Im rewatching good omens bc im sick for the second time within one month for some reason and I might as well do that and i remembered something about when i watched it for the first time. So, when the series came out a lot of people were posting about it on tumblr and a lot of people were also posting about seeing a lot of good omens posts and it made me curious so I decided to watch it and I guess because it was popular on tumblr or because I was just a lil stupid in 2019, i kinda assumed it was like, a kids show or a YA show so I made this meme to express my suprise that it wasnt
(this is a recreation, i didnt have the original image but i did post it on my old tumblr account that i had at the time)
Sometimes she wondered when she became so dependant. Most of those times she hated herself for it. But that didn’t prevent her from going back at it every now and then. It was like pills. Or weed, or alcohol. He’s become like a drug to her. A delusional means to make her forget about reality. But he was the only one who could give her that kind of release and she wasn’t sure why.
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His lips are warm on hers and his tongue daring, by now he knows what she allows him to do. There are still some rules from what he recalls: no cheesy talk, no cuddling sessions afterwards and never, ever ask for permission out loud. She will say no, obviously. And they both don’t want that. His hand moves up under her top, tugging it upward and stroking her smooth skin. She presses her lips harder against his and pulls him closer to her by grabbing the collar of his shirt. Shirt that will soon end up on the floor, along with hers and the rest of their clothing. He’s hovering over her on the bed, focused on his other hand trailing up her thigh, under her skirt. She squirms below him and reaches out to unbuckle his belt quickly, and get to work on getting rid of his pants. She’s efficient and not very patient and he groans when she touches him, his mouth gently sucking her earlobe.
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“Want a spliff?”, the rather inoffensive offer was usually a trap, even though it didn’t always end up this way. Sometimes they could simply enjoy a friendly time between the two of them, talking about irrelevant stuff and preparing pranks to set on people. But when sharing bongs turned into sharing open-mouthed kisses and light touches, the pair was in for the long shot.
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His hot breathing is all that she hears, along with her own short ones which soon turn into moans. His hand is gripping her waist and will probably leave marks but for now she’s somewhere else. His other goes up to her face and brings it down for a kiss and she closes her eyes again. His hips are rocking upwards, in symbiosis with her own movements. He takes advantage of her new position to attack her neck and she bites her bottom lip, suppressing a whimper. It’s like everything they do, a competition. A bet to see who will cave in first. And as much as she dislikes to admit it (but enjoy it very much nonetheless), he’s getting the upper hand lately, even though she’s the one riding him at the moment. But still, he’s purposefully teasing her, sitting up so his mouth can work its magic on her breasts. He knows she doesn’t allow him to leave marks where it’s visible, so he takes advantage of other places. However, she gladly nicks at the tender skin of his neck, sometimes not so lightly, forming love bites for everyone to see. No, not love bites, hickeys. There is no love in what they’re doing.
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She still didn’t want to talk about it, although it wasn’t a secret for anyone. For people, they were fuck buddies. To her, he was her escape. He made her feel alive without the actual pain of being alive in their fucked up city. When they were together, she didn’t think about dying or constantly fighting for her life. It all came back quickly in the aftermath but she was only seeking for a short time to recover from the real life.
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She is on top of him, still, her hands pressed hard on his torso, contrasting to the slow motions of her hips above him. Intoxicated by the drugs she took earlier, every thrust is emphasized and it delights her. “Fuck, Gamble.” She opens her eyes and looks down at him with a frown. She doesn’t have time to protest, she just has the time to catch his smirk before he grabs her by the waist. He turns her over and her back hit the mattress softly. He kisses her deeply and pushes into her again with a deep thrust. This time, she can’t hold back her moan and she’s grateful that his mouth is covering hers to muffle it. She feels him smirking wider and bites his lip. He groans and punishes her with another powerful thrust, which makes her grip his shoulder. Her other hand moves to the small of his back and her hips buckles upward to meet his. She catches his lips with her own for a slow kiss as he sets up a faster rhythm than hers.
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A few years ago, if someone told her that Gavin and she would have a thing, she would have laughed out loud. Even the thought of being intimate with him would have make her roll her eyes and chuckle at that nonsense. He was a joker, she was a fighter. They had almost nothing in common. She had been forced to leave her family when he fled from his willingly. But somehow, even with all their differences, they got each other. Aviya couldn’t explain how or why but they just did. And they could find tons of ways to entertain themselves not to think about their everyday life. Or make it better. And although they barely talked about it, they both knew they were glad to have one another in their life.
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“C’mon Gamble, you know you want to,” he groans as he keeps thrusting into her relentlessly. She can hear he’s getting out of breath and it’s her turn to smirk at him. She shakes her head but she still lets out a loud whimper when he manages to hit a sensitive spot inside her. “I’m not coming before you do,” she whispers stubbornly and presses her heels in the back of his thighs to push him even further. He makes a growling sound then and for a moment, she thinks she is winning. However, her victory falls short when she realizes her action will make both of them come faster with this new angle. She figures he saw the realization dawn on her because he laughs briefly then and shakes his head while his eyes pierce hers with an arousing intensity. He slow down his movements and one of his hands comes down between them to stimulate her even more as she swears. “That’s cheating!”
“Is it?” He asks with a raised eyebrow but he doesn’t want to upset her too much apparently, because then he uses his other hand to pull her back against him in a sitting position, placing her above him again. She does her best not to smile at him at the compromise and starts moving in small circles, aware that he loves it. Indeed, his body responds eagerly, his hips pushing upwards with a renewed energy while his breathing becomes shorter and shorter. She digs her nails into his back then and her teeth bite smoothly into his collarbone, hoping that this, along with her grinding moves will send him over the edge but he hasn’t given up yet and his thumb grazes her clit more rapidly while his other hand presses hard against her lower back, preventing her from going too far away from him. She feels the knot of tension and pleasure snaps inside of her as she reaches her orgasm. She clenches around him, sending him over the edge too after a few short thrusts and his gasps match hers. His arms are still encircling her while they’re both easing out of their climax and once they had caught their breath he lets her go and rolls to lay on his back. She mirrors him and lets out a sigh of contentment, her hand resting on her chest where she can feel her heart beating wild after the effort.
Silence falls upon them as they calm down, until she hears him chuckle. She turns her head towards him, eyebrow raised questioningly. “That was great.” But before she can retort with a snarky comeback, he raises one hand above his head in her direction: “Well done, partner!”
She can’t help the grin breaking her stern face as her hand meets his in a victory high five. “It wasn’t too bad.” The smile he gives her in return is so genuine it makes her hearts flutter and she turns her head back, not wanting him to see her blush. She doesn’t even know if she’s blushing but the betrayal of her heart is bad enough and she doesn’t want to catch him staring at her. She has to get out. She pretends to glance at the clock on his bedside table before she gets up and starts collecting her clothes all around his room. He sits up on his bed, confused by her sudden hurry. “What are you doing?”
She doesn’t even look back at him before her curt reply: “I gotta go. Marley needs me for- something.” She is aware her voice has gotten lower at the end of her sentence but she couldn’t come up with anything better. Besides, they both know they could see Marley together anytime if they wanted to. He knows she’s looking for an escape and as usual, he is going to watch her go. She gets dressed in a matter of seconds and she’s out of the door before he can utter anything else, but what does it matter anyway? They both got what they want at the end of the day, right?
