#about how it will affect your 'opportunities'

[geneviveleocardius]

some husband material headcanons with simon riley

late-night garage dances are his quiet way of loving you. when the house is quiet and you’re both waiting for your daughter to get home from a party, he’ll pull you into a slow dance. he doesn’t say much, just rests his chin on your head as the two of you sway to soft music in the dim light.

if you’re too tired to shower, he’ll gently coax you into letting him wash your hair. his hands are rough but so careful, massaging your scalp in a way that makes your shoulders relax instantly.

when you’re at the beach, you trace your name on his back with sunscreen, leaving the rest bare. later, when the tan sets in and your name is etched on his skin, he looks at it in the mirror and smirks. he loves the quiet claim you have on him, even if he pretends to roll his eyes when you point it out.

simon takes his time applying sunscreen to you at the beach, even though he could be quick about it. he’s meticulous, rubbing it in gently over your shoulders and back, making sure you don’t miss a spot. “can’t have you burning, love,” he says softly. he always uses it as an excuse to trail his fingers along your skin, a subtle moment of affection.

he’s big on touch, even if he doesn’t always initiate it. his favorite moments are when you lay your head on his chest at night and trace the scars on his arms. he doesn’t always talk about them, but he likes the way you don’t shy away from them either.

he’s the kind of dad who stays up until he hears the door click after a late night out. he’ll mutter about the time under his breath, but he softens immediately when your daughter leans in to give him a quick hug before heading to bed.

if he hears you sigh in frustration while cooking or doing something around the house, he’ll quietly walk over, take whatever you’re holding, and finish the job without a word.

he doesn’t say it often, but he loves being domestic with you. folding laundry, fixing things around the house, or even grocery shopping together is calming for him.

simon keeps a picture of the two of you tucked in his wallet—a candid photo of you laughing. when he’s away, he takes it out to remind himself what’s waiting for him back home.

he’ll let you put ridiculous face masks on him during a lazy evening, even though he grumbles about it. “this better not make me smell like a bloody fruit salad,” he mutters, but he stays still for you.

he’s terrible at hiding his smile when he hears you laugh. even in the most mundane moments, your happiness is his favorite sound.

sometimes, he’ll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and sway you gently to a song only he can hear.

if your child ever talks back to you or says something disrespectful, simon doesn’t let it slide for a second. his voice is calm but firm as he says, “that’s your mum you’re speaking to. apologize—now.” he rarely raises his voice, but the weight behind his words is enough to make them realize they’ve crossed a line. later, he’ll sit down with them, explaining why respect is non-negotiable. “she does everything for us. you don’t ever treat her like that, understood?”

when you have surgery, simon steps into full caregiver mode, even though it’s not something he’s entirely used to. he carefully helps you into the bath, always making sure you’re comfortable and secure. his touch is gentle as he washes you, murmuring, “tell me if anything hurts.”

he dries your hair after the bath, combing it slowly so it doesn’t tangle. “you’re still as gorgeous as ever,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

he insists on carrying you to bed, even if you tell him you can walk. “don’t argue with me, love. you’re meant to rest.” he tucks you in, makes sure you have everything you need, and stays close by in case you need him during the night.

simon takes every opportunity to teach your child the importance of kindness, especially toward you. he models this by being gentle with you, always showing them how love and respect are expressed.

he’s a firm dad, but never unfair. when he has to scold your child, he always makes sure they understand why their behavior was wrong, but he’s quick to reassure them that he loves them no matter what.

during your recovery from surgery, simon takes over all the household duties. he’s not a great cook, but he’ll follow recipes to the letter to make sure you’re well-fed. when something doesn’t turn out quite right, he mutters, “bloody hell,” but doesn’t stop trying.

[fishnapple]

12 months forecast for your 2025

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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WILLOW

January: You will start the year with planning and preparation for the months ahead. You have the resources and opportunities to make whatever plan you're having into a reality. The year starts bountifully, you might receive some money or see your financial situation getting better.

February: Lots of gatherings, family, friends, colleagues. This will be a social month for you. You will meet, work with, and care for many people. Family responsibilities could be the focus of this month. Home decoration or cleaning will be the idea you entertain.

March: Continuing from February, you will need to take steady steps this month. Things might move slowly for you. Consider things carefully before making a decision, especially one involving finance, health, family or your living space. You will want to work hard, to get over the grind, steady wins the race.

April: It seems your effort of the previous months will finally reach a conclusion. Maybe a project will end and now you can celebrate and relax more. This month will also be about socialising, but of the celebratory kind, you might go to a fair, a concert or somewhere with lots of people to have fun.

May: As you relax more into May, your emotional space will also expand and be more open. Leaving the door open to let more opportunities for connecting come in. A new bud of attraction will be there. You feel that you're ready to give and receive love and affection.

June: The bud of attraction will bloom in this month, you will meet a person that you find very compatible with you, or you will have the opportunity to get to know someone on a deeper level and feel a new attraction towards them. For some of you, a connection will take the next step, commitment will be offered.

July: Summer will be a joyful period for you. You will feel very inspired this month and begin to envision more plans for the future. You're excited to start, but this month should be spent for building a picture in your mind about the things you want to do with careful details rather than jumping straight into action.

August: This is when you need to start putting your plan into action. This will be a prime time for you to build more structure in your life, take more control and be more responsible, you might also be put in the position of authority or be the one who makes major decisions. You will need to be firm and stay clear headed, because someone or something will create a distraction for you.

September: The result of your actions in the previous month will show itself in this month. It will feel like a reward. You will feel emboldened to do many things that you've been shy to do. Life seems much more lively and colourful for you. You could hear some joyful news or you just feel generally in good spirit.

October: As the months get colder, your spirit will also cool down a little bit. Maybe the good news of September will now make you feel doubtful, you need to reconsider some choices. You could have a tense situation with someone and you don't know how to solve it successfully, it seems whatever you do, the outcome would be the same, so you will hold off making a move in this period.

November: You will become much clearer headed in decisive. You might lean on your rational side more when it comes to approaching situations. You will think you need to cut something out of your life. It might not feel good, but it's necessary. Someone will act a little cold or less emotional, they will judge the actions of other people. This person could be you, but I feel it's likely someone else, they might be older than you.

December: The way you act in November will help make this month more light for you. You will be in good spirit again, ready for a new year, with many things you want to execute. I see many hangouts with friends. You will have the opportunity to freely share your feelings and what you've been looking forward to. I also see a concert, lots of singing and talking.

ROSE

January: New year will mark a new transition for you. The cold weather will leave you feeling a little chilly inside. You might have to give up or change something that you've been familiar with for so long. But you realise that it no longer serves your growth, so you want to change. Travel could be possible for some of you, to go on a trip to heal or to get away from the stress you've been feeling.

February: You will feel a little uncertain about the change you made in January, you feel like you're going blind into an unknown future. But the freedom of endless possibilities entice you to keep going. You might find yourself suddenly being interested in a new project, a new hobby, or anything new, really. Some people will be there to welcome you to the new stage of your life.

March: The feeling of uncertainty still lingers, if not even more heavy than before. You keep being distracted by all the things going around you, your mind is unclear in this month, being too occupied by mundane tasks and respite. You will feel like there's not a moment of rest for you, that you're stuck in this endless cycle.

April: You will have more time to clear your mind and think things through carefully. You're unstuck and will now put on your thinking cap to strategise. A new information will arrive to help you. Every puzzle piece will fall into place, you will know what you need to do. This is the best time to make a decision or to start learning something.

May: You will make slow progress this month, but the faith has been restored, you now have solid goals that you will be working towards, no matter how slow it it. Avoid the urge to compare, just focus on your current work.

June: Help and support will come to you. You're not alone in your journey. A woman or someone with motherly qualities will help you. Children might be around. Also, you need to take care of your stomach and be mindful of what you take into your body.

July: I wonder if the person who appears in June will be someone whom you feel attracted to. You're a lot more inspired and joyful this month, like a new creative energy is blooming. Making yourself appear attractive to that person or just people in general.

August: There are several possibilities here. One is that you will get to see the results of your hard work and actions of the previous months. The other is that you will want to consider returning the favour. If there is something unresolved between you and another person, you will likely want to solve that unfinished business this month. The thought about commitment will also be heavy on your mind.

September: Whatever action you choose to take in August, it will have a positive effect on this month. You will feel fulfilled and happy. Maybe you will establish a more solid connection with the person you're attracted to. There could be a trip to somewhere with lots of water.

October: If you decide to commit to someone, this will be the topic of gossip for some people. Also, your work and what you're doing will be scrutinised. Don't let people's words get to you.

November: There could be a conflict this month. Either with the people who don't have great opinions about your life or an inner conflict. You want to do many things, but they all require your time and effort, so you will need to prioritise more.

December: A surprise or a secret awaits you this month. You could be aware of it through your own detective work or through divination. If an elderly woman gives you some guidance and advice, you should listen to her.

DOLPHIN

January: You might not start the new year with much of a celebratory mood. Someone might do you wrong, and you feel really stuck in the feeling of hurt and fear. You feel like you have the worst luck and need to be wary of the people around you.

February: But you will recover from this month, a new day has arrived. You no longer feel stuck anymore, you will slowly gain back your confidence. You will snap out of the blaming mode and start to take care of yourself more.

March: In an effort to turn the wheel, you might bite more than you can chew in this month. Avoid taking on many things at once. If you feel it's too much, best to ask for help. Don't be in a hurry and running when you're holding something.

April: The busy mood of the previous month will prompt you to take up learning management skills or skills that help you be more efficient.

May: Beware that someone might go behind your back, or try to trick you when you leave the door open. Selfish motives are there. You will want to be more discreet and not disclose your plans to people too openly. Some actions are best taken silently. Also, there can be a bad influence from someone, even if they are not intentional, you need to examine what you're doing with them is truly good for you or not.

June: A success or happy story will inspire you to make changes. You want to learn from examples, but you feel like you still have a long way to go. Be in nature will inspire you more.

July: You will be more relaxed and do things at a more leisurely pace this month. Though generally feeling good, you might be putting off making some major decisions, wanting to just enjoy the present moment.

August: Now the decisions can't be put off any longer. You will have to make a choice. The choice might be related to an emotional matter. It's not a heavy choice, and you're calm. You can listen to other's takes but don't take them to heart too deeply. It's important that you make this choice yourself.

September: You will decide to be bold in this month. Ready to offer your affection. You could start a new friendship or enjoy talking to someone more this month. Companionship is the highlight.

October: Festive feeling. You will feel more connected to people in general and want to go out more. Picnics, camping, and parties are around the corner. You will also feel the urge to join a community, a different world from your usual interactions. The community could be about shared interest, you will feel that you really belong there.

November: A new opportunity for financial gain or career achievement is there. It may be something you've been eyeing for a while but feel too unprepared for. But in this month, you will feel just right, that you're capable of more. Cooking and eating will bring a lot of joy to you.

December: You are finally able to grasp what you wished for and more. This chance is fleeting and doesn't come often, so be sure to keep your eyes open and catch it. You will also feel more playful and adventurous, so take good care of your health to enjoy this moment.

CORAL

January: Someone will be there to support you, they're generous and very warm. When you feel uncertain and frail, they will give you the right dose of affection that will get your strength back. In turn, when you see people who are in the same difficult situation as yours, you will want to act similar to that supportive person.

February: You will get inspired by the person from January and want to emulate their way of living. You look up to this person and want to chart your life in the same direction as theirs. This month will be a crucial step that can determine the course of the following months for you.

March: You will look around to see what you're lacking, what needs to be improved, what you have, what you can offer. Though you feel that you're not yet at a comfortable level, you're hopeful. You might embark on a new journey in this month with a mentality of a student, still have many things to learn.

April: Whatever you're doing, some people will not react kindly to that. You might face ridicule or outright bullying behaviour. Being timid and silent won't help you in this case, you're asked to stand up for yourself more.

May: Either you're fed up and start to come to your power, or someone with more power will intervene and protect you. Their energy is very soft yet protective. You're safe with them. Similarly, you will want to nurture a softer side of yours, let your ideas feel safe enough to run freely.

June: This will be a busy month for you. You have so many things you want to do and are asked of. Proper planning is needed if you don't want to see everything stays in WIP status. Also, be mindful and focused when you're driving and travelling to avoid any accidents. Don't put yourself in a hurry mode.

July: It seems the effort you spent in the previous month won't be paid off well in this month, you feel like you've wasted a lot of time and effort only to see things crumble. Which begs the question, is your foundation solid? Think carefully about what you invest in. Also, pay attention to your living space to avoid leaks, floods, or appliances malfunctioning.

August: Another busy month, this time, you will start to learn to balance things more, you will still do many things at once but you're getting the hang of it and be more skilful, make sure to surround yourself with supportive people. You still need to be careful when travelling, though.

September: You seem to have mastered the art of balancing. You're extra patient this month and willing to take a slower and more sustainable approach. You will also care more about your overall health and want to cut out unhealthy habits. Green juice and nature will do wonders for you in this period. Avoid any excessive behaviour, whether it's in the name of health, betterment, or work.

October: I see a potential lover on the horizon, or someone who can work with you effortlessly, a match for you, whether it's a romantic, platonic, or professional connection. You will want to adorn yourself more beautifully, pay attention to the beauty surrounding you. Rose and butterfly might be symbolic.

November: If the person you meet in October is a romantic potential, you might have some competition there. Also, you will feel a little conflicted about them, like you're not sure what exactly your intention is, or you have so many things you want to do that it's hard to organise the schedule.

December: I see that you will stay home a lot in this month, or prefer to be in solitude, which is probably what you need. To gather your thoughts and do some soul searching. You might want to search for new reading materials. Don't stay up late too much.

[hexite-dissolving]

snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin'

Gift for @weltraum-vaquero ! Jayce Talis x GN!Reader Summary: Does Jayce like the winter? No. But will that stop him from taking advantage of its holiday traditions to steal a few extra kisses? Absolutely not. Word Count: 1,042 Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Mistletoe, I'm feeling ✨festive✨, My First Arcane Fic, the title is from the xmas version of nonsense by sabrina carpenter but shhhh y'all don't see that, Jayce is a Sweetheart, Jayce Talis is a lover boy SFW

Jayce doesn’t like the winter, a fact you became aware of rather quickly when you first got to know him. After narrowly avoiding death as a child at winter’s hands, he can’t stand this time of year- not to mention all the sickness floating around and the textural nightmare of bundling up to go outside. You can’t blame him, you aren’t the fondest of it either, which is why you take so many extra measures to ensure he stays comfy cozy until spring returns with its warmth. Despite his hatred for the gloomy cold months, though, is how much he enjoys the season’s holidays and festivities. Jayce adores bringing you home to his mother, or joining you and your loved ones for dinner and exchanging gifts. 

Jayce has so much love for the people in his life it is hard to keep it in, so you suppose that the holidays are just a convenient excuse for him to shower you in affection- or ask for it. 

His favorite excuse by far was mistletoe. Any opportunity to kiss you was one he’d take, and during the holiday season there were just too many to pass up. Every outing took nearly twice as long because Jayce would pull you under every sprig you came across for a kiss. 

The scent of something herbal and fresh greeted you as you opened the door to  the sight of your beloved. It wasn’t uncommon to see him waiting for you to return home if he wasn’t caught up in the lab- in fact it was strange for him not to. But there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you shucked off your coat that immediately made you suspicious. 

“What's with the look, hm?” you ask, toeing off your boots and scooting them next to his with your foot. 

Jayce grins in a way that only serves to strengthen your suspicion. He’s definitely up to something. “What look?” 

“You know what I mean.” 

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’ve got no clue what you’re talking about, babe. Oh- you should look up, by the way.” He barely contains a boyish giggle as he directs you, one that makes your heart swell. 

Curious as to what it is he’s set up, you do, and see a cluster of mistletoe taped to the lightswitch dangling over your head. That must have been what you smelled when you walked in. When you pull it down to take a whiff, sure enough, it’s exactly that. You look back over to Jayce, who looks awfully proud of himself, as you set it down on the table next to your keys.

“C’mere, pretty boy,” you beckon, curling your finger in a come hither motion. 

He scurries forward like an excited puppy and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a dizzying kiss. Warm, soft, sweet like the rest of him, and just as desperate too, like he’ll never get to kiss you again. He melts into you when you tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. Every hum and sigh reignites the blaze in your chest, and it isn’t until your lungs begin to burn that you pull away. He smiles, winded, and leans in to pepper your face and neck in more of his affections. 

“Miss me much?” you joke, but you already know the answer. 

His voice is honey-sweet muffled against your neck. “Always.” 

When he finally breaks away, the two of you settle into your normal evening routines. You tell each other about your day, prepare for dinner, and you fondly listen as he recounts the progress he and Viktor made today with hextech. A while after dinner, your stomachs full and warm, you lay with Jayce’s head in your lap while you read, combing your fingers through his hair. He turns into your stomach and weaves his arms around you, and what you thought was just him getting comfortable turns into something else when you feel his hand rooting around behind you. You cock an eyebrow as his hand slips between the cushions supporting your back. 

He rolls over, gazing up at you and producing yet another cluster of leaves and red ribbon, dangling it between your eyes. The playful grin he’s sporting makes your heart stutter in its tracks. Good gods, he’s so precious it may actually kill you.   

“Really?” You can’t stop the snorting laughter that escapes your lips. You lean down and peck his lips, savoring how he chases after you when you pull back. “You’re pretty needy tonight, puppy. What’s next, am I gonna find some in your pants too?”

Jayce’s eyes widen as his cheeks dust red. Cute. He coughs into his free hand before he collects himself, and gives you a coy smile. The same one he always whips out when he wants something, but won’t outright ask you for it for one reason or another. “I mean, you can find out for yourself. You know, if you want to.”

You grant him another small smooch, drifting your hand down his chest and stomach, toying with the hem of his shirt. His breath hitches against your lips, and you retract from him like the cruel lover you are. “Later, baby.”

He whines, and you almost go back on your word right then and there.  

The exhaustion of the day you’d had finally slams into you as you cross the threshold of your shared bedroom at some late hour of night. You collapse into bed with a sigh, burrowing into the soft blankets like a cozy ferret. Jayce follows suit, nice and toasty when he snuggles up beside you. He calls your name softly, pulling you out of sleep’s slowly strengthening hold. He taps the headboard with a shit eating grin. You crane your head up to look behind you- lo and behold, one last mistletoe is tied around the wooden bedpost. You snicker softly and lean over him, your breath ghosting over his lips. 

“My god, you are insatiable, y'know that?” You nuzzle into the strong palm cupping your jaw, pressing your lips to the calloused skin. 

“You love it, though.”

You close the distance between you, the stressors of your day and the late December chill outside long forgotten.

[earlgreylatte]

hi can you make some headcanons about yandere green lanterns sharing a darling? (maybe some nsfw?) love your work!

Sharing is Caring

(Yandere Green Lanterns x Blue Lantern Reader) What would you even be without them?

When you became a Blue Lantern, you were whisked away to Odym, where you were fully initiated into the corps and entrusted with the the ring of hope. You’re not fully sure why you were chosen, but the opportunity was too good not to seize, especially seeing how beautiful Odym was. Maybe you were a bit self serving for a Blue Lantern, but the promise of adventure and sights unknown to the rest of humanity were more than enough to motivate you.

Of course, you quickly came to realize the cons that came with the job after you were ambushed by actual intergalactic mercenaries and were only able to use your ring to act defensively, until Hal Jordan shows up to rescue you. You’d never forget that moment for many reasons. It was the first time you truly thought you would die. It was also the first time you felt so assured and powerful at the Green Lantern’s appearance. With him around, you were truly strong.

And it looked like neither of you were in a rush to leave each other’s company. Hal was charming, offering to show a fellow Earthling the do’s and don’ts of space travel, regaling you with tales of his journey thus far, pulling more than a few laughs out of you. And you felt safe near him, at peace, even. Maybe you were a bit clingy due to the uncertainty of your surroundings, but Hal certainly didn’t mind, keeping a grip on your hand, to keep you steady as you two fly. Or at least that’s the reason he cited.

Hal was more than willing to let you tag along, showing you his favourite planets to visit, and praising you for your help with his own duties. You felt useful next to him. You liked when he would shoot you an easy grin, ruffling your hair after a job done well.

You meet Kyle soon after, running into him at some pub Hal liked to frequent. He seemed entranced with the mere sight of you until Hal pushes down on his head.

Kyle is nice, if not a bit quiet at first, staring at you with an intensity that had you pressing yourself against Hal in an attempt to hide. Hal laughs it off, saying Kyle is an artist.

You wonder if all artists seem so…sad. Maybe it was a result of your ring, but you could sense a certain grief in him.

So it feels right when you cradle his face in your hands, as carefully as you can, hoping your ring is able to emit the comfort you want to give him. Something that soothes the loneliness that’s so apparent.

When Hal is called back to Oa, Kyle insists he can watch over you and continue your adventure. Hal begrudgingly agrees, pulling you into an embrace as he gently kisses the skin under your eye, promising to be back before you know it.

While Hal always kept an arm slung over you or locked hands with you, Kyle seemed more hesitant, simply hovering over you, eyeing anyone that even steps in your vicinity, only touching you to steer you in a certain direction.

It isn’t until you settle in a shared room provided by the kingdom of a planet where you both worked as diplomats that he grows more confident and open in his affection. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your body towards his, he teases you, asking if Hal ever got to share a bed with you, if anyone’s been this close to you before.

You meet Guy at his bar, Warriors, on Oa, being shown around by Hal and Kyle, both men pressing themselves against either side of your body as you enter. Guy almost instantly flirts with you in his usual self assured manner, softening at your wide eyed look. He compares you to Bambi, with your doe eyed look and hesitant steps. When Hal lightly jabs at him for already having a soft spot for you, he only confirms it, sending you a wink. He promises he’ll come up with a menu item named after you.

Although despite his quick fondness for you, he is after all Guy Gardner, always stepping into your space without care, manhandling you with a cocky grin, and more than willing to cuss out anyone that looks at you too long.

You meet John and Jessica soon after, both pitying you for having to be stuck with their more abrasive members. John takes it upon himself to check on you, making sure you’re not too overwhelmed while Jessica finds herself quickly growing attached, pressing you against her side and asking all kinds of questions about your interests, your childhood, your life on Earth, and so on.

All of them become much more protective when you and Saint Walker become the only ones that escape the destruction of the corps, with the latter giving up his ring. Kyle, who rescued you, takes you to discuss with the other Green Lanterns on whether you should keep the ring or not, before deciding the best place for you would be by their sides. And that anyone that came after you would most definitely regret it.

You’re never alone after that, a Lantern always pressed against you, whether you’re on Earth or not. Anyone that even approaches you is interrogated, and any threat is quickly taken care of.

You find your duties becoming less of you devoting yourself to the universe’s welfare and acting more as a personal cuddle buddy, always wrapped in the arms of one of them, as you sit perched on their laps.

If you try to bring this to their attention, they’ll only smile at you, patiently explaining that you’re utterly helpless without them and there are so many beings out there that would harm you in horrible ways just to get to them. Before you know it, Hal has you tucked in his bed, saying he’ll be back after he takes care of something. You’re quite literally warming his sheets.

Eventually, they grow bolder, locking lips with you at any chance, letting their hands run down your body, pinching and prodding, as they kissed and nipped at your neck.

They like taking care of you, so it’s pretty common to find yourself in Hal’s lap as Kyle presses his mouth against your sex, licking and sucking until you’re near tears.

Or for Guy to have you on your knees as he coos at how cute you are, looking up at him as you choke at his size.

And John bending you over when you ask to train, insisting you need to build up your endurance to keep up with them.

And you find yourself okay with this. Helping them in any way you can, whether it’s giving their rings a boost or letting them enjoy your warmth. You’re undeniably doing good, even when it’s just you letting them rut into you as they groan and praise you for being so good, their little Blue Lantern to love and dote on.

Blue Lantern Reader having to be bottom of the group to maintain peace LMAOO

Uhh rip to the other lanterns I did not include, my bad…

Let me give anon a kiss on the forehead for this request, you did good💙

Masterlist

[pacifymebby]

hello! Long time reader first time ask.

perhaps a peaky blinder boys x reader whose love language is bitting?

-🧛‍♀️ anon

(If emoji anons are allowed of course❤️)

Hello I absolutely love this because biting is definitely one of my love languages haha

Warnings: lots of fluff in this but it does get NSFW in places, mentions of blood in Arthurs.

Tommy

🌿 Is not at all surprised when you bite him for the first time, he's so sharp an observer of people and their habits that before you were even particularly close he had been able to tell you were a "biter"

🌿 And he couldn't help but feel a little more drawn to you for it... He would find himself watching you, your smile, the way you bite your lip or your thumb when you're concentrating, the way you're so often biting your thumb or finger when he catches you looking at him...

🌿 And he's measuring his worth based on how long it takes for you to finally drop your guard and sink your teeth into his shoulder or neck when you're cuddled against him...

🌿 The man is quietly tortured waiting for it to happen because he knows that it's your love language, he just Knows it, and he needs you to do it to him so that he knows you really love him... The man is desperate...

🌿 He gets a little bit hopeful every time you nuzzle into him... Every time you kiss his shoulder or his hand when he's cupping your cheek...

🌿 In fact he gives you every opportunity to, always guiding your head to the crook of his neck when you're hugging, always letting his fingers and thumbs stray a little close to your mouth... Inviting you to sink your teeth into him...

🌿 But you know what Tommy is like, he'll never out and out ask you, he wants you to do it without thinking, so instinctively...so he knows it's real... If he asks you he'll never quite be sure that you're doing it because you love him,or because the trust is there, he'll always be left wondering whether you're simply obliging his request...

🌿 So he has to be patient, and contrary to common belief Tommy is sometimes capable of patience... Especially when it comes to things like this, slow, careful things. Slowly, delicately chipping away at your composure, your self conscious outer shell that stops you reacting instinctively to his affections... For a long time he can tell you're holding back...

🌿 And then when it finally happens he's surprised, because you drop your guard seemingly out of nowhere, coming up behind him at the foot of the bed one morning when he's trying to fix the cuffs on his unbuttoned shirt. Your arms wrap around his waist and you stand on your tiptoes nuzzling into his neck... You catch yourself by surprise too, thinking you're only going to give him a little goodbye kiss...

🌿 But instead your first shy kiss skims his jaw only to be followed by another, this one pressed to the vein in his neck. And then you smile, a toothy smile into his shoulder and his heartbeat begins to pick up as he realises what's about to happen.

🌿 your teeth hover over his neck, he can feel the warmth of your breath as you think about it, almost getting shy... And then you graze your teeth over his skin, such a hesitant gentle drag... He wonders if perhaps you're going to shy away even now, his breath caught in his throat.

🌿 And then when you sink your teeth into him, your delicate bite sends a wash of relief through his body, warmth radiating through him from the delicate spot on his neck where you hold a little bit of him between your teeth.

🌿 "That's an interesting way of saying good morning angel..." He teases you as he turns around to kiss you. You're blushing and he realises then that you might take his teasing to be a scolding... That you might never bite him like that again. So he quickly adds, "not a complaint..."

🌿 He seriously loves it! The first time you bite him like that his heart soars... It's a silly thing to be quite so obsessed with and he knows it, but he finally feels secure in your affections when you do this, sees this as you finally trusting him enough to reveal yourself to him... He's not wrong either, it takes a little time for you to feel comfortable enough to want to sink your teeth into someone and you certainly don't waste your affection on just anyone... It takes a specific kind of nurture to make you feel comfortable enough to bite like that, and so when you do, and can see Tommy likes it, is happy for you to nibble on his shoulder like that, well your heart soars too. You get this toothy grin on your face and giggle and then immediately go to do it again.

🌿 From then on you bite more and more regularly, mostly just soft little nips when you want more attention than he's giving you... When he's sitting in his armchair with you in his lap, more focussed on the book he's reading than you... When you're out walking and you want to stop and be kissed at the side of the path... When you're first waking up in the morning and you're all sleepy and bursting with affection for him...

🌿 He loves how you nibble on his bottom lip when you're kissing, how you'll nuzzle into his neck peppering kisses over his skin and then graze your teeth along his pulse before drawing a little of him into your mouth... He loves the possessive nature of your bites, likes to feel as though you're laying some kind of claim on him.

🌿 He doesn't bite you back however because he's scared of hurting or marking you like that, he doesn't want to bruise you and he gets such a possessive urge inside him when he's with you that he's sure he would lose control and bite you too hard... He also likes that it's your little quirk, something you alone do to him alone. He has his own way of showing you affection and sees your biting as girlish and sweet. Not something he'd mirror.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie loves your little vampiric habit, he just loves it...

🐻 He sees you as being so innocent and soft so sweet and pure, and your biting is very much something which goes along with that... It's one of those "childish" little things you never grew out of and he thinks it's adorable.

🐻 He notices the way you chew anything you can, your sleeves your pencils, your fingers... He can't help but stare, watching as you pause your writing and sink your teeth into the tip of your pencil chewing in it thoughtfully... he can't help it if his mind wanders, if he starts wondering what it would be like to give you his fingers to nibble on instead...

🐻 He teases you about it too, will tell you "come sink those little teeth into papa instead ziskeit..." The first time he says it you think he's joking, you look up at him from where you're sitting and smirk, expecting him to smirk too, but when he doesn't and instead beckons you over once again you can't resist. You're a little shy about it, sitting in his lap and then hesitating, not actually sure what to do now he's watching you... But then he caresses your cheek gently and offers you his fingers, he can't take his eyes off you as you gently sink your teeth into his finger tips...

🐻 He'll definitely call you things like "my little vampire..." And tease you when you bite his neck, just wanting to make you blush because again, he finds this little habit of yours completely adorable...

🐻 Alfie knows this behaviour is a comfort thing, that it's all about your trust in him, how comfortable and safe you feel with him and so whenever he feels your teeth sink into him he feels so proud... Proud that you're his little ziskeit, proud that you trust him, that you feel safe enough to be yourself with him completely...

🐻 He loves the way you use biting to initiate further affection, how you come up behind him and stand on your tiptoes sinking your teeth into his back or his shoulder, how when he pulls you in for a hug more often than not you'll gently nip his bicep or shoulder and then look up at him with your big doe eyes silently asking for more...

🐻 He loves when you bite his hands, in particular that place where his thumb meets his palm and curves to his wrist... He likes it when you bite his wrist too actually. Alfie just loves it when you nip at him, he finds your playfully affectionate nature completely adorable.

🐻 You rarely bite him with any level of force but sometimes, if you sink your teeth in a little too deep he'll gently scold you, "now what did I do to deserve that little one?" He'll put on a show of frowning, being wounded and when you say you're sorry, that you didn't mean it he'll soften and welcome you into his embrace, "I know little one, course you didn't ziskeit... But you just be careful with your old man yeah, wouldn't want anyone thinking I was being savaged by my little girl would we..." Of course he's only teasing and when you pout up at him he just smiles and offers you one of his fingers to nibble on, "Nah what am I saying ziskeit, you can savage me whenever you like..."

🐻 Now obviously Alfie likes to keep you away from his real enemies but when it comes to men like Tommy Shelby who are always poking around, turning up without an appointment and barging into his office demanding a word... Well, let's just say you're a cheeky little madam sometimes and you won't hesitate to make some catty little remark upon being disturbed by him... And Alfie loves that about you, he particularly enjoys being able to say "careful Tommy, this one bites..."

🐻 The day you offer him your fingers to bite warms his heart. First of all he thinks you look so cute... Looking up at him with your wide warm eyes, stroking your fingers through his beard before holding them to his lips. Second of all, he knows it's a sign of deep trust, that you must really love and think the world of him to be pressing your hand to his mouth for him to bite. So he doesn't reject you, he smiles softly, tries so not show just how touched his is by teasing you all "Oh now, ain't that sweet..." Before very gently biting you, light enough not to leave a mark, kissing the place he sunk his teeth moments later...

🐻 He only bites you when you offer him your hand, and even then he's always very gentle as he doesn't want to hurt you... He wouldn't want to leave marks on you and he doesn't need to, "everyone already knows you belong to me..."

Arthur

🍂 Now Arthur definitely bites during sex, everyone knows that Arthur likes to have rough sex... there's fingernails and teeth involved for sure and no women's ever left Arthur's bed without the marks to prove it...

🍂 That doesn't however mean that he's ever considered being bitten himself... he'd always view biting as a dominant trait, a way of marking what is yours, a possessive trait, a way of staking your claim... so he doesn't realise how much he's going to like being bitten by you until you actually do it...

🍂 And the first time you do it he is so surprised... First of all, it was only an affection, gentle little bite, your teeth barely grazed him, and the mark faded so quickly, so his dramatic cry of "ow... What was that for?" Seemed a little over the top. And of course it was over the top, it didn't hurt him a bit, he was just stunned that his lass, who was hugging him and nuzzling into his neck moments ago, would sink her teeth into him so out of the blue... And not in the heat of the moment either...

🍂 But for all his melodrama Arthur really did love it... He just has to pretend he didn't because to be seen letting you nibble on his shoulder like that could make him look soft... So he kicks up a fuss whenever you do it or else tells you off for teasing him and threatens to teach you a lesson later...

🍂 But he does really, really like it. There is absolutely no denying how much he likes it... Every time you bite him affectionately he gets a tell tale blush on his cheeks which is adorable, but which you have to pretend not to notice because if you do that will be the end of that, he'll never let you nibble on his shoulder again...

🍂 Over time he grows more and more confident about your vampiric way of showing affection, he likes that his girl has got some bite about her, a little menacing touch despite your general sweetness. He thinks that actually it makes you pretty bad, revealing of a dark side you might have... and that only makes you all the more attractive to him...

🍂 Now, when you're fucking Arthur loves it when you bite down on him hard and sink your teeth right in... You've been known to draw blood on more than one occasion when things have gotten a little rougher, a little more intense than either of you could have predicted...

🍂 Arthur quite likes to mix pain and pleasure and he gets addicted to the sting of your sharp little nips, he will often command you not to hold back, to bite harder... if you catch him in just the right place at just the right moment you can tip him over the edge and cause him to cum from a bite to the shoulder or neck...

🍂 At first he's a little shy about the marks you leave on him, he's worried it might make him look weak, but then one day his brother makes a comment about how he ought to put a muzzle on his woman if she's "that wild" and actually Arthur thinks he quite likes that... the idea that everyone will know his girl is wild, that she can't be tamed...

🍂 So from then on he almost shows off the bite marks, he's proud of them and proud of his wild woman...

🍂 He has a scar on his hand left by you... Once when you were fucking, Arthur was really railing you, it was rough and intense and you were being very loud... So Arthur had used his hand to hush you, forcing the side of his hand into your open mouth and giving you very clear instructions, "fuckin bite down for me girl," hissed through his teeth as he thrust into you at a violent, rapid pace... And you couldn't disobey him...

🍂 So you bit down hard, squeezing your eyes shut as he fucked you against the wall until your whole body was limp... And when you were finished and you finally unclamped your teeth from his hand you were shocked, and a little horrified, to find that you'd really done a number on his hand... You actually feel guilty, rushing to try and clean the wound, apologising to Arthur over and over until he takes your face in one hand gently squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. "Now you listen to me love, don't you ever fookin apologise for that yeah, you did as you were told an that makes you a very fookin good girl don't it..."

🍂 The wound healed quickly, it wasn't as bad as it looked, and it left a very pretty little crescent moon scar the shape of your bite which Arthur is obsessed with, it's like wearing a little piece of you at all times, and it reminds him of that moment... Fucking you against the wall, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure, the sting of your bite... He replays the scene in his head whilst turning his palm up to admire the scar... He's so proud of it, and so pleased to have such a "fookin feral" woman.

John

🌼 Bites you first...

🌼 John is such a playful romantic, he's boisterous and a little clumsy with you sometimes and he's oh so childish and unafraid to show his affection however the notion takes him in the moment...

🌼 So of course biting is one of his love languages too... He's always telling you how cute you are, how he "could just eat you up..." And he does...

🌼 He likes biting the tip of your nose, pretending to bite your cheeks, he likes to nuzzle into your neck tickling you and biting gently until you're giggling and trying to fend him off... He'll go for your fingers and toes too, taking your hand and lifting it to his mouth, holding your ankles delicately, tickling your feet and then going to nibble your toes - the number of times you've almost kicked him in the face because of this...

🌼 So of course he loves the fact that you speak his language... He loves the fact that when you're giggling and play wrestling and he has you pinned to the floor you'll turn your head and try to bite his wrist...

🌼 You're able to have these soft moments of silent affection, on days when he's stressed, or troubled and you go to him quietly, wrap your arms around him from behind and nuzzle into his back. You gently bite his shoulder, just to let him know you're there, and when he turns around and welcomes you into his embrace he'll nuzzle into you, close his eyes and let you kiss his cheek before grazing your teeth along his jaw... And when he lifts his head and opens his eyes he'll tilt your chin up towards him and let his teeth graze the tip of your nose before kissing your cheek and squeezing you tight against him.

🌼 It's like this extra layer of closeness, this extra way with which you can know eachother and trust eachother intimately. It makes you feel instinctively close to one another like little lion cubs...

🌼 John also likes it when you bit him during sex... He likes to bite you too and has definitely left a fair few bruises and teeth marks on your neck, shoulders and breasts before... But you do the same to him, biting his shoulders and his chest, leaving bite marks on his neck too...

🌼 And John loves to show off these marks... Loves to brag about them and the fucks in which he earned them... If he's got a particularly good looking one he'll be pulling the shoulder of his shirt down to show off the mark to his friends... He gets scolded by Ada "Honestly John put it away! The lengths you'll go to to prove you're getting a lay... It's embarrassing really..." But he'll just laugh her off and immediately launch back into the tale of his "war wound"

🌼 He'll tease you about it too, he'll come home from the betting shop and tell you something like, "the lads were talking about you today... They reckon I should put you on a leash..." And then he'll grin and before you can get in a huff with him he'll have wrapped you up in his arms, playfully nipping at your face and your ear, already trying to talk you into bed...

🌼 Has definitely bitten you on the bottom on more than one occasion, he can't help it...

Bonnie

🍀Bonnie is definitely also a biter... not quite in the way that John is a biter... he too is very playfully affectionate sometimes but he's also much more careful and much more soft...

🍀 He bites you too, very tenderly, often a kiss on the lips will finish with a little nip to the end of your nose before he pushes your hair from your face and sends you on your way

🍀 When you're sad or he can tell that something's wrong he'll come sit down beside you in front of the campfire, the two of you just gazing at the flames quietly, and without a word he'll pick up your hand and raise your fingers to his lips, and he'll bite his teeth down gently on your finger tip, just once, catching your eye communicating silently with you that he's there, that he's all yours and you can tell him anything you need to...

🍀The difference here is that Bonnie learnt this behaviour from you... He's mirroring you, as an act of love and trust... He wants to be able to communicate his love for you in ways you'll understand and so when he realises that the little grazes of your teeth, the little nips to his shoulder or his hand, are all little gestures of affection, your way of asking for his attention or letting him know without words that you love him very dearly, he wants to reciprocate.

🍀 The first time you bit him he wasn't all that surprised...Even before you were together he could tell you were a biter, he'd seen the way you sucked on your gold cross necklace, saw the way you nibbled on your finger tips with you were nervous or concentrating on something. He also noticed that when you were sleepy you would chew on your sleeve or suck your thumb... Always in these moments when you lost your awareness of the outside world... When your inhibitions were lowered slightly...

🍀So he'd always secretly hoped you'd feel comfortable enough with him to let your guard down and show your affection with a little bite...

🍀And the day you finally did (not that it really took all that long because you felt comfortable around bonnie from day one) he's was pleased he actually blushed. The day you sunk your teeth into his shoulder whilst you were hugging him, it lit him up. You left a little smirk on his lips and a rosy hue to his usually pale cheeks...

🍀 He turned his head half way to look over at you, a little smirk on his lips as he said "Well hello to you too little dove... Lose your words this morning or something?" Only teasing you of course before he took your face in both his hands and nipped the tip of your nose gently with his teeth. That painted a big grin on your face, left you feeling so girlish and giggly.

🍀Bonnie absolutely loves it when you bite him, the two of you have lots of wordless forms of communication, often able to talk with only your eyes... But your little nips are his favourite.

🍀 You often bite when you want his attention and so often that's the sensation he wakes up to... You half asleep, resting on him, your teeth grazing his chest, shoulder of neck. He likes it when you scrape your teeth along his jaw...

🍀 Bonnie has only ever marked you once and it was an accident... As much as he wants everyone to know that you're his little lass he wouldn't want to damage your reputation by leaving you littered with bitemarks or lovebites... You'd only get called horrible names by the other girls in the camp and he'd also have to deal with the wrath of your father...

🍀 It isn't just that though, Bonnie is a very tender lad and he sees you as being his precious angel, he would never want to hurt you and so he saves all his aggression for the ring, all his gentleness all his softness reserved for you...

🍀 The time he did leave a mark on you he felt so guilty, he was so apologetic, keen to make sure you weren't hurt, kissing the little teeth marks he'd left on your shoulder.

Isaiah

🐁Isaiah definitely thinks that your affectionate biting is a cute little quirk, something that makes him smirk or chuckle to himself... He thinks it's a little funny and he's definitely never had a girl bite him like that before...

🐁 he also thinks that if it wasn't you, he wouldn't be letting anyone bite him so "cutesy" so softly... No, this is definitely something only you could ever get away with... Other girls would be told to behave...

🐁He can tell when you're going to do it, you get this impish little smile on your lips which he can't resist... Even if he thinks it's a strange habit he couldn't ever deny you, not when you look so cheeky and so sweet... So instead he'll hold his hand up to stop you, say something like "now hang on a minute love what are you about to do?" "Them teeth again eh? You're lucky I'm so soft on you ain't ye sweetheart..."

🐁 He'll actually make you say please!! Which of course you do, very sweetly, so sweetly that he couldn't possibly say no to you... And when you have given him a little nip, your teeth sinking gently into his shoulder, he makes sure that you never forget to say thank you. If you do he'll stop you, catch your wrist so you can't walk away and then he'll raise his brow, challenging you, "I'm waiting love..."

🐁He doesn't bite you back, not softly anyway, and not as a way of showing affection... Sexually however Isaiah definitely bites... He likes his sex kinda rough and he definitely enjoys leaving little marks on you to show the world that you're taken...

🐁He's never too rough with you, he wouldn't ever bite so deep that he broke the skin, but he's certainly left little teeth marks on your neck and definitely enjoys scattering your collar bones with bites too. Sometimes he will push your shirt to one side in the middle of the day, just so he can admire the marks he left the night before and trace his fingers over the dents in your skin.

🐁He won't let you mark his neck, or anywhere that might be seen by the other peaky lads because he's still a little uncertain whether letting his woman bite him makes him "less of a man" it's definitely something he is sensitive about... But I think he'll grow out of that and grow into a John type figure who brags about it...

🐁 He likes it when you bite him during sex, if you sink your teeth into his shoulder when he's fucking you he takes that as a sign he's doing a very good job and it motivates him to go all the harder...

Michael

☘️ He's very shocked the first time you bite him... He chastises you because "that wasn't very ladylike of you y/n..."

☘️ He definitely has pretty firm ideas about what makes a man, and he definitely doesn't think allowing your woman to bite you (even if it is affectionately) is very manly at all...

☘️ He definitely has a complex, trying to be like Tommy, wanting his cousins approval desperately, and in his head he asks himself "what would Tommy say if he saw this?" Unfortunately Michael isn't actually that good at predicting what his cousin Tommy would say because if he was he'd Know that Tommy a) wouldn't give a shit if you were biting Michael and b) would quite like it if you were biting him...

☘️ And the thing is... The thing is that Michael quite likes it. He doesn't know why and he certainly thinks he's not supposed to like it... But undeniably he does. And you can tell that he does too... You can tell because whenever Michael likes something he tends to stiffen a little, he tends to frown and swallow his enjoyment down. So when he straightens his back and clears his throat, that's when you know he really likes something...

☘️ So despite the way he always scolds you, despite the way he threatens to punish you for persistently ignoring his rules and biting him, you carry on... Because you know that deep down he likes it and that really all he needs to do, something you wish he could do, is accept that it's okay to enjoy affection.

☘️ Because really that's all it is, Michael has a problem with showing and accepting affection... Sure he was raised for a time by Polly, but he doesn't remember that and the middle class cottage dwelling family who did raise him, were restrictive to say the least. Affection was earned and it certainly wasn't sentimental... So when you do something as sweet and seemingly motiveless as playfully biting him, he doesn't know how to handle it and he's embarrassed to show his enjoyment...

☘️ Anyway, he likes it... He really likes it and whenever you graze his skin with your teeth, he gets this tingling feeling all through his body, a kind of asmr response? He sometimes comes out in goosebumps and then he really doesn't know how to try and hide his love for your little habit. That's when he'll really tell you off and you'll just giggle along apologising through your laughter before kissing him on the cheek and teasing that you're going to do it again.

☘️ During sex he really can't hide how much he likes it and honestly he's given up trying, if you bite his neck or nibble his ear, or if your graze your teeth over his chest, he moans on command and it is music to your ears... He also fucking loves it when you nip at his thighs when you're on your knees giving him head. The first time you did that to him it blew his mind.

Bonus material here (and I'm sorry I didn't have it in me to write HCs for some of our other men but...)

🪽 Luca is absolutely the type to tease you and ask something like "What's the matter with you sweetheart, they don't feed you at home?"

🪽 Would probably get your bite marks tattooed on him...

🦔 When you bite him Aberama will gnash his teeth at you to tease you, pretending that he's gonna bite your fingers off.

🦔 he likes it when you nibble on his ear...

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[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

Imagine being born with the capacity to connect to any and all living things but due to the circumstances of your life, you are constantly denied those bonds. The only bond you are able to form is a twisted, painful mockery of what you are supposed to be able to feel but you still cling to it because it is all you have and your very soul twists around this bond because it longs so deeply for any connection - anything at all. And even that is ripped away from you and you end up spending a decade with absolutely no one at all - only your own loathing and hatred for the one who ripped you away from the only connection you have ever been given.

But then finally, FINALLY you are given a chance to form a genuine connection built on love and trust with your brother who has found you after so many years - but you don't know how. You've never known love, never known trust or true affection, so all you can do is regurgitate what you experienced.

Your brother cannot be your friend. He must be your apprentice. You can care about him, trust him - but only to an extent. Your master's teachings ring in your ears. He will try to betray you, to become greater than you, because that is the rule. That is how this works. Still, you are able to build something with him.

And you lose him.

And all you have left is your vengeance and pain. But you don't lose yourself this time. You build your empire in the dark, you accomplish so much.

And you lose that too.

So you choose to do the only thing you can do. You rally your pain, your anger, and resolve to get your vengeance on the one who started you on this path. And if this choice ends in your death, is that so bad?

Along the way, you meet a boy and your soul, starved for connection, cries out at the opportunity. The boy may be young but he has so much anger in him already and the care he holds for his friends could so easily be twisted to the dark (this is the only option you have - you've been here before). He could be your apprentice - fill that void in your soul.

You lose him (did you ever have him? You don't know. You've been doing this for so long).

But meeting the boy wasn't a total waste - you can finally take your vengeance. It has been so many years but your anger still burns away inside. You prepare to deliver the blow to kill him, just as you killed his master so long ago -

And you lose.

Your enemy does not revel in his victory. He does not make your death more painful than it needed to be. He does not mock you for your fruitless quest.

He holds you as you die and gives you hope in your final moments.

And you do not die alone.

[dh1k]

Morning w Hisoka

Summary: morning with your clingy boyfriend.

Note: my english not so good. May be some mistakes.

cw: fluff, clingy!Hisoka, cuddling.

Word count: 654

You wake up because you can’t breathe. You opened your eyes and discovered Hisoka literally lying on top of you. He half sprawled on top of you, throwing his leg over yours and his head resting on your chest.

“Hisoka” you said and shoving him a little bit.

No reaction. But you know very well that big, sneaky fox is faking it. It was every time when Hisoka got bored in the morning, he'd pounce on you with his whole body to wake you up.

“Hisoka... I know you're awake. Get off me" you once again hoped it would help.

The red-haired fox is overly tactile, especially in the morning. He never misses an opportunity to take you into his arms while the two of you are snuggling in bed. But sometimes there are days like this one, when he unceremoniously lies on top of you with no plans to get up.

At your voice and the rustling of the sheets, your little cat came running in. He sat down on the bedside table and watched you.

Looking at this little ball of fur, you thought about the fact that you have two cats living at home. Both of them always need attention and care.

Still, even though Hisoka's nature is more like a fox. In the morning, he's like a cat looking for affection.

You shifted your gaze back to him. You ran your hand through his hair and gently ran it over his scalp, massaging it lightly, knowing how much he liked it.

“Hisoka, you're awake. Get off me, or at least move over a little. You're heavy" the third attempt this morning was successful.

He got off you and lay down next to you with his arm resting on his head. His golden eyes stared into yours, and he had his usual smirk on his face. He looked at the cat sitting on the table for a second, and as soon as cat saw Hisoka looking at him, he ran to him.

You always wondered if he was more fond of Hisoka, though he's a little prankster, more like his master than his mistress. Sometimes the two of them look at you with their golden eyes with the same squint, and it's annoying.

“Good morning" you said, while Hisoka looked at you and stroked the cat’s ear.

“Morning" Hisoka said sweetly, as usual, but with a hint of resentment.

You knew he was going to act offended now, because he doesn't like it when you ask him to get off your back. While you looked at each other, the redhead had managed to settle at the end of the bed and fall asleep. Your silence was interrupted by a sigh from Hisoka, who turned away from you. It was a trivial action of his in the morning when you didn't want to cuddle with him.

With a sniffle, you moved closer to him, running your fingers along his broad back, crossing over his ribs and tickling him lightly. All you got from Hisoka was a hum. You both know it's just a little mockery of each other, but it feels different every time. This time, there's more tenderness in your touch and more playfulness in his sighs.

“Hisoka, turn to me" you asked, knowing he wouldn't.

You climbed over him and lay down beside him. He looked at you, pretending he was still hurt.

“Fine, I know how you want to cuddle and" you weren't allowed to finish your sentence. Hisoka rolled over to the other side along with you in a hug.

“Okay, shh. Stop talking”.

You rolled your eyes. And accepted your fate of being almost strangled in man's arms.

Your sessions of affection can go on into the evening, until you slap Hisoka's ass and tell him it's time to get up. And as usual, you'll get an unwilling face that will follow you to the kitchen anyway.

[glowettee]

// part 5: the science behind manifestation (because we love being smart girlies) ✨

hey loves! mindy here again~

today i'm diving into the fascinating science that makes manifestation work. as someone who loves both spirituality and science (hello, future doctor energy!), i'm excited to break this down in a way that makes perfect sense.

the scientific principles behind manifestation:

quantum physics basics

everything is energy at its core

observer effect: we influence particles by observing them

quantum entanglement shows everything is connected

the double-slit experiment proves consciousness affects reality

neuroscience of manifestation • reticular activating system (ras)

acts like a filter for your brain

helps you notice opportunities

focuses on what you program it to see

neuroplasticity

your brain physically changes with thoughts

new neural pathways form with repetition

this is why scripting works so well

psychological framework a) cognitive behavioral principles

thoughts create emotions

emotions drive actions

actions determine results

b) self-fulfilling prophecy

your beliefs shape your reality

2. expectations influence outcomes

3. confidence attracts opportunities

4. frequency & vibration science

human thoughts emit measurable frequencies

positive thoughts = higher frequency

higher frequencies attract similar energies

practical application (how i use this):

morning brain programming

meditation to raise frequency

positive affirmations during skincare

visualization while getting ready

study session optimization

setting intentions before starting

creating a high-vibe study space

using binaural beats for focus

daily consciousness practices

mindful observation

energy checking

thought monitoring

frequency adjustments

intentional speaking

the science-backed manifestation formula:

clear intention + elevated emotion + aligned action = manifestation

why this works:

intention activates the ras

emotion creates energetic frequency

action solidifies neural pathways

consistency compounds results

pro tip: i keep a "science of success" section in my manifestation journal where i track:

daily frequency levels (1-10)

manifestation experiments

correlation between thoughts and outcomes

evidence of law of attraction working

note: you're literally a quantum creator! your thoughts are shaping your reality at a subatomic level. isn't that the most powerful thing ever?

homework for my manifestation besties:

notice your ras in action today

journal about 3 manifestations you've already achieved

measure your vibration throughout the day

practice intentional thinking for 24 hours

stay tuned for part 6 where we'll explore advanced scripting methods (my personal fave for manifesting those straight a's!) 🌙

with love, mindy xo

[baneonono]

watch house for the first time with me

we’ve made it through season 2 and through the first five episodes of season 3 and there was lots to scream about. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am going to hate the whole house gets arrested plot. like I’m gonna furious typing out whole essays type mad but we’ll see.

21

GUYS I WANT HOUSE TO WEAR THE SUIT. I UNDERSTAND THAT HE DOESNT THINK IT MATTERS BUT IM LOSING MY MIND. I KNOW EVERYTHINGS GOING TO BE OKAY BUT IM STRESSED AND CAN HOUSE JUST WEAR A SUIT

Can everyone just be fixed please I don’t want to deal with this anymore

22

If that baby died, I’m crying

Are we starting Wilson Cuddy stuff because boring

Chase working at the nicu😭😭😭😭

HE CHOSE NICU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chase working with kids😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly house is real for wanting foreman to fight with him. Like it’s just his way of wanting original thoughts and that is relatable

Wilson checking cuddy for cancer-

NO THE BABY DIED

Chase my baby boy I adore you it’s okay

Cuddy wanted Wilson to be the father of her child😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I’m gonna break down if we get a scene of Wilson hearing this

23

House being a piano player is actually one of my favorite things about him

Dude I trust House but like I wouldn’t trust him that much @ cuddy

IS WILSON JEALOUS THAT HOUSE HAS ANOTHER FRIEND

I would do so much for James Wilson. I don’t think yall understand. I love him dearly

The entire diagnosis department pacing is so funny

24

SOMEONE SHOT HOUSE. BABE THAT IS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT JERK

“I wanted to see you suffer” girl he suffers every day you just had to come into the hospital and watch

“She killed herself” still not House’s fault bro

Wilson doing houses physical therapy is hilarious

I need house back 

This episode is weird

What in the world did I just watch

Season threeeeeeee

1

Okay I am so grateful we got the scene of Cuddy and Wilson trying to come up with cases to give house. Like😭😭😭😭😭 I love them

Chases haircut😭 he looks amazing

House lost his leg pain and got 10x the whimsy

“I’m not going away” please never go away Wilson 

Wilson. House was right. What do you mean you can’t tell him. 

2

Wilson maybe you should tell house that he was right. Listen to Cuddy. Wilson I adore you why are you doing this to me. 

Chase winking at the parents🥰

Whaaaattttt lying to house has consequences. Telling him that he’s bad at his job affects him. That’s so craaaazzzzy

Oh Wilson comparing house to Icarus, you’re so iconic. I love my toxic old men yaoi with Greek mythology references. That’s actually the only way I’ll tolerate it

3

Everyone is going through so many radical position shifts this episode. Guys can we have some consistency (@ cameron)

People just go running to Wilson when they want house to do something huh. 

I love when house operates on patients. Just love him entirely in his element

Awww house is proud of Cameron for killing a dude, it’s always nice to hear from our dad that he’s proud of us

4

House you do not need your carpet back. Why are you like this. Iconic but why

I need this girl to leave. House isn’t that attractive

I’m glad Cuddy is standing her ground on this one

Love how Wilson walked in on them in his office and just was like “weird typo”

Can Cameron stop psychoanalysing house 

Need this girl to stop 

Foreman you pawning that off in Wilson was not slick

HOUSE BEING GOOD WITH KIDS I LOVE TO SEE IT(also just taking drugs)

Wilson don’t let house out of your sight while he’s drugged, he’s got a girl really into him and I don’t think we should let him alone

House😭😭😭😭😭 please stop throwing away Wilson’s gifts

Cameron did not need to sit next to house

WILSON JUST WALKING OUT OF HIS OFFICE 

Thinking about the triplets going all over the hospital looking for house this episode

😭😭😭😭😭😭house got a gift😭😭😭😭😭😭oh my little neurodivergent bonding

5

This husband being so ride or die. I love to see it. Yes sir saw an opportunity to step in and took it. 

Oh she’s sick, okay well, we’ll get to see more of him?

House leaving to go break up Wilson flirting with a girl. Bro just say you’re jealous and go

THE LOOK ON CHASES FACE AT FOREMAN WHEN CAMERON SAID SHES HITTING THAT  WAS SO FUNNY. BABY BOY WHAT WAS THAT

“Great I haven’t committed a felony yet today” -Chase

Guys the pill only stops pregnancy, not STDs, maybe they wear conforms to prevent STDs

Why does Wilson just do things for house. I mean beyond being in love with him. 

I hate this apologzie to the patient thing today. I don’t care about this stupid jerk. I prefer my smart jerks

Really was not expecting an incest plot from this show but I should’ve. 

House getting arrested is insane

[inkieflame]

Put Your Ear to My Heart (Or Set Your Teeth Against My Throat)

A Secret Life Roomies fic

Content warnings: none

1500 words

Aka, Grian has never been in an affectionate alliance, but when he joins Cleo and Etho they teach him that often affection is necessary and healthy.

Author's note: this isn't explicitly a Poly Roomies ship fic, but it I could be read that way if you like. It can also be read platonically.

At first, Grian had been relieved when Cleo and Etho had taken him in.

All season he’d been lonely, searching for a team to support him, to keep him alive in this horror-game. Cleo and Etho seemed to be the perfect fit too. Etho was logical. He knew how to take care of matters efficiently. Cleo was dangerous, and she was loyal, known to be possessive of her allies. Exactly what Grian needed.

But now he was having second thoughts.

He knew that changing bases would take some getting used to, and he’d never based with Etho or Cleo in a past game either, so anything was possible. He was wary, however, of their dynamic with each other.

Grian wasn’t sure where Etho and Cleo stood with each other since their divorce in last season. They were obviously on good enough terms to base together, but Grian doubted they had remarried or even gotten back together.

This was before he’d lived them.

Their home was so full of… attention. Grian’s shoulders were brushed when he passed one of them. They greeted him with arms around his shoulders, or their hands ruffling his hair. Goodnights were said with his palms squeezed softly.

Grian thought it was going to drive him insane.

He’d never been in an alliance so touchy. In fact, he could barely remember the last time he was grabbed that wasn’t violently, the last time he was hugged that didn’t make him fear a knife in the back. To have all that kindness suddenly? For someone to hold him just to prove that they care about him? It makes him flinch. Shy away.

It’s not that he doesn’t like the touch. In fact he has begun to crave it carnally, but it’s all too much and he can’t help but recoil.

He feels, suddenly, like he is starving.

Like he has been starving for years and only just realized it.

Tonight he is sleeping on a cot in the living room. Etho and Cleo are sharing a bed upstairs. They both asked for him to join them, but he turned them down just like every night they ask.

He knew it wasn’t uncommon for a whole alliance to share one big bed, especially in the beginning of a season when supplies were tight. It helped a group bond together, taught them that their allies were also family. But Grian didn’t feel comfortable sharing a bed with them. Especially not considering their relationship history.

But if he were honest, the real reason was that he didn’t think he could take a whole night tangled with them. The contact alone would keep him awake, shaking for their arms to wrap around him and hold him together.

It was easier to not put himself in that situation.

“Grian?” it’s Etho’s voice. He can hear him stepping down the stairs, “Are you still awake?”

Grian rolls over in his cot, “Barely,” he murmurs, “Do you need something?”

Etho stops at the head of the cot, “I just want to talk with you.” He buries his hand in Grian’s hair affectionately.

Grian is sick to his stomach with need. He stretches into the touch, trying to convince Etho and himself that it’s a stretch to wake himself up. His wings flop on either side of the cot.

“Yeah, what do you want to talk about?” he asks, mentally begging for the contact to stay. Just a moment longer, that’s all he needs is a moment.

When Etho pulls his hand back Grian has to bite back a whine. He sits up, hoping that Etho will take the opportunity to sit down next to him. Maybe then Grian could bump his knee against his, and he could feel the brush of skin on skin again. He feels ashamed of the thought.

Etho lingers without sitting, “Are you okay?” he asks bluntly.

Grian draws back, “Yes?” he says, “Better now then never actually.”

Etho narrows his eyes, analyzing the statement, “You know… I spent a while alone too.” He comments after a long moment. “Back in Third Life. I lived all by myself in that wool castle. And yeah, I had visitors… I was a soldier in the Red Army, but I didn’t have-” He hesitates, “Home.”

Grian is still wishing Etho would step closer.

“But after that I was in the B.E.S.T. alliance. They helped me learn that survival-” He takes in a deep breath, “Survival is about taking care of ALL your needs. Even the invisible ones. It’s important to take care of your mental health just as much as your physical health.”

Please, please sit down. Grian is aching. He can’t breath. He needs some sort of contact, he needs to be held together, he needs-

“So are you sure you’re okay?” Etho asks.

“Sit down.” Grian manages to ask through the shame, “Please.”

Etho blinks, “Of course.” He sits down, hip to hip with Grian, and puts his arm around him comfortingly. Etho’s fingers gently stroke his wing.

Grian is so lucky, and so hungry, and he’s melting into Etho’s side because he needs help. He needs help.

“What’s wrong?” Etho whispers.

Grian can’t say anything. His head is spinning. His eyes are unfocused in the dark room. All he can think of is Etho holding him, even if it’s only slightly. He buries his face in the crook of Etho’s neck, hungry taking in the contact like it’s his lifeline.

And now Etho is pulling back, concerned and confused, and Grian forces himself to shrink away like he’s allergic to skin. He’s burning with embarrassment and need and ache. He pushes himself away until he’s curled into the opposite side of the cot.

“What’s wrong?” Etho asks again, desperation seeping into his voice, “Tell me how I can help you.”

There is a lump in Grian’s throat. He’s so close to begging for Etho to come back. Or to call Cleo down, and let her hold him in those large, kind hands. He’s afraid that if he stays silent he’ll begin to sob when Etho leaves.

“Can I- can I just have a hug?” Je breathes, aching. “I’m sorry- I just need- I don’t want to bother you-“

He is cut off by Etho closing the distance, and wrapping Grian in him. Grian’s face is pressed against his chest. This is safe, and warm, and the ache is beginning to melt away again

“Grian.” Etho says firmly, “Uou’re not bothering me. You don’t need to do anything to earn it either. I’m here because I care for you.”

Grian shudders. He pulls Etho tighter against him, so they are entirely flush and Etho us nearly laying on Grian. Etho doesn’t complain. He just lets Grian eat it up.

“We can stay here as long as you need.” Etho promises, “Understand?”

Grian nods into the soft folds of Etho’s T-shirt. Etho moves his arms up and wraps one hand around the base of Grian’s neck. The other begins to run, kind and steady, through Grian’s hair. Grian let’s out a weak whine at the motion.

After a long moment, Etho speaks up again. “Cleo has been worried about you too. Will you come to bed with us? She wants to help.”

Confusion and embarrassment flood Grian’s face, “She already knows about this?”

Etho smiles against Grian’s the top of Grian’s head, “You weren’t subtle. We could both tell something has been bothering you for a while, and we couldn’t stand to see you fall apart anymore just because you wouldn’t open up to us.”

There are footsteps, and Cleo is standing in the stairwell, “Is he coming?” she calls.

Etho bends his head down to look into Grian’s dazed eyes, “Let us love you?”

Grian is nodding before he can overthink this. All he knows is he needs to stay submerged in this feeling of home. He needs more.

Etho turns to give Cleo a thumbs up, “Will you carry him?”

“Of course” like there is no question that she would.

And Grian is being wrapped and held and lifted and loved. He slips his arms around her neck and pulls himself as close as possible. An embarrassingly needy sound escapes him, but Cleo has only fondness for him as he is carried up the stairs.

He is laid on the queen bed they share. For a brief moment, all the touching and the comfort draw away, and Grian is aching again.

They can’t do this to him. They can’t promise their care and then withdraw it again. He needs this. He can’t survive with just a taste when he feels so starved.

But then they are rolling into bed next to him, and everything is okay again. Etho wraps himself around Grian’s middle, so he is laying with his chest pressed against Grian’s back.

Cleo throws a blanket over both of them and crawls under it herself. She is face to face with Grian.

She reaches up to brush his cheek gently, “I’ve felt this ache too.” She whispers, “We all have. You’re okay now. We’ll help you.”

Grian still feels sick. He’s not meant to be here, he’s intruding.

But at the same time, they say they want him here. They like it when Grian asks for help and comfort.

Grian closes his eyes. “Thank you.

He still will not sleep through the ache, but maybe tomorrow he will.

[zencpoeticcomms]

Ultimate list of 100 unique questions to help you create a deeply fleshed-out original character (OC). These questions dive into every aspect of your OC’s life, personality, and inner world, providing a comprehensive blueprint for their development.

Have fun! 🙂

1–10: Identity & Background

What is your OC’s full name, and what does it mean to them? Are they proud or ashamed of it?

What are the origins of your OC’s name? Did they inherit it from someone, or is it entirely unique to them?

Where were they born, and does the location influence their personality or worldview?

What is the most significant event in your OC’s early childhood? How did it shape who they are today?

How does your OC view their cultural heritage, and how does it affect their identity?

If they could change one thing about their past, what would it be, and how would it alter their present?

Does your OC have a birthmark, tattoo, or scar? What is the story behind it?

How does your OC feel about their family? Are they close to them, or are they estranged?

What role did your OC play in their family growing up? Were they the caretaker, the rebel, the peacemaker, etc.?

If your OC had to leave their home forever, what would they miss the most, and why?

11–20: Physical Appearance

What is your OC’s physical appearance in great detail? How do they feel about their looks?

Do they have any distinctive features, like a permanent expression, odd habits, or features that set them apart?

How do they carry themselves physically? Are they confident, hesitant, graceful, or awkward?

Does your OC have a personal grooming routine? How much effort do they put into it, and what does it say about their personality?

How do others perceive their physical appearance? Do they feel misunderstood or appropriately seen?

Does your OC hide anything about their appearance? If so, why?

How does your OC dress? Is it a reflection of their inner world, or do they wear a uniform mask?

If your OC had to change their appearance for a day, what would they do and why?

Does your OC have any physical or mental conditions that affect their daily life? How do they adapt to it?

How would your OC feel about someone who pointed out their physical flaws or quirks?

21–30: Personality & Inner World

What is your OC’s deepest fear, and how do they cope with it in their everyday life?

Does your OC believe in fate, destiny, or free will? How do these beliefs guide their choices?

What is your OC’s greatest strength, and how do they use it to navigate the world?

How does your OC view vulnerability? Are they open with their emotions, or do they hide them?

How would your OC respond to being emotionally manipulated? Would they resist, or would it affect them deeply?

Does your OC believe in second chances? Why or why not?

How does your OC handle grief or loss? Do they mourn openly, or do they bottle up their emotions?

How does your OC define love? Is it idealistic or practical, passionate or comforting?

How does your OC react to failure? Do they retreat, try again, or abandon the pursuit altogether?

If your OC could only keep one personal item, what would it be, and what significance does it hold?

31–40: Goals & Aspirations

What does your OC want most in life? Is this goal realistic, or are they chasing an unattainable dream?

What would your OC sacrifice to achieve their ultimate goal?

Does your OC have a secret ambition that they’ve never told anyone? What would they do if they had the opportunity to pursue it?

How does your OC deal with being forced to abandon a long-term goal?

What kind of legacy does your OC want to leave behind, if any?

Does your OC find satisfaction in their accomplishments, or are they constantly seeking more?

What’s the most significant risk your OC has ever taken, and what was the outcome?

How does your OC handle criticism when they’ve worked hard for something?

If your OC achieved their life’s dream tomorrow, what would they do next?

Does your OC believe they deserve happiness or success? Why or why not?

41–50: Relationships

Who does your OC trust the most, and why? Have they ever been betrayed by this person?

How does your OC handle betrayal or dishonesty in relationships?

What is your OC’s view on romantic relationships? Do they believe in love at first sight, or do they prefer slow-burning connections?

Does your OC ever push people away? Why or why not?

How does your OC feel about their closest friend? Are they truly seen for who they are by this person?

How does your OC express affection? Are they physically affectionate, verbally affectionate, or do they show love through actions?

How does your OC feel about family loyalty? What would make them break that loyalty, if anything?

What would your OC do if they were to discover someone they cared about was lying to them?

Has your OC ever been in a toxic relationship? How did they cope, and how has it shaped their current views on love?

What would your OC do if someone they care about suddenly pulled away emotionally?

51–60: Moral Beliefs & Values

What is your OC’s view on justice and fairness? Would they bend the rules for the greater good?

How does your OC handle moral dilemmas? Would they choose what’s right or what’s easiest?

What is the one thing your OC would never forgive, and why?

How does your OC feel about revenge? Do they seek it, or do they believe in letting go?

Would your OC be willing to break the law for a cause they believe in? Why or why not?

How does your OC approach ethical issues related to power and control?

Does your OC believe in the concept of ‘the greater good’? How do they weigh individual rights against collective needs?

Would your OC sacrifice one person to save many? Why or why not?

How does your OC feel about the concept of “an eye for an eye”?

What personal values does your OC hold that others might consider outdated or naive?

61–70: Social Behavior & Public Life

How does your OC act in a large crowd? Are they confident, shy, or indifferent to attention?

Does your OC enjoy being the center of attention, or do they prefer to stay out of the spotlight?

How does your OC handle social expectations? Do they conform, rebel, or find a middle ground?

What is your OC’s opinion of people who lie to gain power or influence?

Does your OC believe that everyone has a purpose, or do they think people are just drifting through life?

How does your OC interact with people they consider beneath them socially?

How would your OC feel if they were suddenly thrust into a position of leadership or authority?

Does your OC have any social causes they actively support or care about?

How does your OC feel about fame or public recognition?

Does your OC ever manipulate social situations to get what they want? How far would they go?

71–80: Conflict & Challenges

How does your OC react to being pushed beyond their limits? Do they fight back or shut down?

When faced with an opponent stronger or more skilled than them, how does your OC strategize?

Has your OC ever been forced to compromise their morals in the heat of the moment? What was the outcome?

How does your OC feel about their enemies? Do they want revenge, or do they want to move on and forget them?

What’s the hardest decision your OC has had to make in a crisis?

If your OC could run from their problems forever, would they, or do they face them head-on?

How does your OC feel about taking responsibility for their actions when something goes wrong?

How does your OC handle pressure from outside sources (society, friends, family) to meet expectations?

What would make your OC break under pressure? What would make them rise to the challenge?

How does your OC feel about conflict? Do they see it as something to be resolved or something to be won?

81–90: Secrets & Personal Struggles

What secret does your OC keep hidden from everyone? Why do they keep it, and what would happen if it were exposed?

How does your OC feel about being vulnerable to others? Are they comfortable with it, or do they avoid it at all costs?

What is your OC’s biggest insecurity, and how do they try to hide or deal with it?

Has your OC ever broken someone’s heart or betrayed their trust? How do they feel about it now?

What is the one thing your OC would do anything to forget or erase from their memory?

How does your OC react to being judged or criticized unfairly?

What is the hardest lesson your OC has had to learn in life?

Does your OC have a deep regret they can't seem to shake? How does it affect them daily?

How does your OC handle the weight of guilt? Do they try to make amends, or do they bury it deep down?

Has your OC ever been afraid of their own potential? What would it take to push them to fully realize it?

91–100: Personal Growth & Transformation

How does your OC evolve over time? What personal transformations do they undergo throughout their story?

What event causes your OC to have a major change in perspective or worldview?

How does your OC view failure as a stepping stone to success? Do they see setbacks as learning experiences?

Does your OC struggle with personal growth, or do they actively seek out change?

How does your OC respond when someone challenges their deeply held beliefs?

How does your OC learn to trust others after betrayal or hardship?

What is the one moment in your OC’s life where they felt truly alive or at peace?

How does your OC balance their past mistakes with their future potential?

If your OC could give their younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?

How does your OC envision the end of their journey? What do they hope to have achieved by the time they reach the end?

These 100 questions are designed to help you develop a character that is deeply complex and multidimensional, rich with contradictions, desires, and motivations. Each question can open a new door to understanding your OC and can be adapted to fit various settings, genres, and character arcs

@zencpoeticcomms

[summervb]

Hi English is not my first language so sorry if the order is confusing. You could do something like Reader and Axel are dating and she is in the same dojo as him and also participating in the tournament. And she sees that scene of sensei Wolf beating Axel while he trains and as soon as he is alone she goes to him and comforts him, and also helps him with his injuries... and something obscene after all the comfort 🤭🤭🤭

That's it, I even love your writing! 🤍🤍

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 | axel kovacevic × reader!fem

summary | you comfort Axel after witnessing his harsh training, leading to a moment of vulnerability and passionate intimacy

warnings | smut, explicit content, masturbation, fingering, mention of violence, injury care, and emotional vulnerability

word count | 2.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

You stop in the hallway near the Sekai Taikai dressing rooms, the bustle of the tournament barely reaching your ears from afar. You are about to go look for Axel, but the scene unfolding before you freezes your body in place.

From where you stand, you can see Axel in the center of the training area. His face reflects discomfort, a mix of concentration and pain. Around him, Sensei Wolf watches him with a gaze that, although calculated, never ceases to be intense. Suddenly, the sensei delivers a sharp blow to his abdomen, and Axel doubles over, breathing heavily. The sound of the blow resonates in your ears like a cruel echo, and something in your chest tightens. You can't help but see how Axel's body reacts to the blow, his shoulders hunched as he struggles to stay upright.

"Get up, Kovacevic." "This is just the beginning," growls the sensei, a low voice that makes you shudder. The sound of Wolf's footsteps echoing as he walks away from Axel makes you take a deep breath. You feel the fury growing inside you. No one should be treated that way.

When the room finally empties, the gym falls silent. You know that now is your opportunity. Without thinking, you walk towards the training area, ignoring the sweat on your neck, the anxiety growing with each step. It doesn't matter that the tournament is in full swing. It doesn't matter that you need to prepare for your next fight. Axel needs your support, and that's the only thing that matters right now.

As you approach, you find him still standing, trembling slightly, with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. The sweat covers his face, and his lips are slightly cracked from the tension. You watch him for a moment, your heart racing at the sight of his condition, before speaking softly, breaking the tense silence between you.

"Axel" you say in a whisper. He looks up, surprised to see you. His eyes, although filled with pain, still shine with a hint of affection when he sees you. Something inside you relaxes, although the pain of seeing what he has suffered remains sharp.

You approach him cautiously, gently touching his shoulder. The fragility in his posture breaks your heart. You can't let him stay like this, broken by the harshness of his training. "Come on, let me help you," you say, and he nods, although his lips seem to hesitate.

You guide him to the dressing room, where privacy allows them to be without the constant gaze of others. He closes his eyes as you begin to clean the wounds on his sides and arms, your hands trembling slightly as you touch his skin marked by the blows. Every time your fingers brush against his skin, you feel a heat growing inside you, a heat you don't know how to control. The tenderness of your gestures only increases the tension between the two of you.

The silence between you two is heavy, but it's the kind of silence that only happens when deep emotions intertwine. When you finish, you pause for a second, your eyes searching his, your breath uneven. There's something else in the air, something neither you nor he can ignore.

Suddenly, you can't wait any longer. You approach him without thinking, kissing him with desperation, as if that were the only way to release everything you've been holding back. The kiss is urgent, almost uncontrolled, and you feel how Axel responds, letting anxiety and desire mix between you. His hands slide down your back, pulling you towards him. The touch of his body envelops your mind, erasing any thought that isn't him, his closeness, his warmth.

"I've been waiting for you... too long," he whispers between kisses, his voice rough and filled with palpable need.

"I don't want you to suffer anymore," you reply, continuing to caress his face, as you feel him surrendering at the same time as you. Each touch, each sigh, brings them a painful but necessary comfort.

The pain and passion intertwine in a passionate kiss. Each moment is more intense than the last, as if they only needed this instant to release everything they had held back.

Your breathing becomes irregular when you feel Axel's anxiety growing. His hand slides under your waist, brushing your skin with his fingers, and you feel yourself melting, the heat inside you growing, spreading throughout your body. "Axel..." You whimper when his fingers begin to brush the button of your pants, each touch a heartbeat more in your veins.

"Yes..." he whispers, kissing the lobe of your ear. "I need you," he says, his lips tracing your throat. Your breathing becomes increasingly irregular, and you know you won't be able to wait much longer.

"I'm sorry..." You gasp. The tension in your bodies is palpable. Both know there is no turning back. All that exists in this moment is the desire, the need, and the need to free oneself from anxiety, from pain.

As soon as you finish speaking, you feel Axel's hand inside your pants, his fingers wrapping around your member, which throbs with anxiety. Your breathing is irregular, but you can't stop, you can't avoid the heat spreading through your body. Axel's mouth surrounds one of your nipples, his tongue gently caressing the sensitive skin, and a strong sigh escapes your throat as you feel his hand moving up and down at a rapid pace. The pressure of his fingers is intense, and you can't help but press your hips down.

"Axel..." you scream his name when the orgasm comes to you like a mantle of heat. You can barely control your movements, your body shakes as pleasure explodes within you, and you feel the pleasure cover every corner of your veins. Axel's hand keeps moving, prolonging the orgasm, until you can't take it anymore and collapse onto him.

Both of you remain like that for a moment, panting, savoring the sensation of the other body on yours. Axel gently caresses your neck while you catch your breath, and you kiss him softly, knowing that this moment is something more than just a sexual encounter. It's something more. It's the release of everything that has been held back, everything that is about to explode. It's the heat of their bodies, the pleasure of touching each other. It's Axel. Just Axel.

A moment later, you step back a bit to look at Axel, his eyes shining with a mix of pleasure and affection. Your hand gently brushes his face, caressing his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" you ask, with a hoarse voice, but full of affection.

"Yes," he says. His lips curve into a slight smile, and you kiss his forehead again before looking at him intently. "Do you want to do it?" he says, without breaking eye contact. The question is inevitable at this moment. You have felt it. You need it.

The truth is that you can't deny it any longer. What you have with Axel is something you can't fake, something that can only come from a true connection. The pleasure, the connection, everything blends in an intense moment between the two of you. You know you can't deny this opportunity.

You nod slightly, and the sparkle in Axel's eyes becomes more intense. His fingers caress your skin once more before moving up to your neck and kissing you gently.

"You must be sure. We can't stop in the middle of the road" he whispers as he kisses you, his hands wrapping around your hips. His member throbs against your thighs, and you can feel the tension in his body, the need to relieve the anxiety. You know Axel is right, but you can't stop now.

"I want to do it," you whisper before kissing his lips.

Both know what to expect from this encounter. It's an opportunity to let go, to seek release in this intense moment. And it is inevitable that the orgasm will come soon for Axel, his muscles tense with anxiety.

"It's okay" he says, in a low and raspy voice. His lips caress your cheeks before moving down to your chest. "Don't stop" he whispers in a mix of need and desire."

"No... I will" you say as you begin to slide your hand down. Each second is more intense, the pleasure and heat spreading through their bodies. Your hand wraps around his member, and you feel his hard erection in your hand, the muscles of his thighs tense with every movement. The need in his eyes is palpable, and you can't wait any longer to relieve his anxiety.

Your hand moves up and down to the rhythm of his gasps, you feel his breath quicken, and suddenly you can't wait any longer to kiss him. His mouth takes over yours, his tongue tracing your lips as your hand moves faster, the heat between your bodies growing. Axel's breathing quickens with each passing moment, and you feel that he is close to reaching his peak.

"God..." he says with a breathless voice, his body trembling with each touch. "I'm... close" he pants.

"Do you want me to continue?" you ask.

"Yes... please" he whispers. The need is palpable in his eyes, and you feel a wave of heat wash over you as you hear his words.

"Then don't stop," Axel whispers, as his hand rests on your arm. "Please, don't stop" he gasps as his breathing becomes increasingly irregular."

Your hand moves a little faster, feeling how his member throbs between your fingers. His gasps grow in intensity, and you know he is very close. Suddenly, you feel a spasm in her muscles, and her body shakes, a stifled scream escaping her lips. The sensation of the orgasm is more intense than you could imagine, a moment of pure release for both of you. You feel the tension in his muscles as he reaches orgasm, and you can't help but kiss his lips once more, savoring the pleasure of the moment. His fingers cling to your arms as he collapses onto you, exhausted but satisfied.

You both stay like that for a moment, savoring the pleasure that has just occurred. You can feel how his body gradually relaxes, and how his breathing returns to normal.

"Thank you," Axel says a moment later, his lips kissing your cheek. "Thank you for helping me. You are incredible" he says softly.

You smile, your hand caressing his chest, savoring his closeness. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Axel" you say, your voice rough but full of truth.

And in this moment, you know it's true. There is nothing you wouldn't do for Axel, even if it's just being here, in this moment of release.

[ahalliance]

i think a crucial aspect of the codebreakers dynamic that is sometimes overlooked is how likewise enamoured phil is with étoiles . like étoiles is the god of praising and hyping people up so people tend to focus on how much étoiles thinks phil is the coolest guy ever but do not forget that phil also thinks étoiles is the coolest fucking guy to ever guy he will never pass up an opportunity to talk about how cool and strong and funny étoiles is . their relationship is built on their mutual ‘WOW this guy is awesome’ feelings for one another and it is amazing

[curiosity-killed]

wip wednesday

Callebero had never hated anyone until he met the Capallan king. He had not known how much he did hate him until he saw the walls of the city rising from the sand, how that hatred could fill him like a scouring flame until he was sick on how much he wanted him to suffer. Devolt stood before him now, with grey curling in his hair and new wrinkles by his eyes and mouth, and Callebero felt—tired. Spent. He had had chances to kill the king before. He had not stayed his hand out of mercy or a sense of honor or nobility. First, when he took Tikana, Callebero had let him live because he would live the rest of his life with the weight of Callebero’s boot against his neck and he would not be made a martyr to rally his people in rebellion. Then, when he had attacked the camp, Callebero had spared him because Jisel, incomprehensibly, did not want her father to die. Catterik had been furious. He’d fumed, seethed, hissed out all the ways Jisel was implicated in the attack—her arrival the night before, the blood on her hands, the knife shoved in her belt. When Callebero did not sway in his decision, he’d subsided only because Callebero was Alir’s child and Catterik loved Alir.

sometimes Callebero takes after his mom in military focus and legacy and sometimes he takes after his mom by getting a military commander to fall hopelessly in love with him

[blujayonthewing]

I'm really glad elyss came several years before melliwyk, because mel's alignment shift from chaotic neutral to chaotic good sometimes feels a little embarrassing in an 'I can't keep my own feelings to myself for the sake of committing to the bit' sort of way, but the counterpoint to that is that elyss, steadfastly true neutral, just simply Does Not Care about anyone other than her own loved ones or anything outside her own immediate interest no matter how much I sometimes wish she would

[ct-hardcase]

just remembered that we still haven't like. addressed the fives thing in tbb