teep is ok with Zoey riding him into battle but not Rythian

Zoey thinks Rythian's mask isn't fashionable - to which he replies "It serves a purpose"

Before the Dream Designs episode they keep saying how they need to furnish the castle and Rythian says how "there's only one bed, so we're gonna at least need two"

Zoey is fireproof even after the ring of ignition is gone

I forgot Rythian was the one to name Gilbert

While not all Revenge Driven (tm) like Rythian, Zoey stole a bunch of stuff from the other peeps when the nether portal spit them out in the wrong place despite Rythian advising her to not steal too much

As much as he likes to be the serious one (tm) Rythian will go on with antics for quite a while so long as they aren't mushroom-related or other seemingly non sentient things being alive and sentient like when Gilbert melted in the water or the pre-made graves

Teep seems to almost always eat raw meat despite having other options. He also carries bones on him which I an only image are to chew on every now and then

back all the way in ep. 26 of rebirth when an enderman frantically teleports around the castle grounds a bit Rythian mutters, "You're not supposed to come yet" foreshadowing the attack the Queen launches later

#blackrock chronicles #rythian #zoeya proasheck #this series has so much more than i remember upon a rewatch #these little touches are so nice whether they were all purposeful or not lol #my posts

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Butler's Halloween / Chapter 10 - Butlers and Bar

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The costume party is just a few days away. It appears the preparations are moving along smoothly.

From entertaining guests with a dance to attending to them at the venue and making sweets... Now, all that remains is for Berrien and the others to handle the drink preparations. I've decided to check on their progress.

[Devil's Palace, Kitchen]

Berrien: "Oh? My lord, you're here."

Miyaji: "Good afternoon. Is something wrong?

> "I was curious about the party's preparations"

Boschi: "I see. We were just about to discuss that."

Berrien: "Yes, our responsibility this time is to prepare the drinks for the party. Please let us know if there is anything you would like to drink. We will prepare a drink menu based on your requests."

> "Ok, thank you"

Miyaji: "Well… Now, about this party, any ideas? Of course, it doesn't have to be about drinks."

Boschi: "Yeah sure, here's one from me. Since we're having the party outdoors, how about building a bar counter around here?"

Miyaji: "Hmmm… A bar counter."

Berrien: "I see. By doing that, we can serve drinks right away. And if we decorate it in Halloween style… I'm sure it will look stylish."

Miyaji: "However, aren't we on a tight budget this time? It would be nice if we could afford a handmade bar counter, though…"

Boschi: "No problem. We can do that with just a few leftover scraps. We still have some extra materials from making decorations. I'll take care of that."

Miyaji: "I see… That's impressive, Boschi."

Berrien: "Fufu ♪ We can count on Boschi with interior matters."

Boschi: "Yes, no need to worry about the props. Now we just need to figure out what kind of drinks to serve, just serving alcohol is not enough. As we're going to dress up as vampires on the day of the party… maybe red cocktails and red wine."

Miyaji: "Red drinks? That's a good idea."

Berrien: "Yes ♪ Both the bar counter and the red cocktails are good… Boschi is really brilliant today ♪"

Boschi: "No, it's not me who's brilliant… Actually, Ammon gave me the idea. He handed me a note saying, 'I just happened to have a good idea…' "

Miyaji: "Hm… Ammon is impressive, isn't he?"

Berrien: "Yes, he is remarkably perceptive for someone so young. I'm certain he didn't come up with the idea by chance; rather, he must have put considerable thought into it for Boschi's sake."

Boschi: "Well… I don't know about that.... Anyway. I do think Ammon's idea is good."

Berrien: "I see. In that case, let's begin preparing the red wine and practicing how to make red cocktails for the event. The three of us will take on the role of vampire bartenders on the day of the party"

Miyaji: "Oh, and I'd like to prepare a non-alcoholic red drink as well. I'm sure some of the kids I teach will be there, so I'd like to have some juice that they would enjoy."

Berrien: "Hmm, how about cranberries? I believe they would be a great choice. They can be harvested in the nearby forest and make delicious red juice. Alternatively… we could boil them down with sugar and sell them as jam."

Miyaji: "Ah, cranberries. That's a good idea. I'm sure the kids would love that."

As they delved into discussion, decisions were swiftly being made one after another. The three calm and collected adults were handling things seamlessly.

> (I feel reassured with this group)

Miyaji: "Well then, we've decided what we're going to do at the party. Next, let's go to the wine cellar to see what's in stock."

> "Wine Cellar?"

Boschi: "Yeah. We keep a large amount of wine in the mansion's basement. Although, I don't usually drop by there myself. If you're interested, why don't you come along, my lord?"

> "I'd like to take a look"

Berrien: "I-I see… But my lord. The wine cellar is rather dark… and it's a bit chilly. You are welcome to wait here with me."

> "I'll be fine"

Berrien: "I-I understand. Then I shall accompany you. Wherever the lord takes me…"

Boschi: "Hmmm... Hey, Mr. Miyaji. Maybe it's just me, but didn't Mr. Berrien seem uneasy about the basement? He appeared hesitant to go to the wine cellar…"

Miyaji: "Yeah, actually you're right. It's dark down there, so we light up candles... It seems he once spotted a shadow flickering near a candle, resembling 'a shadow of a large insect.' Since then, he hasn't set foot in the wine cellar."

Boschi: "Oh, really… I didn't know that. Then why doesn't he just stay back and relax..."

Miyaji: "Hm… I suppose his dedication as a butler outweighs his fear."

Boschi: "I see. That's typical of Mr. Berrien."

Miyaji: "Anyway, Boschi. Let's also make our way to the wine cellar. We need to guide Berrien and the lord to ensure they don't encounter any issues."

Boschi: "Indeed. That would be for the best."

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#Butler's halloween #Aknk

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oxygenbefore1775 · 1 year

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When There's Too Much Alcohol In The System

pairing: porco x reader

wc: 1,4k

summary: taking care of each other's drunk asses (again, the third time, but this time with porco)

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Porco is a menace every time alcohol enters his system. A drop of booze is enough to cloud his judgement and let any stupid idea that's been previously warded off by his rationality and your wariness to be carried out into reality. At least the good thing is that Porco becomes a danger only to himself and his well-being as he tries to put to action each thought that barely crosses his hazy mind. Most of the time you are there to stop him from his risky (and slightly imbecile) attempts to bring some spice into his apparently boring life.

For his drunken brain you are the authority. An unwanted, suffocating his strive for adventures authority as he often claimed you to be in his countless mumblings — but an authority nonetheless.

But what doubles the trouble on your outings is when you get intoxicated as well. At this point, there's only mere grains of prudence left in your brain that keep both of you from killing yourself. The safety of you two, however, comes at a great expense of your energy and brain cells.

You don't remember how you got home. Just a second ago you were in the club, tipping over shot glasses into your mouth — a blink of an eye — and you are suddenly back in your apartment. Strength and coordination leaving your body, you can't even stand up straight and instead sit on the carpet with your back to the couch.

Porco remains surprisingly high-functional as your eye catches his form stumbling over to the kitchen. You pray that it wasn't your boyfriend who drove both of you home. Granted, you are home and in one piece but still — encouraging Porco's tendency to endanger his life (not to mention the legal consequences if the police catches you) through DUI would spell disaster. The jingling of the car keys in Porco's pocket, however, robs you of any hope.

A sudden rumbling in the kitchen distracts you from your concerns and you shoot a glance at Porco.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you tilt your head in utter confusion at the site before you.

Your point of view doesn't grant you a lot of overlook but it's enough for you to see Porco's figure, his hand resting on a countertop to find purchase for his infirm body. The other hand is holding a carton of juice and tilting it slightly to seemingly pour out the contents in a glass. The problem is — the aforementioned glass is just off-center for Porco's abysmally poor aim and all the juice that was supposed to go inside is now pooling on the countertop, the sticky drips falling to the floor.

"Oh you're awake," Porco replies non-chalantly, even turning his head in your direction and not bothering to stop pouring, "I'm hydrating here. Don't wanna wake up with a hangover, yknow? But this glass sure is shitty," he adds, finally aknowledging the problem but not coming close to finding the cause of it.

At a loss of words and energy to help him figure it out himself, you rub your face to bring back sobriety for a short moment.

"Just- just drink it straight from the carton, ok?" you suggest in hope that he will comply with your instructions no questions asked.

As you drop your head into your palms you hear a couple of long gulps and after a few moments — steps in your direction.

"Look at you, being so smart, my clever quick-witted hun. Isn't your pretty head squeezing that huge brain of yours too much?" his tongue slurring, you can barely make out the words from the verbal flow he's showering you in.

You choose not to respond since the numbness at the root of your tongue serves as a sign of incoming nausea — a chance you're not willing to risk by opening your mouth.

Porco — bless his inebriated, turned-numb mind — is unfazed by your silence. Instead, he lowers himself on the carpet, sitting down in front of you. You see his hands sliding down his pockets.

"Look," he says with sudden excitement which causes you to lift up your head to see whatever it is Porco's trying to impress you with.

Your brows knit together at the sight of numerous shot glasses in a cradle of Porco's palms — the very ones from the club you've partied at, the patterns of frosted glass are extremely recognizable to you. But what would they do here?

"Porco-," you say under your breath, about to voice your assumption, "you bagged the fucking shot glasses?"

His excited and proud expression sours at your words, as if he's taken offence.

"Uh, no," he replies in a defiant tone, clutching his "treasures" to his chest, "I took'em as souvenirs to remember our time there. We did have fun there, yeah?"

A shit-eating grin is plastered across his face. You're not sure as to what sort of "fun" Porco's referring to exactly but it is your sincere hope that it wasn't a quickie in the bathroom stall of that club. If you were decent enough to do that somewhere private, that is.

You gaze is turned back to the shot glasses. The sheer amount of them makes you ponder the size of pockets on Porco's jeans (or wherever he decided to hide his stash). There's quite many of them — no doubt the workers will notice the shortage when closing their shift in the early morning. They'll probably get fined for each missing glass, too.

Suddenly, you feel bad at the prospect of those poor workers being charged for the courtesy of your unruly and drunk boyfriend.

Your hands reach out for his, as if the direct contact would make Porco more pliable to your will.

"Pock," you call out to him softly, "You gotta return those and apologize, okay?"

He pouts his lips at your proposition that seems incredibly un-fun to him, apparently.

"No!" he huffed, ripping his hand away from you. "Those are mine, my trophies! And they look pretty, to boot!"

"Pock," you must insist, your eyes trying to look into his, "you can buy other ones in a store. But those," your finger un-firmly points at the heap of glasses in Porco's lap, "those you must return."

Still unmoved by your argument, he stays still, his gaze averted from you. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you decide to use an unfair advantage you always seemed to have over Porco.

Looking up at him, your lashes fluttering and your lips pouting in a seductive manner to the best of your inebriated abilities, you say in a sweetly demanding tone.

"Would you do that for me, please?"

The soft look on Porco's face indicates that he's caving under your persuasion.

"Look at you," he says in a suddenly cheerful tone, "always so righteous and just. How can you stand a delinquent such as myself?"

"Well," you blurt out, at a loss of words, "Cuz I love you?"

An unusually high-pitched gasp can be heard from Porco as he stares back at you in endearment.

"Say it again. That you love me," he almost pleas for your words that lures out a chuckle from you.

"Sure. I love you," you repeat, this time making sure to put emphasis on each word.

Your confession, sincere but redundant since Porco already knows about your feelings towards him, brings an elated expression to his face. Transferring his weight on his hands, Porco leans in so close that you can feel ethanol vapors in his shaky breath.

This immediately brings the nausea back which causes you to turn away from him, hiding your face in the palms of your hand.

"Won't you kiss me?" Porco asks under his breath.

You try to face him again but the pungent smell of alcohol and cloying aroma of juice that Porco's seems to be soaked in prevent you from doing that. Instead, you shake your head in defiance.

"I want to, but I'll puke if I will," you reply honestly.

A dark chuckle falls from his lips.

"Sorry. Forgot how weak your stomach gets from drinking"

In the next few minutes Porco — as the only high-functional person standing — gets both of you ready for much needed sleep. Before blacking out, though, you make sure that he lines the stolen glasses on the dresser in your bedroom as a reminder. So that, taken down by a hangover and little to no recollection of the previous night, you'll still remember what you have to do with those.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #porco #porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #porco oneshots

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borathae · 3 months

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I love that you also love cooking! Ok, the BTS members are all coming over for dinner. What are you making them and why?

YES DINNER PARTIES BITCHES I genuinely love dinner parties so much and I love hosTING AND FEEDING PEOPLE LIKE nobody believes me when I say that I want people to leave my home STUFFED omfg the granny in me just wants people to EAT.

Okay now that this is out of the way, the thought of cooking for seven men (who eat so much like help) does stress me out a little HAHAHAH like how much is enough? what is yummy? what kinda beverages do they want?? what about dessert and little snacks?? besties I might actually fade away, this is giving me real life stress hahahah

Now let's say the dinner party would happen in summer. I'd whip out my barbeque and make them the yummiest, heart-warming, filling barbeque of their life cause one thing y'all don't know about me, I'm the kinda bisexual that grills like her life depends on it, with a baseball hat and a flannel on and a glass of wine (i don't drink beer) in my hand LIKE the stereotype is living through me hahaha also a girl can season some meat yall don't even knooow

If the dinner party happens in winter, I'd make them the yummiest, most soul healing roasted chicken of their life. The recipe's been in my family since generations and it never dissapoints. I made it for my friends one time and they each got three portions YEAH that's how good it is

Drinks? First of all, I work at a brewery so Imma serve beer and whisky from the brewery. The kinda, god like amazing tasting beer and whisky that even snobs like me enjoy the taste of. It's genuinely so good HAHAH I'd serve that. AND local wine, because I live in the official wine region of Austria and our wine SLAPS. Y'all think you know good wine? omfg please try wine from my region, that shit is an experience omfg also for non alcoholic drinks, I'm surrounded by fruit farmers who sell their own fruit juices so I'll get some of them and serve that to them.

Snacks? dude either super local stuff or just plain old snacks from big snack chains HAHAH sorry boys I can't bothered for snacks yall are the real snacks anyways

Desserts? I'll probably like bake one of very own cake recipes, bro my berry vanilla cake OR my apple tarte or my chocolate cherry cake fuckkc. maybe all of them. or I'll make something fancy like ice cream jsjsjjs

Anonie now I really wanna host a dinner party for them :( I sob into my pillow at night :(

#anon #asks #fave

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carnival-core · 1 year

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Ok fuck it this’ll get it’s own post . I said I’d say my Evelyn Deavor thoughts out loud when I got more a brain and I . Vaguely have one . So!! Weird start to a post defending a character’s writing, but the biggest mistake everyone who’s complained about her character has made thus far is thinking she’s supposed to be smart and logical because She Said she’s smart and logical.

Evelyn Deavor is, on enough of a level to serve her needs, really fucking smart. A tech wiz, who knows Just enough about how the human mind works to serve her needs - Just as much as she’d need to make her hypno-tech not utter failures. But the thing I hardcore disagree with compared to most people, is the opinion that her intelligence shown in the movie ending there is a writing flaw. BC . The places where she falls flat are consistent? Consistent enough to feel intentional. And also, Really compelling, at least to me. To the point I think people would love her were it not for the fact she was in a Disney movie, and given less time to shine through in her role than she probably deserved (though honestly she had more time as a villain than most twist villains). She’s not an infallible genius, she’s a pessimist with an ego, the type to look at those with optimism in their hearts and feel Oh, she’s clearly superior, she doesn’t live in such childish extremes - even though she lives a childish extreme her whole life. Her brother and her both went through something traumatic as children. They both lost their own parents - and presumably, almost died themselves - because their father was too reliant on something that was not infallible in it’s own right. Her brother’s childish mind took a childish route to explain this - “Superheroes went away, so mom and dad went away.” It was logic Evelyn bashed heavily in the movie herself. But.. hers was Not much better. “Superheroes exist to begin with, so mom and dad went away” was the logic she fell to in her own childlike, traumatized brain - just as much an extreme, but one she tried to sell as logical, because hers was more bitter, hers was more angry. She let her bitterness and anger consume her as a whole for all her life up until, and perhaps beyond the movie. She is canonically, a bitter, suicidal alcoholic. She drank in almost every scene she was in, when she was trying to trick the Parrs - she barely hid her own general contempt for superhero worship or the way modern tech was advancing to push reliance on non-infallible forces -- When her brother showed he was not going to be on her side for her plan, she tried to kill herself. She sent her plane crashing toward the sea on purpose, knowing that was the most likely outcome. She did not believe Helen would save her, she expressed both her shock and disgust at the fact well enough. She is a bitter, angry, pessimistic woman who could not see any other point of view, who let her childishly extremely pessimistic view of the world spurred by her trauma she perhaps probably both could not get help for and did not Want help for consume her , and she saw everyone who ever disagreed with her as an idiot who she could begrudgingly tolerate until she could make them see the truth. These were consistent traits that were barely , if at all , shoehorned in by the twist. I think the biggest downfall to her character As a character is people believing -- Oh, She portrays herself as infallibly intelligent, so the writers must want me to think she is. I find smth a little ironic abt this fact but I can’t put it in words

#Ask to tag #Suicide #But fictional #evelyn deavor #I love her <3 she is very stupid #On purpose #Sorry if this is barely coherent

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shinylitwick94 · 2 years

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Finished ‘The Time Traveler's Wife’ by Audrey Niffenegger.

It wasn’t as bad as some of the other popular bestsellers I’ve read, but it still lands as a very solid ‘meh’. Granted, Romance is really not my genre so I’m not surprised I didn’t love it.

Still, a few thoughts/impressions.

The time travel mechanism is remarkably similar to the one used in Slaughterhouse Five, which I had just finished reading so it made my life easier, and it’s not too hard to follow, and I thought it worked well for the purpose of this story.

The first part of the book up until when they get married was probably the most interesting. You’ve seen a bit of the story from her perspective/timeline, and then you get to see the same from his end, and it’s quite fun putting the puzzle pieces and moments together. It’s one of those books that is very easy to read. For a relatively large book, the first part flew by extremely fast.

The second half of the book both slows down considerably, and takes a turn towards the depressing and bizarre, which made it a bit of a slog to get through.

That is made worse by the fact that the main characters are just...not particularly interesting. Their whole lives and interests and motivations spin around each other pretty much all the time.

They’re also written in an oddly detached manner that made it very difficult for me to care much about either of them, even when all the horrible stuff started happening (and there was a fair amount of that, more than I expected going in). There are plenty of occasions where I feel like I should have cared but instead I was just watching a Barbie doll and a Ken doll make out in a bizarrely perfect house. Oh yes, they’re also stupidly rich, even before the lottery, just ‘cause.

Henry, in particular, suffers from male romantic bad boy love interest syndrome. He’s handsome, of course, and great in bed of course, he is also a womaniser, an alcoholic and has a violent streak, but only until he meets the main female character. This serves the dual purpose of highlighting that he is stereotypically manly, but is also utterly non-threatening to the protagonist. Everyone warns the protagonist he’s ‘bad news’, except that these behaviors immediately disappear after they get together and do not affect the plot in any way shape or form. He was just changed by the magic of her presence! So a mix of perfect from the start and ‘I can fix him’ vibes. Blergh. I really hate this thing, especially when it’s done surreptitiously like this.

That being said, I thought it was an OK read. It was kind of fun and exciting at first, got quite boring when the novelty wore off, and left me without strong feelings either way by the end. It’s fine if you like this sort of thing. It’s not particularly painful if you don’t.

#shinylitwick reads books #the time traveler's wife

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solardick · 2 months

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If you ask me, green?

It's a primary. Colour.it is, it's every where beyond blue green here is everywhere. I'm not caring

If its part of two other colours , it takes from The yellow of the sun. And the . blue. From the sky. Put then together and you go. Red colour is the one that doesn't belong red is a hidden colour and with it sharp attention. Sharp to denote the presence of thorns. it belongs to delicacy and to the reception of war. It marks endings. To fiddle with it is to risk life.

To see where I'm going with this. There's always one that doesn't belongs to another order. Don't ask me. The demon in red. That’s why pink is so awesome. It’s red. But with a lot of white. If evil was to be any colour. It would defiantly be red. Personal bias. Here. It’s the serpent and the dove. Except that it’s not black and white to create a boring grey. Noont likes grey ok. It’s black or it’s white.

Thats pretty gay.

Dont call it pretty! …well, what do you want from me. I hang with a bunch of fags all day.

Naw, its a cool colour. Denotes happiness. White is the shade wanted anyway. It means clarity and mind. As in white is light. It’s receptive on the side of light. What ever little black there is in the red. Shows an imperfect nature but capable. Shows there is a trace shadows but that one has a handle on them. Bringing with it a sense of comfort to vulnerability and loss potential. Or soemsuch. I dont know.

The whole lgtbq whatevee community could have just taken pink. But no, they take everyother coulour but pink. So, im a little confused about wtf?! Its the god damned colinization of the americas all over again. Nothing learnt.

Peace and love may suck my balls. And i mean that. Wouldn’t trust in rage and carnage to do that. No sir.

Oops. <- see that there? That’s what you call artistry. oO fool. When thise connections hint. Outside previous script. That is fun.

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What of the word oops? There’s none other like it, that starts with Oo. Not common parlance.

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Nope sorry not going to sleep. I have trauma to do.

Sex is the only thing i had. And i kept it to myself. And now its broken. I dotn want to be alive anymore. Oh well giess im not even allowed to masterbate. I never was allowed to care about anything. Im not even even allowed to mnow what freedom feels like. Hahaha 39 years and counting.

Well i can get nothign else from tarot. Im done. Now what? Its not like j can do this with a person. Vedio games drugs and alcohol. If they didnt want me doing it. It wodbt be so easily attainable. Its all just a walk down the block.

Yay a fantasy wothout the deive and the deive wothout the fantasy. Yay. Fuck i need some pussy. Ones artificail injected and conditioned and the other is nature. You can tell the difference. And all it serves is to retard development. And now i can allow see women in a derogotory way. And now i see gays in a derogetory way. One allows me to get off. Seems for rewarding. Oh well, still got degenerate hetero males. Guess yhats my life. Serrounded by bs. And nothig to live for. Hey nothing has changed but hey at least the destabilizing attacks are mostly gone. No more violence coming from without. I leanred thats its ok coming from others not from oneself. Pressures and stresses have been scales down. No more freakign out. And sayign stupid shit. Droped the stupid ass australian whore. I liked here for what she had underneath. She played shit. I gave it back. It was fun. She enjoyed it. I didnt. But. Whatever. Thats all i ever do. Fight back get punished for it. Thats life.

I always tried to bring out that little sparkle some of them have inside. And i did on some account to a coupel of them. But most if them or ghosts. And morons. Like me but in an non- intently destructive way. On well. Peoplw ahve litterally been shocing their cocks at me somce i was like 6. So whatever. Continue on. Its all theres ever been. Sorry we’re. Ot allowed talkign. Cus im sexy and your a whore.

So, as we wait on the development of thos queer ass script that i managed to salvage to some degree. Guess ill be waiting to see what guy im going to be set up with to get fucked. No no im not here to reproduce. Or produce anything. Im just here to be fucked. Plain and simple. 39 years have taught. Ir the o ly thing im good for. Wo der of their still comig. Into my appartment and drugging my food

Pretty sure my fakily was dosing me with anti-spychotics. That and the anti-depressants probably fucked me up. All those years just a potato. Wonder what feeling loved and accepted by a girl feels like. I wonder what not havong a wall of stress feels like. Theres always a threat. Indotn know what life is with out that either. Cones hand and hand with stress. Well its 2:30 i aint sleeping. Probably dosed. Again. Aint no full moon. Isnt natural. Ate nothign but sleepy food. Oh well ill just stay born serpeunded by ignorance neglect, violence and sex. Thats all life is.

Anyway thats why pussies are pink. They are full of white. With the occasional red. I dont make up the rules. And be wary of anyone that gives an insult as a compliment. It mixes insult (primate shit) to that of love.

This also shows to be wary of mixing images of significance with that of language. These images need to be carefully chosen. Or these images become apart of the everyday functioning of communication.

Even though how much i like the Oo death card, for its beauty it is a dominantly feminine, receptive signifier for sex. The added notion that i comes from a deck called something similar to; un jeux de carte des dames. A woman’s card game. Crowley in his honesty didn’t even try to hide it. His spychedelic bad trips mixed in with the perversion of sexuality. Shows credit to the 1960’s hippy movement trashing natural experience. As serves the moon landing, for man kind to the new age, to the receptive motives of nourishing basic desires over the rational.

The Russians tried to get it first? Im not so sure. Isnt really their p.o. Anywai leanred in elementary school that the austrailians are the last country(apart of the good union to be set for assimilation. For the nuclear fallout will take some time to drift over that continent. But it will eventually. You’d figure otherwise, basing on the facts that the country was inhabited by criminals and pirates. And that their national holidays are about the invasion of war and its victory. Where as the americas are based upon the freedom and emancipation. Theres no celebration of the initiatory acts of war. Just the closing of it. Well the amerivan sid eof it anyway. The canadian side, pulled down their pants and said we give up. Dont hurt us. Celebrating canada day is kind of pathetic. The flag of the fallen leaf. Surrounded by red and white. Shows the beauty of death and acceptance of detachment. The bleeding sect. Not all that different from the nazi flag. Symbolizing peace, fortune and the full repetition of life based upon the gamma influence. Considering that both sides of the war. Stopped killing wach other and celebrated christmas together shows that their motives are one and the same thing. It be risky to say that the nazi parties veiled by death and destruction and the Canadian are the same thing. The only bit pf difference is the colour black. Which shows a hint of violence compared to the all white (pink) of the flag. One side had a steinger focus on death( canada) and the other on life (the swastika). The flag of the rising sun isnt all that different either. Not to mention that at the same time the americas were floodign with foreign philosophy and “spychology” which is a feminine name came right out of the holocaust. Speaking about the anima and animus found inside the brains of man and woman. Freud with his evwrythign is a penis and Jung with his, you have a little woman inside. Embrace it. Which would seem about eight considering all he ever side was intruded himself inside the minds of patients. Placing them of the receptive side of experience. The name of the game is to take over that position. While in that state theres no act forward.for being receptive to the act of law and regulation. Isnt enough. They want more.

For all the people that think the WW’s wasn’t an inside job. Anyway theres nothing to do about it if one wants to be apart of the world amd its accompanied personalized cultural heritage.

Just the external demon doing it’s thing. Got to control one’s projection towards available rewards. The more of the spyche that is externalized the better. From there two may easily fiddle with experience. While the life affirming are also being prohected by consequence. A pretty little thing may catch the projection with ease. As long as its fix and out. It cant be inside and life affirming. The longing for a legitanite need for nourishment and peace, while being receptive and accommodating, lacking any volatility one may find after just reading that. Sadly, thats not the case. Volatility abounds. While the prjection is no longer there the fantasy has say, and the internalization of Want and Need. Adopting the influence with ease. Since its mostly just internally created images anyway. For the complete lack of any authenticity, and prosocial behavior. The nothings of 0. One starts to imagining what two is like. The fantasy pictures possibilities.

All lack of “masculine movement”, gives nothing to motivation. All acts forward have been framed to loss. The only choice is nullification. Or dullification. I know, it’s “not” a word. I dont have a sidewalk. Its just a stream. One walks up it. Past it and see’s everything. The touch choices are choice comfort, and the creation of sensuous desire. Or its the group dynamic. Now here also depends ipon ehat cloud of information is raining fury upon it. If its not a choice, there’s only decay.

“Yah, i ain’t walking up those steps. Do you see whats up there? They can howler down like a murder of crows.

For example;

War doesn’t mean war. A crunch of violent vulnerability, fear, ignorance, and promises. Being filled in like a vessel. The mind fills the moon and a desire for reception. R and W overlap with the number 18. W is letter 23. (5 for the fool and the king) and temperance is number 14. 23-14= 9.. Card for the hermitic wisdom. Or the i-card for joy. i to j. Joy to chariot . 23+14= 37. Minus the tarot equals number 16, the tower or to P the hanged man. The enlightenment.

While MAN equals the wheel, the fool and strength.

Where as Woman has the added Moon and O death cards.

The wheel turns and nature along with it. Save it the wheel card itself might active production and not “corrective conditioning.” If ine is just going to mix everything together. In the same pool of water. Like the beautiful star card does. The word for Moon is pretty much the same. A wheel, an O fool, and strength. Which seems to equal woman over man. The double dose of masculine colours are reflected by a doudle dose of feminine images. And now the whole script itself becomes projected onto reality. If one were to ever mistake it as not being a game.

So bye bye tarot. Ive been glied to a tv for 30 plus years. I have nothign to gain from this that isnt encumbering. Theres no eauality. Just a one sided crime. The mind starts raping itself because both side are incompatible. Forcing a submission for the desire for peace. Doesnt matter if its artificially produced by outside forces. And it means the death of the natural function of sustaining life. The genome becomes less important. For sex and death have been combined. The french called it, “le petit mort.” There’s only an external masculine image conditioned by two parts woman and one part man. If it had any opportunity to grow. Otherwise one becomes an over feminized. If choice was made against any better alternatives.

Its just when it on active engagement with life does the conditioning take second seat. No longer consequential, if attention isnt paid to self. And not another. It be so easy to go full woman. And feel liberated from pain and suffering. Forever haunted by “karma” and self - disrespect. Without the choice of doing it oneself. Which is why the image of pride is so important. The internal inage of man crys out to mommy only to be spanked or ignored or laughed at.

If one changes the I-fool for that of the E fool. And coverter strenght as harmony to that of strength as violence. Or over domineering pressence. The then script is how it really is.

While also showing a happy emperor fallowing strict rules of conduct. The eternal child is fulfilled and fun and loving. Not reckless and destructive.

One has to separate and add positive outgoing images of masculine sexuality in place of the Oops card. Lou fucken a tiger works great. The two horses of the chariot arw clasically made to the image of felines. Which again. Is a feminine word. The fact thats its the masculine feline that holds kingship through out the land. Within cultural context inside this cloud of information. The lion is surrounded by active outgoing females. It just protects the nest. As all good males should do. Which requires the use of violence. Ir it cant protect itself from outside threats. Which are always there. And always have been. If your the deer you get taken out. If your the lion. Your more pasificist then the wife. Either or.

Though the tiger does cause some problems considering the japanese/asian influence that place significance on its images and meaning. And to that of the dragon. Especially to that of a dragon with a dove. Which is the equalivant of raping a man. Or to the dragon without the conditioning to that of instincts. But its overall mean is identical to that of the strength card found in tarot. Just the sexes are reversed to ther proper order. Considering how queer that movie was. Holy crap is right.

And just like a soldier, i keep on moving forward. Always getting closer.

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There’s alot of framing of mind going on.

Save for a moment of shift in experience. When one is found outside the “curse” propelled, when intent or expectation predict an outcome of horror, to the reversal of this experience under a lense of “love” over that of hate. A reversal of dialogue. As the scene switches from the male protagonist and centers on the female antagonist. Being humanized by all the protagonist’s prosocial behaviour. And that event be true. There was always going to be harm coming from the antagonist. Save that now it was unintentional, and deeply sympathetic.

Not mentioning, where FE or SHE play would with cards either. The emperor and the fool. FE.

The devil, the lover, the fool. SHE. There becomes an inconsistency. For FEmale represents rulership. This centers around the FELine. Royal lineage. For both FE and SHE are a feminine tense. Whoch breaks down in the sentence. She the female is queen. Both overlap. As does the devil S make the only distinction from HE. As does HE become the lover and the fool. And becomes a sHE when left to temptation.

#tarot #tarotblr #qwerty #the fool #oops #Spotify

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

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RIDDLER (Paul Dano) x Reader

WARNINGS: Mention/condemning of rape (because of a case you’re working on, but no details),just romance with a plot (there may be some gore in the future but nthng for now)

SUMMARY: You meet a new late night costumer at the coffe shop you work at. Being a waitress isn’t your main job (you’re actually a GCPD profiler) but he makes it much more interesting. Brain teasers and pumpking pie, that’s all the two of you need to get closer, though you can’t completely manage to figure him out. You both keep secrets from each other, secrets that could kill or save lives, secrets that you’re not even conscious of keeping, like the fact that you guys have already met, although it would be impossible for you to know.

Ok so i wrote the first chapter… it’s my first fic and english it’s not my native language… feedbeack it’s much appreciated

Link to the post that started it all https://gwengrahm.tumblr.com/post/680150491646361600/should-i-write-a-riddler-paul-dano-x-reader

Chapter ONE

YOUR FIRST RAINY NIGHT

Gotham nights could be quite boring, just as much as they could be excitingly scary. Working the night shift in a café would in fact have been a nightmare, if it wasn't for the once stranger, now close patron, that you met that certain late evening.

Rain was pouring from the sky, as if god himself was attempting to cleanse the city from its many sins, when the sound of the water drops became louder. The front door opened, letting not only the noise but also a drenched man inside. There weren't many other people in the bar and the soft lighting paired with the bright yet distant vigilante signal made the situation far more intimate, yet slightly eerie. You had been left alone to take care of serving the remaining clients, while in the back your other co worker was washing the last dishes for the day, ready to head home.

The man sat right near you, despite having the whole counter for himself, you didn't think much of it though, most people would rather get as close as possible to the waitress (AKA the lady that supplies you with alcohol). But this guy was different, he looked relatively normal, though something about him threw you off: maybe his messy damp hair, or his soft cheekbones on his exhausted face, or his nose on which sat a pair of clear glasses, or even his intense, deep eyes, that could have belonged to a beaten dog as well as a killer… those eyes, you couldn't get over how confused they made you, you're a profiler after all, even though at night you work here to make ends meet your main job is that of a GCPD consultant… you should… NO you MUST be able to decipher him, or at the very least the mask that he, like anyone else in Gotham, puts on facing friends and fiends.

< do you have any pumpkin pie left…uuuh> he tries to read what's written on your name-tag < …y/n…? > you nod and turn to hand him a plate with a slice of pie <do you want something to drink with that as well? You know refills are free…> you say, hoping it'll get him to stay longer or at least talk a little more <I'm ground, but I'm not earth, I'm brown but I'm not dirt, i pump your blood yet i don't beat, too much of me and you will bleed…> you stare at him in silence as he stares back…those damn eyes again…as the answer to his riddle crosses your mind you unconsciously grin, <you got it?> he asked, surprised you didn't get weirded out, as most people usually do when presented with one of his brain teasers <it's not so difficult to guess, but that's not the point… for now> <most people don't even try>.

You serve him the coffee he asked for and collect the last clients tips. He stayed sat there for a while, for the rest of the night he didn't speak another word.

Chapter TWO

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

To be really honest, you almost forgot about him after he left, but when he came back, two days later, he too seemed determined to figure you out, to make you his own little experiment.

A non verbal yet mutual agreement was made between the two of you as he made a habit of coming back to the cafe, late at night, always at the same time: he’d supply you with brain teasers, puzzles and riddles, while you provided the brain fuel that was coffee and pumpkin pie. Sometimes he demanded you'd make a riddle up and after a few times you took a liking to it, he always solved them so quickly while you took some time to solve his, but it was extremely rewarding, specially when he'd leave a good tip.

It wasn't all about the tips though… there really was a connection that neither of you had ever felt with anyone else, the kind of connection you’d never want to brake.

One night, a Halloween night, though it seemed ordinary like any other, became the beginning of a new journey that would have taken the two of you in much darker places: he had entered the cafe at the usual time, sat at the usual spot and ordered <the usual, y/n >, you kept your back to him, recognizing his slightly hoarse, almost metallic, voice , the sound of which seemed gentle and sweet, you immediately started preparing his order. You had put away the last piece of pumpkin pie for him, if any other costumer had asked for one you’d just say there was no more left, and the perfect place to hide it was with the case-file that you took with you from the precinct… you NEEDED to examine it further… that guy and his actions sickened to the stomach, you loathed him with every fiber of your being.

You kept your back to Eddie (you like calling him like that in your head, though you weren't nonchalant enough to use it in casual conversation) still looking for the file and the pie, while keeping up with the smalltalk <sooo what have you been up to lately? Any news from the GCPD?> the question seemed more than normal, you liked talking about your job and he liked to listen, so, while still looking for it, you started talking about the case file <It’s funny you’d say that because I do have something to tell you I-…> <are you working on any murders perhaps?>

He interrupts you… that felt rude, though you sensed excitement in is voice, you couldn’t really blame him, after all you were (and still are) a true crime fan as well, so, after pondering a while, you answered <no actually, but i do want to share a case that’s just as bad> you hear him sigh, but your attention gets caught by the pie and the file that you were so desperately trying to find, you had absentmindedly put them in a small metal drawer under the counter… no wonder you couldn’t find them!

When you stood up and turned your back to the coffee machine to face the counter… something seemed definitely wrong.

His left eye was bruised and slightly puffy, his hands, usually steady and pale-ish, were now shaking (in excitement, he would have said) and had red knuckles. One could almost hear the blood pumping from his heart to his veins, no wonder he seemed different to you, even by just hearing his voice.

Moved by concern you stared at him for a while, before hearing him say <it must be a really gruesome crime for you to feel sick… you never let these things affect you…> as if he didn't look like a punching bag.

Since you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you replied and acted unfazed <well… i hope you’re not sensitive to sexually abusive behaviors…> you warn him, you couldn’t risk triggering him of all people. He shakes his head <it’s fine with me, though I’m starting to understand why you hate the guy so much, please do go on..> <ok…uuhh… well.. there’s this guy who abused like… 20 different girls.. he's not only a predator, he's also a sadist (which is fine if every party involved is ok with it i guess) but when it comes to rape… trust me it’s the worst case I’ve worked on, heard or read about so far… the thing he would do to them… they make me shiver>.

Eddie stared at you, looking almost more concerned for you than you were for him… it was a bitter sweet feeling…

Chapter Three

SOMETHING IN THE NEWS

You decided you couldn’t bare seeing him in that condition without taking any action, you were about to open your mouth to speak your mind about it but he cut you off <i know it might sound insensitive but… why are you obsessing over this guy so much… is he THAT difficult to track down?> <No actually, we already know who he is… THAT is what infuriates me the most! We keep arresting him but he has too many connections and money to even stand trial, let alone be put in jail… as far as i can tell… he’ll NEVER stop, unless he dies,…> < ~or gets killed…~> (he thought), as a matter of fact, after you said that, something sparked in Ed’s eyes, you both hated corruption with a passion, but didn’t know about this common trait, not yet.

He’d successfully distracted you from your question for a few minutes but you were stubborn and worried enough to slip it in the conversation nonetheless <by the way, what happened to your eye?> <nothing…I…uuuuhh just-mmh… fell from my apartment stairs… haha, not the best experience, your coffee cheered me up though!>

You stare at him… does he think you’re THAT dumb? or… maybe… just maybe… you’re wrong… perhaps you’re worrying too much, as you always do when you connect with someone… you don’t really care all that much about strangers but injustice moves you more than anything, specially when you care about the one who’s suffering because of it.

<You know you can tell me everything, right? If someone hurt you I-…> <Can i be REALLY honest with you?> you nod and gently smile <well i was getting here when a group of masked guys threatened me with a knife, i had to give them most of my money, though i saved some for your pie and… well… even though they didn’t stab me they did give me a good beating… >

<I’m… sorry…> you looked at him and his puppy eyes that melted you to the core.

You decide to trust him (BIG mistake, you’ll later realize) and as he shrugs it off with a muffled laugh, you do the same and indulge in further explanation about the case that he now seemed so fond of.

Suddenly Ed raises his head. He starts watching the old tv, that has been on that ceiling corner of the cafe for a decade now, almost zoning out as you too listen to the metallic voice of the news.

<~As night falls on Gotham city another prominent political figure leaves us: our beloved Don Mitchell, who was then running for Mayor, got murdered in his own residence, head taped allover and a warning written in blood on it… “no more lies”… he was unfortunately found by his young son, coming back from a halloween party… more updates will foll-… wait we have.. we have last minute news…> you two look at each other, almost content with the information, as the news anchor tried to understand what the guy on the other side of the line was telling him though his earpiece <the… bat.. the Batman! was found lurking around the scene, he was apparently let inside by the cops, as most people testify… what does Gotham’s vigilante have to do with all this? We’ll follow all the story developments, so come back tomorrow and stay tuned on chann- ~> some guy got up and switched to a football match, Eddie looked at him, annoyed by his very presence, but the he turned to you. You could tell he was exited to tell you something… < weird case, right?> he smirked but didn’t realized you noticed <Absolutely! I hope I’ll get assigned to it! Such a peculiar MO must require a profiler… i need to take care of that other guy first though> <well if you need any help…> he makes himself available as if he could do anything a bout a rich rapist <I’ll figure it out somehow and if I do manage to get assigned to the case, trust me, I’ll tell you everything! Within the limits of confidentiality of course> you wink at him, you both blush, he didn’t expect you to flirt with him, neither did you to be completely honest. <it’s not like he was the most incorruptible guy in Gotham anyway… I’m not saying he deserved it it’s just…> you said, <better him than an honest citizen right? Maybe the killer knew about his real nature and… decided it was best to eradicate evil from its very roots > he added.

That comment was unsettling but… he’d only said what you already felt deep down… maybe talking to him about the case, if you ever manage to work on it, will turnout to be useful.

Chapter Four

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oviids · 3 years

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pls share some of your spn fic recs 🥺🥺

ok, a few things first:

followers and mutuals who do not have supernatural brainworms, kindly avert your eyes

i don’t normally rec or even read much fanfic any more but this is a CRISIS ok (cont.)

there is so. much. content for deancas out there and i have incredibly high standards, several ancient ao3 bookmarks, can speedread, and want to spare you guys the experience of wading through it all.

i also have a section for spn femslash since I was pretty into that back in the day (sadly a lot less fan content for this :/)

I don’t really like au’s or pure smut (I honestly usually just skim or skip those scenes) so if you’re mainly looking for that kind of thing this probably won’t be very helpful to you. jsyk.

i’m not great at describing stuff but i’ll do my best, i’ll also try and add tw’s when neccesary.

i wil try and keep updating this with any other decent fics i find, feel free to rec stuff too since i’m like 7 years behind.(edit 1/25/21) this is getting looooong so i’m going to start making another list on my spn blog rather than update this one

(edit 1/3/21) since this has gotten pretty long i’ve added rating/approximate word counts and marked my particular favorites with an asterisk.

Dean/Cas fic:

So Says The Sword*** - explicit/85k. FUCK its good...au/time travel where dean is not pulled out of hell by cas and says yes to becoming the michael sword. honestly could serve as an alternative to actually watching the show, if you want to get into dean/cas without actually doing that to yourself.

Fata morgana.* - teen/6k, pst s9 finale. very bela centric and i love it, she finds cas looking for dean in hell.

Redemption Road -misc/600+k. an incredibly long fic from a collaborative writing group back in the day. canon divergent from the end of s6 on, has a cool take on godstiel and the leviathans, as well as the lovecratian mythos connection. ngl when i reread it i only made it about 28% in but imo the casual reader can actually stop around there, the rest concerns a lovecraftian apocalypse that is still good (i think i don’t remember it very well) but not required to enjoy the first half. if you prefer i have an ebook version i can send you on gdrive.

Someone Who's Feeling For Me* - mature/45k, s12. they run into lisa braeden and dean thinks cas is into her while cas thinks dean still likes her. treats lisa way better than the show ever did and the miscommunication is pretty funny rather than annoying.

a turn of the earth - mature/95k. time travel fic where cas from s10 keeps showing up in deans life from a few years before s1 to right before the hellhounds take his soul. slow burn, good character study, and at one point cas punches the dad in the face and it rules.

On the Wings of War - teen/85k, canon divergent s5. dean accidentally becomes the Horseman of War. plays fun, fast and loose with biblical lore, michael has some rights.

Named - mature/95k, alternate s5. EXTREMELY blasphemous in a fun sexy way. manages to predict metatron almost to a T. there’s one major character death and its literally jesus christ, everyone is very sad about it and it sets the rest of the story rolling. an alternate interpretation of cas’ mission to raise dean from hell which had me on the floor. ngl its kind of misogynistic at points, but its from 2010 and tracks with late oughts-2010 spn (sorry anna the author did you dirty here:/).

The Girlfriend Experience - explicit/15k. uhhh i don’t normally rec or even read smutty stuff unless someone i know is specifically asking for it but this has stuff like sam trying to be a good ally and dean thinking holding hands with cas is ‘kinda gay :/’ minutes after having gay sex with him.

i crippled your heart a hundred times - explicit/19k, s8. cas confesses his feelings and dean spends a long time getting his head out of his ass about it. truly hits different after the actual confession, despite being written six years early it feels like its actually what could have gone down more or less if the writers weren’t talentless demons who hate us.

My Roots Take Flight** - mature/125k. reverse au where cas is a hunter and dean’s an angel...OR IS IT???? an alternate retelling of s4. tw for briefly being set in a psychiatric hospital/the hospital being mentioned somewhat frequently throughout the fic, plus more references to torture in hell and heaven than usual.

The One Thing You Can't Lose* - teen/4k.you know those posts about how cas is a super-strong super-tough ancient warrior but he just lets dean tug him around because he likes it? thats it thats the fic.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - teen/14k, post s8′s ‘goodbye stranger.’ cas is on the run with the angel tablet but keeps in touch with sam and dean by text, he and dean still manage to be terrible at Actual communication.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day - mature/30k, post s11. a monster that takes the appearance of your soulmate leads to some wild miscommunications and dealing with years of repression, also dean gets to see cas’ true form which is always cool. tw for non-graphic mentions of underage sexual assault/sex work.

Down to Agincourt - mature/explicit/900++++k, endverse continuation. endverse!cas survives his encounter with lucifer and discovers another time-displaced dean from s7. i’ve only read the two of four parts but its really good, veeeeery slow burn, has a lot of fun oc’s and takes a rather surprising but (imo) entertaining and intriguing turn into Hellenic history and mythology. usual tw’s for endverse/endverse!cas but nothing graphic, it’s actually pretty light-hearted (relatively speaking of course).

Nothing Equals the Splendor** - explicit/8k, THEE finale fix it fic you’ve been waiting for! posits that the entire final episode was just a (very bad and lame) djinn’s vision.

like moses and batman and james dean - explicit/31k, post s8. explores dean’s trauma and internalized homophoba from his technically canon experience with sex work and its impact on his relationship with cas. the sex work itself isn’t really shown in any detail but it’s still a relatively heavy fic.

Crazy Diamonds - explicit/25k, s4/alternate s14. fresh-out-of-hell dean and dean from 10 years in the future are displaced from time and sent to each other’s present.

where the weeds take root - explicit/30k. au where the men of letters kick them out of the bunker and they accidentally move out into the country, get over their codependence and semi retire. featuring chicken coop building, sam volunteering at a dog shelter, gardening, and blissfully mundane domesticity.

No Resting Place - teen/6k. djinn dream fic, switches back and forth between cas’ dream of being married to dean and retired from hunting to the aftermath when he wakes up. tw for brief mention of suicide since, y’know, djinn dream.

any port in a storm - mature/52k. post s8 finale. cas and dean have to pose as a couple going through a rough patch for a case and actually deal with their emotional baggage, cas struggles with being human and metatron is up to stuff.

all this and heaven too* - explicit/7k. in the author’s own words ‘...a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto Dean Winchester.’ absolutely unzipped me emotionally and theologically, its just. so good. tw for very brief mentions of internalized transphobia/dysphoria.

Because it is* - mature/6k, finale fix it. killing chuck does not bring back anyone back and the winchesters spend a very long time dealing with what they’ve lost, cas and dean SOMEHOW still manage to have signifigant communication issues even after the confession. tw for suicidal thoughts/brief attempt.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit* - teen/4k, s6. when cas fell for dean it automatically soulbonded/angel married them, shenanigans ensue when dean finds out during the angel’s civil war. funny and actually written back when s6 was airing so cas is still (or at least pretending to be) kind of an OP asshole which is fun.

Rinse, Repeat - teen/3k, s8. angsty character study of cas as he’s reprogrammed and trained to kill dean. not really dean/cas since its just cas’ pov of canon events but its beautifully written and ends with him snapping out of it through the power of love (also now a canon event!).

Emergence - explicit/59k, canon divergent after s11. dean meets a hunter he only recognizes as their friend claire novak’s missing father, but soon realizes he might be the answer behind the mysterious void in his memories and feelings (aka everyone’s memories of cas are completely wiped away for three years).

Cuckoo And Nest - explicit/10k, early established relationship/character study, cas tries to figure out how he fits into dean’s life and space in the bunker.

Build a Home* - teen/20k, canon divergent s12. sam and eileen are cute and turn the bunker into men of letters/hunters hq and everyone but cas moves in, mutual miscommunication issues and pining ensues.

Down in the River - teen/5k, early s8, cas prays to dean in purgatory while sam and dean try to figure out a way to get him out.

Teaching Poetry to Fish* - mature/52k, ?? BC through the entire series/canon divergent s14 and 15. retelling of crucial scenes throughout the shows timeline from cas’ pov, feat. actual fish and poetry.

the minor fall, the major lift - gen/4k, post confession/finale fixit. dean goes into the empty to save cas and runs into several old friends (and enemies).

With the Kisses of His Mouth* - teen/3k, gen later seasons. dean and cas keep kissing by accident.

Remaining Grace - explicit/109k, alternate s6. au where cas asks dean for help with raphael and dean, of course, does. tw for temporary major character death/semi-graphic depictions of alcohol withdrawal.

The face of heaven.* - teen/10k, au, dean is a regular guy and cas is a fallen star (think ‘stardust’, kinda).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes* - teen/5k. newly human cas has trouble getting used to a human body and humanity in general, but still figures out that he and dean are A Thing before dean does.

Hurry Up And Wait - mature/21k, canon divergent s12. a fairyland and quite possibly LOTR related case comes up and dean goes full fanboy, mary is introduced to the wonders of the peter jackson adaptions, many references and comparisons (including between cas and dean’s ‘friendship’ and arwen/aragon). also charle is still alive and has just been doing fairy stuff this whole time.

There Are Many Things - explicit/28k, s9. cas is extremely lonely/touch-starved and trying to figure out this whole human thing, as well as where he and dean stand after being kicked out of the bunker.

It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing - teen/40k, post s11 finale. amara helps dean by putting him in a magical coma so he can finally get some much needed rest and show him possible futures for him, sam and cas. meanwhile sam and cas go on a roadtrip (or several) to find componets for a spell to wake dean up. really good sam and cas friendship, they actually talk about their shared lucifer trauma and stuff.

Non-Photo Blue - gen/2k, s4/5/alternate s5. fifty moments from cas’ memories of dean.

Tall Grass - explicit/57k, canon divergent post series. cas becomes the ultimate plant dad. feat the wayward sisters gang, cathartic character growth, fun oc’s, domesticity, and lots of actual botanical info-dumping.

on vessels - no rating/gen/2k. established dean/cas, cas tells dean about how he used to imagine what it would be like to have him as his vessel.

search for tomorrow on every shore* - teen/11k, post-finale (extremely derogatory). some angels in jack’s new heaven act out and dean gets temporarily resurrected in 2003 and runs into his younger self.

Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart - explicit/45k, very canon divergent post s1. dean’s new house seems to have a life and mind of its own, while in his dreams he sees glimpses of a world and apocalypse that never came to be and an angel that looks strangely like his mysterious neighbor, cas. loosely inspired by the book house of leaves (which i highly recommend for fans of weird horror).

The Distance Of The Setting Sun - explicit/17k, post s5. established dean/cas relationship, team free will finally takes advantage of cas’ abilities to go on vacation around the world.

diamond star halo - teen/5k, s11. dean lets cas use him as a temporary vessel while he recovers from rowena’s spell, sam is a long-suffering third-wheel.

Make Known** - teen/16k, s6/7. dean struggles to understand how cas could have become his enemy and whether he ever truly knew him in the first place.

blunt little instrument* - mature/1.4k, post finale. dean finally confronts his father in heaven, very cathartic.

my heart a compass*** - teen/10k, post confession. the empty forces cas to re-experience his most regretted moments while dean tries to snap him out of it and bring him home.

A Crash Course in Someone Else's History - teen/11k, s6. cas from the very start of s4 is brought forward in time by s6!cas to distract the brothers from his and crowley’s plans.

The Cuckoo Father - mature/8k, s7 au. the woman who found cas in the river post-leviathans does not marry him bc he was sent to her by god or whatever, but actually identifies him as jimmy novak and sends him back to claire and amelia.

The Dead Dean Clause* - teen/5k, post alt s5 ending. team free will celebrates surviving taking down lucifer by getting blitzed, cas lies to a cop and gets an impromptu driving lesson. title/description sound dark i know but it’s actually very funny and light.

Suck It, Judy Garland - mature/20k, s12 (after the ‘i love you...i love all of you’ episode). cas and sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case and dean is NOT happy about it.

By Daylight and In Dream - teen/16k, s5. pre-dean/cas, dean invites cas to use his dreams to hide from the other angels. tw for very brief mention of a memory/dream of alastair sexually assaulting dean.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven - mature/22k, post-canon. an actually happy (if sometimes bittersweet) heaven endgame written several years ago, though some details are rather eerily similar to the show’s ending.

heaven is a place on earth* - teen/2k. dean’s pov of some of the times cas left him behind throughout the show, and one alternate ending where he finally gets to stay.

I Cleanse The Mirror - teen/20k, alternate s6. dean’s body is stolen by an ancient elemental and his soul has to hitch a ride in cas’ vessel.

an exploration of gender; angelic*** - mature/4k. *oscar isaac voice* lets get into angel gender politics!! aka cas is trans.

Zenith - explicit/33k, s9. after 9x06 an angry witch curses cas with the ability to see supernatural beings and human souls.

La cucina. - gen/3k, alt s9. dean goes wild helping a newly-human cas find out what kinds of food he likes, or the early s9 domesticity we deserved!

Dean Winchester, Cocksucker at Rest***** - teen/7k, post-finale. john and mary finally come over for dinner and john reacts to dean/cas in a rather predictable fashion. SOOOOOOOOO good omg, its so funny and a little sad and very very cathartic. part of a series that has a few other really good short fics.

The Way You Didn't Go - teen/5k, s15. coda to 15.09, dean has nightmares about the moc!cas timeline.

On Drowning - teen/28k. dean saves cas after he nearly drowns, they both try and deal with the physical/mental fallout (aka the fic where thee iconic “you only touch me when you think I’m dead or dying” originates). tw for realistic depictions of drowning/triage/misc medical information.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love* - mature/13k. claire has dean and cas pretend to be her gay dads for a case and they play the titular 36 question game, get mistaken for swingers, and birdwatch, among other things.

Assorted F/F stuff:

Deep Breaths* - mary/ellen, au where mary said no to azazel’s deal and let john stay dead, still becomes a milf.

Like Rebel Diamonds - krissy/claire, they become hunter gf’s on the hunt for cas to kick his ass for taking jimmy. not-so-stealth dean/cas as well.

To Ash and Bone - anna/ruby, same author as the previous fic (p much all of her stuff is good from what i recall). au where ruby is a witch and helps anna when she’s cursed.

Holy Clockwork Angels - jo/ruby, STEAMPUNK au with very cool worldbuiilding.

At Day's End - jo/anna (my fucking KINGDOM for more jo/anna content, the dean/cas parallels are allllll there), au where they are both at the camp in the endverse and gfs.

these posts - ok so not actually a fic but i’m now obsessed with this hannah/meg dynamic.

Tagelied - mary/ellen, the true story of how ellen got into hunting before angels interfered.

Hell's Bells** - meg/abaddon, alternate s8/9 where meg survives crowley’s attack with sam’s help and teams up with abaddon (who she has a sk year old crush on) to take back hell.

The Ecstasy of the Rose - anna/ruby, anna travels back in time to escape heaven and becomes a signifigant part of ruby’s old human life.

Angel Underground - anna/jo, kind of an urban fantasy au with a very intriguing premise (sadly its very short, i’d love to see more if this ‘verse).

Clover, Flame - billie/mary, billie was always the reaper that showed up to take mary after her death(s) over the years.

Drag Me To Heaven - anna/ruby, a variant on the ‘last night on earth’ thing with dean.

Come Home* - jo/anna, canon-divergent au where anna is the new waitress at the roadhouse and helps jo set up a (probably not really) haunted house for halloween.

#if you told me i'd be doing this in 2020 three weeks ago i'd have laughed in your face :/#deancas #supernatural #fic recs #spn femslash #destiel #fic #the alie tag #spn posting

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contemplationtown · 3 years

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Haven /Din Djarin x F!Reader/ Ch. 3

Synopsis: The child was what brought you two together. With him gone, what exactly was left? Drunk on spotchka.

Warnings/Tags: 18+. Loss. Alcohol. Dubcon. Hurt/Comfort. Slow Burn. Fluff. Cursing. Hickeys. Kissing. Slightly smutty content. Protective! Din. Soft! Din. Dom! Din.

Introduction, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (Series Ongoing)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: The spice commences!!

Read chapter 2 here.

Thankfully, you made it back to Nevarro in one piece. Having been alerted of your arrival, Greef Karga notifies you that he will meet you on the outskirts of the small city. You land on a little platform, the beginnings of a landing strip that they are building on the planet.

You and Mando hadn't spoken a word to each other after what had happened in the cockpit—you hadn't even left the room at all to avoid seeing him. He didn't come back in either, so you seemed to be on the same page.

After the ship steadies itself, you finally walk out. Both of you awkwardly stand side by side as you wait for the door to open. When it finally does, you descend it first, watching a smiling Greef as he throws his hands up. "Welcome back! I hope you two have had a safe journey."

You muster up a smile and nod, "Thank you, Greef." You see Mando nod at him as well.

Greef offers his arm, and you hook yours around his as you walk towards the city. He begins to chatter on about new changes to Nevarro and how he has been, as well as Cara's whereabouts. "She's on official business at the moment, but will join us for a drink later on tonight!"

In all honesty, you were barely paying attention to what he was saying. Your mind was clouded by thoughts and questions of what had happened earlier. You were unable to forget Mando's sudden change over the course of the last few days. Was it because of what happened with the bounty? Was he just acting out of fear, or something more?

Mando trails behind as Greef continues to talk, but eventually cuts in. "The ship needs repairs. I'm gonna go back to work on it." He hands Greef the tracking FOBs.

"Oh, well alright, but don't pretend to forget we're meeting at the cantina later!"

Mando nods in response, but quickly turns around and walks away. You and Greef watch as he stalks back towards the Morut.

"What's got him all worked up?" He questions, curious. "No idea," you say.

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Later that night, you, Cara, and Greef meet at the tiny cantina in the little village. It's downsized from the previously larger space when it had been home to the Bounty Hunter's Guild—but it served alcohol nonetheless. The cantina was crowded that night, humans and non-human species alike mingling and drinking heartily. The air was warm inside and lit brightly with pale yellow lights, and you felt some tension fade away as you downed your third shot of spotchka.

Cara stared at you, eyebrows raised as she watched.

"What?" You questioned her.

"You're not usually much of a drinker."

You scoff, shaking your head. "I just don't usually drink in front of you, Dune. I can handle my spotchka."

Cara laughs as you say this, lifting her hands up defensively. "Whatever you say."

You both watch as Greef greets all the patrons of the bar, laughing and mingling. The city wasn't very large yet, so each patron inside practically always knew the other, save for a few random travelers.

"Where's Mando tonight?" Cara asks.

Even when he's not physically here, he's haunting you. Back straightening, you turn your head away, feeling your face glow red. "Probably at the ship..." You mumble. You grab your fourth shot, bringing it up to your lips.

"Alright. Spit it out. What's going on with you guys? Did something finally happen?"

You almost do spit the spotchka out, abruptly setting the glass back onto the table. "What? What makes you say that? What do you mean 'finally'?"

Cara lets out another sharp laugh. "Ok, you can't go deflecting my questions with more questions. Besides, you know exactly what I'm talking about." She sips her drink with a knowing look.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. You thought back to Mando's fingers on your chin and neck. "Maker, I don't know! We...we had a moment?"

"A moment?"

"Yeah. A moment."

Cara shakes her head, smile still plastered on her face.

You down the drink. Curious, you question her again. "So...what did you mean by 'finally'?"

"Shit... Are you that clueless?" She asks. You shrug, honestly not sure. "You've known each other for over a year now. Taking care of a kid together. Your kid. And now you're traveling the galaxy with him alone. You don't think any feelings would be involved?"

You ponder this question. "Honestly... I don't know. It was just always about Grogu, you know? He was our first priority, we were basically only—" you put your fingers in air quotes "—'together' because of him. And now that he's gone...." You shrugged, staring off into the distance.

Cara puts a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. She sighs, handing you another shot. "I'm sure the little guy's doing just fine, with his weird mind magic. You two taught him well."

You chuckle at the thought, taking the shot graciously. "Yeah, I'm sure he is, too."

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The cantina is still as lively as ever later on in the night. You stopped counting the amount of shots you took after a while, but you knew that you were tipsy. Well, maybe you were drunk, just maybe. Greef had gone home much earlier, and Cara had left you to flirt with a woman at the bar while you were still sober. She had been missing since then, as well. Mando hadn't shown up the whole night—not to your surprise.

You gathered yourself, deciding that you needed to get back to the ship. Taking a breath, you stood up from the stool, almost stumbling as you exited the bar. The lights and noise faded away as you stepped into the street, walking farther and farther away. The warm desert breeze blew against you lightly as you trudged down the sandy path.

"Hey! Hey you!" You whipped your head to your side, hearing someone yell at you from a darkened alleyway. "You got any credits?" You squinted, still cautious, the darkness obscuring their face and body. The figure walked out of the shadows.

You backed away, "Sorry, I don't have anything on me—" Now standing in the light, you noticed it was a teenage boy, much younger, but still fairly large for his age.

"C'mon, I just saw you come out the cantina," he grabbed your wrist, and your memory flashed back to the sickly bounty.

You sobered up a bit, trying to pull away with more force. "I said I didn't, now back off."

He made a face at you, gripping tighter and pulling. "Just tell me the truth—"

Without thinking, you launched your fist into the air, striking him firmly in the jaw. Your eyes widen at your own action, panting a little as realization set in. He let go, grabbing his face in pain.

Instinctively, you break off into a run.

"You bitch!" He said, running after you. Your heart is pounding, and you think you've completely sobered up at this point. As you run past another alley, a hand suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you into the darkness. You thrash around, trying to remove their grip on you.

"Calm down! It's me." You instantly recognize the modulated voice whispering to you. It was Mando, and you wondered how he had gotten there. You don't remember seeing him back at the cantina or anywhere else on the street. Had he been... following you?

Either way, you feel relief in that moment, nodding. "Ok, now go out there and fight him!"

His helmet is on, but you can almost picture the dumbfounded expression on his face. "I'm not going to fight a child."

You blink. "Oh. Right."

"Stay here," he says, and disappears around the corner.

The sound of footsteps approach. "Hey! Did you see a lady run past here earlier? She just...assaulted me!"

Your jaw drops and you shake your head furiously, getting up immediately from your squatting position. You almost reveal yourself until you hear Mando speak.

"That's not what I saw." There's a pause for a moment, and you're sure that the teen must be scared. You hear Mando's step forward.

"I suggest you go home, kid. It's getting late."

The teen sputters. "F-fine."

You hear his steps fade off into the distance, and you find yourself feeling triumphant at the sound. Mando returns, stepping in front of you. You nod enthusiastically at him while smiling. "Good job, Mando, you told him!"

Mando's chest rises up and down, more strongly than usual. Your smile slowly fades. He seems...angry.

"Walking back alone when you're drunk? How could you be so careless?" He says. Before you can answer, he grabs your arm, guiding you out onto the street.

"Hey," you try to peel his hand off, "Hey!"

He stops, and you shake off his grip. "I can walk," you retort. You trudge forward, stumbling a bit as you do so. He stays behind for a second, frozen in place, but eventually matches your pace.

You walk in fuming silence until you finally reach the Morut. The ramp lowers, and you stomp up. You kick your shoes off as you enter the vessel.

You spot the cots on the side and make your way over, falling onto the bottom one. The spotchka catches up to you again, and you feel your inhibitions fading away. Mando closes the door, surrounding the two of you in almost complete darkness—the dim light in the fresher the only thing illuminating the room. As your eyes adjust, you look in your peripheral vision at Mando—leaned up against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

You sit up, feeling a surge of anger return. "You... you bucket head!"

Mando's head whips towards you.

"Stop treating me like a child! Stop... doing things to me and acting like nothing happened after." You shout at him. "You confuse the kriffing hell out of me—it's like I can never know what you're thinking or feeling. It's like I don't even know you." Your words are slightly slurring together at this point, but you're speaking the truth. The alcohol was only giving you the confidence to say it.

"Hell, I barely know what you even look like," you whisper.

That statement wasn't completely true. You did know what he looked like. On the Imperial shuttle, he had taken his helmet off, the first time you—and Grogu—had ever even seen his face.

And he was beautiful. Tousled brown hair, stubble on his golden-brown cheeks. His eyes—melancholic, soft, and kind. You looked away in that moment, out of respect, but you could never forget.

Abruptly, Mando pushes himself off the wall. He stalks over to the fresher, and you feel your heart drop a bit as he closes the door. Oh fuck... I messed up. You thought. How could you have said that to him? You knew that he was sensitive about that situation, about the "Way," his realization that he had been indoctrinated with ancient, cultish beliefs. You begin to get up, to knock and apologize for what you did, until you see the sliver of light switch off from underneath the door. You hear the clink of his beskar pieces fall onto the floor. You're in complete darkness again, and you trip back onto the cot. The door opens, Mando walking out.

"Mando?" you whisper, squinting, but this time your eyes don't adjust to the dark. You hear his footsteps get closer, and you can sense as he kneels down in front of you at eye level.

To your surprise, you feel his breath fan lightly across your face. His helmet is off.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You can't see him, but you feel his hands—his bare hands—lightly touch the backs of yours. He grabs each of your hands in his, scooping them up, guiding them to rest on his face. He drops his own hands then, allowing you control. Stubble tickles your palms, and you feel warmth growing underneath as you kept them there. You start to move your fingers, one by one, testing the boundary.

Slowly, you stroke his cheeks, feeling him shiver slightly at the gentle contact. You brush the pad of your thumb over his lips, feeling how it was slightly parted and down-turned.

"I'm sorry." He finally says, and you're momentarily shocked to hear the unmodulated voice—deeper, more clear. "I'm sorry for treating you like that..." He trails off.

"Mando, I... I understand." You do, you honestly do. Your anger stopped you from realizing it at first, but you knew why he was doing it. You felt it too—the loss of Grogu impacted you both in that way. You could tell Mando cared for you and that he was blinded by fear, and you were aware that fear motivated your own actions, too. You knew you couldn't blame him entirely for it. "I'm sorry for lashing out. For being...reckless." You swallow as you felt him lean his head against your hand.

"I don't know how to tell you what I feel sometimes... What I want." He says softly.

You take in a breath. "What do you want?"

He pauses, and you feel the air become even tenser around you.

"I want you." He breathes out.

Your mouth parts in surprise. You think back to the other night—his hands wrapped around your waist and legs, his bare fingers brushing against the soft skin of your neck. You think of earlier today—his muscular arms trapping you at his chest, fingers tilting your chin.

"Then... have me." you respond. His breath becomes faster.

You take a hand off his cheek to tug lightly at the front of his collar, impatience in your voice. "Maker... just kiss me already—"

Mando leans forward swiftly, reaching his hands out to cup either side of your face. You fall with your back against the cot as his lips meet yours, aggressive in the best ways—but still gentle.

He takes his hands off your face, putting them on either side of your head, forearms trapping you between him as he hovers over you. He hooks a leg over your body, straddling your lower half as you stifle a moan.

His lips caress yours firmly until you feel them momentarily part. Taking this opportunity, you slide your tongue in, swiping it teasingly over his bottom lip. He groans quietly as you do so, allowing your tongue inside to explore his mouth. You massage it with his, relishing in the soft and minty taste.

Running your hands through his soft hair, you pull it teasingly. Mando breaks away from your mouth, and you gasp lightly as he kisses your cheek—then your jawline—continuing to trail lower down your neck. He stops right under your left collarbone and begins to suck on the sensitive spot above your breast, stubble tickling your skin. He nips on your chest with his teeth, licking it, and sucking on it again, continuing in this rotation until you're sure a hickey will form the next day. You wiggle around, the feeling absolutely overwhelming your senses.

"Stay still," he whispers into your skin. He continues to do the same on your other breast, then in the center of your chest, then farther up your neck—until you can't help but start rubbing your lower half against his.

Once you do, he throws his head up, letting a tiny groan slip from his mouth. You feel something hard rubbing against your center, and you're desperate to find relief as the pressure builds.

"W—wait," Mando calls out your name, and you slowly stop, both of you panting in the darkness. "Not like this, mesh'la..." he whispers, lightly cupping your cheek. You take a deep breath, desperate to calm your senses. "O—Okay..." you stutter out, feeling warmth creep up your neck.

He lowers his head again, leaving feathered kisses on your right cheek, then your left, and finally your forehead.

He then tilts his head lower—until his lips are hovering above the cut wound you received a day prior. He kisses that, too, gentlest of all, and you tingle slightly at the contact.

At very last, he moves up, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You sigh breathily into his mouth before he breaks contact. He then softly moves his hips off of you, feet planting onto the floor.

The fatigue takes over as his lips leave yours, the alcohol having finally caught up. You thanked it in your head for the liquid courage, sighing satisfactorily as you fall into a deep, warm sleep.

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