#sleepyhead Heavens

[majorproblems77]

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ITS HIMS! :D

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Heavens, the hero from the skies, is a rather sleepy teacher! He is one of the seven Links from my Links meet au “Across the Galaxy” and also who the story will follow the most!

[valalice]

ﾒ taking the best naps in chloe's bed.

cw. fluff. fem!reader. established relationship. chloe is a tease. barely suggestive towards the end. not proofread.

the bed dips as chloe sits on the edge, the palm of her rubbing steady circles on your back. she thought the sensation would cause you to slip further into dreamland, but her warm palm on your clothed skin startled you awake.

eyes fluttering open, you think the blue haired girl in front of you to be apart of your dream, the silhouette of her figure blurred—wait, you don't remember falling asleep—are you even dreaming right now?—the blunt ends of chloe's nails rake along the length of your back, sending blots of shivers down your spine; you've got to be dreaming right now, or you've somehow passed and made it to heaven, because of course the perfect heaven is chloe price scratching your back.

"wakey wakey, sleepyhead." chloe teases, her voice hushed. almost as if she didn't want to shatter the hazy space you're in.

groaning you push your head further into your (chloe's) pillow. losing the battle and letting your eyes shut once more. "'m not sleeping." your words borderline incoherent with your face smushed into the pillow. chloe chuckles, feeling the bed dip further as chloe leans down closer to your face.

"didn't catch that." even with your eyes closed you can hear the smirk that's plastered on her face right now, her fingers now ghosting over your back, but pulls them back when she feels you shifting.

with a huff you push yourself off the pillow, not bothering to open your eyes. "i'm not sleeping." you reiterate, before flopping back down onto the plush cushion, getting comfortable once again.

chloe hums, "you sure about that? because whatever you were doing for the past few hours looked a lot like sleeping."

"i was resting my eyes." you answered matter-of-factly. when truthfully you don't remember falling asleep. you remember chloe picking you up to hang out, you remember the jingle of keys opening the door, the short stamped up the stairs, and laying on her bed, then everything just blanks. but, you cannot be blamed, ever since you've known chloe her bed has had some tight grip on you sending you straight to sleep; it's troubling whenever you want to spend any kind of time with chloe in her room and the moment she turns away from you, your body is limp as your consciousness drifts off to sleep; much like today.

"right, because sleeping and resting you eyes are completely two different things."

you're sick of your asshat of a girlfriend at this point, so you flip your body on to your back, making sure to huff to make your annoyance known; but not flipping over to lay on your other side because you're not that annoyed just yet. your actions cause chloe to fully shift into bed next to you on her side, propping her head on her hand as she stares at your "resting" figure. a nimble fingers coming to trace along the indents on your face caused from the pillow, the corner of her lips twitching upward; she wants to tease you for it, for sleeping so well in her bed, but she lets the warm content pool fill in her stomach that you feel safe enough with her to sleep this well in her bed.

a beat passes, and chloe's fingertips stay tracing along your features with a featherlight touch; around the perimeter of your face, over your eyebrows, down to your eyes and under them to swish pass your eyelashes and trace circles around your cheeks, up your nose and down its bridge, and to your lips where she payed extra attention to the shape of them, she knew them well. and she wanted to kiss them, kiss you, but decided against it, for now.

chloe's hand settles on your stomach. you don't know what compels you to flip into your original position, her warm hand following your shifts to lay on the small of your back, pushing your body closer to hers. you finally, and fully open your eyes, meeting chloe's, the blueness of her eyes still striking yet soft, like a watercolor painting. the hand on your back keeps pulling as close as humanly possible till your legs are intertwined.

you don't bother to prop your head on your hand like chloe, much preferring the comfort of your head against the pillow and not the potential ache of your wrist. "how long was i out for?" voice quiet and laced with a twinge of embarrassment, whisper like and preserved only for chloe to hear.

she twist her lips up, looking up towards the ceiling for a moment before her gaze settles back on you. "for a couple hours. it's gonna get dark soon, so if you still want to go out somewhere we can leave now." the hand on your back has now found its way beneath your shirt, the fabric bunched up just a bit to expose some of your stomach and the glimpse of chloe's hand and wrist, her thumb smoothing at your waist.

now it's your turn to momentarily think, embarrassment rushing back through your veins. embarrassed because you've lost the imaginary battle with chloe's bed, again, and embarrassed that also spoiled the plans the two of you had. "do you still want to do go out?" making her question whether you wanted to still do the activities planned up to her, it's only fair in your head. although, you know she doesn't care either way.

the soft glow of the sun setting illuminates chloe's features. and it's at this time that you realize her signature beanie doesn't reside on top of her head, you take this win and reach up to comb through her short locks with your fingers, pushing hair behind her head and her side band out of her face; she hates when you do it, but she doesn't do much to retaliate besides the spew of words she'd say, your just like to see her more, all of her. "not really," now it's her turn to be lulled, being tempted by the mistress of sleep. her eyes fluttering shut, savoring your touch, eyebrows knitting together, her face strained yet still calm; she remembers, engraves even, the feeling of your touch, your skin on hers, you, into her mind, just incase you slip through her fingers like liquid and all she has is the vibrant memories of you. "i picked up that movie you wanted to see. we could watch it?"

your lips curl into a smile. only chloe could make you annoyed one moment then the next make you want to smoother her in kisses. "that sounds nice." you agree, taking a piece of her hair and twirling it around your index finger. the blue suits her well, a little too well, but your mind often drifts to if scenarios of chloe's hair; if she decides to let her hair grow out ever again, if she lets the blue fade and eventually chop it off, if she randomly gets bored of it and decides to bleach and dye it another color. you don't care what she does her hair, you know she'll look hot with anything, you just hope you're there to see the changes.

in a swift movement chloe grasp onto your wrist, freeing the hair wrapped around your finger as she tugs slightly at you, she wants you up just as she is. and with a huff you prop yourself up on your arm angled behind your back, face to face with chloe. her hand drags down from your wrist to just above your elbow, pulling you close again till the tips of your noses meet. only then does open her eyes. "promise you won't fall asleep."

you groan, rolling your eyes. "i don't chose to fall asleep. the bed, your bed, it casts some kind of sleep spell on me." you argue with sincerity. chloe doesn't buy it, her eyes squinting and an eyebrow shooting up; she's not convinced.

this time she doesn't pull you into her. but instead she uses the grasp still on your arm to push it into the mattress, giving her enough leverage to slot a knee between your legs and hover above you, leaning down. "then i guess you better fight it off, 'cause the next time you fall asleep i'm waking you up with tickles." you bite back your growing smile and the bark of a smart remark that you'd much prefer to woken up another way.

[m30wk1ttycat]

Sleepyhead

Contains: cuss words, cuddling (*omg*) Pairing: Newt x Reader Summary: You can't fall asleep, so he tries to help you, somehow.

Even after all those years, stuck in the Glade, trying to find a way out - you finally did it. But you weren't happy. How could you? Everything was going wrong in so many ways possible. Your family, friends from school - all gone. The Flare was spreading. Alby was gone, Chuck was too. There was no way anyone could be happy.

Thankfully, you still had that one boy you could trust with your entire life. The one and only, Newt.

That same boy who dragged your ass out of the Maze so many times, you'd be counting for days. The same boy who always made sure you were safe and sound after your morning runs with Minho and the other Runners. That same boy who tended to you after you were the one challenging to fight Gally during one of the bonfires.

Good old times.

Nothing's changed. Or, well, at least he hasn't changed. Not one bit. He's still the Newt who's always nice to everyone, but isn't afraid to be a bit more aggressive when he needed to prove a point.

Now that you think about it, Thomas and Minho haven't changed much either.

Thomas? The boy is still curious, too much for his own good. You weren't sure if he was either smart, or dumb as fuck. But he made a good friend regardless.

Minho was just as sarcastic, if not more than before.

Now you were stuck in some facility, "a haven protecting them from the Cranks" in Janson's words.

"This place has actual beds?" Newt grinned, making that signature face of his. "Y/N, we're so gonna share a bunk bed."

At this point, it didn't even sound like a request. More like a.. command, maybe? No, you were just overthinking this.

"This is Heaven," Minho joked, plopping down onto one of the beds.

This was far from Heaven. But it was still better than the Glade, probably.

Right in the middle of your thoughts, you were interrupted by Thomas. "Huh, new clothes."

"What, never seen 'em or something?" You say, walking into the room with a furrowed brow. This was suspicious. Janson was acting a bit too sweet.. There was no way this was going to end well. Just no.

"Y/N, chill out," Frypan says.

You weren't even doing anything wrong, why was Frypan suddenly telling you to chill out?

After everyone took a shower and all, you were supposed to go to sleep, but you just couldn't. You were tired - obviously. But you couldn't sleep. You were tired, but not tired enough to actually go to sleep.

Shifting under the blankets, Newt seemed to have picked up on the movement in the bottom bunk. He let out a small chuckle, that only made you realize he wasn't sleeping. Damn it.

"Can't sleep?" he whispered, leaning down from the top bunk. Even in the darkness, you could still make out his features. His messy, sandy blonde hair, his chocolate brown eyes, his smooth jaw, and of course, those barely visible eyebags.

"No."

He wasn't sure whether he should, or shouldn't frown. You were tired, he knew that. He realized, when you almost fell asleep on his shoulder when you were eating in the dining hall. Those weird looks from the guys would probably forever haunt his mind.

With a slight huff, he whispered a quiet "come here, then". You were confused for a moment, but you did as he said, climbing up the ladder. He laughed softly, trying to muffle out his laughs and giggles by covering his mouth with his hand. Unsuccessfully at that.

With a swift movement, he manages to pull you into a cuddle. You'd beat the life out of him, if only you weren't too tired to do so. He played with your hair, whispering some random stuff into your ear, but you could barely focus on anything else other than your hair getting twirled by his fingers. Those whispers mainly consisted of quiet comments, like "you're so adorable when you look like a lost pup" "you're so huggable" "try to get some rest, huh, love?" "cutie"

"Y/N," he whispered, "you still awake?" To which you didn't reply. He figured you were asleep, so he let out a sigh, kissing the top of your head, still fiddling with your hair.

i'm so sorry its so short, i jus have a ton of school workkk

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

[wonton4rang]

could you write something on Kictchen fuck with leehan?

ofc !! I am a hardcore taesan biased but I CAN'T deny that leehan sometimes has a place for too long in my mind :')

pairing; leehan x reader.

warnings; smut +18, and that's it, just some porn without plot, regular sex.

summary; kitchen fuck with your boyfriend leehan after being so absent for a couple weeks due to your job.

note; currently writing another ask I have for taesan 👀 always open for any thoughts or requests <33

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you were working like a bitch the last few weeks, loads and loads of paperwork filling your desk and restraining you from coming home at the end of your shift. it was tiring, your body was not going to keep holding on for much longer, so you requested your vacations.

your boss did not want to let you go tbh, you took most of the workload of the team and did everything perfectly, but he also knew that you needed to rest so he sent you home the week after you requested him those few days off. but let me tell you something, you were not the only want who wanted to be home, your pretty boyfriend had missed you too during those days that you wouldn't come home early enough for him to see you before falling asleep out of tiredness, and then when he woke up you were already gone, it was hell for leehan.

you got home late last night and as usual you found him sleeping with his back on the bed's board, waiting for you with his arms crossed and his glasses resting in his nose bridge. he looked so hot you almost woke him up to give him the exciting news that you were staying home the next three weeks. you just removed his glasses and tried to make him sleep on his back without waking him up, it worked; you took to the bathroom and then tucked into the sheets with him. it was so nice to have him by your side.

then the next morning when leehan got up, brushed his teeth and went out of the bedroom guided by the smell coming from outside, he got sooo confused because it was saturday and it was HIS day off, you always did extra hours on saturdays so he had two things in mind: he is having visions or someone broke in. but he was so relieved yet dumbfounded when he saw you wearing his large shirt with just your underwear beneath it, you were quietly humming your favourite song of the moment, killer queen by none other than queen itself.

and he would approach you from behind, his hands going automatically to hold the front of your thighs and his head laying in the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses before you talked "good morning, sleepyhead" your voice was such a turn on for him that you could literally feel his dick twitch in your back, his pajama pants being extremely thin.

"are you staying the whole day, baby?" you nodded and turned around to face him, his hands immediately taking place in your ass.

"i took my vacations"

and that's all you said before you felt his plump lips against yours, his hands touching you with so much hunger you were confused as to how much he most have missed you those few weeks; and is not like you didn't miss him, but he was more in a calm side type of behaviour so he didn't really acted desperate most of the times.

which led you to be very confused when you noticed he was not slowing down, quite the opposite, he was accelerating his pace and kissing you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth and his hard dick pressing against your tummy.

"babe, can you take me now? can i... can i please...?" he couldn't even talk at this point, he was just so hot, so you let him, you ensured him that you could take it and well, you did, cause he lifted you up to the counter and took your underwear to the side so he could get in after taking his dick out of his trousers.

you both saw heaven when he finally thrusted in, speeding up like his life depends on it, kisses trailing down your throat, small hickeys laying there and your hands tangling in his hair while you accepted everything he had to give you. it was so good, so good and so hot, you guys were so horny for the days you couldn't be together that it was not long before you both came, leehan coming first and being followed by you when he rubbed your clit with his thumb for a few seconds.

"I missed you so much" he whispered against your cheek before placing a kiss there, still inside of your throbbing cunt.

"i can tell, i missed you so bad too"

and you guys forgot about breakfast for a while until the burnt smell made you realize you never turned off the pan in the stove. but it was okay, you were with your boyfie and you could always do the pancake mix again !!

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I am 100% sure that asks/ thoughts/ drabbles should not be this long but I just can't help it 😔 hope you guys enjoyed and that the person who requested this did too!!

[silenttrxxs]

demon choi san! x witch reader!

nsfw! no minors, 18+ , (a slap), mentions of inhumane part.

running through the streets your feet stinging as you focused solely on the destination in front of you, weaving in and out of the crowds of people. You never thought that this day would have came. You was pushed from your own coven. The people you was supposed to trust with your whole life and soul, in which you did now turnt on you, casting you to live the rest of your eternity far away from them. Now you dont know how long you had been running for, the sting of the balls of your feet hinting to the fact you may have been running for a while. You swung a sharp left, finding an old apartment that looked somewhat habitable. You grabbed your bag tightly, pushing through the door and sighing as you saw it kitted with a bed and some blankets thanking the heavens above for you having a little luck through this awful day.

You grabbed your phone out of your bag putting it on charge as you laid in the bed. You sighed letting yourself rest a little. Your emotions bubbling up as you laid there staring at the ceiling. You let the tears fall from your eyes. You sobbed as you felt your heart burning aflame, the anger spilling from your veins as you sat up, blinded by your own emotions you stood up, casting a spell that you had heard about from the rumors spread across town. You started chanting the incantation, the room dimming, the only light glaring was a hazy red glow, you gasped as the room filled with smoke. You tried to stop the spell but it continued, you tried to hide as the room became brighter the red glow getting closer to you as you hid under the blanket.

You felt a warmth above you, not wanting to move you tried your hardest to stay still. The warmth only spreading across your body as you kicked out hoping whatever was above you would move away allowing you to move. You gasped as you heard the thud of whatever was above you hit the floor. A gasp being heard as you moved slowly pulling the blanket from your grasp. You sighed a breath of relief when your gaze locked to the person on the floor. "h-hi-" you said your voice shaky. The fear still coursing through your veins as the room still cast itself in a hazy red glow.

"yeah, hi thanks for the kick to the groin, nice to meet you..y/n" the person says. You look closer as he speaks, noticing the small horns poking from his temple as he speaks. "oh so, youre a demon then" you say realising the weight of what you have just done as you speak the words.

"yeah sorry about that ..wait.. who are you then ive never seen you around before" you say. "well, im san and of course you haven't silly you just summoned me" san says a small giggle leaving his lips.

"o-oh ... erm ... well yeah" you say not sure what to do now you have done this.

-- time skip --

its been 5 years, from the moment you had met san, something about him drew you closer and closer, you now was waking up in the mornings to freshly cooked breakfasts in the home of your dreams. You couldnt have asked for anything better, you had long forgotten the pain that being pushed from your coven caused you, you had been speaking with fate a lot and realised that somehow, she had a plan for you all along. You took this as her plan that she had created for you. Leading your paths to always lead towards him.

You smiled as you walked into the room, the smell of the bacon and eggs being cooked invading your nose, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you walked towards the man cooking. You arms wrapping around his torso, the bare skin glistening with a slight sheen as the heat radiated from him. He let out a content sigh as your arms wrapped around him.

"morning sleepyhead" he says, turning around to pick you up and place your body on the counter.

You gasp as the cold surface hits your skin. A giggle leaving sans lips as he continues cooking, plating the food and lifting a slice of bacon, feeding the food to you. You moan at the taste, laughing as the noise caused sans face to change colour a blush spreading across his cheeks as his horns move slightly, the tips blush with a red.

"oh sannie look at you" you breathe out as you reach up, caressing his horns a little as you look at him. A scoff being heard leaving sans lips as his hands gripped your sides. You winced a little as the harshness of his grip sent a shiver down your spine.

You let out a whine as you felt his grip pulling you closer to his body, the air thickening with a aura of lust and desire. "You know just how to push my button dont you princess" he breathes out. Sighing as he takes in the heat radiating from your body as he smirks, your body reacting to his every touch and movement.

"fuck you san" you breathe out, within the moment the words leave your lips you wince and moan, his hand making contact with your cheek. The slap harsh enough to cause you to clench around nothing. The lacy underwear you picked out now becoming soaked with your own arousal.

You let out a breath as he breath, as if he was inhaling your scent. You look at him, your eyes now hooded with lust and need. You grip onto his shoulders your hand finding the back of his head pulling him down to crash yourselves together in a heated kiss. You bodies moving in sync with each other. The room filling with the sounds of your bodies interwining together. You gasp when you feel your body moved, your body now pressed against the cold frame of the counter. You let out a breathy moan as you felt the cold air hit your aching core. The pants long gone as you feel the warmth replaced with the familiar feeling of sans fingers entering your aching core. Your arousal pooling out and onto his hand. "Fuck baby youre soaked" he breathes out taking the digits out from your abused hole as tasting your arousal. Moaning loudly he grips his cock coating it in you before sliding his throbbing cock into you. He watched as he thrusted into you hard bottoming out before starting to thrust into you at a demonic pace. He giggled to himself, your name slipping from his tongue as he gripped onto your body, his tail now wrapped around your body holding you into place as he fucked into you harder. Your body becoming limp as the pleasure coursed throughout your body. You whined as he wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing any last resemblance of bratiness, your body completely and utterly surrending to his every move. You gasped as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened hard. You came, his load mixing with yours as he groaned biting into your skin. You hissed as his teeth latched into your skin.

"my good girl"

[astralnymphh]

⋆.ೃ;aestra's footnotes V. 🦢

ellie laying on your lap hcs ♡

(pic kinda relates to the hcs if u ignore the blood 🥴)

content; fluff, specific scenario, tlou universe, joels alive

an; giving you guys all my pure, fluff thoughts before dumping my gloomy ass angst within a week 🤣

𖤐. spots you taking a break during patrol, slumping down the base of a rigid trunk, and immediately scrambles over with tired knees. plop goes the side of her head on your cushioned thighs. she don't ask. don't ask why. let her bee 🐝

☠︎︎. lovesss the girls with big thighs, and small thighs. either way, they replicate two fluffy pillows, and that's all she needs. also loves running her fingertips between the bottom crevice lining your thigh-and-the ground. her love language is touch. 100%

𖤐. will inevitably begin to squeeze and prod the fat of your inner thigh with needy fingers, murmuring "hmmpp, so soft.." in that husky tune, cause she. is. in. heaaavenn.

☠︎︎. godddd, can't you just envision her pursed smile when your fingers begin to twine with her timber auburn strands, in reaction nuzzling her nose closer to your leg and poking you. a few gusts of chopped air hitting your thighs when she chuckles. "yuhhpp, keep doin' th-t.." rasped ellie, muzzled in the warmth of your thigh.

𖤐. your bored eyes catch sight of the dandelion cluster birthed from the stumps surrounding grass. hmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking? yeah. you start plucking the flora and threading it through her locks. ellie's tired ass doesn't notice the strange ruffling in her scalp at first 'till a blotch of lemon yellow clouds her peripherals.

"what the h-" her eyes screw over to you, head rotating.

you pivot her back with a firm, but loving, grip, "stay still."

"are you for real putting-"

"yes."

"tchh-" she hisses out into the air, "it's just gonna fall out.."

"but it's worth it."

"mhmm.. but you'd look way better, l'mme do it-"

☠︎︎. sometimes, instead, she'll laze between your tempered legs and slants her head on your thigh. it's cozier this way. oh my god and the way her lashes would graze your skin lightly.. goofbye..

𖤐. falls asleep sometimes and snores on you. probably drools cuz I said so. anyways, you flick her on the head to wake her up like "els, u're drooling again." and she just pretends like it never happened. "wha- whaattt.. nope, i did not. dunno' what u're talking bout babe."

☠︎︎. other times, she'll lounge the back of her head there, staring up at you and the ether that crowns your head high above. ellie rejoices in the seraphic depicture that is your face. so, god, whenever she gets a long glimpse of you, her worries wash away, and forgets the troubles lacerating at her composure. it feels like fireflies dancing on her freckles, midface heating up whenever she's with you in this position. heaven in her world.

𖤐. hair always gets rustled up when she lifts her weight off, and no, she doesn't bother to fix it. treading around the patrol route, looking like she got jumped by five infected.

☠︎︎. one time, you guys succumbed to slumber on joel's sofa with ellie, her head on your lap per usual. bro strolled in and caught you two like this, snapping a photo with his clunky ass vintage camera and then would show it to ellie the next morning, whispering, "pshh, bunch'a sleepyheads."

(gif from elliedisorder)

MASTERLIST

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you waking up in jack’s arms makes him realize he needs to do something soon

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a lil kiss 💋, just fluff mainly

𝐚/𝐧: was half asleep while writing this so it might be rough

jack had his hands draped around waist, while you were laying on his chest. your head was snuggled in the crook of his neck, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

you were fast asleep, however he was definitely not. he was supposed to napping with you in his trailer, but he couldn’t sleep. he has something, or someone, on his mind. 

you and jack were filming Scream VI together and played love interests. it was fine at first, but as filming progressed, jacks feeling for you only grew. there was only one problem. you and jack were friends.

well, sorta. 

you did everything a normal couple would do, but just as buddies. hence why you were cuddled up together on the couch in his trailer. no one really knew why you weren’t officially together, for you would make such a good couple.

he wanted to call you his. it was silly, the only thing keeping you from formally dating was a label, and yet he craved it, more than anything.

he looked down at you, your glowed from the sunlight peeking through the windows. you looked angelic, and he wondered how a person could be this pretty. god, he hated himself for being so fearful of rejection. 

unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way. you wished you weren’t such a chicken, and could grow a pair and ask him out. how was it possible to want a person this bad?

you were a match made in heaven, as jenna liked to say. she was your costar, and your best friend. you told her all about your interactions with jack, the both of you giggling like little schoolgirls. you had given him the codename “strawberry,” so you could talk about him without others knowing his identity. 

jenna saw the spark in your eyes when you talked to him, and your pupils dilated in size every time you were around him. you were in love with a man you weren’t even dating. 

your body twisted and turned as you slowly woke up. you blink away the sleepiness and cautiously looked up at jack to see if he had waken up yet.  

“good morning, sleepyhead.” jack says. you smile at eachother, and you sat up, the shared blanket slipping off of your silky skin.

“how long have you been awake?” you asked, hoping you didn’t keep him glued in place while you were fast asleep. your sleepy voice made jack swoon, and he held back from doing anything he would later regret. 

“not long, i just woke up.” he lies straight through his teeth in order to make you feel okay. you just nod and pat around the cushions, searching for your phone. you find it smooshed in between two pillows, and you check the clock. it was two twenty three.

“what time do we need to be back on set by?” you curiously ask him.

“three pm, i think. but we need to go to hair and makeup at two thirty.”

you flash him the time, and hop out of bed. you and him take short walk to the costume department. there was two separate trailers, and all of the actors randomly assigned to one at the beginning of filming. you and jack got split up, which sucked, but the system was supposed to help with efficiency and speed. 

you part ways, and both get into full costume. your makeup artist was around your age, so you enjoyed chatting with her. after getting ready, you both meet up on set.

you and him weren’t in a lot of scenes today, so you mainly just played game pigeon together. the day was spent competing and laughing together, and you wouldn’t have changed anything.

however, the whole day jack had plastered on a fake smile. in reality, he was stressed to beyond compare. he was going to ask you out by the end of the day. 

seeing you all wrapped up in his arms this afternoon made him realize that he wants to start a future with you. so while his was alone, he called his buddy, romeo, and sent him to the store to get flowers. he made romeo send photos of every bouquet in the shop, so jack could pick out the perfect bundle for you. 

it was now dark out, and filming for today was over. you and him already had changed back into your normal clothes, and you both went back to your personal trailers to grab your keys. you separated and agreed to meet back up in the, now empty, parking lot. 

what you didn’t know was that romeo was waiting in jacks trailer, with the flowers that jack would use to ask you out. jacks heart raced as he rushed to the parking lot. he wanted to be there first, just to see your reaction when you saw him standing with a colorful section of gorgeous flowers in his hands.

he anxiously waited for you, nervously popping his fingers. he then saw you walking up to him, the moonlight illuminating your features. you approached him, getting closer and closer.

he handed you the flowers, and you smiled brighter than ever, wondering what they were for.

“y/n, i’ve loved spending countless hours with you over the past few months, and there is nothing i want more in this world than to be your boyfriend. will you please go out with me?” he lovingly asked.

you stood on your tiptoes and cupped his hand with your cheek, before connecting your lips together. you had been waiting for this moment since the day you met him, and it definitely lived up to its potential. he kissed you back, passion filling your bodies. 

you pulled apart, and looked at him with a huge grin. jack opened his mouth to ask a sarcastic question.

“so was that a yes?”

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[wizard-on-whales]

Song Birds and Willow Trees

(NSFW)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Fingering, P in V, Pet names, its pure smushy intimate sex,

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It was an unusually cool summer afternoon, so you decided not to waste the nice day and went outside. You and James had lived on a large secluded property for a few years and it had been like heaven on earth. Of course, your favorite spot to spend your days was outside under the willow tree in the backyard. Today, you lay under it on a red and white checkered blanket that had been spread out to keep the bugs off your bare legs. You were draped in your favorite summer dress reading the book you had purchased a few days earlier. The combination of the cool breeze and the sunlight hitting you through the branches made you sleepy, so you decided it would be nice to take a small nap. 

You weren't sure exactly how long you had been asleep, but the sound of approaching footsteps and the evening birds woke you. You looked up to see your lover standing over top of you with a smile on his face. The once bright blue sky had now turned to the color of ambers, making the clouds pink.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” James smiled down at you before sitting cross-legged next to you. You scootched closer, setting your head in his lap, causing him to lean down and kiss you. The warm glow from the setting sun cast a perfect shadow over his face, making him seemingly more beautiful than normal. 

“What time is it?” You ask, looking up at him with your sleep-clouded eyes. His tattooed hands made their way into your hair, stroking it softly. 

“It's about 8, I went inside and you weren't in there, so I assumed you were out here.” He moved his gaze from your face to look off into the distance. His eyes scanned over the vast scenery that surrounded you. 

“I didn't realize I was out here for so long,” Your gaze followed his, watching the birds that flew through the sky play with each other. You smiled at the simplicity of it before looking back at him to meet his eyes, “Make love to me, James.”

He didn't say anything in return, instead, he leaned down and connected your lips again. His hand cradled the back of your neck as he moved your head off his lap to change positions. Now, his body was over the top of yours, his weight pinning you down to the earth below. The heat from the air and the rising lust caused a flush to coax your cheeks and chest. James pulled away from your lips and smiled down at you before his fingers slid under the top traps of your dress and pulled it down just below your breasts. His large, calloused hand grabbed one, kneading it slightly, making sure his thumb swiped over your sensitive nipple. He smiled at your soft whimpers before leaning down to connect his mouth to your chest. Your hands cradled his head, encouraging him to keep it there as he left soft love bites on the smooth skin. 

His actions were filled with nothing but love, his touch gentle as his hands roamed your body, memorizing every inch. His hands traced up your thighs, barely touching the skin as he pushed the skirt of your dress up. The action caused goosebumps to rise across your body, a sign it was already calling out for more of him. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, sliding them off, and tossing them to the side. Your hand grabbed his belt and unhooked up before repeating his actions. As you pulled the belt off his jeans, he slightly palmed himself through them. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up, fingers grazing his stomach as you did. James took over, pulling the shirt off himself, and as he did your hands felt up his chest, teasing the soft hairs. 

He leaned down to kiss you again, his fingers finding their way to your heat, slowly circling your sensitive bud. You let out a content sigh into his mouth, inviting his tongue in to dance with yours. Slowly, he pushed a finger into you, stretching your plush walls. You moaned against him, your arms pulling his warm body closer to yours. His mouth left yours as he stared down at you, pushing a second digit in and moving his wrist faster. You looked at him through strained eyes, biting your lip to hold back your noises. 

“C’mon, sing for me, Birdie,” He whispered, softly kissing your cheek.

“Please, Jamie,” You whined, your hips lifting against his hand. 

“What do you need, baby?” He continued his movement with his hand, your slick covering his fingers and already dripping out of you. 

“Need you,” He gave you a small kiss before pulling his fingers out and leaving you empty. He quickly shuffled his pants off before repositioning himself in front of your entrance. He let out a groan, pumping himself a few times before slowly pushing into you. He leaned down on his elbows, one on each side of your face, trapping you under him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush with yours as he bottomed you out. His face contorted into pleasure as your walls contracted around him, adjusting to his size.

“Move?” He questioned, looking you in the eyes. You bit your lip and nodded, dropping your head back. James kissed your neck, slowly moving his back and forth. The only thing that could be heard was the soft whimpers coming from both of you and the crickets and frogs that had started their nightly duets. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, each one seeming to fill you deeper than the last. You moan his name like a prayer under him, as you grip him tighter, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave a mark. He let out a groan, one of his hands cupping the back of your neck again to pull you close. 

“Oh, fuck, just like that, darling,” He moaned as you clenched around him. You could feel the knot in your stomach build, as you arch your back, your body desperately craving more of him. The wetness between your legs increased as he kept his rhythm. The sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing filled the air around you. This had been the most intimate and open you had ever been with each other. Sure you've had sex together plenty of times but it was never this intense or honest.

James hardly wanted to move in and out of you at this point, the pressure of it all so overwhelming he was just slowly grinding his hips against yours. It was still enough that you could feel his tip hitting your sweet spot. Your legs were shaking at this point as they wrapped tighter around him, trying to pull him even closer as if you couldn't already feel him in your stomach. You felt dizzy as he tried to push himself further into you. Suddenly it was all too much and you felt your release build up at once. 

“Ooh, god,” You cried out, tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes. James swallowed your moans as he connected his lips with yours once again. The knot in your stomach loosened as the world around you spun, and your body became overly sensitive. James pulled out, his hand feverishly finishing what was started. The sight of him getting off in his hand and groaning over top of you was almost enough to make you finish a second time. His seed spilled over the side of your thigh as he let out a string of profanities under his breath. He closed his eyes, catching his breath for a few seconds before collapsing on top of you, resting his forehead against yours. You pulled him close in a hug, arms and legs still wrapped around him, both of you breathing heavily. 

He opened his eyes to look at you, giving you a soft smile.

“You're shaking,” You whisper to him, running your hand up his exposed arm, slowly tracing his tattoos.

“I'll be okay,” He tucked his head into your shoulder, giving it a soft kiss. Both of you lay in each other's arms listening to the sounds of nature around you.

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[positively-peachy-143]

dallas x early bird!reader? ilysm👹

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

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Just Like Heaven

Characters: Dallas Winston, Early Bird! GN! Reader

Ships: Dallas Winston/Reader

Tags: smoking, light kissing, fluffy stuff :>

Wk: 649

Dallas Winston has never been a morning person, and he never will be. You on the other hand adore mornings. You love the way the light streams in through your window at Buck’s, you love when it illuminates Dallas’ features. You get to see this side of him that no one else sees; peaceful, vulnerable, sleeping Dallas. Who would blame you for watching him? He was beautiful.

This morning the sky is particularly golden, making the strands of his dark hair light up, illuminating it in hues of hazel and gold. 

You take a sip of your coffee; black. It’s bitter, but a wonderful way to wake up. The steam is illuminated in the sunlight, rising in a steady stream from the chipped mug you’d manage to scrounge up downstairs. It had become a routine, making yourself coffee in the bar’s kitchen, maybe even breakfast for you and Dallas. Not this morning though, just coffee is fine for you. 

You’re interrupted from your thoughts when you feel an arm lazily tossed around your waist, hearing a familiar sleepy grumble from the lazy lump of a man beside you. It sounded like maybe he said “morning” in that very Dallas way of his. His voice was low, rumbling and slurred with sleep. It made you smile. 

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” you glance over your coffee at him, the mug no more than a couple inches from your lips. Even if you weren’t actively sipping it, the smell was nice. And you had to protect it from the potential threat of Dallas spilling it again. 

“How’re you even alive right now, it’s so fuckin’ early…” he whined, burying his face in the pillow beside you. So much for admiring his features. 

“Wah wah” you mocked, elbowing him playfully. “You ought to try it, you know. Sunrise is beautiful.” 

“Don’t need a sunrise.” the words are simple, still edged by grogginess. He leaned up, eyes meeting yours. “Have you.” and he’s grinning that stupid grin of his, pressing a lazy, sleepy kiss to your lips. You’re sure he can taste your coffee, and he doesn’t seem to mind. When he pulls away, he looks a bit more awake than before, his grin verging on cocky now. 

“Sap.” you scold, shoving him. Though you can’t smother the smile tugging at your lips. Yes, you think this is your favorite part of your morning. While you enjoy your brief window of alone time, you may enjoy this, watching Dallas slowly wake up and getting that little peek into his vulnerable side, even more. 

“You blame me? Look who I getta wake up to.” he nudged you back, moving to sit up properly. He leaned over the little table next to the bed, picking up a box of matches and a carton of cigarettes. You’re not a big smoker, but in all honesty you don’t mind the smell as much as you used to. It always reminds you of Dally now. 

He perches a cigarette between his lips, striking a match from the matchbox and lighting it. Afterwards, he carelessly tossed both small boxes back onto the table. No point in offering you one, he knows that. 

A comfortable silence settles over you two. You, with your coffee, him, with his cigarette. Maybe not the healthiest breakfast, but you wouldn’t trade it for a five course meal if you had the chance. Something about this… peace, when otherwise chaos followed Dallas everywhere, when the gang would be teasing you, something about this was a welcome reprieve. You watch the sunlight streaming through the smoke wafting off the end of Dallas’ cancer stick, follow that light to his features. His dark eyes, brown hair, all illuminated in a way that makes him seem like some ethereal being sent here just to have this moment with you. Yes, something about this felt just like heaven.

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[tinyidle]

༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 1 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺

ive had this thought: being sandwiched by karina's and jihyo's chests. it would feel like heaven as one pair of tits would be on your face while the other would rest against your head like a pillow 🤤

your wish is my command lol. killing two birds with one stone.

Your Girls - YKN × YN × PJH

WARNING: suggestive smut , short sorry, makeout, heavy petting, a twist on breast play, harddom!karina, mommy!karina, she's a bit rough, dom!jihyo, mommy!jihyo, sub!reader, baby!reader, gn reader (fem implied), fiction ofc

꒦꒷︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦

you love your girls, and your girls love you. sure, they're from different walks of life, but they both have something in common:

big boobs.

you loved their above average breast sizes as much as they loved sharing them with you. on mornings karina would caress your head on her warm chest to relax and energize you for the day, and at nights jihyo would lay your sleepyhead on her equally-as-warm chest to help relax and lull you to slumber for the night.

however, when it came to playtime, you didn't know whose chest to love or play with first, or whose chest to give more attention to.

one day, when you had the same dilemma, the older of you three had a plan. "come here," karina said, spreading out her arms to for you, coaxing you near her naked form. you reached for her, only for her to squish your face unto her two jugs. you tried to push away from her, but she had a solid grip around your shoulders. you whined and struggled against karina, making her pout. "isn't this what you wanted baby? why isn't baby being a good girl for mommy and relaxing?"

"no, mommy! not like this-- let's play another way," you tried your best to negotiate. you, however, were met with deaf ears as the arms that accommodated the person with the ears only shifted to rest you cheeks in between the valley of her breasts, occasionally squishing your face so that you could feel the fleshy muscles of the fat that lovingly suffocated you.

on the other side of you was an equally nude jihyo-- your less harsh but still dominating mommy. she usually took your side, so you called out for her in hopes of her saving you from this seductive torture that were your mommy's tits. "jihyo, mommy! help!" you called out. jihyo moved closer to your aide, which did nothing but make karina shove your face harder into her boob, if that was even possible at this point. you now felt unable to move: your mommy's boobs feeling like a tight corset that wrapped it's heavenly muscle against your eyes and mouth, preventing you from doing much anything.

as you did your best to struggle free, jihyo went behind you and pressed her two twin towers she called breasts unto the back of your head, rendering you completely helpless. but helpless you were not-- the loves of your life were blessing you with their sweet breasts against you as if you were a teddy bear they won at the carnival. it just had to take you a while to realize. "there goes our sweet baby," karina cooed, playing with your hair as you sighed along her chest, now beginning to become covered with your drool from letting your mouth also relax as well as the rest of your face. mix that with jihyo's personal pillow cushions on your head, and you were set.

jihyo chuckled. "all it takes is for your mommies to rest our boobs on your needy face and you're set, huh baby?" jihyo lightly teased, her hand touching karina's as they both simultaneously massaged you scalp. you slowly nodded the best you could, hands now grasping onto the women's stomachs as a sense of extra comfort. one could say the position your were in looked uncomfortable, but the way your two girlfriends had you made you actually have the best neck and back support than you've ever had during playtime.

as you fully loosened up to their touch, the two were having the grandest time playing with each other. they kissed each other passionately, touching with their lips and tongues before caressing and squeezing and rubbing each other, as well as you, in perfect rhythm.

arousal started to pool between your legs as each nipple slid over your cheeks and earlobe, karina hugging you from the front as jihyo pressed against you from the back. you moaned for more, but didn't dare want your mommies to stop since they were giving you what you wanted. what you needed.

they wanted and needed this too, as if you were giving them everything they'd ever dreamed about. that special moment that comes with the promise of forbidden fruit, pleasuring all three of you at the same time without worrying about equality. as you got the chance to look up at your mommies and saw how hungry they were for each other and how much they desired you, you knew you couldn't deny them anything—that more would come soon enough.

but then you realized you wouldn't need that after all. they were that more. your girls.

[loveackermannn]

☰ I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, MY LOVE.ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(*IMPORTANT: r/17+ for mentions of sexual intimacy !! more under the cut...)

aftercare! with levi is very gentle.

by the end of each session, the two of you are knocked breathless each time. it usually takes a few minutes of just laying on each other to really process that this was all real and it was very much proven through a few hours of physical affirmations and intimacy. no matter how rough or light the sex was, he'll always prioritize your needs before his own.

he'll make sure your still conscious, even if he only gets half mumbled responses. he can't help but kiss over the marks and places he's already explored numerous times – it never gets old for him. as his lips inch their way closer to your own, you manage to flutter one eye open while he continues his soft pecks along your sweaty skin.

"mmm i'm sore, levi.. can barely move.." you mutter, resting your palm on top of his head to playfully scratch at the prickly growth of his undercut. he hums at your words and gesture, "i know baby. i know. i'll take care of you, you don't have to lift a finger."

he steals one last kiss on the pout of your lips and slowly slips out of your arms with care and delicacy. you sigh at the sudden loss of being completely full for hours on end and he chuckles lightly at your blissed out expression.

"what's so funny," you quietly pressed, not even bothering to open both of your eyes in full to glare at your snarky boyfriend.

"nothing, you're just adorable. stay there, i'll get a cloth and run a bath for us," in return, he could only make out the small puffs of air that exhaled through your mouth as he assumed you were already on the verge of falling asleep – it was typical of you in the normal routine of aftercare.

levi eventually willed himself to leave the comfort of being bundled in your warmth, planting a tender kiss on the crown of your head and letting it linger for a few seconds. he slowly made his way to the connected bathroom of your shared room, careful with his movements as to not stir you from such a peaceful state.

the lights were dimly lit while he gathered a few damp washcloths that were ran under warm water – courtesy by him, of course. he made his way back to the tousled bed where you continued to lay, tangled in the silk sheets that wrapped around your limbs like vines. sitting down beside you, he nudged at your arm to which you stirred slightly at the contact and finally turning over to direct your gaze onto him.

"hey sleepyhead, let's get you cleaned up hm?" to this, you only nodded as he assisted you in sitting against the headboard so he could begin wiping down your body and massage any sore areas you needed tending to. the warmth of the cloth running against your skin, paired with his own was absolute heaven in itself. you wish you could stay here forever – to be engulfed in a blanket of love filled by your beloved seemed like a perfect way to live for the rest of your days.

he murmured sweet nothings in your ear, never missing the way your lips curled into a smile when his voice replaced the mundane silence.

does anything hurt? no? okay good, just making sure.

you're so fucking beautiful, you know that?

no, don't move an inch. i got it sweetheart.

and when the time calls for a bath, he'll cradle you cautiously in his arms – one hand on your head and the other arm supporting the rest of your body. he lets you settle in the tub first before joining you shortly after, situating himself behind you with his legs open. you rest your back on his chest as he begins applying shampoo to his palms and massaging it into your scalp.

"this feels so nice, levi."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

being connected with him through sex is already intimate enough, but to be connected with him in times of comfortable silence was another level of intimacy that may as well be on the top of your list of favorite moments with him. the way he handles you with care, looks at you as if your his universe, touches you as if you were fine china.. it was all overwhelming that you could cry of joy.

levi loves like no other – a perfect balance of intensity and gentleness, he'd give you anything and everything if he could. he gives his soul, heart, mind and body to you freely because you own it. while he's never been the best at verbally expressing his love and care for people, he learned through you that it was very much possible for him to do so.

once the two of you are finally laying on the newly changed sheets of your master bed, he pulls you in close enough to hear the soft beat of his heart as you tip your head up to kiss his chin. glancing down at you, he faintly pouts at your gesture and guides your face back up.

"you missed," chuckling in response, you prop yourself further to him and steal one more deep, languid kiss for the night. now, he was satisfied.

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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary:  With the Russians gone and Father Hughes dead, you and Arthur can enjoy some romantic moments together, including a proposal. After talking about your future, you both decide to leave Birmingham to build a family away from Small Heath's filth. But that dawning happiness is soon wrecked by Thomas and his plans.

Words: 6k

TW:  tooth-rotting fluff, like really sweet moments, angst, quick allusion to smut, typical canon violence, mention of death penalty, allusions to death by hanging

Notes:

✞ This chapter signs the start of season 4 and, consequently, the end of the first Act of Heaven in Your Eyes. Following this chapter, there will be a two-week pause for the series. Also, parts borrowed from the show are italicized.

✞ The song Heaven sings is a French cover of Bad Guy. You can just click on the French lyrics to open the song and listen to it.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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Arthur let out a long sigh of relief escape from his lips as his body slipped a bit more into the hot and soapy water of the bathtub. The smell of body soap, whose fragrances were those of honey and vanilla, wrapped his mind in a sweet haze. But those pleasant scents were nothing compared to the perfume of your skin his senses could recognize even hidden behind the synthetic ones. Following the last violent and chaotic events of the past few days, this moment of pure relaxation felt like a delightful reward. Everything had happened so fast, in a matter of three days, that none of you really had time to process everything. At least, the worst was behind you.

The oldest Shelby brother was lying in the hot water, his back resting against the bath tube’s edge and your tiny frame snuggled in his arms. You were locked in a tight embrace, with your legs entangled and your bodies firmly pressed against each other. The smile that was etched on your juicy lips widened as the melody of his soft sighs and the water’s lapping lulled you to drowsiness. He looked down to observe you and his mind drifted away. The last time he was in a bathtub with a woman — or with two, to be true — Arthur was snorting a ridiculously dangerous amount of snow and drowning his pain in meaningless sex. It was right after the Peaky Blinders had taken over the Eden’s Club by Tommy’s orders. At this period of his life, Arthur was at his worst and he was still very much ashamed of his past conduct.  All he wanted to do back then was to sabotage himself. And yet, here he was, two years later, in the bathroom of his little house — and not in some shady London clubs —, with God’s favorite seraph all nestled in his arms.  He had come far. A comforting wave of warmth spread in his soul as he watched you, his heart filled with both pride and ecstasy. Arthur, more than anyone else, was aware of how lucky he was to have you. For sure he strongly believed he did not deserve your love, but if there was one thing he knew it was that he would never let you go. Never. His long fingers softly moved aside one wet strand of your ivory hair, slipping it behind your ear.  As he did, he could not help but smile. Life finally made sense to him when he looked at you, half asleep in that bathtub. The truth was, he would go through everything again — the war, the pain, the suicide attempt, the hell of addictions, and the catastrophic wedding — just to hold you like this. Wet lips tasting like honey and whisky gently shook you off your torpor with enamored pecks they sprinkled all over your face. First, it was the corner of your mouth, then your cheeks, and, finally,  your forehead. You lifted your heavy lids and looked up only to be welcomed by his ravishing grin and his piercing blue eyes. Those damn eyes you’d die for.

“Yer a cute sleepyhead, eh.”

“Mmm.” You mumbled, slowly emerging from your sweet drowsiness, “It’s your fault.” You teased with a sleepy voice before gently nibbling his earlobe. The light pressure of your teeth on his flesh caused him to groan in pleasure. His grip strengthened on you, long fingers digging a bit more into your porcelain skin. 

“My fault?” He raised a brow all the while rubbing his clean-shaven cheek against yours in a sign of both affection and arousal.

“You did not let me sleep that much the past few days.” You replied with a gleam of amusement in your eyes. As an answer, Arthur’s hoarse laugh rose up to the ceiling. 

“Can't keep my hands off you eh,” He said with a lower voice before rubbing your nose with his in an adorable bunny kiss. His soft facial hair tickled your skin, causing you to laugh with him, “the urge to make love to you is too fookin irresistible… Ye make me lose me fookin’ mind,” He growled in your ear. You low-key trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt one of his calloused hands trailing up your ribs with a caress as soft as a feather “And speaking about makin’ love…”

“Lord, are you even tired?” A gentle chuckle escaped from your lips. Before he could even react, you stopped him in his tracks and swiftly shifted your body until you sat on his hips and faced him. He looked at you with desire blazing in his eyes and smirked, his mustache slightly lifting as did. 

“Not with you all naked in front of me, love.”  Arthur brought his face closer, but all his lips met was your index finger you had slipped on your mouth to keep him from kissing you.

“I had something else in mind, chéri.”

“Come on, lemme kiss you…”  He complained, the tip of his tongue gently licking your finger in a teasing way. The wet caress sent shivers down your spine but even though you really wanted him, you did not give in to his lust.

“No.” You replied, your smile turning into a sharp grin.

He was about to protest a bit more vividly when you slipped your small hands in his hair and started to massage his head. 

“What are you—“ Arthur opened his eyes wide for a few seconds at the unexpected sensation of your fingertips exerting the perfect pressure on his scalp. And then, the whole traits of his face relaxed in an adorable expression, “Oh. Fuuuck—“  He sighed in ecstasy. Shut off by your touch, Arthur squeezed his lids and slightly parted his lips. Enjoying the way he reacted to your touch, you looked at him with a playful smile but what you saw instead almost break your heart. The expression on his face was indescribable — he looked like a beaten dog who had just discovered what tenderness was after a life of abuse and violence. Arthur let out a shaky moan as he gave in under your fingers like a wounded animal finally finding both the comfort and help it needed for years. 

Your softness. Your love. Your patience... It all felt so good he could have cried. 

Feeling him shivering, you deepened the massage and did your best to relax his poor exhausted body. Indeed, you poured all your love into each of your gestures, hoping your sweetness would sip through the crack of his mind and heal his deepest wounds. And as Arthur melt in your hands, the enchanting melody of your voice filled the room and sent him to paradise.

“Tachée de sang ou d’autre chose, Caché, tu rodes et moi je n’ose Parler, on mets la nuit sur pause Tu te prends pour un autre Des bleus partout sur mes genoux Tais-toi c'est moi qui tient ton cou Cette fois je fais ce que je veux J'ai l'âme coupée en deux.”

His breath slowed down at your hypnotic voice whose tone, feathery and supernatural, hold him in a blissful trance.  Curiously enough, the fact he did not understand French only enhanced the impression he was listening to an otherworldly chant. Arthur buried his face in your bosom, his whole being reacting to your voice with goosebumps and shivers. Every synapse of his brain recalled the first time he had heard you sing in this church, lost in the middle of the night. 

“Toi t'es un gars dur, tu aime avoir l'air sûr Bien blindée ton armure et défoncer des murs Moi je fais peur à ta mère, à tes sœurs J'ai ton père dans l'viseur Et ta go veut que j'meurs Je suis le méchant.”

Your fingers continued their work, massaging his head and petting his wet hair with utter tenderness, all the while you kept singing. You sang and Arthur healed. A smile appeared through dawning tears he was fighting hard against, for he was convinced he just found gold and even a few stars in your voice. 

After the romantic bath, both of you reluctantly left the comforting warmth of each other to dress for the last family reunion. In fact, now that Tommy and Tatiana’s business came to a satisfying end for the two parties, he had organized one ultimate meeting with the Shelbys to give the money he owed them.  He, as well as the rest of the Shelby/Gray house, was well aware that Arthur and you took the decision to leave Birmingham to pursue a quieter life. Surprisingly enough, the idea came from Arthur. He had told you about how he would love to open a garage and fix cars, while you had shared with him your inner desire to live near a forest to remind you of the luxuriant nature of your childhood town. Somehow, the smog of Birmingham never made you feel at home. Nevertheless, none of you wanted to do something without the other’s approbation. You were more than decided to face life as you had always done since you met: together, as a unique and vibrating soul. Yet, contrary to Linda, you had reassured him about the family business. In fact, you made clear that you would stick around if he wanted to. In no way you wished to interfere between your man and his family, as long as the risks for him remain tolerable. But Arthur felt the protective need to take you away from Small Heath’s filth. Moreover, he wished to leave his murderous past behind him and focus on the future — a future that was made of you, a house in the forest, and a little mix of both of you running barefoot in the grass.

You let out a cloud of smoke escaping from your lips. Quietly smoking in the garden of Tommy’s magnificent mansion, you looked at the guests coming and entering the house without wasting the slightest minute. They were all eager to retrieve their due and leave. You could have done the same, but you wanted to enjoy the pleasant and soothing feeling of sun rays caressing your frozen skin before locking yourself up in a room with Tommy Shelby and his never-ending speeches. The sound of a car engine made you look to your right: Polly had just arrived with Michael. The poor lad was still under the shock of Father Hughes’ death by his own hands but did his best not to let it show. However, no one could hide something from the witch you were. You took one quick look at Michael and knew something was off. The tiny flame that was burning in his blue eyes when he first came to Birmingham was now extinguished, blown away by the poison of guilt now running through his veins.

Pol greeted you with a warm smile as she passed by you. She was delighted by your presence, and even more by the fact Arthur and you were about to leave the town. She, as well as John, could only thank you for the good you brought upon the oldest Shelby. Regarding Michael, he only nodded to acknowledge your presence before disappearing into the mansion.

“Aunt Heaven!” A little girl, as beautiful as a rose and with a smile as beaming as the sun itself, suddenly rushed to you. Her little feet were hammering the gravel track, ejecting tiny pebbles each time they hit the ground. You stubbed out your cigarette on a small decorative wall and opened your arms to catch Katie, ready to get tackled with her hug. She snuggled against you as soon as she reached you, “Dad says you’re going to leave. Is it true? Can’t you stay? I really don’t want you to leave you know. Who’s gonna play with me now?”

You chuckled, trying to make sense of Katie’s speech because she had talked in such a chaotic and quick pace you had barely understood one word out of two, “I’m not going that far kitty-Kat, you know,” You leaned over her to lay a sweet kiss on her forehead. She reacted with a silky pout.

“But you’re leaving me!”

“Would you forgive me if I braid your hair?”

“Ohhh yess! Yours are always so beautiful — just like my doll!” 

“Aw thank you, kitty Kat.” You put your hands on her shoulders and made her turn around to start braiding her hair with your skillful fingers. It was something you had always liked to do to your little sister, back in France. After her death, you kept doing so on yourself as a way to keep her alive. Since then, your long white hair were more than often adorned with a huge variety of braids. “We‘ll still see each other. And you’ll spend some holidays with Uncle Arthur and me, right? So that I could teach you to bake delicious pastries for your family.”

“For my family? No way, I’ll learn only to make myself pastries and eat them in front of my stupid brothers! Serves them right to break my pony figure!” The little one blurted out with genuine mischief, letting you rearrange her blonde hair in one long French braid. 

“You’re absolutely right. Oh wait… Stay still, kitty. Can’t braid your hair if ya keep moving like that.” You advised with a caring and patient tone. 

Katie tried to remain quiet, but her wonderful children's mind was buzzing with so many thoughts at once it took only five seconds for her to bombard you with questions again. God knew how she managed to stay more or less still despite her overflooding energy. “Dad says living in the countryside is good for babies. Are you and Uncle Arthur going to have a baby?” She asked out of the blue.  You snort with amusement at her vivacity. Kids and their tact, you thought.

“I’d love to,” 

“When?” She straight off replied.

“That’s quite a difficult thing to know, darling… Let’s just wait for it to happen,” Your fingers were braiding the last strands of hair, “Almost done,” you said —  to be true you were quite proud of the result. Even though Katie was such a beautiful little girl you were not sure if the braid embellished her or if it was the other way round.

“But you are a witch. You know everything. That’s what Dad says.” 

“Seems like your Dad doesn’t know how it works.” 

“And how does it—“

“Katie? Come here, sweetie. Charlies’ nanny is waiting for you!” Esme’s voice called. 

It was all it took for Katie to hug you tight, thank you for the braid, and rush toward her mother. Taking into account the importance of this last meeting, Thomas had asked the household staff to take care of the children and not let them interrupt the adults. You looked at Katie’s little swift silhouette disappearing with the nanny with tenderness in your aquamarine eyes. For sure, you were going to miss John and his kids. 

When she left, your eyes instinctively searched for Arthur. He had just finished talking with John, who had followed his wife inside not without giving you a wink. You would have chuckled at John’s charming and teasing demeanor if you had not noticed a tint of nervousness in Arthur’s body language. Indeed, he was standing in front of the massive door, playing with his fingers and taking repeated quick glances at you before looking at his own feet, all bashful and hesitant. Your protective instincts kicked in, wondering what was wrong.  Finally, he made his way to you with his adorable awkward walk and his arms swinging.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your brows slightly furrowed as you tried to understand the reason behind his anxiety.  Once he had reached you, he grabbed your hips to pull you closer.

“Yeah I’m good, me mind was just — Y’know, just thinking about far too many things at once,” He had barely finished his sentence when he fell silent. 

“Arthur?” 

Arthur’s gaze dived into yours, his steel-blue eyes observing the slightest variations of your irises with a deep focus as if he wished to grasp all the secrets God hid beneath them. He could have stayed like this forever, losing himself in the vastness of the frosted desert that composed your alluring eyes. Yet, he was snatched from his contemplation by the soft sensation of your fingers grazing his cheek.

“What’s the matter, mon amour?”  You reiterated, genuinely worried. 

The wind blew in the garden, making your wild ivory mane dance behind you along with the petals of the flowers that were surrounding your frames. Arthur remained silent and kept staring at you — and as he did, your ethereal beauty mesmerized him and he felt his hesitation vanishing in stardust.

“Listen angel, I gotta tell ye something. I’ve been thinking about the whole matter for a while, and tried my best not to make things go too fast...”, The gravel in his voice was coated with palpable nervousness. Arthur paused, at the edge of freaking out, but rather took another deep breath. He hated himself for struggling so much to express himself. That was why his strong hands abandoned your hips and cupped your face in his slightly moist palms, “It’s just that… I can’t wait any longer.” That being said, the tall gangster laid a shy kiss on your juicy lips —contrasting so much with the way he usually devoured them in bed— and to your greatest surprise, took a few steps back right after.

You blinked in confusion, not quite following what he was trying to say, nor what he wanted to do “What do you mean?” You asked, your body yearning for his touch when he backed off.

Arthur parted his lips to say something but, once again, he could not find the right words to share his overwhelming feelings. Instead, he decided to go for it. With one trembling hand, he took a little something out of his pocket.

“Heaven — I know I am not the most handsome lad in town,” He started, nervously tightening his fist around the object he was holding in his palm, “nor the most mentally stable man you have probably met. To be true, I am quite pathetic… A fookin trash. Can’t believe you accept me as I am” Arthur looked at the ground for a few seconds, ashamed of his whole being. “You’re a young and stunning little lady, and I am an old and broken dog eh,” He sniffed, trying to keep composure, “But I’m a good man, I really am. And that good man wants to be a good husband for you.”

Husband. It echoed in your soul, resonating in your skull. Was it really happening? It could not be what you were thinking about, right? You swallowed the lump in your throat, hung onto his every move and word. 

“I am not perfect —  to be true I’ll probably go back home drunk as fook sometimes and fall on my knees, begging you to save me. Cause you’re the only one that can do that, eh” He chuckled nervously and dived into your eyes. This time he managed to keep eye contact. “but I swear to God I’ll do my best to take care of you and make you the happiest,” Joining actions to his words, Arthur’s free hand took yours. His other one, shaking with anticipation and fear of rejection, processed to slowly slip a shiny gold ring around your finger. Your heart imploded in your tight chest as the cold metal touched your skin, “I don’t want another woman ever again — there’s just you. Only you. So I might not be the best, but you can be sure I’ll remain faithful to you, my Angel… And if you ever doubt my loyalty, I’ll build a fookin’ altar to your beauty and pray on my knees,” He freed your hand from his to let you admire the magnificent ring that was now adorning it. 

You lowered your gaze toward the precious jewel and your whole body shook at the sight of the ring. It was really happening.

“Heaven Lavey… “ He cleared his throat, “Would you marry me?”

“Bloody Hell, Arthur.” You swore, unable to choke your reaction. All your life you told yourself no one would ever want the cursed witch you were. Let alone the murder charges against you. You have walked through this existence all alone, convinced it would never change. Yet you found him — a man who was not only in love with you but who literally worshipped you like a goddess. You looked at Arthur’s face again, your angelic face covered by a veil of utter surprise. You stood silent for a few moments which felt like an eternity to Arthur. His anxiety escalated for he could not survive without you. And when he said that he meant it: your mouth held the power to destroy him with one simple word… “ Of course, I want to marry you,” You finally said as you broke the distance between you with determined steps and almost jumped at his neck to pull him in a furiously enraptured embrace, “No matter what awaits me in this life, good or bad, I don’t want it if you’re not by my side, Arthur Shelby. You make me feel safe. You make me feel… Holy. And I’m not used to that.” 

“Christ!”  He exclaimed, unable to hold his joy any longer, “Come here Miss Shelby!” His hoarse and loud voice boomed in the garden. Not minding the rest of the world, Arthur’s arms wrapped around your waist right before he lifted you from the ground. Laughter escaped from your full lips, as well as tears of happiness breaking at the corner of your eyes, “My Angel, come with me to this meeting — not as me lover but as me fiancee.” 

Your feet met the ground again but your heart was still floating. 

“That’s fine with me.” You replied. Bringing your fingers to your eyes, you quickly wiped the tears away, taking care not to ruin your makeup. When your hand fell back against your hips, Arthur’s slipped his in yours and entangled your fingers together. You exchanged one last look, filled with undying love and hope for the future, before sinking deep into the corridors of the mansion. Here you both walked, unknowingly leaving the eye of the storm.

Not the slightest word came from your tantalizing mouth during the whole reunion. Thomas’ cold demeanor and the few arguments here and there managed to severely undermine the exhilarating joy Arthur’s proposal had brought to you. With one look, you both silently decided to wait for another moment to announce your wedding. As you observe little King Shelby distributing money, his temper short and fallible, a sudden unpleasant feeling broke through your core. It was similar to what you had felt when you had sensed something was going to happen to Charlie, except that the feeling was so intense this time it almost took your breath away. Not understanding where did this sudden unease come from, you clenched your fingers on your own seat and tried to calm down by focusing on Thomas’ speech. However, his words were soon covered by the thundering sound of your beating heart, whose pace had quickened so brutally that your whole ribcage was shaking at each pulse. 

Something was wrong. Definitely wrong. 

Fortunately enough, Pol’s last interjection about a different future for the Shelby company marked the end of that tense family reunion. Following a brief silence, you got up from your chair and put your left hand on one of Arthur’s shoulders. You were about to discreetly ask if you could leave but words remained stuck in your throat: the truth was you did not want to rob him of his family goodbye. So, you simply gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze before stepping back and waiting, even though the unexplainable urge to get out of this house worsened as minutes passed. 

“I’ll be off then, Tom.” He sniffed, “I’ll see you, eh? I’ll see you brother.” 

The humble farewell, sober like the rest of the Shelby’s way to show affection toward each other, pinched your heart. No matter the problems in which they got themselves or the endless arguments, there was love in this family. Broken, awkward, and sometimes violent love, but still. You quietly made your goodbyes too in the background — A nod of the head for Finn, Michael, Esmee, and uncle Charlie. A hug for Ada, Polly, Lizzie, and Curly. You thought you could handle it well until it came to John. Your eyes met his saddened pout, and your self-control break down. A single tear rolled down your cheek for the deep bond you had formed with him rendered the farewell more painful than with the other family members. Without uttering a single word, John pulled you in a bear hug so tight the pressure he exerted on your body was almost uncomfortable, but you could not care less. You gently rub his broad back with your hands and, when the moment to pull away happened, you laid a long kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll miss you, little Angel.” 

“We’ll see each other. I promise.” 

The last thing you did was look away and do your best not to meet his gaze because you know you would probably burst into tears if you did. John religiously followed the same rules, otherwise, he would take you in his arms again and never let you go. Fortunately enough, Arthur’s hand grabbed yours. The warm contact of his skin against yours sent a wave of comfort through your bones — but if it was enough to heal the pain of leaving, it was not to soothe the odd anxiety that was still creeping in your soul. The same anxiety that was screaming at you to leave this damn mansion right now. 

You grabbed the door handle, half reassured by your imminent departure when Tommy’s voice echoed through the office with the violence of a guillotine’s blade on a prisoner’s neck.

“You can go, but you won’t get far, Arthur.”

You froze, your heart missing a beat. In a protective reflex, you turned your head in one vivid movement and looked dagger at Tommy. If your jewel-like eyes could shoot bullets, Thomas Shelby would be lying in a pool of blood, dead and cold. What the hell would he make such a snarky remark to his brother? But the more you stared at him, the more the weight of your unease crushed you.  

Something was happening, you could feel it. Something awful.

“Ah. All right, Tom.” Arthur, not grasping the meaning behind Tommy’s words, brushed off the comment. You were both about to leave the room when another statement clipped your wings.

“I spoke to Moss last night. He told me that the Chief Constable of Birmingham has issued a warrant for your arrest. Murder, sedition, conspiracy to cause explosion.”

The shocking news crossed your body like a lightning bolt burning every inch of your flesh on its way. Stomach twisting, muscle tensing, you brought your hand to your open mouth to cover it.  Arthur blinked in surprise — he had to lean against you for his long legs threatened to collapse at any moment. His whole body started to shake as he realize the awful truth: they were coming to take him away. 

And just like a rain of deadly shooting stars, came the long list of accusations against the rest of the family members, all uttered with a cold and placid tone as if Thomas Shelby was reciting a lesson. Your head brutally spun. You felt nauseous.

“Wait a minute.” Arthur’s gruff voice exclaimed, filled with confusion and boiling anger, “What the hell you’re talking…”  He commented, his hand still in yours though it was the only thing that could ground him — which was the case. 

“And you Heaven… “

You just stared at Tommy with eyes wide open, while the whole world crumbled apart around you. Contrary to Arthur, you did not even shake. Nor you did burst into anger. You were just here, paralyzed by the sound of your dreams and hopes shattering like glass smashed on concrete.

“For the involvement in Hughes’ death and the murder of Simon Conrad, his fellow friend.” 

You let go off Arthur’s hand and took a few steps back, until your back hit the wall behind you, “You’ve sold us…” Your voice was merely a whisper. Your heart skipped another beat in your chest, running a race against the panic that was crashing against you like a rogue wave on a boat’s hull. The only thing that kept you anchored to reality was Arthur’s mad screams.

“You’re my brother!”

“Listen to me, I have made a deal — “

“They’ll hang us!!”

“In return for giving evidence against them.”

“We’ll fucking hang!” 

And then it happened. You snapped out of your lethargic state, brushing off the petrifying anxiety that had turned you to stone. You broke free from the shock and ignited like hellfire. With furious steps, you rushed to the two brothers and pointed to Tommy with one finger, “Toi, espèce de sale traitre -you damn traitor-,” You started in French. Tommy’s empty eyes fell on your tiny frame, doing their best to hide his emotions. The truth was he perfectly understood what you had just said, “Your own fucking family… You know what?” Your face distorted with disgust, “It was not the sapphire Thomas. It was you. It was you all along.” You spat.

Despite Thomas’ neutral demeanor, the flames that lit up his frozen irises left no doubt about the impact of your words. You had hurt him — not only him but his very own soul, to the point you could almost see the ice of his eyes melting. 

“Come here, come here!” Arthur’s powerful hands grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to follow him, “Come on now, we have to run!” The oldest took one last look at his brother, pain, and rage making his steel-blue eyes glisten, “FUCK YOU!” He roared, hitting the door with the palm of his hand.

Indistinct Screaming. Yelling. Chaos.

You had barely exited the office when a police officer grabbed you and shoved you against the nearest wall. Your hand lost its grip on Arthur and, without his contact, frost settled in your heart 

“Arthur!” You screamed. Or at least you thought you did.

“DON’T TOUCH HER! Heaven!” 

Brutally squeezed between the wall and the officer’s body, you still extended one of your arms in a desperate attempt to reach Arthur but it was in vain. When the policeman noticed it, he twisted your wrist behind your back. A whimper of pain escaped from your lips. What happened next you could not tell, for the chaos that swallowed you made everything fade to black. All you could grasp was the sensation of the handcuff metal, as shiny as the golden ring around your finger, biting your skin, and the sound of Arthur’s screams in the faraway distance.

They said until Death do us part, but you had not expected it that soon.

“Careful with this one. She’s put two of my guards into hospital. That bitch’s fucking feral.”

“That’s okay.” A feminine voice replied to the police officer in charge of your cell’s security. 

The sound of the lock echoed in your small cage, soon followed by the metallic creaking of the heavy door that was keeping you from escaping. When the woman entered the cell, she could not help but frown and look at his colleague with genuine confusion. Police Officer Katlyn Wilson, a tall blonde woman with her hair cut short and her face as hard as her heart, had seen a lot throughout her career. But it is evident she did not expect what was awaiting for her in this cell: right in the middle of the room sat a young woman, in her mid-twenties, on the bed. She had a long white mane that cascaded down her lower back. A marvelous mane, dirtied by the cell’s dust and dampness. Kat Wilson shook her head: you could not be the dangerous inmate they called her for. She sighed, staring at your juvenile face. 

“Heaven Lavey.” 

You raised your head when she called your name, your aquamarine eyes burning with hatred. Yet, not the slightest sound came out of your mouth. All you did was stare at the officer.

“I am Kat Wilson, and I am here to bring you to the gallows by order of the crown.” 

“They took my wedding ring.” You cut her off, your voice sounding a bit raspy after days of not talking. Somehow, you did not care about getting hung high — you were not afraid of death. What scared you though was to be alone, far away from Arthur. 

“They did. They told me that was the reason behind your assault on the guards.”

“Only one of them. The other tried to touch me.”

“So you broke his wrist.” She replied straight away.

You fell back into silence, not wanting to talk about the mentioned incident. Officer Kat Wilson shook her head, astounded by the whole situation. As fierce as she was, she took no pleasure in sending a young girl to the rope, no matter the first-degree murder accusations. The tall blonde woman, whose severe traits inspired a natural authority, walk to the bed and sat next to you despite his colleague’s warning. She let out a long sigh and took off a little golden ring from the pocket of her jacket. Your face enlightened when you recognized the jewel.

“Unfortunately, my power vanishes at this prison’s gates. I cannot stop this execution, but I can give back the young bride’s ring.” As she talked, she put the ring in the palm of your hand and watched you close your grip around it. 

“Fine.” You finally whispered as you slipped the jewel around your finger. What else could you do except obey?  Any attempt of rebellion would result in failure. You got up from the bed, standing on your bare feet with all your little height.

So petite but so fierce, she thought. 

“Fine,” Officer Wilson repeated. Gathering all her strength, she handcuffed you with your hands behind your back and, with one unexpectedly strong grip, led you out of the cell and forced you to walk through the long, dark corridors of the prison. 

The sound of the guards’ boots resonated against the stone walls, contrasting with your own silent steps. Even if your heart raced in your chest, you managed to stay calm. Deprived of your man’s comfort, you tried to find your peace in small details:, the cold and smooth surface of the wood under your bare feet, the faint summer breeze coming from an opened window somewhere, the muffled sound of birds' whistles... All of these allowed you to keep a semblance of sanity.

Kat Wilson brought you to the gallows, which was in a dark wooden warehouse. You swallowed at the sight of the noose, slowly swinging from left to right as if every fiber of the rope itself shivered with impatience at the idea of tightening around your soft throat.

You climbed the stairs and each step felt like you were dancing tango on your broken dreams. The dull silence that was hovering above the warehouse was chilling, but you preferred it to the vain prayers of priests. No matter how hard they begged God, you knew your place was down there. Dying was bothering enough, there was no need to sprinkle the process with hypocrisy. A muffled cries came from the other room — they were going to hang another woman at the same time.

Polly, you thought.

When they put the deadly necklace of rope around your neck and narrowed it until its burning texture bit your skin, you inhaled deeply through your nostrils and stared right at Kate Wilson’s eyes. Here you stand, powerful even in your last moments.

Boom. Boom.

The deafening sound of your beating heart played the drums of the fanfare that was already announcing your arrival in Hell. 

“Go ahead.”  You closed your eyes.

You did not cry. You did not beg.

After all, it was always meant to end like this.

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

✞ Gif by the lovely @alicent-targaryen

✞ Each of chapter of this series can be read as stand-alone even though it's far more enjoyable if you have read at least the previous chapter.

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TOP 10 TUMBLR POSTS 2024

1. The Strange Case of Harley and Harleen - 6,261 notes - Oct 24 2024

This post is a quick recommendation for The Strange Case of Harley and Harleen, a graphic novel released this year by DC. We highly praise the positive plurality in the story.

Our first ever 5k+ post and it's attached to a comic we deeply enjoyed. The fact we get notes daily of people discovering this GN and reacting as well to it as we did is a positive thing in our day.

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2. Dissociation and Time Loops - 1,052 notes - Aug 20 2024

A breakdown of how the videogame In Stars and Time depicts the symptoms of Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I shall go out on a limb and say that this is it. Our peak. We may post for many years to come but we will never post anything as good as this. If there is any individual post I'd ever ask people to take the time to read through, this is the one.

Getting insertdisc5's personal approval on the post is simply too big of an honor.

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3. Hypnosis and Dissociative Disorders - 455 notes - Feb 18 2024

A guide to practicing hypnosis with partners who dissociate as part of a mental illness.

At Charmed 2024 there was a Hypno 101 class that taught people to never play with people like us who are on the dissociative spectrum. The slide in that class is in the article. We wrote a rebuttal and a safety guide. One of our better posts and I'm glad so many people responded positively to it.

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4. Self-Spoken Hypnosis Suggestion - 427 notes - May 4 2024

A hypnohorny post based on something I did with Sleepyhead a few years back.

Look. Every now and again we kinkpost and it hits a chord. It's low effort and kind of unfulfilling to us when one of these catch on, which is why we don't do it as often. I kind of feel embarrassed when this one hits our Activity feed.

That all said it's a fun idea and we had fun implementing it IRL.

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5. Queer Theory in We Know and Devil and Heaven Will Be Mine - 358 notes - Sep 19 2024

A brief discussion of the queer theory in We Know The Devil and Heaven Will Be Mine.

A friend got us addicted to Heaven Will Be Mine and this post is a collection of our emotions about the way each game depicts the journey of coming out as LGBT and then how to handle the politics of living in a world that cannot accept you for who and what you are.

It's a good post and I enjoy it.

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6. An Asexual Teasing Post - 322 notes - Jan 28 2024

Another hypnoporny post.

I do enjoy this one. As an asexual I like it when I have a notable impact on a partner, knowing that their emotions are all I desire in exchange. I drink upon reactions and intimacy in a way that is simply amplified by our lack of physical intimacy. I'm glad it caught on.

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7. A Jenny Nicholson Shitpost - 273 notes - May 21 2024

A Jenny Nicholson shitpost.

I like Six Flags. I also like the idea of theme parks and am sad that Disney are cost cutting their way out of being themed. Once you remove the spectacle and immersion you just have fairground rides and gift shops.

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8. Furudo Erika and Trust (Umineko) - 244 notes - Sep 20 2024

A post about Furudo Erika from Umineko.

I am a little sad that neither of my Media, Myself & I posts about Umineko were as popular as this one but I stand by it all the same. Erika represents the type of person who refuses to engage with a fiction and if you've ever DM'd at a tabletop session then you know how terrifying that lack of "love" or trust is.

Erika is the worst. I love her.

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9. Legitimacy vs Selection Bias in Hypnosis - 229 notes - Apr 25 2024

A little essay about Legitimacy and Selection Bias in the hypnosis community.

We have an issue in the hypnosis sphere where certain people end up teaching the material that they learned from the same people and it leads to some biases leaking in. For instance, Wiseguy who wrote the most popular book on Hypnokink, hates Progressive Muscle Relaxation and thus the meme of PMR being boring and ineffective is all but taught as a fact. This essay was in response to a podcast where all 3 presenters scoffed at the academic side of hypnosis which is our bread and butter and it's more a call for diversity in the community than anything else. There is a lot of fascinating discussion in the comments.

Note that though we consider ourselves a peer to the people involved in the conversation, including the podcast that inspired the post, we are hoping for diverse voices to get the time and attention on stage with us. We're firmly of the belief that the old guard need to start letting the new guard take over and explore outside our bounds. I've seen the kids. They're alright. Even if they're going in directions that do not match our experience.

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10. What Attracts People to Hypnokink? - 228 notes - Jan 8 2024

A little curiosity and wonder at what attracts people to hypnosis.

What it says on the tin, pretty much. I'm fascinated by all the different angles people approach hypnokink from and what it is that makes it lively for their experience. As Cammie's tags say "not wearing our expert cap for this one"

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Died In My Sleep (Eren x Reader)

WARNING - NOT PROOF READ

WORDS - 369

In a perfect world there you are, living your best life with him by your side. He often takes himself to that place when he’s stressed, in this world he's in your arms; you are warm as well as proud of him and he’s no longer cold and alone.

If he was granted access to a Heaven that doesn’t exist it would have been a place where you would stay with him. You were there and as alive as you can be. You two would live as close as you could to a beach that wasn’t littered with warships, the air is salty and Eren is finally home. 

Eren can only wish for Heaven to exist, every night before he goes to bed he prays to a God that isn’t Ymir in hopes you are there waiting for him, welcoming him with open arms with Carla by your side. 

When he wakes up he’s still in the hospital in Marley, D-Day inching closer and closer each day. At this point the days blur for Eren, the days are dull and the only significant point is talking to the young boy named Falco. 

But when the day’s done, when he’s no longer feeding Falco his plans in discreet ways, he dreams of you. He dreams of what should’ve been, what could’ve been Heaven.

If it was his choice he would sleep for eternity, he would sleep till the world ended in a way that wasn’t going to be his fault, and even then he would still try to sleep more to remain in those warm arms of yours. It’s been years since your passing but to avoid forgetting your voice he always remembers your hums, you hummed while you cooked, cleaned, and simply for fun. You enjoyed music and even wrote your own, you would hum your melodies to him that you would’ve turned into songs for people to enjoy had you owned an instrument of your own. 

Each morning before he wakes up you hum your last melody to him, and there he was alone in that lonely and cold room. And his heart breaks more and more each time. 

“Please don’t wake me up.”

This was inspired by the song Sleepyhead by Jutes, I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you guys like it too. I love writing for Eren sm he's my biggest obsession right now.

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Digital Circus Incorrect Quotes

(Y/N) after stitching Ragatha after a encounter with an abstracted, fixing up Gangle's mask for the hundredth time, scolding Jax for bullying Pomni, calming down said Jester from her panic attack, helping Kinger with his pillow fort and finding and reattaching Zooble's body parts - "This isn't a circus, this is a goddamn daycare!"

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Kinger - What does "taking out" mean?

Gangle- Food

Ragatha- Dating

(Y/N) - Murder

Jax - Can be all three if you aren't a little p*!#y

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Caine - Welcome to applebees, would you like the apples or bees?

(Y/N) - Bees?

Caine - THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!!

(Y/N) - Wait hold on-!

Bubble - *Floating in carrying a jar of bees in his mouth* BEES!!!!!

(Y/N) - WAIT!!

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Pomni - Did I die?

Pomni, See's (Y/N) and Ragatha asleep on both her sides - Is this heaven?

Jax, knocking on the door - Wake up sleepyheads, Caine is also here to open this door incase you don't

Pomni - Oh god I am in hell

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Bubble, motioning at the other performers - Are they bothering you?

(Y/N) - Yes but I decided to stay sane for years so I kinda signed up for this

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Ragatha - What should I get for Pomni's birthday?

Jax and (Y/N) - Medication

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Jax - You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled Gangle and Kinger out of the water!

(Y/N) - Let's also not forget who pushed them in.