#oh and the use of light as a dancing partner in heaven… .

[hum-suffer]

Saiyaan

Ab baawra hua mann, jag ho gaya hai roshan

Ye nai nai suhaagan ho gai hai teri jogan

Koi Prem ki pujaran, mandir sajaye.

He's everything that I am not. He has friends, connections, acquaintances, and formal partners and whatnot. I am a recluse, staying at the same circle that I've been in, I keep my head down and he keeps his high. He throws his head bad when he laughs, more of a spectacle, and I bow when I laugh, I want to disappear into myself because my laugh is ugly and it must stay hidden but him? Oh, his laugh is the most wonderful thing I've heard.

There's a chance that he's not even aware that I look at him everyday and I notice all his patterns that he claims to not have. The tick in his jaw, the fiddle ring on his hand, red scratches behind his ears, the wristwatch's dial tucked at the inside of his wrist. I know him, I know him like I know myself when I look in the mirror.

And oh, oh, he's so beautiful. The gods would descend from heavens to see him, the Gandharvas would be jealous of the way he dances, the apsaras would be envious of the way his voice curls around my name.

My name. He says my name like it's a reprimand. Like he's scolding me. He says it in warning of his displeasure at me and I stop in my breath to listen to him. He calls me by a nickname. One nickname, two nicknames, three nicknames, four, five, six—

I would tattoo them all on my knuckles, if only I could hear them all in his voice whenever I looked at the tattoos. What do the names matter if they're not said in his tongue?

But the names are not mine, no, no, no, they're not mine alone, they belong to someone else too, they belong to a stranger, they belong to a friend, they belong to a sibling and family and all hope I let grow in my chest like a vine, it all crushes down and breaks into dead grass at my feet.

Another name. My name sounds on his lips like it's just another name that he knows, that he speaks because it's normal, that it is one of many he speaks everyday and something curls around my throat but it isn't his melodious voice.

He's beautiful. Even when he's so casually cruel, he's beautiful. His eyes sparkle, his lips turn down in an apology but that's all this is and I'm choking again and it hurts but maybe I don't mind it particularly. He sees me, he still holds out his hand and, still choking, i accept it.

With him by my side, it's different to see the world that is so bleak, that is so hopeless. I walk alone at a place and my heart races and I'm scared and I know he won't protect me when the bruises on my heart have barely healed but I still clutch my collar and mutter his name as i beg my god for some strength and courage.

There's ink stains on my fingers when we next see eachother and I think it's disgraceful but he doesn't say a word, he only smiles and makes me feel welcome, and he listens and listens and listens and listens as I talk. I struggle not to lean my forehead on his knees and I struggle even more to breathe because I wish to sob but if I do, he will too, and i cannot see him hurt.

I give him a flower, today, tomorrow, yesterday, overmorrow, the day after and the day after and the day after that and forever. I give him a flower everyday and I see his face light up with a smile, a smile which is rare but it isn't mine and it takes him a second to thank me and call me a nickname that he uses for everyone else as well.

[solcarow]

been replaying this performance of i dont smoke nonstop for the past 4 days . im normal about jt .

[dewdropdinosaur]

Either Way, What Bliss

ROSIE X M READER Summary: With the impending war against Heaven looming, who better than to ask for advice than Rosie and her very affectionate husband? Warnings: NONE. Requested by @pixie-skull Enjoy! REQUESTS OPEN

In the dark, decadent heart of Hell, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a sanctuary for wayward souls seeking redemption. Rosie, the charming and enigmatic demoness, had carved out a reputation as the go-to source for advice on matters of the heart, head, and herasy. Her husband, Y/N, a calm and wise presence by her side, was equally revered for his counsel on friendship and loyalty, though he preferred to differ to his wife on most matters. Mainly because he was too preoccupied holding her hand to care of the matter at hand. 

The hotel was bustling with activity, demons and sinners of all kinds milling about, seeking solace and guidance. The looming threat of war with Adam’s angels and Heaven had cast a shadow over the denizens of Hell, and the patrons of the Hazbin Hotel were no exception. Amidst the chaos, Rosie and Y/N found themselves inundated with requests for advice.

One evening, as the crimson sky outside darkened further, Charlie approached the couple.Y/N had his arm linked with Rosie’s, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. Only a cough from Charlie and nudge from his wife, stopped his affection with a sour look upon his face. Her eyes were filled with worry, her hands wringing nervously, though she kept a plastered smile on her face. 

"Rosie, Y/N, I would…no need your help," she began, her voice trembling. "Vaggie and I have been…struggling a bit, and with the angels threatening us, I'm scared we'll drift apart due to her…previous alignments."

Rosie offered Charlie a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "Why, love is tested in times of crisis, my dear!" she said gently tugging on her cheek a little.

Y/N stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on the princess’ shoulder. "Communication is key. You need to sit down and talk, really talk, about your fears and worries. Be honest and open. Remember, you're in this together." Gently grabbing Rosie’s hand, Y/N spun her in a display. “Gotta trust each other even when random stuff happens, you gotta go with the flow with your partner, easy as dancing child.” He then dipped Rosie and placed a soft kiss on her neck.

The princess nodded, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. "Thank you, both of you. I'll try to talk to her tonight."

As the night wore on, Rosie and Y/N continued to offer their wisdom and support to the hotel patrons. Despite the impending threat from the angels, a sense of unity and hope began to blossom within the Hazbin Hotel. The couple's guidance helped the demons forge stronger bonds of love and friendship, giving them the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

After a long day of offering counsel to the worried patrons, Rosie returned to Cannibal Town, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion once she entered the dark hallways of the Emporium. The faint light of the bedroom’s dim lamp cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the elegant yet cozy decor that spoke volumes about the couple's shared taste. Y/N was already there, waiting for her, his eyes lighting up the moment she walked through the door.

"Hello, Cher," he greeted her softly, crossing the room to envelop her in a tender embrace. "You look tired."

Rosie melted into his arms, the tension easing from her body as she buried her face in his chest. Y/N gently tilted her chin up, his eyes locking onto hers with a depth of affection that made her heart flutter. "You're incredible, you know that? The way you help everyone, the way you care… I'm in awe of you every single day cara mia."

Rosie blushed, a rare sight that Y/N cherished. "Oh you flatter me, Y/N."

He led her to the plush sofa by the window, where they could see the dark, fiery landscape of Hell outside. But the view didn't matter to them; it was the comfort of each other's presence that provided solace. Y/N sat down and pulled Rosie into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as she leaned back against his chest.

For a moment, they simply sat in silence, savoring the closeness. Y/N's hands moved gently, one tracing soothing patterns on her back, the other threading through her hair. Rosie closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Y/N's hand slid down to intertwine with hers, their fingers fitting together perfectly. "No matter what happens, Rosie, I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. We'll get through this together, just like we always have."

In that moment, the world outside faded away. The looming war, the fear, and the uncertainty were all distant concerns. Here, in the embrace of the one she loved, Rosie found the strength and comfort she needed. And as Y/N held her close, he silently vowed to protect and cherish her, come what may.

The next day, in the grand foyer of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood with his usual air of eerie confidence. His ever-present grin and vintage microphone added a touch of old-world charm to his otherwise intimidating presence. Despite his sinister reputation, there was an unspoken bond between him and Rosie, and by extension, Y/N.

Y/N approached Alastor with a determined yet respectful demeanor. The Radio Demon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as Y/N drew closer. "Ah, Y/N! What a lovely surprise!”

Y/N smiled, his gratitude evident in his eyes. "Alastor, I wanted to thank you."

Alastor's grin faltered for a split second, replaced by genuine curiosity. "Oh? And what, pray tell, have I done to deserve your gratitude?"

Y/N glanced around, ensuring they had a moment of privacy. "For introducing me to Rosie. I don't think I ever properly thanked you for that."

Alastor's eyes twinkled with amusement and a hint of nostalgia. "Ah, yes. Our dear Rosie. It seems like just yesterday I was playing matchmaker, doesn't it?" He chuckled, the sound echoing with a touch of static. "But tell me, Y/N, what brings on this sudden burst of sentimentality?"

Y/N shrugged, his smile softening. "With everything going on—the war, the fear—it made me realize how lucky I am to have her. I owe a lot of that to you."

Alastor's grin returned in full force, but there was a warmth behind it that he rarely showed. "Well, well, well. I must say, I do have a knack for bringing people together." He leaned in slightly, his tone conspiratorial. "But in all seriousness, Y/N, I'm glad she has you. You've been good for her."

Y/N's expression turned earnest. "And she's been everything to me. So, thank you, Alastor. For everything."

The Radio Demon waved a hand dismissively, but the gesture was softened by a rare look of genuine affection. "Think nothing of it, my friend. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything, as long as your green voodoo ain’t attached." Y/N replied without hesitation.

Alastor's eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "Take….care of her.”

Y/N nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I will. I promise."

With that, Alastor's grin took on its usual sharp edge, but the moment of camaraderie lingered. "Good. Now, off you go. I'm sure our dear Rosie is wondering where you've wandered off to. Though she has always made it a habit to lose a husband one way or another."

Y/N chuckled, giving Alastor a grateful nod before turning to leave, his eyes brightening upon seeing his wife inthe foyer and rushing to her side; which he would not leave until his second death did them part.

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

One of these days I'll finish writting the fanfic of this tiny Trans Reversed-Love Square Miraculous Ladybug AU that has been eating my brain:

— Adrien Agreste is Kitty Noir. Reclusive homeschooled rich supermodel by day, Paris superheroine by night.

—Adrien thinks of Kitty as just a persona he can play with, like a videogame avatar. ('It tootally doesn't mean anything that Kitty feels right, and like home, and like freedom, what are you talkikg about guys?' )

—Kitty is Ladybug's partner in fighting agains crime. Kitty brings the 'there's always time for a joke' vibe to the superhero work that Ladybug pretends not to appreciate.

—One night, Kitty is saved from an akumatized villain attack by a civilian named Marinette, and is heartstruck by her kindness and bravery. (Ladybug was busy that night, if you can believe it.)

—Kitty visits her at her balcony the next night, and Marinette tells her about feeling lonely at school. Kitty knows loneliness, and their night meetings at the balcony become a common ocurrence.

—They become friends. One night, Kitty flirts. Marinette responds (Because tonight she is just a normal girl with a normal life, why wouldn't she?) And Kitty well, she is kind. Her jokes aren't cruel, and she listens to her.

—And Kitty likes the way light hits her hair, and how clumsy and determined she is. Is this what having a friend is like? Wishing time would stop so she could keep lisening to Marinette?

—And ups! Kitty is getting close, and moving in circles around Marinette and Marinette feels safe. Kitty is kind of funny. And Marinette realizes she wants some funny in her life.

—Kitty leans. Marinette kisses her. She is not sure why she did that. Oh! Marinette retreats, but Paris at night makes Kitty's green eyes shine like stained glass. Wait, does she like girls? Does she like this girl?

—Kitty kisses her again, and Kitty is in heaven. Alone. Alone is a far away word. For a second the whole world feels like home. But stop.

—Kitty (or Adrien?) pulls away. 'Because this isn't right' 'Because you are just my fan, you don't know me.'

'Because Kitty isn't real... right?'

—Kitty leaves. Is not ethical, it can't be. They both agree. Just friends. 'Sometimes, I'll catch a glipse of you in the moonlight.'

—Marinette, see, now she was a problem. Ladybug can't be in love with her partner, no way. Is not right, is too distracting. And they have people to save!

—So Ladybug pretends everything is ok. 'Kitty, we have to be focused at all times' she tells her, trying to ignore how pretty her smile is.

—But duty is first, Paris is counting on them. Even if Kitty calling her 'My Lady' keeps her awake at night. 'All girls fantasize about their friends like that, right?'

—Adrien sits on his bed, and thinks about what would happen if he could be Kitty all the time. If Kitty is just a character, just a game, why did it felt so good, so real, to kiss Marinette?

—Marinette liked Kitty, and Kitty wasn't even trying. 'You are so beautiful, you know that, right?' She had said one night, laughing, after Kitty had make her dance. So spontaneous, she had blushed after.

—He was allowed to like that thought, right? Kitty was beautiful. He (she?) was beautiful. 'Am I, beautiful?' How much of Kitty is acting, and how much of her is true?

—Kitty doesn't visit often now. Marinette overthinks. 'She moved on, of course she did, why wouldn't she, I said it was ok, why doesn't it feel ok?'

—One day, Ladybug "accidentally" sees Kitty sneak into the Agreste Mansion. Oh! So she really meet someone else. 'She used to sneak into my house like that' And she meet no other than golden boy Adrien Agreste. Supermodel Adrien Agreste. Rich and Misterious Adrien Agreste.

—Of course, I mean, this Adrien guy is kinda cute. And Kitty is cute. Match made in heaven right? Is non of her buisness anyways.

—But Adrien is a little too misterious, right? He doesn't even go to school! And what was that Alya told her the other day? Oh! He is friends with Chloe?? Too suspicious...

—Is ok, she is just worried about Kitty. They are partners, gals, Marinette just wants to make sure Kitty's boy is the right one. 'What does she sees in him anyways?'

—Adrien meets Marinette one day, at a gala, she designed a hat for him! She is wonderful, and Adrien wants to say hi, but she keeps avoiding him. 'Is just the nerves for the event, she toootally didn't roll her eyes at me.'

—Adrien meets Nino. He is great. He tells him about school, and Adrien dreams about how cool it would be to go to school. He asks his dad, and he actually considers it?

Nino supports him, even Chloe vouches for him. Father says yes, he can go to school!.

—Adrien arrives at his first day, and oh! There is Marinette! How great is this!

—Marinette raises her head, and oh! There is Adrien Agreste! How great is this?

[minhosimthings]

Skz when you reveal to them that you used to be a stripper/pole dancer

Synopsis: Just some headcanons about boyfriend Skz. Reader is female

Warnings: Smut, fluff, suggestive. Seungmin's is comfort. Im sorry Changbin and Innie's are so short!

A/N: guys I'm telling you writing this was therapy. Im gonna try to do more headcanons because I like writing these a but more than I like writing actual fics! Anyway please enjoy this! And feel free to give feedback!

Bang Christopher Chan

He'd be ok with it. Like so chill. But I have a tingling that he'd remember it sometimes, and ask you about it, whenever he needs to release his frustration.

The front door slammed roughly against its edges, as your boyfriend Chan, walked in throwing his bag to the floor roughly. His gaze avoided yours, as he slumped down on your red couch and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples slowly. It was definitely one of those days, when every melody in Chan's insomniac mind, seemed like boring mathematical figures instead of pretty flowing colours on a water filled palette. "Rough day baby?" You asked him, silently putting his dinner down on the table. He sighed quietly and started eating his dinner. Oh that's how he wanted to play is it? The silent treatment. Not wanting to unload his emotions on you because he felt guilty later on. You knew enough about this habit of his to know exactly what to do when exactly what to do. You smiled sweetly at him and disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Oh fuck did he mess up? Chan's thoughts were spinning through his head like an electron. Shit he should have talked to you. Chan got up and put his plate in the sink and grabbed two cupcakes from the fridge, which you both had made the day before (correction: felix made them you guys decorated them). "Babygirl? Where are you?" Chan got into the dark void which was your bedroom. Searching for the lights, Chan switched on the red party light you had in the bedroom. "Hey Channie." Chan's jaw dropped to the ground. There you were, wearing your old stripper uniform, Red devil horns and all, looking like the most expensive thing in the room. If Chan was an angel, he would definitely fall from heaven, just to be with your devilish form. "Baby, w-whats this?" Chan came forward as you grabbed his collar and shoved him into the bed. "Shh baby. Just enjoy it." You whispered in his ear, as you started your old dancing routine, while Chan watched on, silently asking the universe, why it hadn't shown you to him earlier.

Lee Minho

Dude. He'd be so fucking ecstatic that it's kinda scary. As a dancer himself, he would like the idea of having a partner who can dance as well as him (and maybe even better.) He would inculcate your steps in some of his dances and sometimes both of you would silently fuck in the studio.

"Jagiya I don't know what to add here." Minho was nudging your shoulder, while both of you stood in his personal dance room. The guys had left you all alone, since he had been stuck there since the morning, trying to figure out a choreo to the new slut anthem that 3Racha had made for DanceRacha (yes I am still not over taste). While Felix and Hyunjin had tried to help, they knew that the only person who could get Minho out of this dancer's block was you. You watched Minho's dance over and over again, trying to think of something good to add to it. "Min, how about you take a break baby? You're really tired and we all know your PaboRacha brain can't work on just water and orange juice. How about you eat some of the pudding I brought?" Minho looked at you with a pout, as you looked at him sternly. The pout wasn't going to work when you wanted your boyfriend to feel better and he didn't want to feel better. "Jagiya-" Minho began to whine as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in what was the best prison in the world. "How about we dance together for a bit hmm? Just a little duet?" "If I do this, will you eat and rest?" Minho was quick to nod his head, as you sighed and took off your jacket to reveal the lacy black bra you had on underneath. "I was going to surprise you with this when we get home. But since you wanted to dance, let's dance baby." Minho's entire world stopped. That was the bra he had gifted you, when you first told him you used to work in a gentlemen's club as a dancer. The slow, sensual music started as Minho slowly touched your waist and both of you moved your hips in syncronicity, the cotton of his shirt grinding against the lace of your bra. One step forward, then another to the side and then one lowering down to Minho's legs as he looked on, mesmerised. "God you're so fucking hot kitten. You never let any of them touch you at the club right?" You let out a hum in response to Minho's question as you noticed the bulge in his black trousers, which you began to unzip. "Good" he growled in your ear, as he nibbled it with his bunny teeth, "they shouldn't touch what's mine."

Seo Changbin

Oh my god, he would immediately question you about it so much. Like baby would be so curious about it. He'd buy you so much shit at Victoria's Secret or something, that you'd question why you ever told him about your old job.

"Baby baby that one!" Yet again, your boyfriend Changbin had rushed towards a shelf, while you stood in the huge (and expensive) Victoria's Secret store. Changbin had taken you here immediately after you told him you used to be a stripper and showed him your old costume. "Baby will this fit you?" He held up a lacy blue bodysuit, entwined with fake jewels. "Binnie, baby this is expensive." You looked at the price tag nervously. Changbin rolled his eyes and called the store worker. He handed her a card from his wallet, while saying "Whatever we buy goes on the black card." Rolling your eyes, you went over to the swimsuits, hoping to see something that you can surprise your boyfriend with.

Hwang Hyunjin

Two words. His muse.

"Jinnie how much longer?" You whined as you shifted a bit on the wooden stool, while Hyunjin sat in front of you, blue stained paintbrush in hand, star shaped eyes focused on the canvas in front of him. "Just a minute more, my muse. And could you move your hand to the left please?" He had been begging for you to let him paint you ever since he found your lingerie and you had to tell him about what you used to do before you became an architect. Of course you had said yes to him, after a week of begging and him trying to bribe you with food (spoiler alert: it worked). You donned your most favourite costume, a baby pink one, which was fluffy and had detachable angel wings. Perfect for Hyunjin. Perfect for the artist who used soft colours to paint those who he loved. "Hwang Hyunjin if you're not done in five minutes, the blood flow to my hand is going to stop and I'm going to die." Hyunjin looked at you, amusement all over his perfectly carved face. "Using the government name are we my muse? And I'm done already I was just looking at those nice little tits bouncing around in that costume." A smirk spread on his face, as you raised an eyebrow and carefully got down from the stool, walking towards his canvas. God he had painted you so pretty, with blues and pinks outlining your figure, a green cutting in for shade and flowers adorning your body. "You know my muse, I am an ambassador for Versace. I can't wait to get you the most prettiest scarves, which you can wear and fuck yourself. Maybe I can join you afterwards after I'm finished with my painting of this amazing fucking body." You smirked at him, taking the paintbrush away from his hand, slowly sliding into his lap and kissing him full on the mouth. Oh there was about be a lot more than just paint in that studio tonight.

Han Jisung

Congratulations you have officially broken him. I mean he will be really shocked In the beginning and basically be like Changbin, asking questions and all, but then later on both of you basically forget about it, until it comes to help in his studio.

Ten am. That was the time Chan had called you and told you about the current condition of your boyfriend Han Jisung, the condition being overworking again. This was the fifth time this month that Chan had to call you to take your boyfriend home from writing tens of thousands of beautiful lyrics on paper and experimenting with the sounds on Chan's laptop. Sighing to yourself, you got up grabbed your keys and helmet, and zoomed off to the JYP building on your Harley.

"Jisungie baby?" You called out his name, slowly entering the studio, to see a messy haired boy, dressed in a black hoodie, head in his hands, headphones lying abandoned at the side. He turned slowly in his chair to face you, and your heart dropped when you saw the dark circles under his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Y/N. I feel like all the lyrics make no sense and- and I feel so fucking stupid." Being quick to cup his face in your hands, you softly wiped away the solitary tear on his face. "Baby Hey look at me look at me now please." Round quokka eyes looked at you as you slowly unzipped your leather jacket. "How about I give you a bit of inspiration hm? Will you come home then?" Jisung's brain had stopped working. There you were, all dolled up in a green suit with the sluttiest bra in this world, all for him. Slowly snaking an arm around your waist, and leaving wet kisses around your exposed collarbone, Jisung took you to the recording area, ready to record your moans, just for some inspiration.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Oh my god he would be so FLUSTERED. Like he'd have to hide in the bathroom in order to hide his burning face.

"Lixie you good in there?" Your boyfriend Felix was currently hiding in the kitchen of your apartment. You had finally told him about your old job when you were playing truth or dare (although mostly it was truth or truth) and his reaction was....adorable. His entire face had turned red as he stuttered and quickly went out of the room to the kitchen where you knew he was stress baking or more like shock baking. "Yeah! Im totally fine!" Yep he was baking, face still red, apron worn upside down, and icing on his nose and talking with an unusually high pitch. You walked up to and wiped the icing off of his nose. "Baby I can clearly notice the bulge in your pants you know that right?" You asked him to which he responded with a low mumble if the word 'sorry'. "It's alright baby. By the way, what do you think I show you my old gear?" Never before had you seen your boyfriend have this much fear and excitement filling his eyes. "Really?" You nodded to his question as he got out a tray of brownies from the oven and put them on the table, covering them with a cloth. You reached out for one but he slapped your hand. "The brownies can wait sunshine." His voice was sultry and low again as he wrapped his arms around your neck. "I wanna see that nice costume of yours."

Kim Seungmin

Bruh he would be so chill. Like zero reaction. Literally.

"Pup I- I need to tell you something and I want your full attention." You had finally gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Seungmin about your old job at the gentlemen's club when you were in college. He would eventually find the devil tails and high red heels which had the words 'for the eyes only' on them. Kim Seungmin was a Rubik's cube. You couldn't ever predict what he was going to do or what he was going to feel. So naturally your ass was a nervous Trainwreck when you decided to finally tell him. "What is it bub? Is it about the burnt toast I left on the terrace? Cause I told you the crows just like the toast extra crisp." Seungmin told you, putting down his book and adjusting his sage sweater, and allowing his arms to wrap around your body, which was currently draped in his hoodie. "No sweetie it's not that. It's something more serious and- and if you don't like what I'm about to say, it's ok if you break up with me." Seungmin frowned a bit and nudged his head in your neck, making you smile. "I- I used to be a stripper at the local gentlemen's club when I was eighteen to pay my bills. I don't do it anymore but I thought you should know since my old gear is still lying around somewhere in this mess of an apartment. And- and maybe if you found it one day, I thought maybe you- you'll leave me or- or You don't know what caused tears to come out of your eyes but they did and they weren't stopping. "Bubba shh. Hey look at me. Look at me it's alright." Seungmin shushed you as he put your head on his chest, stroking your hair as you calmed down, hearing his heartbeat. "Bub I really wouldn't care if you were a goddamn homeless person before. You're successful now aren't you? And all those things you did to reach here? Im proud of those bub. So please don't cry. It's breaking my heart." You sniffled a bit and looked up at your caramel haired boyfriend to give him a kiss, and wrap yourself more tightly in his arms, feeling safe and content. "So can I see that gear maybe?" "Kim Seungmin!"

Yang Jeongin

Dude I really don't know. This man would be a combination of all the members. You tell him about this and he'll go through every human emotion to ever exist.

"Innie? Innie." Jeongin just sat there frozen on the couch, not chewing the chips which were trapped in his mouth. "Oh my god Jeongin! Yah!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Wh-What yeah I'm here. Im Jeongin yes and you're y/n, my girlfriend whom I love, and also who I want to see in her costume right now." His confused face turned into a smirk, as he stopped with his rambling. "I'll show you soon baby. Do you wanna, uh, swallow the chips in your mouth now." You asked him as he quickly swallowed the chips and contorted his face into a pout. "I wanna see it now!" He whined. You sighed and got up to get, your boyfriend tailing you like a lost puppy. Yep. Definetly the maknae on top.

[doctorcrowleywho]

Hello! If you're currently taking requests, would you mind doing an Aziraphale x female angel reader fic with them half jokingly singing the song Sixteen Going On Seventeen from the Sound of Music to each other?

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE BAD OR GOOD! MY HOPE IS GOOD!

The Apprentice

Word count -   1642 

Warnings - tons of fluff and the sound of music

Pairing(s) - Aziraphale x gn! reader

Summary - You and Azirapjale torture Crowley with a Sound of Music duet

In the grand scheme of things, you were a relatively new angel, even though you hated that stereotype. In your eyes, you were just as responsible and ready for a real mission as any other angel. Gabriel always viewed you as the weakest link, even though you did try your very best at things. It never seemed to be good enough, but that was Gabriel for you- the angel with the most unrealistic expectations.

For centuries you begged for a mission on earth, wanting desperately to help on the front lines. There was only one angel on earth that has stayed on earth since the beginning, so that job was spoken for. However, once Aziraphale heard there was an angel that wanted to be on Earth as much as he did he was the first to hatch a plan to get you down there. 

Which was about the nicest thing any angel has ever done for you, and he didn’t even know you. Wasn’t that what an angel was supposed to be like? Not whatever you dealt with every day in the sanitary office space that was heaven. Love was messy, unpredictable, and found in all of the most unexpected places. 

“Well,” Gabriel clapped making you jump slightly at your desk. You were currently deep in paperwork, which you never understood why heaven had paperwork. “,it looks like Aziraphale is looking for an apprentice, and for whatever reason, he’s chosen you.”

At this, your eyes lit up as you jumped up from your seat which made Gabriel jump back slightly. “Really!” you practically squealed doing a quick little happy dance. He hated it when angels showed too much emotion, that's why he was personally happy you were going down to help Aziraphale. Perhaps he’d keep you in line somehow.

“Unfortunately, yes.” he sighed fidgeting with his hands as he walked away from you “, he expects you immediately by the way,”  he called back making your heart beat fast in your chest. 

Squeezing your eyes tight you couldn’t help but let out a short happy squeal. This could very well be the start of your forever, and you were ecstatic. 

—-

Aziraphale was ecstatic to have another angel like him around. Yes, Crowley was a wonderful partner- or uh enemy, who he regularly enjoyed to the company of. But, perhaps this new angel would like the same things he did. Maybe he could take them to all his favorite bookshops, record stores, and even restaurants. Oh, he couldn’t wait to show them the wonders of food. 

He was tidying up the shop to make your coming to earth extra special. Nothing partially fancy, just putting books in the right places. Which, to his surprise none of them were even close. 

“I don’t understand why we need another angel around, one is plenty,” Crowley mumbled under his breath taking a swig of whatever Aziraphale had that was drinkable around. Thankfully, it was just whisky this time. 

With a huff Aziraphale turned to Crowley and placed his hands on his hips “You know maybe you’d benefit from another angel in your life. Could turn that from upside do-” he was starting to tease but was interrupted by four knocks. 

“This should be fun,” Crowley muttered one last time making his angel roll his eyes as Aziraphale went to answer the door. For whatever reason, he felt like his heart skipped a few beats.

As he answered the door he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips as his eyes fell upon you and your radiant essence. Of course, he knew you were an angel, but the light that seemed to shine from you was unlike no other that he was used to. It took him a moment to come to as he shook his head to clear his mind. 

“H-hello,” you began practically sounding like one of those door-to-door sellers “,I am a regular old human wondering if I could come in to look at your paper stacks with words on them-”

“Books.” he reminded you beaming at you like a proud teacher.

“Books! Yes, I’d love to come in and look at your books please!” you smiled nodding your head suddenly feeling very proud of yourself as well. 

A soft chuckle fell out of his lips as he shook his head in utter disbelief, he won the lottery with you he was sure of it. “Please come in dear! I’d love to show you my newest collection.” he mused opening the door for you. 

A soft gasp fell from your lips this time as you stepped into his bookshop. It was just as amazing as you’d imagined, and you had lots of time to imagine how different things on earth would look like at your boring office job. The air smelled like fresh pine with a mixture of dust that could spur flashbacks from any great point in history. The soft lights almost created a feeling of soft warmth. It felt like you were finally coming home for the first time. 

You couldn’t help but venture further into the bookshop until you stumbled into his backroom.  Which was where you saw him, the wily serpent Crowley. Upon seeing you he tried to put on the typical demon act that he always did. But, that was hard when he was already three bottles of whiskey down. He did his usual sly demon smirk and realized he didn’t have his glasses on. His golden eyes went wide as he lazily searched for them. 

“Well hello there angel.” he chuckled darkly (or he tried to) as he watched you shiver just a bit at his presence. 

However, you relaxed almost immediately feeling Aziraphales's well-manicured hand on your shoulder. He glared over at Crowley like the cutest attack dog ever. “Really my dear is that necessary?” he huffed making Crowley hiss ever so softly. 

“Ssssorry twas forgetting myself.” Crowley sighed flinging his glasses off as he pursed his lips together. 

“Dear this is just Crowley, don’t worry about him he’s about as scary as a garden snake,” Aziraphale teased making Crowley scrunch his face up in return “, anyways how about you sit down as I find some music to put on.” he hummed gesturing to a chair right next to the love seat Crowley was spread out on.

But, that’s when you saw it and you couldn’t help but squeal excitedly when you did. It was about the only other thing you knew about the earth, and you were frankly very proud of it. Quickly, you picked it up and handed it to the other angel. “Can we listen to this!” you asked eyes wide.

“The Sound of Music?” Aziraphale read the title out loud which earned the loudest groan Crowley could muster. 

“THE SOUND OF MUSIC? I am not drunk enough for this!” He picked up another bottle and began to work on the cap as you nodded hurriedly. 

“Please,” you begged sticking out your bottom lip and Aziraphale felt his knees go weak “,I love the sound of music, it’s all they let us listen to in heaven!” you giggled making Aziraphle chuckle to himself. 

“Oh trust me darling I know,” he winked over at you having no choice but to put it on. Snapping his fingers he set it to play a song he felt was very fitting for the moment. 

“You wait, little one, on an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life, little one, is an empty page

That men will want to write on.” he sang along offering you his hand which you took immediately.

“Tooooooooo write on” you sang through a series of broken giggles. This was better then you could of ever expected. If this was how being on earth was going to be then you never wanted to leave. As long as Aziraphle was there you felt right at home. 

“Oh no they’re singing…. discorporate me now.” Crowley hissed from the couch covering his face with his hands.

“You need someone older and wiser

Telling you what to do

I am seventeen going on eighteen

I´ll take care of you” Aziraphale continued paying no mind to the grumpy demon on the couch. He only had eyes for you anyway, and he was going to protect his little spark of light with everything he could. 

Your eyes seemed to sparkle as he twirled you around his backroom. To you, he held the entire world in his hands, and you were the luckiest angel alive to have him show it to you. If you had your halo on you swore it’d be brighter than any kind of sun in the galaxy. 

“I am sixteen going on seventeen

I know that I´m naive

Fellows I meet may tell me I´m sweet

And willingly I believe”  with that lyric you kissed him on the cheek making him turn the brightest shade of red you have ever seen. But, you couldn’t help it you were so full of love that it had to be shown somehow. 

“I need someone older and wiser

Telling me what to do

You are seventeen going on eighteen

I´ll depend on you” as you sang the last line he took a deep breath before kissing you on the nose, which even made Crowley perk up. That was fast, especially for the angel's standards. He had no idea how heaven managed to send a perfect fit this easily. 

Now it was your turn to go bright red. You had no idea that he was going to reciprocate. However, he gave you no time to react as he scurried out of the back room going to check on the kettle.  Leaving you to touch your nose like a crazy person with Crowley sitting there wide eyed. 

“He never put on tea.” the demon muttered raising an eyebrow.

[timeslugarts]

Lmao sorry got excited! Like the Vox x Reader x Vera except the reader is not normal about them. Like reader is positively overflowing with love for the 2 and have a hard time hiding it

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My dear, I've done it! I had so much fun writing this, I think it's so freaking cute! I hope you enjoy yourself!

VERA X VOX X READER 🎉

A small cw for harassment

Heaven made a mistake when it sent you to Hell. You were everything, soft, kind, and full of compassion. That's why when Vera and Vox found you, they silently agreed they would protect you at all costs.

Vox was busy tonight, doing some sort of promotional for his newest product, so Vera decided that the two of you could use some alone time. She liked parading you around as arm candy, and you had to admit that being doted on by her was always enjoyable. She liked to dress you up, take you someplace fun, and drink and dance until morning came. Vox was always jealous of these little outings, which made you smile, he hated when he missed out on being with his two favorite people.

The bar was dark and a little dingy, ambient music flowed from the speakers as bodies pressed against each other in a rhythmic sway in the middle of the dance floor. You never worried about losing track of your partner in a place like this though, her bright blue flames adding a dreamlike quality to the space around you.

"Come on, there's a drink here that I've been dying to try." She took you gently by the wrist and pulled you through the crowd. Weaving this way and that till you got up to the bartender.

She ordered the drinks as you looked around the dive, Vera always made you chuckle, for someone who always seemed so sophisticated she really liked to hang out in the weirdest places.

"My darling, here you are." Vera smiled, handing you a deliciously purple and shimmery drink. You took a sip, oh boy that was dangerous, it tasted like juice, you couldn't even tell there was alcohol in it. Vera had downed her glass quickly.

"Sweetheart, did you even taste that?" You asked eyebrows raised as you took another sip.

She giggled, "of course I did! Just very quickly." She booped you on the nose.

The bartender had handed her another drink and she drank it just as quickly. You rolled your eyes knowing you'd have to call Vox for a ride home later.

"Hey sweet things, how bout we show you two a good night?" A tall bearded man gestured between him and his friend. They were enormous and made you nervous, maybe not as nervous as you could've.

"I'm not sure how disappointment would be a good night." Vera giggled more, she pulled out her phone looking at it with glee in her eyes.

"Oh come on, don't be that way." The other guy grinned, "what about you sweetheart, you feelin frisky?" He leaned over to put his arm around you, but Vera was faster.

"Don't." She said, her tone becoming very serious, she had grabbed the arm that was reaching for you.

"Let go of me you dumb bitch." The man said, trying to rip his arm away.

Vera only grinned, you knew what was coming next so you closed your eyes quickly. The man burst into flames. Bright blue fire licked up around him as Vera giggled more. You could feel the heat from the fire against your cheeks. It made you smile a bit.

It wasn't until the first man's screaming stopped that you popped your eyes back open. Vera's fire had smoldered down leaving nothing but ash.

The party had gone quiet. The first guy was staring at the two of you with rage in his eyes, "YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He grabbed a bottle on the counter and smashed it pointing the shattered remains your way. You took another sip of your cocktail.

The lights to the bar went dark.

"Uh ohhh," Vera chided, her little flames dancing around. "Our boyfriend's here."

"DO YOU THINK-" The static yelling of Vox could be heard from every speaker in the club. "THAT TOUCHING EITHER OF THEM WOULD BE OK!?"

You took another sip of your drink, but at some point in the night you had finished it, you looked at the bartender and shook your glass. He nodded wide eyed and started to make you another.

The bulbs in the club began to shatter as Vox made his grand appearance. Streaks of blue lightning zipped from all the electronics and converged on one point. That's where Vox stepped from, adjusting his tie and the lapels of his coat. Brushing imaginary dirt from his shoulders. His eyes trailed over to the two of you, Vera waved her fingers and you gave him a wry smile.

He only lifted a brow, "you two can't go anywhere without causing trouble can you?"

"Hey, this was all Vera's fault." You said raising your hands in mock surrender.

"Oh please, you're the one that people can't keep their hands off!" She laughed, running her fingers up your sides tickling you.

"Come on you two, we're going home, someone has to teach you both a lesson." He grinned, running his claws over your cheek and under your jaw. A slight static shock sent shivers down your spine. "As for you," he turned to the other man, his clawed hand palming the gross dude's face. "I better not see you ever again." Vox lifted the guy effortlessly and threw him across the bar. He collided harshly with the brick wall interior.

You smiled up at Vox and he met your gaze with one of his own. "Alright home it is, but what're we gonna do about that one?" You jabbed your thumb at Vera who was now mostly leaning on the bar trying to maybe talk to the bartender? Or still his booze, you weren't sure.

Vox rolled his eyes. He strode over and lifted her up, putting her over his shoulder.

"Come on my dear." He said offering you his arm which you gladly accepted.

The three of you made your way back home, Vera falling asleep on Vox's shoulder as you and him laughed and put bets on how bad her hangover was going to be tomorrow.

You walked into your shared bedroom as Vox lay Vera down on the bed taking her shoes off, you tucked yourself in next to her pulling the sheets up so she was covered. She mumbled something about getting a puppy and wrapped her limbs around you snuggling in close. Vox was last to get in, but he made your little trio complete, his long arms encircling the two of you keeping you warm throughout the night.

Hell might have been one of the weirder places to find a happy little family, but here you three were, sleeping soundly into the night, not a care in the world.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

If possible, may I request ❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜ for the maestro Antonio? Thank you! ^^

Moving at the speed of light writing lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: minor religious themes

To gaze upon the heavens, one must look up from the hells. That is how it feels as he lays upon his makeshift bed as you slowly lower your hips to meet his hips. Tonight they sneaked away from a party to be alone. The twinkle in your eyes, the way your eyes stayed locked on his, and your coy smirk spoke for you.

The way you lead him to the wine cellar, this romantic corner you have been planning for weeks presented to him, he thinks your excitement outdoes his.

“Tesoro,” You smile as you sit on his lap, “Are you sure?” His hands on your thighs and remaining there, gripping it even.

“Quite,” Your hands sliding up the dress shirt, “Unless you aren’t ready. Then I will stop—” The Violinist grabs both sides of your shoulder before pulling you down for a kiss, the kiss that leaves rocking forward on his lap to taste as much as him and he does with you. “Antonio.” The parting makes you feel like something, a piece of you was taken away.

“(Name).” Taking you once more. He sits up to allow you to take off his suit coat, then the shirt is ripped open from your need. Oh, it seems you are the one who is going to rip clothes off tonight. Then you are close to feral, biting his throat and around his collarbone, his chest free to grab and leave bite marks. He laughs as you toss off his shoes and pants.

“What?” Already you have a hand in his boxers.

“It is nothing but,” Lifting his hips to push down his boxers once more you toss his clothes to the floor. “I expected myself to be the… Eager one.”

You chuckle as you admire your prize, “Shall I behave disinterestedly?” His cock twitches as it becomes semi-hard, “Maybe just use you for a quicky?”

“Do not dare.” Now that is a voice you never heard.

You lick the side of his cock, it grows harder in your hand, “Hmm.” Humming against it as if you are considering his words. “Maybe if you behave.” Another long lick from the base to the tip.

His hair moves with his head as he throws his head back, a long groan from deep within his chest. His hands gripping the many-layered blankets on the floor. “(Name).”

You love how he says your name, like a prayer song from King David, you moan as you take him further in your mouth. It is bigger than you prepared for. You only can take so much, not like that stops you from taking more and making tears well up at the corner of your eyes. All of it is worth it to see Antonio not holding back his moans. Those are like music.

“More.” His hand is on your head petting your hair like one does to a pet.

Oh, you give more. You give everything to him tonight. Your body's for him to make sweet music with, he is your dance partner to perform a private show.

And it is only midway when you both are in the fog of pleasure and patience.

“I'm simply enjoying the view.” Grinning in a fashion that you know is not his own.

You sink further, the tendrils of his hair, like snakes slithering up and around your body. “Antonio,” He fears he is hurting, “To think I can draw the devil out of you.” You like this a lot, “Go on, there is nothing I can't handle.”

A challenge both demon and man want to see you hold up to.

“It's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty.” You say as now he is completely inside of you, “And so big. God, you feel amazing.”

“As do you, mi tesoro.” His most treasured love, “A masterpiece none can compare.”

“Hm, keep talking and I must cum just from you talking.” Not like he going to let you but that idea is saved for another time. Right now he wants-- No, needs to ravish you. The dance you had him be your partner in was torturous, and though he stuck to his word to wait and he would not complain about it, he is grateful to be the one under you witnessing and moving along with you in this new dance you want with him. You are gleeful, charmed, and charming; you rather enjoy the duality he has between a man who wants to make love as a man and the demon that controls the tendrils of his hair. It does not feel like hair though like it usually does, it feels cold, hard, and smooth; everything but hair now.

“Yes, harder.” You command and he obeys by not only switching so he can gaze upon the angel he has captured for himself, but he also lifts your legs higher driving himself deep inside of your heat.

“(Name),” The one man who can say your name like a prayer, a confession of his latest sins, “You feel amazing.”

“Not bad yourself, love.” Out of breath, you both laugh, “A piece of me I longed for... I fear my heart is completely yours, maestro.”

[meljwrites]

Transcript of the bookshop scene from Good Omens S2E6 from Maggie and Nina entering to Crowley leaving

M: Tidied up?

N: Where’s the other one, we need to talk to you.

C: He’s out. Not a good time. N: I wasn’t asking. There are things you need to here. (They sit) You and your… partner have been messing about in our lives.

M: We’re not a game, we’re real people. You can’t just pair us up for your amusement.

C: You were crying and Nina needed rescuing and —

N: my relationship just ended. I’m not ready to start another one yet. I’d just be a rebound mess. I can’t start seeing Maggie. When I’m ready, I hope she’ll be there, but there isn’t any guarantee.

M: There is.

N: You’re not helping, angel. Look at you two, you’re the hard button one, the can’t trust anyone ever again, and Mr Wherever He Is is the soft one who still believes in magic and people being basically good and all that.

C: Why are you telling me all of this? I don’t understand.

M: That’s why she’s telling you, because you don’t understand. Because you and Mr Fell don’t ever talk to each other.

C: We talk all the time! (Crosses legs) We’ve been talking for millions of years. Bla bla bla bla bla bla. I say something brilliant, he says something unintentionally funny back. It’s great.

M: You never say what you’re really thinking. That was all we needed. (Share a glance) It’s what you two need as well.

——

(A comes back into the shop.)

M: We’re just going.

N: I’m sure you two have a lot to say. (A takes a breath and smiles.) (C stands up and takes off his glasses)

C: Look, I suppose, um… I’ve got something to say. I know we aught to be talking about… It’s probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, ‘cause if I don’t start talking now, I won’t ever start talking, right? Yes, so—

A: What’s that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought. (Chuckles) You see, I… I have some incredibly good news to give you.

C: Really?

A: I… um… (clasps hands) So, um… the Metatron, you know I don’t think he’s as bad a fellow— Well, I think I might have misjudged him. You see, I— Well, he said, um, that Gabriel obviously hadn’t worked out… (laughs) as supreme archangel and commander of the Heavenly Host and he asked who I thought should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone. And I said “Michael?”

M: “Oh, don’t be silly! No, no, no, no, no. There’s only one candidate that makes even the slightest bit of sense. And that’s you.”

A: And I said, “Me?” And he said…

M: “Well, yes. You’re a leader, you’re honest, you don’t just tell people what they want to hear. It’s why Gabriel came to you in the first place, I imagine. There are huge plans afoot, enormous projects, and I will need you to run them. You are just the angel for the job.”

A: “ I don’t want to go back to heaven. Where would I get my coffee?”

M: “You know, as Supreme Archangel, you would be able to decide who to work with. Yeah, I’ve been looking back over a number of your… previous exploits, and I see that in quite a few of them you formed a de facto partnership with the demon Crowley. Now if you wanted too work with him again, that… might be considered irregular but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status.”

C: He said what?

A: He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to heaven and… and everything, like the old times. Only, even nicer. (Laughs)

C: Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then?

A: Not at all.

C: Oh, we’re better than that, you’re better than that, Angel! (Dances about) You don’t need them. I certainly don’t need them! Look, they asked me back to hell, I said no. I’m not rejoining their team. Neither should you.

A: Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you’re the bad guys. But Heaven… Well, it’s the side of truth, of light, of good.

C: When heaven ends life here on Earth, it’ll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no. (steps forward) Tell me you said no.

A: If I’m in charge… I can make a difference.

C: Oh… (turns away and goes back to the clock) Oh, God. Right, okay. Right. I didn’t get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I’d better say it now. Right, okay, yes, so… (sighs) We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend… (grunts) I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?

A: (shaking his head and walking up to Crowley) Come with me… to Heaven. I’ll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference.

C: You can’t leave this bookshop.

A: Oh, Crowley. (Sadly) Nothing lasts forever.

C: (nods) No. No, I don’t suppose it does. (Puts glasses back on and walks away) Good Luck.

A: Good Luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back, (Crowley stops) to Heaven. Work with me! We can be together! Angels… doing good! I… I need you! I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you.

C: I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.

A: Well, then there[s nothing more to say.

C: Listen, here that?

A: (listens) I don’t hear anything!

C: Exactly. That’s the point. No nightingales. You idiot. We could have been… us.

(A turns away, C kisses him. A flounders then sobs.)

A: I… I forgive you.

C: (Sighs) Don’t bother.

[flameraven]

Good Omens S2 - Episode 1 Notes/Thoughts

Spoilers under the cut! I made notes while watching + my extended thoughts after the fact:

-I did not expect the show to open with the scene from the Beginning!

Very interesting that Crowley is the one saying Let There be Light. God is really hands-off in this universe, huh?

Angel not-Crowley is adorable, Tennant was definitely channeling his Doctor Who mode as he explains all about the stars and nebulas, he's so excited! I confess that I am disappointed that Crowley's wings were white. It looked better for the scene in space, it makes his change to his current self more obvious, I just find All Angels Have White Wings a little boring and cliche. I will probably continue to draw him with black wings. And now we know what sort of questions he asked that led to him Falling! CROWLEY YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT. A good boss SHOULD accept suggestions! Otherwise you end up with Elon Musk. And creating a whole universe only to destroy it 6,000 years later is a bad plan! ***

-People were very resistant to the idea of Landlord Aziraphale, but man, this is exactly the kind of landlord he'd be. "Oh you missed rent for 8 months? I didn't notice. Let me have this record and we'll forget it." Also deliberately keeping the record shop there so he can have easy access to records. Peak Aziraphale. Arranging the whole neighborhood to his tastes. Gabriel! I appreciate that Aziraphale's first reaction to him coming inside the shop is a panicked "NO!!" The only thing inside the box was a fly. But Beelzebub doesn't seem to know what's going on?? Interesting. *** Coffee shop: Honestly I love that Crowley immediately knows something is wrong from Aziraphale's tone of voice. Crowley has a spot in the bookshop where he habitually puts his glasses! Honestly Aziraphale you could have given Crowley more warning besides SURPRISE ARCHANGEL when he's already a bit stressed out and knows something's wrong! But the AAAAAH GABRIEL remains hilarious. *** Maybe too much espresso there, Crowley. I can't blame him for being extremely stressed, though! And I like that he did make an effort to calm down. And there was only 1 coffee shop! The Nina/Maggie plot is such a fanficcy setup. *** The matchbox is empty?? Baby Muriel is adorable, she's so demure, I honestly look forward to her getting recruited into the Ineffables' shenanigans. *** Neil Gaiman promised us no maggots this time but AAAAAGH FLIES. It's only marginally better. D: Eradicated from existence?? Yeah, that's the kind of threat that will drag Crowley on board. It is interesting that Hell is like "we can give you anything you want" and he's just not interested. He just wants to be left alone!! *** Honestly getting the vibes that Nina's partner is kind of controlling/abusive and D: *** Crowley driving at 110 mph, he IS stressed. "I'm back" remains peak dramatic bitch energy. But like. UGH there's such great characterization here. They're angry but they've fought enough times that they've got a routine AND A SILLY APOLOGY DANCE worked out. Amazing. The "half a miracle" to hide Gabriel moment is also hilarious. "No one will notice a thing!" [cut to ALARMS BLARING IN HEAVEN] XD Very interesting that Heaven assumes it must be Gabriel, because Aziraphale's not powerful enough to manage it, though.

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Merry Christmas, @mightymightygnomepriest!

I really hope you enjoy this fic! I’ve never written any PWP or smut before, so I hope that this is ok! 

I hope that you have a beautiful festive period and best of wishes for the new year. I hope that everything wonderful that you are wishing for comes true in 2023. 

Best wishes! 

Your Secret Santa 

All titles (including whole work and chapter titles) come from Heaven by Callum Scott. 

*****

I Used to Count the Stars in the Sky,

Now I Count the Ones in Your Eyes

Chapter 1 – 

If We’re Only Here for a While, I Want to Spend All of it Holding You

“Which side of the bed do you want?” 

Pete was smiling as he asked the question: he knew that most couples had a customary side of the bed, but he and Vegas went to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms and woke up even more entangled and hadn’t slept in enough places outside of the safehouse to have established sides of the bed. 

Eyeing the large king-size, Pete felt a pull towards the side of the bed closest to the door. In his previous life, as head bodyguard to the minor family, the spot nearest the door would have called to him because it was near to the escape. Now, he longed to sleep there because any intruders were likely to enter through the door and on that side of the bed, Pete’s body would automatically act as a shield between Vegas and whatever the world decided to throw at him next. 

In a flash, memories were dancing behind his eyes: Vegas turning gentle smile at him, battered face made warm by the dancing pool lights; the unmistakable pop of a guns barrel being unloaded followed swiftly by the sound of bullet penetrating flesh; the unsteady rise and fall of Vegas’ chest as he fought to hold onto life when death was tugging at him invitingly; the moment in the ambulance when the life monitor machine had screamed to let them know that Vegas’ heart had decided to stop pumping. 

Needing reassurance that he had not dreamt the past few months were Vegas had made a slow but miraculously full recovery from his wounds before being discharged to live in one of the Theerapanyakun safe houses with Pete and Macau, Pete turned towards his partner. 

Reassurance was not forthcoming. 

Vegas had not stepped more than a couple of feet inside of the room. Instead, he seemed to have stopped frozen as if his feet were glued to the carpet. The only evidence that this was a living man rather than a waxwork model was the way his chest was rising and falling raggedly, an echo of his struggling breath on the night of the minor family attack. 

“Vegas.” Pete whispered the name gently. He didn’t know what had caused Vegas to stare off into space as if transfixed, but he knew that his lover often responded like this when he was confronted with memories of his past that he tried to keep locked behind the prison bars of his mind. Unfortunately, the prison bars were not always strong enough and, on those occasions, the memories were able to trap Vegas’ body instead. 

“Vegas.” Pete whispered the name again, almost like a prayer, as he picked his careful way over to Vegas. As he got nearer, he realised that silent tears were falling steadily from Vegas’ eyes. With the sparkle of saltwater highlighting Vegas’ irises, Pete was able to discern that where at first, he had thought that Vegas was staring off into nothingness, the younger man’s eyes actually seemed drawn to the bed that Pete had turned his back on. 

“Baby, can you look at me?” Pete asked softly, coming to a halt about a foot away from Vegas. In this state, it wasn’t unheard of for Vegas to lash out if touched unexpectedly and while Pete would take a thousand punches if it helped Vegas to escape the demons of his mind, he knew that Vegas would hate himself with even more ferocity once he escaped the paralysis of the past and realised what he had done to his lover. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, Vegas’ gaze moved from the bed until he was focusing on a spot just to the left of Pete’s ear. 

“Well done, baby.” Pete breathed, a small smile of relief dancing on his lips. “Well done, baby.” He repeated the words of positive affirmation, knowing from their recent experiences at the hospital how much it meant to Vegas to be praised when he did something right. 

The first time Vegas had tried walking after his third and final operation, he had stumbled into the doctor who was helping him that day, sending her clipboard clattering to the floor. Vegas had instinctively flinched away, crashing into the walking bars, and hunching his shoulders as if to protect his head. Instead of reprimanding Vegas as he had come to expect, the doctor had calmly picked her clipboard off the floor and congratulated Vegas for managing to walk seven steps before he stumbled, encouraging him to aim for eight during the following session. Then, she had left the room with a smile in Pete’s direction, and Pete had gathered Vegas in his arms as the other man fell to the floor in exhaustion, sobs racking through his body as, for one of the first times in his life, he was praised for what he had done right, rather than mocked for where he had erred. 

It was at the hospital, too, that Pete had realised that ‘baby’ was an acceptable term of endearment for both he and Vegas. On the slow road to recovery, Vegas had been encouraged to take several daily naps and to keep at bay the feelings of worthlessness that Pete knew crowded Vegas’ head at the fact that he had to stay in bed and rest for so long, Pete had started teasing him by greeting him with a different name every time he woke up. Some of the names, Vegas rolled his eyes at, and Pete put those in his pocket for times when they were flirting, or he wanted to tease Vegas. There were other names that made Vegas flinch away and these names Pete locked in a box, never to be uttered by his tongue again. And then, there was baby. When Pete had greeted Vegas with a gentle ‘morning, baby,’ Vegas had smiled so joyfully that it was like his father had never laid a hand on him. He had drawn Pete’s hand, fingers interlaced with his, up to his mouth and planted a gentle kiss on Pete’s skin and Pete knew that he would never stop calling Vegas ‘baby’ until the day he died. 

At the current moment, the sweet words of reassurance did seem to be having some impact of Vegas as he noticeably started breathing in through his nose, holding for a couple of counts and then breathing out. 

“Well done, baby.” Pete continued to soothe, finally sensing that it was time for him to take another step forward. Once he was within arm’s length, Vegas reached out and took his hand, placing it on the side of his cheek. 

With another small smile, Pete took the step that closed the gap between them and stroked his thumb softly against Vegas’ cheek bone, sweeping away the tear tracks there as he did so. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Pete asked, his words warming the air between them. Before getting to know Vegas so well, Pete might have demanded to be told what was going on, what had upset Vegas so much, who did he, Pete, need to kill so that Vegas might feel alright again? Now, though, he knew that asking Vegas was one of the greatest gifts that he could give the other man who had been forced to give so much of himself throughout his life. 

“Uncle Korn has put us in this room on purpose.” Vegas’ voice was barely a whisper, more a breath given shape by the movement of lips. 

Pete swallowed as he nodded calmly. He had sensed as much when Kuhn Korn had directed one of the maids to take them to their rooms. Something about the way that Korn had smiled at Vegas when he mentioned the floor and room numbers. Something about the way Vegas’ hand as tightened around Pete’s in a way that no one else would notice as he exited the boardroom with his head held high. 

“This is where I used to have meetings with clients.” Again, Vegas pushed the words out on an exhale as if attempting to trick his body into releasing secrets his voice refused to divulge. 

Now, it was Pete’s turn to ensure that his breathing remained even and steady, for his own sake as well was Vegas’. They both knew what Vegas’ meetings with clients had entailed: there was a reason the centrepiece of this room was a bed and not a desk. 

“He knows?” Pete asked, and he felt like he was betraying Vegas with the words, but he couldn’t help it. Pete had worked for the main family for so long and while he had known that he was working for criminals, he had never guessed the lengths that Kuhn Korn might go to in order to keep himself on top. Gun, they had all known about of course. Gun never had the tactical forethought to hide the devil inside himself. Korn, on the other hand, Pete would always be surprised at how much of his darkness Korn hid even from the people inside his own house, even from his sons. 

“He always knows.” Vegas didn’t need to response; they both knew that Korn had the world wrapped around his little finger leaving the rest of his fist to punch anyone who tried to get in his way, but over the past few months Pete had instilled in Vegas the importance of voicing the demons inside your mind as a way of releasing them. 

Pete was about to open his mouth to say something else when a gong sounded throughout the house, signalling that dinner was about to be served. 

“We don’t have to go.” Pete told Vegas, leaning in slightly to rest his forehead against that of the other man. Skin to skin contact always grounded Vegas when his thoughts threatened to consume him. 

“Of course, we have to go.” Vegas chuckled harshly and there was poison in his words. 

Pete knew exactly what he meant. Korn had put them in this room to gain the upper hand over Vegas. If Vegas appeared at the family dinner anywhere south of his usual arrogant, narcissistic self, Korn would know that he had won this battle. Although Pete knew that the old adage said you had to be prepared to lose the battle to win the war, he also knew that he would never allow Korn victory over Vegas ever again. 

“I’m with you.” He whispered softly, before planting a gentle kiss on Vegas’ forehead: a verbal and physical confirmation that whatever had happened to Vegas before, Pete would never let it happen again. 

Chapter 2

Every time that you Lie Down Next to Me, I Rest in Peace 

“You were amazing.” Pete breathed out as soon as the bedroom door had clicked shut behind them. 

As expected, Vegas had entered the dining room as if he hadn’t just been at the mercy of some of his worst memories. He had exchanged pleasantries with Kuhn Korn throughout the meal, including thanking him for letting them stay at the compound which Pete noticed made Kuhn Korn’s lip twitch. After they had finished eating, they had stayed for an hour to discuss business and how Vegas might help Porsche in his duties as the new head of the minor family (Korn once again seemed irked that referencing the fact that Vegas was no longer head of the minor family did not seem to phase his oldest nephew) before Korn had taken his exit. Despite his uncle’s departure, Vegas had kept up his Vegas Theerapanyakun, born ruler act all the way to the bedroom that held so many memories for him. Once inside, Pete thought they might have a rerun of what had happened earlier but when he opened his mouth to whisper more words of praise to his lover, his sentiments were replaced by Vegas’ own tongue on his. 

Automatically, Pete’s body responded by pressing into Vegas and Vegas pushed back, pressing both of them into the wood of the door. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Pete could hear a voice telling him that he shouldn’t be allowing Vegas to do this, whatever this was, but a stronger part of him felt Vegas’ hands travel up and pull the hairs at Pete’s nape, drawing a moan of pleasure from the older man. Seemingly encouraged by the sounds of pleasure, Vegas nipped Pete’s bottom lip, before he started sucking marks into the crook of Pete’s neck, claiming ownership of what would always be his. 

With Vegas’ head now dipped so that he could plant heavenly bruises beneath Pete’s collar, the rest of the bedroom came into view allowing Pete to look at the bed full on. And suddenly, rather than concentrating on nothing but the feel of Vegas’ warm lips on his pulse point, Pete’s mind was filled with images that he knew he would never forget. 

At the hospital, when Vegas had been dosed to high heaven on pain medication, he had let slip secrets that Pete knew he had never meant to divulge. Luckily, the first night that Vegas had woken up screaming at an unknown spectre to get off of him, Macau had been at the minor compound packing up what little things he and Vegas wanted to take with them from their childhood home. After that, Pete had tried to make sure that Macau was out of Vegas’ hospital room on the nights of the days when shadows danced in Vegas’ eyes and Pete had to coax his clenched fists from around the sheets that he was clinging onto for dear life. In the aftermath, Vegas had told Pete some things. About how he was so excited to finally be able to play a part in the family business. About how his father had not revealed his true role until the moment he led him to a bedroom and told him to do whatever the older businessman wanted. About how Vegas hadn’t figured out what his preferences were in bed until he was in his early twenties because since he had turned fifteen it had always been about appeasing whichever associate he had been supplied to. Pete knew that Vegas had still not told him half of the things that had happened to him, and still his heart broke when he thought of the boy who had been told he was a monster so often he saw no option but to become one. 

“Vegas...” Fighting against his own instincts, Pete lifted his hands to Vegas’ face and gently pried the other man away from his neck. He loathed denying Vegas anything he wanted, but this felt wrong. It felt like taking advantage of Vegas when he was at his most vulnerable and whatever he did, Pete never wanted to take advantage of the harm others had done to the older Theerapanyakun brother. 

Even so, Pete had to swallow and take a long breath through his nose as he held Vegas’ face inches from his own. Vegas looked obscene with his lips already swollen from sucking on Pete’s neck and his eyes blown with desire. Yet, there was something else there too, and it was that something that kept Pete from pressing their lips together once more and sticking his tongue back in Vegas’ mouth where it belonged. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Pete asked. He was always asking. Always questioning. Sometimes, Vegas would get annoyed at him for it, but Pete knew that it was important. Every step they took in their relationship, every step Vegas took in this new life that he was building for Pete, Macau, but most importantly for himself, had to be a step that Vegas was fully aware of and wanted to take. 

For a moment, their eyes met, and Pete saw many things in his lover’s eyes, but mainly he saw truth. After a second and a lifetime, Vegas nodded slowly. 

With his hands still either side of Vegas’ face, Pete leaned forward and kissed one corner of Vegas’ mouth. Next, he kissed the other corner. Finally, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto his lover and once again all he could feel was the velvet brush of Vegas’ tongue against his own. 

Pressed together from mouth to chest to thighs to knees, the two men stumbled together towards the bed where Pete felt himself pushed down to sitting before Vegas straddled him, pulling once again at the older man’s hair. Pete sighed in contentment, baring his neck. If he had a choice, Pete knew that he would stay forever in this moment: his arms wrapped tight around the man he loved as said man marked him with evidence of his adoration. 

But Pete wanted to show Vegas, too. Often, when they had sex, Pete was the object and Vegas was the artist. Vegas painted him with bruises and scratches that made Pete feel blessed and damned before coating him in gentle demonstrations of his love and helping him to clean himself afterwards. Pete loved this, of course he did, it was where the grooves of the puzzle pieces that were Pete and Vegas clicked together effortlessly. Pete also knew that it was through giving that Vegas showed love and it was by taking what Vegas offered him with nothing more than contented sighs and pleas for more that Pete proved to Vegas that his love was as strong. Yet, something inside Pete needed to give to Vegas today. Perhaps it was the reminder that Vegas had already given so much of himself to his family and their cause without ever receiving anything in return. 

Smoothly, Pete twisted his hips and rolled so that Vegas was now lying on the bed with Pete straddling him. With a grin at seeing Vegas underneath him, looking at him like he was his saviour, Pete dipped down and resumed their kiss, sucking a little on Vegas’ lower lip. As he leaned forward to deepen the kiss, his knees shifted slightly and both Pete and Vegas groaned into each other’s mouths at the sudden friction created where they needed it most. 

As they continued to kiss and Pete started grinding his hips a little to appease the desire that was pooling like honey in his abdomen, he felt Vegas’ hands begin to travel up his sides, tugging Pete’s shirt from where it was tucked into his trousers so that he could run his fingers over Pete’s skin. 

No. Pete thought. As soon as Vegas got his hands on him, he would take control of the situation once more and make sure that Pete was the focus of their lovemaking and too soon, Pete would succumb to the desire and the love that he felt for Vegas and allow himself to be wrecked once more. 

Almost without thinking, Pete captured Vegas’ wrists with his hands and moved them so that they were pinned on the bed above Vegas’ head. Then, with the adept skill of a bodyguard of the main family, he crossed Pete’s wrists one over the other so that he could hold them in place with one of his hands while his other hand fumbled with the buttons of Vegas’ dress trousers. At the same time, he leaned down so that he could mark Vegas in the same way he had been marked by his lover earlier. 

The change was immediate and shocking. Where formerly there had been a body moving in time with Pete’s, matching his rhythm like two parts of a duet and meeting every kiss and touch with one of his own, suddenly there was an empty shell. 

Pete stopped. 

The desire within him went nowhere. He was hard and from where he was sitting on top of Vegas, he could tell that his partner was still hard too. But Vegas’ wrists were tensed where Pete was holding them and his eyes, Pete noticed as he sat up a little in order to look at his lover’s face properly, were glued to the ceiling. 

Following Vegas’ gaze, Pete looked up too. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find. A camera spying on them? One of Korn’s men suspended from the ceiling? A bomb about to detonate? He found none of that. Instead, he found a ceiling with an ornate pattern like many of the other ceilings in the major family compound. 

In confusion, Pete looked back down at Vegas and found the other’s man’s lips moving as if he was chanting to himself. Suddenly unsure of what to do, he cast a glance back up to the ceiling before looking down at Vegas. 

Training, he reminded himself quickly. Training says to take everything a step at a time. Don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t try and figure out the whole painting from a scrap of the canvas. Work through things logically. 

What did Pete already know? This was a room where Vegas had been forced to sleep with business associates of his family in order to ensure their cooperation. When in the room, Vegas had been forced to take part in acts that had been painful and that he wanted no part in. What might he do if he was being forced to take something he never wanted? 

It clicked. The scrap of canvas became a portrait. The question mark beneath Pete became a boy, counting the grooves in the pattern on the ceiling trying to escape the horror of what was being done to him. 

“Vegas, baby.” Pete whispered. Part of him felt that he should get off of Vega, but another part felt like any sudden moves might scare the younger man even more, so instead he settled for staying where he was astride Vegas but moving his hands so that they hovered a couple of inches from Vegas’ face rather than clasping Vegas’ wrists. 

“Vegas, it’s Pete.” This time, Pete used his whole voice, hoping that the familiar cadence would reach Vegas in whatever hellscape he was currently inhabiting. For a moment, he was terrified that it wouldn’t work, but finally, Vegas’ eyes slid over to him, and his mouth halted in its endless counting. 

“Pete?” Vegas asked and his voice broke Pete’s heart into shards. He knew that voice from Vegas. He knew that question mark. It was Vegas’ disbelief that he had Pete in his life. It was disbelief that Pete loved him. It was disbelief that Pete had stayed. 

“It’s me, baby.” Pete continued to add power to his words despite the lump he felt growing in his throat. “They’re not going to hurt you anymore. I will never let them hurt you again.” Normally, Pete avoided making sweeping promises that he wasn’t 100% sure that he could keep. Despite the grandiose nature of this one, however, he knew that it would stick. If it killed him, he would never let Vegas be used as a pawn again. 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Pete spoke again, still not allowing his hands to touch Vegas until the other man gave him the signal that it was alright. Vegas genuinely enjoyed the act of tying Pete up and having him at his mercy, that sometimes Pete forgot that an unspoken part of the process was Vegas feeling safe. The rope was what kept Pete bound, but it was also what set them both free. 

Feeling like Vegas was conscious enough to be able to handle movement, Pete went to remove himself from Vegas’ lap, but Vegas brought his hands to the sides of Pete’s hips and held him where he was. 

“I said I wanted to do this, didn’t I?” Vegas asked with a slight bite that calmed some of Pete’s racing nerves. Vegas was clearly coming back to himself, little by little. 

Conflicted, Pete chewed at his lip. One the one hand, he didn’t feel that he should be having sex with Vegas when he was in such a vulnerable place, both mentally and physically. On the other hand, Pete was always trying to encourage Vegas to ask for what he wanted, to take ownership of his wants and needs. What kind of message was he sending if he told Vegas that his desires only mattered up to the point where they conflicted with Pete’s? 

In the end, he settled for compromise. Slowly, and with Vegas’ eyes glued to him the entire time, Pete pulled his belt from his belt loops before holding it out to the wonder who was laying beneath him. 

Vegas swallowed and Pete chased the movement as it went down Vegas’ neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. 

“Can you help me take these off first?” Vegas asked almost shyly, his eyes so full of hope that Pete felt tears sting in the backs of his own eyes. He nodded gently, unable to speak because of the fragments of heart scattered in his chest. To hear Vegas asking for what he wanted. To hear Vegas asking for help. It was all Pete had ever wanted. 

Slowly, he set the belt down on the bed beside them before he drew Vegas up by his shoulders so that they were chest to chest and face to face. Then, Pete slowly unbuttoned Vegas’ shirt. They didn’t kiss this time. Instead, their eyes stayed almost locked together, the only break coming when one or both of them allowed their gaze to flicker down to the other’s waiting lips. 

Once the buttons were undone, Pete slipped the shirt down Vegas’ arms, allowing his fingers to ghost over the scars that littered Vegas’ torso, shoulder, and arm. Vegas closed his eyes at the touch and Pete was so glad that while they often chose to show their love through violence, they were both open to being gentle when it was called for. 

Next, Pete unbuttoned his own shirt and Vegas simply watched, eyes taking in every inch of Pete’s skin that was revealed to him like Pete was a hidden treasure that Vegas couldn’t quite comprehend having discovered. 

With both of their shirts discarded, Pete made quick work of their other clothes until finally they were bare, Pete still straddling Vegas’ hips as they sat with mere inches of space between them. 

Once again, Pete offered the belt to Vegas and this time, the younger man took it, winding it around Pete’s wrists until he was satisfied before using the buckle to secure it. Pete tested out the strength, as much as for Vegas’ sake as for his own, demonstrating to them both that he could not easily escape his bonds. 

“Do you want to go on top?” Pete asked softly, making to lie down on the bed so that Vegas could enter him from above. He was halted, however, by Vegas’ hands on his hips keeping him in place. 

“I trust you.” Vegas breathed and Pete couldn’t help but lean down so that his forehead pressed against Vegas’. Pete adored hearing Vegas tell him that he loved him, but there was something different about Vegas revealing the truth of his trust. Vegas Theerapanyakun, who had been given no reason to trust anyone, who in his whole life had only trusted his younger brother, had chosen to place his trust in Pete. It was the most beautiful gift anyone had ever given it and he knew he would treasure it even in his grave. 

Over the months they had been getting to know each other as partners, equals, lovers, Pete, and Vegas had tried and enjoyed many different sex positions. They had never tried this one. 

With their bodies pressed together, Vegas squeezed lube onto his hand before slipping it underneath Pete. As he was teased open, Pete lifted his bound hands and placed them over Vegas’ head, bringing them to rest at the nape of Vegas’ neck. They were bound together. Pete would have it no other way. 

When he got close, Pete breathed into Vegas’ neck, feeling the warmth of his desire bounce back against Vegas’ skin into his own face. Despite his own pleasure, though, when Vegas finally entered him, Pete made sure that their eyes were once more locked onto each other. With his wrists shackled, Pete was still able to splay his hands and he did so, spreading them over the back of Vegas’ head: reassurance and love, no insistence or force. 

Vegas let out a small moan as Pete settled fully into a sitting position with all that Vegas had to offer inside of him. Studying his face, Pete saw that Vegas’ jaw was clenched and that his gaze kept travelling halfway to the ceiling before returning to Pete. His breath was starting to become a little frantic. 

“Eyes on me, baby.” He advised, fighting his instincts to tighten his grip on Vegas’ hair in order to force the other man to look at him. Vegas’ choice. It had to be Vegas’ choice. 

“You tell me to stop, we stop.” As he spoke, Pete lifted himself a little and felt Vegas’ breath catch again as they’re chests hitched against each other. 

“I love you so much Vegas Theerapanyakun.” These words were spoken as he sank back down and now both of them were panting. 

“You are beautiful.” Again, Pete punctuated his words by rising up and down and this time he felt Vegas gently thrust up into his movement. 

“You are brave.” Another stroke and Pete couldn’t believe how close he was to the edge with so little touching and such slow movements but there was peace of Vegas’ brow and there was belief in his eyes that the words that Pete were giving him were not sweet nothings but somethings full of truth and the love that he had been denied for most of his life. 

“You are brave.” They were speeding up now, both rocking into each other and matching each other’s pace. For a moment, Vegas’ eyes had closed but he opened them again now so that they were staring at each other. Everything else in the world might have disappeared in that moment and Pete didn’t think he would notice. His world was no bigger than the space between his body and Vegas’. 

“I love you.” The pace was so much now that Pete could not fit in any more words, so instead he chose to repeat the phrase he would gift to Vegas every day until he believed it. Until he believed he deserved it. 

Author’s Note

All titles (including whole work and chapter titles) come from Heaven by Callum Scott. 

Merry Christmas! 

I really hope you enjoy this fic! I’ve never written any PWP or smut before, so I hope that this is ok! 

I hope that you have a beautiful festive period and best of wishes for the new year. I hope that everything wonderful that you are wishing for comes true in 2023. 

Best wishes! 

Your Secret Santa 

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When Dragons Speak Science: A Tale of Gravitational Glory That's More Captivating than the Iron Throne

Alright, hold your direwolves, noble readers of the vast, untethered interwebs. As ambassadors of all things spectacular, dramatic, and just outright epic, we’re commandeering your attentions for something that is nothing short of magical. Brace yourselves, because this is the intersection where the splendor of Westeros collides with the enigmatic dance of celestial bodies.

Now, imagine, if you will, the last Targaryen, Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons... taking you on an odyssey through the stars, unraveling the enigmas of gravity. That’s right, Sir Isaac Newton’s revered law of universal gravitation just got a makeover, and it's as fabulous as the gowns from the finest looms of Pentos.

With the elegance of a queen and the majesty of a dragon in flight, Daenerys unfolds the universe’s intricate ballet - and sweet summer child, it’s a dance where planets and stars are both partners and audience. There’s gravity, that silent puppeteer, choreographing each step with the precision of needle finding its mark.

Feel that weight drawing you in, that invisible thread pulling at the soul? That’s not the charisma of a dragon queen or the allure of the Iron Throne; oh no, that's the silent hymn of gravity, a force as ancient as the crypts of Winterfell and as omnipresent as the eyes of the Three-Eyed Raven.

In this narration that makes the Red Wedding look like child’s play, gravity isn’t just a force, it’s a living entity. It’s the invisible chains, and not the kind forged by the masters of Astapor, but those that dance in the space between stars and planets, moons and meteors, whispers and legends. It’s the silent pull that governs the tides of the Narrow Sea and ensures that dragons, though born of fire and magic, are not lost to the heavens.

The Mother of Dragons, with words forged in the fiery breath of Drogon, breathes life into Newton’s revelations. Each sentence, a dance of dragons in the night sky; each paragraph, a conquest, as glorious as Daenerys’ march on Meereen. But here, the conquest isn’t for the throne but for knowledge, as illuminating as the Lord of Light’s sacred flames.

In the hallowed words of our queen, every falling apple is a revelation. Every pull of the moon on the tides is a secret sonnet of the universe, a ballad as haunting as the melodies that dance in the halls of Harrenhal.

So, precious children of the realm and beyond, when the last Targaryen speaks, you listen. You don’t just listen; you hang onto every word, each syllable echoing the beats of dragon wings against the silent skies of the Dothraki Sea. It’s not just an explanation of gravity - it’s a saga. A saga where destiny and science, fire and knowledge, stars and dragons, are not just intertwined but are one.

We’re not worthy of this masterpiece. Yet, here it is, a narrative echoing the brilliance of a comet’s trail, illuminating our humble existence. So, we beckon you not to read but to witness - to be a part of a narrative that’s as enigmatic and glorious as the realms beyond the Wall.

It's a tale where Daenerys doesn’t just narrate gravity; she becomes gravity, pulling us into a world where stars are not just celestial entities but are companions in our solitary existence. Every word, every revelation, is a step closer to the Iron Throne of universal comprehension.

And as we stand, humbled yet exalted, amidst the collision of worlds, of Westeros and cosmos, of dragons and stars, one truth echoes in the silent spaces between celestial bodies - in the world of knowledge, we’re all but children of summer, and winter, dear friends, is a realm of revelations yet to come.

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Paradise - Pierre Gasly x Reader

Pierre Gasly x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: hi my love, been loving all your content this past week! could I request something with max or pierre (if you are still writing for him)? I was thinking that a story based on the song “paradise” by chase atlantic could be so cool. it gives me such F1 driver falling in love vibes sometimes. ty <3

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, mentions of religion (Heaven)

AN: I chose Pierre, I hope that’s okay :)

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It feels like Heaven on the inside.

She’s calling my name and oh it sounds nice.

Pierre had always been your shadow, watching over you to keep you safe. The pair of you had been friends since you were children, friends and nothing more. That was until Pierre started to see you in a different light. His longing gazes of friendship soon turned to lust. The way you’d call his name in the paddocks made his mind run wild. He wanted to hear you moan his name rather than call it out in a friendly manner. 

He adored the way you’d dance, whether it was in a club surrounded by men who didn’t deserve you or in the moonlight of his living room as you twirled around in his shirts. His eyes would glue themselves to every single inch of your skin, wishing he could have his rough hands gripping on your thighs as you straddled him. 

Those lustful thoughts slowly turned to loving thoughts. You and him had gone to a club after the race, Charles tagged along too. His jaw clenched at the way Charles grabbed your waist as you danced together. It wasn’t just lust anymore. He battled with the way you made you feel when you kissed his helmet before every race, praying he’d come back safely. 

I think I’m falling in love with all these big signs. 

He tried to push it to the back of his mind, every single thought that came to him was always about you. Pierre had a reputation in the grid, he was always the guy with a new girl every week. The one that would take a girl home and then kick her out before the sun could rise but with you it was so different. The thought of you with another guy made his blood boil. 

He always hated the way you got yourself caught up with the wrong men. Your ex was a man Pierre would happily bury six feet underground. He always clenched his fists when the man wouldn’t let you drink what you pleased or when he commented on your outfit. Pierre couldn’t stand it, neither could Charles to be honest but the difference in their reactions really set the pair of them aside. 

Charles told Pierre you could make your own decisions when it came to a partner and the only time the pair of them would ever get involved was if things got serious and you were in some sort of danger but Pierre didn’t like that. He tried to argue with Charles and make him see what he saw but it was no use, he told him to stay out of it. Pierre didn’t need wait too long for his wish anyway, you’d broken up with your ex a few weeks after his and Charles argument and Pierre was there to comfort you every step of the way. You called him in the middle of the night, on a Sunday to be specific. You were in tears and he came round to yours within minutes, his arms never letting you go as you cried into his chest. 

Pierre was falling for you.

And she walks down.

I notice how she does it for real now. 

It was that moment that Charles worked out Pierre’s little secret. He never told him that he knew, instead he wanted to help him in a subtle way without either of you knowing. 

Everyone was in Monaco for the upcoming race. You were currently walking through the paddocks, trying to catch sight of Pierre after the race. You had already spoke to Charles, he was defeated after another loss at his home race. After a while you told him you were going to find Pierre, Charles told you he saw him head off towards the paddocks so that’s where you started. It never took long to find the Frenchman, he always had someone by his side although it was more Yuki than another woman. 

“Pierre!” You called out to him, catching his attention immediately. His eyes softened as they met yours. He watched your smile grow as you walked over to him, your arms wide to pull him into a hug. 

“I’ll catch up with you later.” Yuki quickly muttered before speeding off, leaving you and Pierre alone. 

You pulled back from his gaze, Pierre’s hands were still lingering on your body as he looked deep into your eyes. He couldn’t help himself, the way your y/c/e eyes lit up every time you saw him. His grip meant your hands were resting on his chest and even you couldn’t deny how good he looked in his racing suit with his hair out of place because of the helmet. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked but got no reply, he was too focussed on your features to even notice that you’d said anything. “Pierre? Christ are you lost or something?” You laughed catching his attention. 

“What? No, no,” He let out a light laugh. “No I’m fine, and you?”

“Yeah of course I am.” 

“How’s Charles?”

“He’s okay, just a little defeated.”

“That’s understandable.” He nodded, his eyes still on yours. “Hey umm, are you free tonight? I’m thinking if you were we could go on a little drive around Monaco then maybe go and bother Charles after, make him feel better. I know he likes to be alone for a while after these things and I know how you love a late night drive.”

He was right. The feeling of soft music coming from a car with the roof off or windows rolled down as you watched the lights of the outside world pass you felt like heaven. 

“I’d love to.” You smiled. 

And she talks loud.

She’s telling me what I want to hear now.

Is it real now?

“Perfect, I’ll meet you in the car park at nine? That’s when the sun starts to go down so we could go watch the sunset.”

“Who knew Pierre Gasly was such a charmer.” You teased him before stepping back and out of his grasp. “I’ll see you then.” You turned on your heel, walking back in the direction of Charles. Pierre had a small smile on his lips as he unlocked his phone and sent Charles a text, thanking him for not dragging you to the club straight after the race. 

—

Pierre was leaning against his car, bouncing his leg as he checked his phone one last time as the clock hit nine. The sound of footsteps made his head snap up, you gave him a small smile as you walked towards him. 

“You look stunning.” He took a deep breath as he took in your figure, his mind battling between the loving and lustful thoughts. Part of him wanted to rip every single item of clothing off your body and the other part of him wanted to carefully undress you, kissing every inch of your skin as he worshipped you like a Goddess. 

Pierre moved to open the door to the passenger side of the car. “Thank you.” You smiled at him as he closed the door and sat in the drivers seat, starting up the engine before driving out of the hotel car park and onto the streets of Monaco. 

Pierre set the roof down, playing music which brought a smile to your face. He glanced over at you occasionally to watch as your hair danced in the wind and the way you sung along to the songs in the car. He watched as your face lit up at the beautiful scenery around you. He wanted this to last a lifetime. 

She calls me in the middle of a Sunday night.

I’m falling just a little baby, shit ain’t right. 

Pierre pulled up to a small cliff edge where the two of you could watch the sun go down. He pulled up the handbrake before having a rush of confidence and letting his hand fall to your upper thigh. A smirk fell onto his lips when you didn’t move away. 

“It’s like a painting, isn’t it?” You spoke, catching his attention. 

“What is?”

“The sunset, it’s like an artist dumped all the colours onto a canvas and just blended them with a brush.” Pierre let out a low laugh at your words as he turned his head away from the sunset and looked at you. “What?” You met his gaze.

“Nothing, I just like the way you think.” He flickered back to it slightly before returning his eyes to you. “I like to think they’re made by everyone in heaven, all our friends and family watching down on us.”

“I like the way you think.” You smiled, leaning into his touch that was still lingering on your thigh. “It’s beautiful.” You looked back at the sunset but Pierre only looked at you. 

“Yes it is, just like a piece of art.” 

You hadn’t noticed his gaze on you as you spoke it was only when the smell of his expensive cologne flooded your senses indicating he’d gotten closer to you. You turned your head, slightly taken back by how close his face had gotten to yours. 

“Pierre…” Your voice was at his whisper as his hands cupped your cheeks. 

“I love the way the sun makes your skin glow, I love the way you sing along to all those stupid songs and how your always sway back and forth to the beat…”

“Pierre…” You repeated, your eyes flickering down to his lips but that was all he needed to lean forward and do what he’d always wanted to do. 

He leaned forward, connecting your lips to his. You didn’t pull away which only made Pierre pull you closer. His hand leaned down and took his seatbelt off before removing yours for you. Now his hands trailed down on to your waist, tugging on your skin as a hint. Pierre tugged on your lip, making you moan. 

“Come here.” His words were dark yet carried a hint of love. You didn’t waste a second as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as he latched his lips onto your neck. “So pretty…” He mumbled as he left light kisses on your neck, trailing up your jaw. His thumb darted across your bottom lip as he took in your flustered state. “I should have done that years ago…”

“Better late than never.” Your hands cupped his skin, feeling his rough beard on your fingertips. 

He let out a small chuckle. “True but… it would have saved time… we could have been together by now.”

“I think we should make up for lost time.” You played with the collar of his shirt, teasing him as one of his hands trailed to the back of your thigh. 

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Pierre connected his lips back to yours. 

He was in paradise.

[lustspren]

Dancing Lessons

LOONA Yves X Everglow Sihyeon

3641 words.

Categories: smut, lesbian, oral, fingering

Sooyoung carefully observed each of the movements of the girl in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands clasped under her chin as she studied every little detail of her body. Her lines were perfect, graceful and delicated like a ballet dancer; her technique, precise and visually pleasing. She gave off talent, there was no doubt about it, but something was wrong ...

"Stop, stop," interrupted the dance teacher, standing up. "What the hell was that?"

Sihyeon stopped over her position, confused at the sudden interruption.

"Ah ... what did I do wrong?" She asked, tilting her head. "I was doing very well ... or so I think ..." slowly she lowered her gaze, seeing her hands meet in her belly.

"Where the hell are your facial expressions?" You look like a dancing robot, you don't convey anything to me, it's just empty dance sequences.

Sooyoung took a few menacing steps toward her, her hands spread out on either side of her body as she waited for an answer. Sihyeon couldn't find a way to meet her eyes, and thus, there was no answer.

"What are you, a robot?" Are you? ”The older woman stood in front of her with her arms crossed.

"No ... Miss Ha ..." Sihyeon replied in a low, trembling voice.

"Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you."

She cupped her chin with her thumb and index finger, making her lift her face and meet her deep gaze. The distance between them was moderated at first, but Sooyoung took a step in front of her, remaining a few inches from her face.

"I'm a bad teacher ... Sihyeon-ssi?" Asked the older one in a somewhat calmer voice.

It required a great deal of mental effort on Sihyeon's to even be able to organize her thoughts. Her mouth, slightly parted from physical exhaustion, and her face, were completely paralyzed. The only things that remained active in her were her bright puppyish eyes and her heart, which was beating at a thousand per hour.

Although she wanted to express herself in words, her response was a slight movement of the head from side to side, signaling her disagreement.

"So I thought ... look at you, so pretty ... so ... perfect ..." the hand that had held her chin now went up and down her cheek, caressing it with the back of it. "I wonder how beautiful you can be if I can make your face twist just a little... "

Sihyeon, who was in a trance, finally blurted out coherent words from her mouth. Words that had been born from a combination of despair, fear, desire and love.

"Soooyoung-unnie... kiss me," she finally said, giving in to her deepest and most hidden temptations.

"If you want so...

Without thinking twice, the older one placed her free hand on the right side of her torso and ended the short distance that separated them, joining in a slow and passive kiss that with the passing of the seconds became intense and spirited. Sooyoung cradled Sihyeon's small face with both hands, adopting a certain dominance that allowed him to invade her mouth; soon, both tongues ​​were involved in a passionate dance that did anything to lower the temperature of the environment.

Gripped by lust, Sihyeon let out little moans from her throat, signs that the sensual act was turning her on much more than she should. It was from a slight tingle from her lower abdomen to her crotch that she gave in to her desire.

"Unnie ... touch me please ... I need you." she managed to say between slight gasps as she separated from the kiss for lack of air.

"Who in her right mind would refuse to please such an innocent and pretty princess? ..." Sooyoung lowered her hands to her waist, clinging to her as if she were her property. She wasn't that far from reality either.

Sooyoung used her control over the situation to press her against her body, planting one last kiss on her lips before diving into her neck. Sihyeon's body was still damp from sweat, but Sooyoung couldn't care less.

Sihyeon tilt her head to one side, giving Sooyoung green light to kiss and bite every little corner of it. She wasn't worried about her leaving any mark, she was so trapped by her that she could easily do anything she asked without even complaining.

Her hands went straight to the nape of Sooyoung's neck, taking off her hat and tossing it to the ground so she could tangle his fingers in her pretty hair. In that position she was right in front of her ear, so that she could clearly hear how slight moans came from her mouth, caused by the work of the older woman on her neck.

Inadvertently Sihyeon was now cornered against the hall's mirrored wall. Sooyoung left her neck for a moment, now making a path of small kisses along the entire line of her chin until they ended up on her lips, stifling a low moan from the black-haired woman.

With the girl right where she wanted her, Sooyoung hands slowly moved up her abdomen, feeling her skin brush against her fingertips until they reached her breasts, gently squeezing them over the top under her shirt. Sihyeon never wore very revealing clothes, so she might not otherwise have realized how well endowed she was. She unwittingly she was going crazy for making her hers, seeing her pretty face twisted with pleasure and hearing how she moaned her name.

She wasted no time in getting down to business. In a matter of seconds both girls were semi naked from the waist up, their only obstacle now was the black sport top that the black-haired woman was wearing. She was about to remove it as well, but to her surprise, the youngest took the initiative to remove it herself, without any shyness or nervousness. At that moment she noticed that she was not the same as before, the Sihyeon she knew was reserved and barely knew how to move a muscle on her face, but now she looked different, with somewhat agitated breathing, messy hair and a look full of sensuality. It was like having Aphrodite herself at her mercy, to do whatever she wanted with her. Sooyoung, stunned by her astonishing beauty, didn't even know how to react.

"Sihyeonnie…" she softly said.

"What are you waiting for? I'm all yours… ”Sihyeon grabbed her own breasts with her hands to tease Sooyoung, giving each one a little squeeze.

That was the last straw. Sooyoung brought her lips together again for a short but intense kiss before returning to her neck, starting a long kissing trail from her collarbone to her shoulders and leaving the main course for last.

She held onto Sihyeon's wrists, carefully pulling her hands away from her so that he could insert one of her breasts into her mouth. A loud moan escaped of her mouth as Sooyoung sucked and licked her hardened nipple; Her hands were not still, one gently pinching her other nipple, while the other massaged and squeezed the mound she was working on. Sihyeon's hands ended up on her head again, her fingers gripping her hair in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasure she was already receiving.

For the first time, her face gave subtle glimpses of how she felt, her bent eyebrows and her mouth parted from her gasps were just one of the few signs Sooyoung had of her to know that she was making a good job. Sihyeon had a long time with the need to be truly pleased, previously, her ex-partner didn’t do the best of jobs when it came to intimacy, so the skillful and amazing stimuli that she received were like traveling to the heaven.

After given enough attention to each nipple, Sooyoung returned to the lips of the black-haired woman, sowing a couple of short kisses while she brought his hands to her back, removing her bra and being on an equal status with Sihyeon. But not for much longer.

Sooyoung took her by the hips, turning her around and leaving her face a few inches from the mirror. She placed her hands on her waist while placing small kisses on the nape of her neck, her right shoulder and then her back, until she ended up on his knees behind her. Sihyeon turned her face as best she could, seeing her with her pretty gaze full of lust.

With her fingers hooked in the seam of her leggings, Sooyoung slowly brought them down until they reached her ankles, where Sihyeon finished pulling them off her after desperately taking off her sneakers. The only thing separating her now from her target was a pair of white panties, already damp from the growing arousal that she had built up for a few minutes.

"You have such a beautiful butt…" Sooyoung softly said, stroking both of her cheeks up and down, randomly stopping to give them a strong squeeze. "Are you really all mine?"

"Y-yes ... as long as you want ... as many times as you want", answered the minor between small whimpers, involuntarily pushing her hips back to get closer to Sooyoung's face.

"Look how wet you are, princess. So needy ... you require special attention."

Sooyoung brought two fingers of her right hand right to the center of her cleft, rubbing them from top to bottom slowly and moistening them with her fluid. She wasn't going to keep her waiting much longer.

Exactly as she did it before, Sooyoung now removed her panties in a matter of seconds, throwing them along with the rest of the clothes and now leaving the girl completely naked, with her pussy shining in fluids.

She repeated the same thing as before, rubbing her pussy up and down with two of her fingers as she repeatedly kissed the inside of her asscheeks. As a few seconds passed she grasped both of her cheeks and parted them, making her way to place her tongue flat against her wet flesh.

"Oh god…" Sihyeon moaned, feeling Sooyoung's eating her pussy, collecting all its fluids with the tongue.

Few time passed until her moans began to grow in quantity, caused by the increase in intensity in the movements of the tongue that was slowly driving her to madness. Her hips acted with own life, pulling back thanks to the little spasms that invaded her body. The only support she had from her was the mirror, which perfectly reflected how her face was twisted with pleasure.

Sooyoung couldn't see her due to her current position, but both her moans and her sudden spasms were proof that she had found the perfect spots. Knowing this, she continued for a few seconds, alternating the speed of her movements to make sure she did not reach orgasm so quickly. She wanted to be able to see her when that happened.

Finally the older woman stopped, standing up so she could see Sihyeon's gasping face, her breathing quite choppy from hers. Not finished yet, Sooyoung leaned on with her side in the mirror to one side of her, looking directly to those cute eyes, her fingers working in circles over her clit.

"I need to cum, please… put them inside me," Sihyeon begged between little moans, leaning to Sooyoung to give her a desperate kiss.

"You don't even have to beg me," the older replied in the middle of the kiss, bringing her index and middle fingers inch by inch inside her, causing a moan so loud it made her separate from the kiss.

“Fuck!” As she was closer to her, Sihyeon rested one of her hands on Sooyoung's shoulder, holding onto it tightly.

When she was fully inside her, Sooyoung began to move her wrist back and forth, slowly at first, but soon set a more intense and consistent rhythm, feeling the inner walls of her pussy getting tighter around her fingers with every pump. Sihyeon quickly turned into a completely mess.

"It feels so good… so good!" Ah! Sooyoungie! ”Sihyeon moaned with her head hanging down, being astonishingly fucked by Sooyoung long fingers.

The spasms of her body began to get worse by each second that passed, Sooyoung had to make a great effort so that she did not collapse at any moment, encircling her torso with her left arm as she quickly pump her fingers in and out her pussy.

Her gaze never left her face, it was everything she always wanted to see in her. Sooyoung could only see her as a beautiful ice princess, cold and unemotional until now, with her face and body turned into a pretty mess.

"Look me in the eye when you cum…" Sooyoung whispered into her ear.

Sihyeon complied with the order immediately, getting her back as straight as she could to be face to face with the older one. She didn't have much left to reach her peak, the strong tingles in her belly and around her crotch were about to make her explode. She bit down hard on her own lip, holding in her agitated, loud moans as she approached her orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, hmm ... ah!" Sooyoungie! ”Sihyeon yelled after a few seconds, being approached by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. It was very helpful that at that time of night there was no one in the studio, otherwise everyone would have been able to hear the great uproar that the black-haired woman was causing at that time.

Sooyoung hugged her tightly, preventing her from collapsing on her knees. Her face was like looking at a beautiful Renaissance painting, a work of art worth framing in her memory and then keeping under lock and key. Gradually the movement of her fingers subsided, until finally her orgasm passed.

Without saying anything, the two came together again in a kiss more affectionate and soft than any of the previous ones.

"I… ah… that was… unbelievable," Sihyeon gasped after a few seconds, her breathing still messed up.

"I hope your facial expressions improve after this, cutie, you're very good," Sooyoung replied, giving her a last little kiss on the lips.

"Thank you ... but ... this isn't over yet, I don't want to be the only satisfied."

Sihyeon took her by the hand, guiding her to the couch from which she watched her dance a minutes ago. Sooyoung sat first in the center of this one, feeling the hard leather against her bare back as she sank a little into the seat. Her gaze did not detach from the monument in front of her for a single moment, scrutinizing every little detail of her body. In an instant the minor straddled her lap, working with her hands to unbutton the jeans that were already beginning to be a nuisance; when she got there, she leaned forward to take her face in her hands and kiss her again.

Sooyoung took the moment to comfortably explore her body, feeling her creamy and perfect skin against her fingertips from her legs, through her butt, her back, and ending on her breasts, which she gently squeezed in her hands. At the same time, the youngest got her hand inside her jeans, bringing her fingers to brush up and down over her slit and feeling how the wetness was seeping between her thin fabric.

To to save her effort and be able to continue kissing her for a few more seconds, she lifted her hips to slide her jeans and her underwear off her legs, including her shoes.

With both bodies completely naked, the degree of intimacy of the moment was increased. Both hands traveled from one corner to another, seeking to feel more and more of the other's body with each small movement; the friction between her skin, the affectionate kiss and above all, the heat that was transmitted, made the moment much more pleasant than any other sexual act.

"Soooyoungie ..." Sihyeon said in a low voice, parting only a few inches from her to see her eyes. "Do you want to date with me?"

"It's not the best time to ask a question like that, Miss Kim ..." the older one put a hand on her face, tracing the outline of her lower lip with her thumb. "I’d love to date with you’’.

The answer drew a broad smile on Sihyeon.

"Well, now relax, your ice princess will make you feel very ..." Sihyeon massaged Sooyoung’s shoulders. "Very good." She wanted to sound sexy, but the reality was that her words came out with all the shyness and the softness of the world. Touched by her cuteness, Sooyoung nodded to give her a small kiss.

All the previous history was now repeating itself in reverse. Sihyeon attacked directly at her neck, delivering sweet and careful kisses, then lowered himself to her collarbone, and then made a stop at her small but beatiful breasts. She was somewhat insecure at first due to her lack of experience, but as she gained more and more confidence, her stimuli turned into something that made Sooyoung moan under her breath.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth, licking slowly and in circles, taking small pauses to suck on it gently. Seconds later she moved on to the other, moving her tongue up and down and repeating the process, followed by a few massages to both mounds.

After a minute her mouth fell from the center of her chest to her favorite part of her body: her toned and strong abs. Sihyeon went crazy every time she saw her at rehearsals for this reason, aside from being a gorgeous and incredibly sexy woman, her worked abs were the reason for many of her distractions.

She didn't waste even a moment as she got off the couch and caressing her entire torso, enjoying the feeling of having her all to herself. She centered her kisses around her navel, from where she lowered to her pelvis and subsequently her pubic area, anticipating what she was waiting for so long.

"Be patient with me, yes?" I don't usually do this very often... not to say I never have," Sihyeon warned, looking into her eyes.

"I don't do it very much either... ah!

Sooyoung found herself interrupted by a loud moan, caused by the sudden warmth of her tongue against her slit. Her hand went straight to Sihyeon’s hair, pulling it away from her face and holding it between her fingers so it wouldn't get in the way.

Sooyoung lifted her feet onto the couch, spreading her legs wider to give her better access to her pussy. For Sihyeon it was somewhat difficult to establish a rhythm since it was her first time doing such a thing, she was only looking at how she reacted to certain motions so she could repeat them. That's how she went from unsteady movements to making Sooyoung squirm on the couch.

"F-fuck… you are a quick learner, right?" Sooyoung complained, hunching over a bit.

Sihyeon ignored her question, focusing all the attention on the little button located on the top of her pussy, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate her faster and faster. Like her dedication to making her feel amazing, Sooyoung's moans grew in both quantity and volume.

She was attacking her clit in a agressive way, capturing it from time to time between her lips to move her tongue in different directions. Sooyoung held onto her hair even tighter, pushing her face forward in search of more pleasure. Involuntarily her legs were closing, crushing both sides of the girl's face with her thighs.

"Sihyeonie… I'm close…" the older one managed to say with great difficulty, between loud moans.

Hearing this, the black-haired woman took two of her fingers to the entrance of her pussy, rubbing against it before introducing them without any warning inside her.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Sooyoung moaned even louder, adjusting her posture on the couch to control her spasms.

Her fingers were pumping faster and faster, that, together with the stimuli carried out by her tongue, led to a wild chain of moans easily audible to anyone who passed by outside the study. It was a matter of seconds for Sooyoung to reach ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Ah! Honey!

Sooyoung let out one last moan, squirming in her seat as intense waves of pleasure ran through his entire body. She tightened her thighs around Sihyeon's head, reaching the point of suffocating her for a few seconds, but she couldn't have cared less about it, it was totally worth it.

A few seconds later, when her orgasm had passed, she released her legs to slowly lower her feet to the ground. With her breath still shaking, Sooyoung tugged on Sihyeon's arm, she understood immediately, sitting next to her to give her a nice and affectionate kiss.

"Did I do it right?" She asked her somewhat unsure.

"You did amazing, apparently dancing isn't the only thing you're good at." Sooyoung joked with a mischievous smile.

"Come on, what are you saying." Sihyeon gave her shoulder a little nudge, taking on a reddish hue to her cheeks.

"Look at the mess we've made." The older one pointed her chin in front of her, the room was full of clothes everywhere.

"Let's ignore that for a moment, let me be a little bit like this with you."

Sihyeon wrapped her arms around her body, snuggling up beside her with his face hidden in her neck. Sooyoung passed one of her arms over her head and another around her body, strengthening her warm embrace a little more. Being slowly washed away by exhaustion, the two of them fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

[thrndlngs]

three times shinsou misses the opportunity to kiss you + the one time he seized the moment.

── pairing, shinsou x fem!prohero!reader ── request: x times shinsou wants to kiss fem reader??? pLZ I NEED IT ── author’s note: this was super dope & cute to write. tysm for sending this in. i hope i did this justice and it wasn’t to out of character.  also reader has a water quirk & the two of you are in your early twenties.  ♡ 

i.

     "'toshi,” you whispered, chest against his as the two of you currently hid from the group of villains. your two agencies had partnered up in attempt to take down a new gang of villains who were transporting drugs from the city to the waters, the two of you were partnered because of how the two of you excelled in your respective agencies, shinsou was sent to aid in your patrols of the waters  ──  which is why the two of you are currently hiding in a storage closet on a ship. 

  “shut up.” you don’t take it to heart, you’re sure he means it as nicely as possible - he just lacks a few pages in the ‘vocabulary’ department. 

  “we need to do something.” you tell him, trying your best to meet his gaze in the tight space (which was nearly impossible because he’s towering over you at the moment). he doesn’t reply, not at first at least, if you looked hard enough you would probably see the gears in his head turning. 

  “──stop talking, it’s distracting me.” 

  your mouth quickly shuts, fidgety hands are now at your side, you were starting to get antsy and there was practically little to no room to move around without being heard - or seen for that matter. 

  “they switch the guards every ten minutes, in the middle of the switch, we run.” the purple haired male explained, taking a peak at the time on his cellphone. the two of you had to endure this for three more minutes. just three more minutes and you would be free.

  “three minutes,” you repeated, more to confirm this for yourself. you’re sure you wouldn’t last that long, after all, this was shinsou, the male you’ve had a crush on for quite some time now. how were you expected to last that long?

  “──think of it like seven minutes of heaven.”

  “we haven’t played that since── “

  “yeah, yeah i know, but just think of it like that. don’t think about the closet, just the game.” 

  you nodded quickly, meeting his gaze as the two of you stood there in silence. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about kissing him. it seemed like the perfect moment - it was just the two of you. if it were the last day on earth, you at least wanted to go out with a bang. you know?

  “let me get comfortable, you can do the same after.” you watched as he places either hands besides your head, slouching a bit against the wall so his back could have some sort of support. he nods to you, signaling for you to do the same. 

  it takes you a moment, the position shinsou is currently in causes your heart to skip just a few beats. were you disappointed in yourself for letting your mind drift.. elsewhere during a mission? for sure. did you care right now? absolutely not.

  you cleared your throat, widening your stance and trying to balance the weight in between your legs to help ease some of the weight  ──  but there wasn’t really much you could do.

  “two minutes.” 

   this had to be the longest three minutes of your life.

   “i think i just tasted my own sweat.” he complained. it feels like he’s sweating in places he shouldn’t produce sweat in.

  “i feel like a fish out of water,” you added.

  “──gonna start passing out if i don’t throw you in the water soon?”

  “says the one whose sweating to death.” 

  “and you’re dehydrated. guess we’re both shit out of luck aren’t we?”

  “yeah, but, i think this isn’t the worst way to die.” 

  he takes another peak at his cellphone, noting that there’s a minute left before the two of you could finally get out of this damn storage closet. “you’ve got a minute to tell me anything worse than dying like this.” 

  in hindsight ── there’s a lot that could happen in a minute, that’s the only reason you said something to begin with. “alone, i could die in this closet, alone and then you know, it would be lonely.” 

 “are you serious?” 

  “oh come on! that’s pretty serious!”

  “it ── it really isn’t,” he’s trying to laugh as quietly as possible and you playfully slapped him in his shoulder. 

 “okay, well, i wouldn’t want to die alone.”

  “mhm, scaredy cat.” his smile is infectious and for a moment, he forgets that the two of you are stuck in a storage closet. maybe now would be the perfect time to kiss you, when it’s just the two of you, waiting to make your grand escape, when the two of your are just centimeters apart. 

  “now’s our chance,” he whispered, straightening himself to get out first just in case. he doesn’t want to act off of impulses. if he kisses you, he wants to make sure it’s because you want him too.

ii.

     “good to see you when you’re not acting like a goldfish who just hopped out of it’s bowl.” the familiar voice teased from behind you, hands folded behind his head. if it were anyone else, you might have tripped them.

  “──don’t you have to go buy hair dye now or something?”

  “no that was after i made sure a fisherman didn’t take you on the way home.”

  “is this what do you do on your spare time? think of jokes that revolve around my quirk?”  

  he rolls his shoulder lazily, leaning against the apartment railing across from your front door. “they come naturally, no extra thinking required.”

  “and here i thought all the hair dye went to your brain.”

   this wasn’t out of the norm for the two of you, he would make the first jab and then you would follow suit. sometimes, the bickering could go on for hours  ──  regardless of task at hand (like the time the two of you were trying to detain a villain and shinsou had told the woman you were a water sprite), it’s an old nickname of yours, he had given it to you back at the sports festival when you were kids. you had earned it when you had almost drown mineta because he wouldn’t stop making inappropriate jokes and you had brought the entire water fountain down on him. 

  as the two of you stood there in silence, you, had your back against your door, hands folded behind you while he stood parallel, arms against his chest he wonders: is this the time he kisses you goodnight? 

  “d’ya want to come inside? i have leftovers? we could pull an all nighter like we used to do back in the dorms?” there’s a hint of hopefulness in your eyes and he would feel like absolute shit if he declined the offer.

  “only because you have food.” 

  he doesn’t kiss you goodnight then. and he doesn’t kiss you goodnight when you fall asleep on his shoulder after the second horror movie either. if you were anyone else, he would’ve left without a care in the world, but it’s you and you are different. 

  so he stays and tells himself that tomorrow will be a new day and tomorrow, he can try again.

iii.

     “i don’t dance,” shinsou tells you as you so desperately tried to bring him onto the dance floor. it’s a hero’s gala, everyone from your respective classes at U.A. were here, pro heroes from all around the world and some of your old instructors as well  ──  these aren’t his thing, you know that. you remember his attitude during the first two hours of the third year’s ‘goodbye party’ - not much had changed. he’s taller, a bit more handsomer and smiles more often. 

  “you do tonight, come on.” while you had dragged him by one hand, the other desperately tried to loosen his tie because it feels like he’s suffocating. 

  “──you’ll be the death of me woman.” he’s mumbling under his breath, one hand resting in yours as the other found its place at your waist.

  “because i asked you to dance? might i say this is on your list of horrible ways to die?” you teased, offering him that infectious smile that makes him go weak in his knees. he hates to admit the pull you have on him  ──  he might even go as far as saying you might have him wrapped around that finger of yours and you don’t even know it yet.

  “if it’s by your hands i would say it’s a merciful death.”

  “a merciful death? i’ll keep that in mind.” 

  “don’t test your luck,” you know he’s only messing with you  ──  

  you’re to busy enjoying the moment to think of some witty comeback. it’s something about the way your hand seems to fit perfectly in his. or how the two of you are able to move in sync without any words spoken in between the two of you that’s driving you insane.

  if you would’ve told your past self that you would be slow dancing with the hitoshi shinsou at a hero’s gala while the world around you disappeared you would’ve laughed at the idea. it would’ve seem silly to you  ──  stupid even. shinsou and you weren’t rivals like you and bakugou were, but, you had always found yourself trying to one up him. 

  yet here you were, swaying to the slow tune as you managed to snake your arms around his midsection and rest a head against his chest. maybe this was his chance: with the little distance in between the two of you, dim lighting and dressed to the nines. surely, this would be a good memory to relive later down the road wouldn’t it? 

  but he wanted to savor the moment. so he decides it against it  ── despite the ache in his chest.

  iv.

     "we did it.” shinsou muses, an awkward hand offered in your direction for you to shake. it’s been six months but your agencies had finally shut down the smuggling operation and you could finally take the break you had so desperately needed. you weren’t sure what to do with the outstretched hand, but, you give in anyways, resting your hand in his as he gave it a firm shake.

  “pleasure doing business with you.” you tell him, lips curving into a bittersweet smile. teasing, bickering and ‘playful’ sparring aside, you were going to miss him. you were used to patrolling and doing missions on your own but this was different. 

  “try not to end up on the other side of fishing hook, yeah?” it’s his way of telling you to be careful in shinsou’s teasing nature.

  “make sure i’m the one to grant you the merciful death.” please be careful, is what you want to say. though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it aloud - if you did, it would only confirm that you care about the purple haired pro hero more than you should. 

  he shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re the only one who gets the satisfaction.” 

  “it better stay that way ‘toshi.” 

  he doesn’t know for certain if your agencies would cross paths again. your agency was closer to the waters and he was closer in the city, the chance that you would run into one another again would be slim to none. 

 he clears his throat for a moment, retreating his hand from yours and placing them at your waist instead. he’s pictured this a thousand times but now that he’s in the moment he couldn’t manage to find the right words. it’s frustrating, really.

  “──hi.” you’re holding your breath in anticipation, was this another one of his games? was he going to kiss you? tell you a secret? use his capture weapon and tell you that he’s not letting you go until you admit something embarrassing?

  he doesn’t care anymore. doesn’t care if it makes him look like a love sick idiot when he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’s about to do before he dies, he doesn’t care if anyone’s watching or for the wrinkles you’ll cause since you’ve got a fistful of his shirt in a desperate attempt to close whatever little distance the two of you had between you. 

  you pull away first causing him to pout (which was actually cute but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that) but you do laugh.

  “you know,” he muses, a hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit you hadn’t seen in years. “──i didn’t want to let you walk away without something to remember, my little water sprite.” 

  you rolled your eyes at the choice of nickname but were flattered nonetheless, your own arms finding their way around his neck, “who said i was walking away?”

[theepisceswriter]

Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET:  between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.