#the way every time each of them fuck their partners they suddenly start think about what the other is cooking up lmfao

[earlgodwin]

"Neither character was really in power. She was always second to a King, and Godwin never had any power because he's just some guy. So, despite them being the two most intelligent characters in the entire show, they couldn't just go out and do something. What's interesting is that they also didn't align on what their ambitions were. But whereas Emma is more overt and expresses her feelings, doubts, and concerns about Godwin, Godwin is just much better at keeping his cards played close to his chest."

— DAVID OAKES

[quaintii]

To be with you is all I want.

Warnings: breeding kink, slight choking, p with plot, fem!reader. Very passionate smut below! A slight spoiler of Atsv. torture, bodily harm, and blood!!! trigger warning !!!

enjoy 💖💖!!

You and Miguel have always been each other's partner in capturing anomaly's. Yet Miguel always suggested that you stay back, away from harm. But you continuously refused his request, you couldn't be inside your apartments, walking around in circles, wondering if he's fine or not. Worry runs through your bloodstream, every second, same goes for Miguel but worse. He worries every second that you'll die because of him.

In the middle of the night, you kept rustling back and forth in your bed, trying to grasp onto something. Someone. You immediately wake up and realize Miguel has gone off to a mission without even warning you about it. You are furious and quickly put on your suit and ask Lyla to find out where he is. You swing your way into a weird, black-noir universe. It looked bleak and darkly cynical. You figured that Miguel was using Spider-Man noir's backup. The atmosphere was so thick, you almost choked as you weren't adjusted to some multiverses. You caught a whiff of smoke and fire.

Your Spidey senses then took the lead and you finally found where Miguel was. You were incredibly furious with him but you couldn't think of that right now. Miguel was fighting Morlum. You've constantly heard slight whispers about him, especially from Miguel. What you can take from what you already know, Morlum has tried hijacking the multiverses and he is seeking to find the spider totems and take control of HQ. You swing your way in but your Spidey senses react too slow to a crashing wall heading your way.

Luckily, you crotch down to avoid it as best as you could. It leaves quite a big injury on you though. Your forearm now has a big open slit trailing down in blood, due to the concrete building. It was a deep cut. When Miguel felt someone else at the scene, he happened to lay eyes on you, he was worried you would severely bleed out. The blood wouldn't stop. His eyebrows furiously furrowed together and he clenched his jaw and tried his best to focus on Morlum. Spider-noir was throwing many walls towards Morlum, trying to crush him to pieces. Mush.

Miguel used his red lasso and webs to tie down Morlum's legs together, causing him to fall down. But Morlum uses his super strength to make the floor below him fall. Ensuring his legs to finally let go. The floor completely crumbles and produces a ton of dust. You wipe your dust off your suit and can seem to see anything. Your hearing is very sensitive so they start ringing as metal scratches at each other due to the collapse. You sense someone near you and before you have time to turn around and web them, they hold your back against their chest.

"Wow, you sure seem like a good piece of bait for me to use!" Morlum says enthusiastically. "You look pretty cute too..too bad I have to kill you." "NO! No, get your fucking hands off her, you fucking shitbag. She's not a part of this, let her go." Miguel yells.

Morlum holds a knife at your throat so suddenly, you shiver with terror, running through your blood. Your flight or fight turns on, and you don't look like you have an option. This man has such a strong hold onto your body, you can't even let alone, move a muscle. "You seem to be quite concerned about this woman, well that puts you to more use!" Morlum chuckles. Miguel's eyes filled with absolute trepidation. His breathing becomes rougher, he begins to hyperventilate. He can't imagine ever losing you, he can't lose another dear loved one again. He can't imagine the pain of two, let alone one. Morlum pushes the knife closer into your skin, carving a light line. Miguel's jaw clenched harder than a rock. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know where spider-noir went.

You were trembling with fear, tears swelled your eyes. You felt like this was all your fault, because you're always so stubborn and never bother to ever listen to Miguel. Your lips quiver as you bite down on your lips, hard enough to draw out blood. You felt like all of this was a dream, you hoped for it to be one. Miguel moved a few inches, trying to grab you out of his grasp. Morlum then threatened to stab you in the liver if Miguel moved any closer. Miguel's body felt like he was being stabbed with thousands of knives. Morlum would make small cuts around your body, some deep, some shallow. Miguel yells "Mierda!" with a hurtful tone, he secretly advises Lyla to send backup immediately. He was too scared to breathe, fearing he could easily lose you in a second. You both stared at each other, a wholeheartedly look within fear hiding behind it. Miguel was trying to reassure you that everything was going to be ok. "Esta bien, mi vida. Te voy a sacar de esto, te lo juro, amor. Amas quedate quieta." Miguel's expression was drowning in helplessness.

"She seems like quite a trophy, Miguel! I can see you do have quite a taste." Morlum licks your cheek and nibbles a bit at your neck. Your huge discomfort grows more and you can't stop crying. Miguel was revolted by this, clenching his knuckles till his blood went cold, white. He felt like his jaw was about to lock and break. "Don't touch her! You keep your repugnant self away from her." Miguel yelled with an immense amount of hatred. Both of your guys' Spidey senses tingle as you feel other Spidermen approaching the situation. They all work collectively to pick up a razor sharp platform, sending it straight towards Morlum's head. Before Morlum could sense what was coming towards him, you immediately tuck your head and his grip on you releases. His head was sliced off clean. Blood guzzling out of his body. Before you could fall weakly on your knees, Miguel runs towards you, carrying you in his arms bridal style. He hugs you so tightly and you both tear up together.

"I thought I almost lost you, amor. I can't ever imagine losing you, ever. You're my everything." Miguel says as he places you grabs ahold of your cheeks, wiping away the blood and tears off of your cheeks. Giving you long, passionate kisses to you. Pecks on your forehead too. The amount of reassurance made you feel more at ease and comfortable.

Miguel continues to carry you in bridal style on the way home. He opens the window to your guys' bedroom and heads to the bathroom. He keeps showering you with a lot of love and reassurance. "Mi amor, te amo, por favor nunca vuelvas a hacer eso. Mi corazón ya mero se murió. Te amo demasiado, princesa. I couldn't bear seeing you being hurt, ever. I love you so, so much." He said while holding your body from behind. You were between his thighs, you laid your head back onto his chest, hearing his heart thump loudly. The bathtub was so warm, you could stay like this with him for hours. You loved Miguel. And he loved you too.

Both of your bodies emit more heat and the warmth calmly engulfs you both. You were both now clean, Miguel got out first and dried himself off. Despite seeing him nude multiple times before, you loved seeing him like that. He then wrapped a bath towel around his lower waist. Then grabs your hand and lets the water drain. He wrapped a towel over your body. Letting you stay warm. Then he dried yours and his hair with the hairdryer. You loved how much he put focus and care into you. You would return the same back too by giving him massages, going out on walks, seeing movies, etc.

Miguel then caught your eyes wandering around his body, he slightly smirked. "Take a picture to look at me for longer, mi vida." Miguel said while sneering. "Porque? Cuando te tengo enfrente de mi, cariño. I can't ever take my eyes off of you, you're so handsome." You say while heading towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and rustling his hair. He then pushed his lips against yours. Unfolding a deep, passionate, needy kiss. Your tongue wrapped with his. The smell of skin filled your nose, your fluttering heart thumped more and more. The soft taste of his plump lips on yours, his warm embrace against your chest as both towels fall on the floor. His gentle hands reaching your body, aching to be touched. His hands roams to your neck and hair, proceeding down to your hips. You then jump onto his chest and he grabs a hold of your hips. You both try not bumping into the door and open it while still kissing.

Your mind was starting to turn dizzy and foggy. He gently placed your chest on top of the bed. Giving you pecks and small bites along your spine, making you shiver. He softly turned you around. Both of your guys' lips magnetized. Not letting go, not even for a gasp of air. Miguel positions his back against the bed frame, pulling you on his hip, holding you in a lotus position. Your chest touching him enlightens fire down your core. Your nipples perked from the amount of arousal growing down your core. "You're the most beautiful, sosphicasted, intelligent, erotic, loving woman I've ever known and loved my whole life." Miguel said with a soft tone. Whispering it in your ear. Nibbling it softly, pulling out small moans out of your mouth. "Susurro estas palabras solo para que el mundo las escuche. Tu eres mi mundo entero, mi amor." Miguel said while groaning against your neck. Your head slightly goes back, you bite your lower lips. "Miguel, please more.. I want you to touch me more." You say with a hint of desperation and begging. "No muñeca.. we have the whole night to ourselves right now. Let me cherish and worship your body.

Miguel slides his fingers across your cunt, pulling it to your face. You moan to the touch of his rough fingers on your slick wetness."Look how soaking wet you're for me, cariño. Let me put that pussy to use, si? ¿Quieres eso, amor?" Miguel said softly with admirable eyes boring into yours. You nod slowly, groaning as he picks you by the hips. He then placed the head of his cock against your entrance. Your cunt twitched at the heat emitting from his breath against your neck. He then slammed you onto his cock, reaching your cervix.

You feel your body's nerves crashing down, the pleasure makes you feel so full. You moan erotically against Miguel's chest, cursing under your breath. "F-fuck Miguel, I feel you in my stomach.. you're so big. It's t-too much f'me.." you say between pants. "I love having you like this muñeca. I can't ever lose you, understand?" Miguel said softly. "God your body does unimaginable things to me, cariño." He cups his rough, big hands around your ass, slapping it as he begins bringing your hips and down his cock. Miguel stared at your beautiful face, saying incoherent words and the seductive expressions you would make. Your mouth being agape, gasping for air as Miguel would push every oxygen in you out of your body with a simple thrust of his cock. Your cunt spasms as Miguel grabs your throat softly. "Look at me, amor. I wanna see your pretty face getting fucked." Miguel said with a lustful tone. His eyes never let go of yours. You tried your best to not roll your eyes to the back of your head and kept eye contact with him.

More fire enlightened deep inside your core when Miguel's cock twitched when you reached for his neck, nibbling on it, leaving hickies. Miguel returning the same for you. Both of you are groaning and moaning, loudly. Not having a care of who could hear the both of you. The pleasure was towering over your body and your cunt uncontrollably spasms when Miguel said, "Cum around my cock for me, amorcito. Do it. Make me cum. I want my babies inside of your gorgeous body. M-mierda.." As you ride your orgasm out, Miguel's pace fastens, leaving you with tremendous overstimulation that leaves your throat choking out screams and wails for him to stop. A few more thrusts and he finally pumps his seed inside of you. Small droplets of tears leave your eyes, Miguel wipes them away by kissing them. "You did good f'me, baby. I love you so much." "I love you so much more than you could even imagine, Miguel. Te amo cariño."

Miguel finally pulls out of you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Miguel then grabs a couple of small towels to clean you up. He then gave you your loungewear as he clothed himself with his boxers and shorts. You tie up your hair into a messy bun, then turn to lay beside Miguel. His arm hugging around your body, pulling you close. His chest against your face, both of you easily fall asleep.

:33 hai guys this took me Abt 1 hr n a half to do! This was really fun to do, please send more requests! Love u all ! <3

[honeymark]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ㅡ

click 〔 here 〕 for the hyung line.

˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 :: hi miss soojin ! could u write smth ab 127 comforting their insecure gf ? thank u so much ! ´ˎ˗

⇢ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 feels the most secure when you’re by his side, so he’s quick to notice when you start pulling away from him. at first, it was the texts — on the days you didn't see each other, you'd always text him throughout the day, even though you knew you wouldn't get a written response. it's not that he didn't read them; he was too busy with work to respond, so he'd always react with a thumbs up or a simple "haha." but then, your daily text threads stopped. he knew you had your own life, so he assumed you were too busy to send updates, but the nightly phone calls stopped, too. did he do something wrong? did you find someone else? what the fuck was going on?

he waits until the weekend to talk about it, and he listens attentively as you open up about wanting to be “less clingy and annoying.” he takes your hand in his with soft, cool fingers in a reassuring grip. “i didn’t know you felt this way, y/n,” he says softly. he presses a light kiss to your knuckles before delicately pulling you into a warm embrace. “you aren’t clingy or annoying, baby. you’re the cutest person in the world, and in a perfect world, i’d spend the rest of my life right by your side. nothing is as special as the time we spend together, and that includes reading your daily updates and watching all the tiktoks you send me and falling asleep to your soft snores on our nightly facetime calls. i love it all, and i love you, so don’t pull away from me, please?”

⇢ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎 isn’t one to ruminate on the past, mainly because he tends to overthink and overanalyze every little detail in a sticky situation. that being said, it would be a blatant lie to say that he hasn’t looked into your former relationships and partners. he’s matured enough over the years to keep his jealousy in check, but no matter how much time he spends with you, he just can’t seem to shake off a lingering insecurity that’s convinced him he isn’t fulfilling your needs…

which is why he’s all the more surprised when you bring up the same insecurities to him. he listens without judgement or interruption as you express how you’ve been feeling, his heart aching as you tearfully open up about not being enough for him. he waits for you to finish before enveloping you in a tight hug, and he thanks you for being vulnerable with him, reminding you that your feelings and concerns are valid. he gets carried away with listing all of the qualities he loves about you, and he doesn’t stop until you seal his lips yourself with a kiss. “there’s nothing to compare, my love. no one holds a candle to you. you’re the one for me, i mean it!”

⇢ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 knew from the moment you met that there was no hope for him; he was going to fall head over heels in love with you. it’s been five years since then, and his affection for you has only increased tenfold. he truly admires everything about you, from your ability to understand and empathize with others, to your independence and strength, to your resilience and readiness to bounce back from any setback, to your creativity and ridiculous sense of humor. of course, he appreciates your beauty (something that he reminds you of very frequently, especially at night 🤠), but more than anything, he loves you for who you are and genuinely cherishes the depth of your connection.

so, unsurprisingly, he’s concerned by how suddenly adamant you are about not wanting to get dressed in front of him, something you’ve been doing for years now. at first, he doesn’t think much of it; you reserve the right to privacy, and he respects that, but it goes on for over a week. he’s sure something is bothering you, and his suspicions are confirmed by how you immediately burst into tears when he asks you about it. he holds you in a firm embrace as you describe how insecure you feel because of your stretch marks and acne scars. nothing hurts his heart more than to hear you disparage yourself, and he waits until you calm down to share his thoughts.

"it's okay to feel that way, babe. but i'm going to be honest...i think you're beautiful no matter what. who cares about stretch marks or acne scars? those are just nouns. they don't mean anything, and they definitely don't take away from how amazing of a human being you are. you’re beautiful, and i can’t get enough of you.”

⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 is the first man you’ve ever met who’s been able to intellectually and humorously keep up with you, and you haven’t given him a chance to escape from your grip ever since (not that he’s ever wanted to, of course). the two of you met in college, and after months of constantly riffing off each other, you made the first move and confessed your feelings in an uncharacteristically sincere way. it’s been a few years since then, and while it’s undeniable that you two have the most fun when you’re together, you start to wonder if he really loves you. it’s not that your relationship was necessarily lacking anything; you two were plenty intimate, both emotionally and physically, but…it still couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

it’s one of those “let’s order pizza and rot on the couch for hours” kinds of nights when you finally find the courage to ask him, “do you love me?” he hears you, but it’s clear he doesn’t take you seriously; he doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone as he answers with a sarcastic “of course not.” he waits for you to respond with some sort of witty comeback, but you don’t. he glances up and nearly drops his phone on his face when he sees you tearing up. he immediately asks if you’re okay, and he solemnly listens as you make light of your insecurities. he pulls you into a rough hug and kisses you, his lips soft and sweet against yours. “shit, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were feeling this way. of course i love you. y/n, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and i’m sorry that i don’t say it enough. i love you, baby. i love you so much.”

[onlyjaeyun]

but how would daddy enha hyung line react to u going into sub space after an intense fucking? like they would be fucking amazing me thinks

heeseung is always mesmerized and fascinated whenever you fall into your sub soace because he's never had anyone trust him as much as you do and he's always determined to make it a good experience for you. he's careful and calm, showers you in compliments and speaks softly, his voice and every single one of his words dipped in honey as he takes care of you and enjoys the way you've let go of every other thought to give yourself to him and him only. never once lets go of you and waits for you to fall asleep in his arms, yet refuses to leave even then, despite having to wash up himself because he doesn't want to risk you waking up to an empty bed. seungie always takes mental notes of things you say with your brain completely shut off, his heart hammering against his chest when you let out a soft "daddy" calling for him when he's taken a moment of your sleepiness to actually get up and get you some water, only to kiss you gently until dou fall back asleep with the softesg pout on your lips.

jongseong is overwhelmed at first because he's never experienced any of his other partners enter a sub space as intense as yours but he quickly adapts and comes to love it maybe even a little too much. your little whines and whimpers as he pulls out and pulls you into his arms, caressing your face and littering your skin in gentle kisses as he lets you know how proud he is of you is what he look forward to the most. jongie just can't process rhe fact you'd feel so safe and comfortable with him to actually let yourself go like this, which is why he's even more gentle and softer with you. sometimes he can't help but giggle at just how deep you seem to be lost because none of your sentences make sense, little "daddy"s and other words falling past your lips as you barely manage to keep your eyes open. spends hours with his aftercare bc he wants to make sure you don't drop and enjoy every bit of a space as precious as this one.

jaeyun always slows down whenever he notices the first signs of your mind slowly slipping into a space he's learned to love in a way he would have never expected. when you irst told him about it, it seemed scary but after so long, he's figured it all out and sometimes can't even wait for you to finally let go of everything else and let your daddy take care of you just how you deserve it. most of the time jaeyun refuses to pull out right away, just pulling you closer to his chest and whispering soft little praises in your ear, talking about what a lucky daddy he is for having a baby as good and perfect as you. he sometimes catches himself watching you with actual hunger roaming his veins, and sometimes you'll let him eat you out just one more time, however most of the time he suppresses it snd just enjoys the trust you put in him and his heart, determined to make each and every time as special as possible.

sunghoon always breaks into a soft chuckle when you suddenly start slurring your words, none of them making sense besides your little pleas and the soft chanting of the title, subconsciously letting him know where your brain has arrived. you're just so cute, so pretty and so..so vulnerable, sunghoon sometimes doesn't dare touching you in fesr of ruining this for you, and himself. most of the time he hasn't even filled you up yet, and never once have you stopped begging him to just please cum inside of you snd what kind of daddy would he be if he denied his baby something like that? he tries his best to be gentle and soft, rubbing your clit and praising you throughout his whole high before he showers you in kisses and gentle touches. sometimes he's so mesmerized by the was you look at him, he actually can't help but tear up because of how much he appreciates being the person you feel comfortable and safe enough to get this far. and once he's composed himself again, he runs the two of you a bath and goes through your whole night time routine just to have you fall asleep in his arms as soon as he starts talking about just how much he loves you.

[leclerckarma]

Want you — Charles Leclerc

You and Charles don’t get along, or so you think.

Word count — 1,6k

warnings: +18. enemies to lovers vibes. please don't read if you feel uncomfortable. Minors don't interact!

You and Charles didn’t like eachother. There was no way you could spend more than five minutes with him without wanting to put your hands around his neck. The first time you met was when your friend invited you to the paddock to go see her boyfriend and you met Charles. From that moment on, the fire had burned between you.

The rest of the times you had crossed paths resulted in fights, mistreatment and crosstalk. You hated Charles Leclerc from the bottom of your heart and believed the feeling was mutual.

That night your friends had invited you to a party and had disappeared within minutes. They were traitors.

"Ma chérie, come over here."

You heard Charles' voice and his deep accent. You even turned to look at him, the last time you saw him that night, he was sitting in an armchair with a girl. He probably got himself a new girlfriend, you knew how quickly men like him changed partners.

A moment later, you felt a hand wrap around your hip. You turned around to start insulting the person who thought to have the right to touch you, until you saw it was Charles. He was touching you intimately and smiling, a smile that made him look even more attractive than he already was. You liked him badly, the worst thing is that you liked him badly because every time he bothered you, you wanted to shut up his mouth with a kiss. Leclerc was bad for your health and your pride.

"Say you’re with me, the girls are being annoying."

You looked at him with disgust, you were not a little girl who indulged in his charms. Even if the man was beautiful, even if he caught your eye, you wouldn’t pretend to be with him.

"Get out of here, man up and tell them you’re not interested."

Charles stopped glancing at the girls and looked only at you.

"Man up?"

"Yeah, it seems like you don't have balls."

Saying that, you left him alone, looking for your friends. You went out into the yard and saw that one of them was kissing one of Charles’s friends. You didn’t dare go near it, so you just walked back into the house and took out your cell phone. You texted them that you were going to the party and before you set foot outside the house, you went to find a bathroom.

You went upstairs and found it, once you washed your hands and walked out, you bumped into someone. You were about to apologize when you saw it was Charles.

"Oh, it’s you." you said, making a complaint.

"You're the worst. I'm so tired of you."

You let out a laugh without any grace.

"Tired of me? Your life must be boring, because you have nothing else to do but bother me."

Suddenly, Charles pushed you into the bathroom. You were about to give him a punch, when he reached out his hand and grabbed you firmly by the neck. Shit. You stared at him, expecting some movement from him. Charles held his mouth close to yours, hoping for some reaction, that you would say some insult but unlike the other times, you were silent. You were waiting to see what he did.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?"

The monegasque took the opportunity to bring his mouth closer to his and close the distance. You gasped in his mouth. Kissing Charles was blistering, not a sweet man or a man who spent his time, neither was he shy. He kissed you like he was dehydrated and your mouth was the only thing in his grasp. And you were loving it, even if you were playing with fire.

At that point, you no longer owned your body or your own senses. Each kiss made you more excited.

"Someone's needy." he whispered, walking away and attacking your neck with his mouth.

"Fuck you, Charles."

Charles continued to kiss your neck, leaving marks that you would surely regret later. The bathroom was too small to move, but he pushed you up the sink and started touching you with his hands. You used to hate his touch, but now you felt it was all you needed. All you could do was let go and enjoy the moment. You were wearing a dress, so Charles took it up to your stomach and he could see your underwear.

"Did you say you hated me? It doesn’t seem like you did. You're wet."

"I'm not wet for you, there were a lot of attractive men downstairs." you were never gonna admit to him that he was guilty of making you feel that way. He let out a laugh that reached the fabric of your underwear.

"That’s weird, because every time I saw you, you were watching me. I like it when you get jealous, by the way."

The Ferrari driver wouldn’t let you answer instantly, he ran a finger through the folds of your vagina, without having taken off his underwear.

God, Charles was very good with his hands.

"I’m not jealous, I wasn’t looking at you."

You barely understood what you were saying and what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted Leclerc to keep his hands on you, and preferably in your sex.

"Well, I was looking at you. I couldn't stop myself tonight. Seeing you in that dress made me hard."

Charles took it upon himself to run your thong to the side, and began to move his fingers. You tried to bite your mouth and avoid letting out moans, but it was impossible because he was very good with what he was doing. Your whole body was receptive, every sigh, every breath made everything burn. Your skin burned.

You looked down and found that he was looking at you intently, looking for your reactions.

"I'm really enjoying the view. It's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty."

"Oh, Charles."

Charles worked you with great attention and skill, moving his fingers as if it was the only reason he lived. The orgasm was slowly arming in your system and when you finally arrived, the driver brought his mouth and left you a kiss in your pussy. Shit, shit, shit. How were you gonna get Charles out of your head if that moment was gonna be remembered forever? How could you look him in the face and keep fighting if you knew the only way they could agree?

"You are beautiful."

Charles said in your ear and you put your mouth to his. You looked at him for a moment, not knowing if it was a good idea to kiss him. Without waiting another moment, the pilot kissed you and began to drop his pants.

You could hear the music from downstairs, the party was still going on and your friends were probably thinking that you had gone home, if they had separated from the people they were with and read your message. However, something much more interesting was happening in that bathroom.

Charles took a condom from somewhere and put it on him, not before he looked at you for your consent. You nodded your head and bit your lip, seeing Charlrs so on the edge, so wild and aggressive, you wanted him to pour all his anger into you.

"You said I don't have balls, I want to see you now."

Charles' threat was clear.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, your nails stuck in his back, over his shirt. He moved his hips, causing the friction between his cock and your pussy to make you see stars. The only thing that came out of your mouth were groans and his name, while he made you swallow all the insults you had once said against him.

"Please, Charles."

"Please, what? For someone who used to talk too much, now you look very quiet. Talk to me."

You no longer knew what you were asking, there was a cruel way in which he was using you as he wanted. You wanted his hand to go back to your neck, so you extended your arm and took his right hand, Charles put his hand back into your skin, while he held you like no one ever had before. With his hand on your neck, his concentration and your groans, you lost track of time and the supposed enmity.

"Keep it up, please. Don’t stop."

"You’re in no position to give me orders."

"Fuck you."

His lips came up to you and he left kisses on your cheek, God, you were about to cry and Charles loved making you feel so on the edge. Sweat was beginning to build up on his forehead and a sweaty Charles was too much for your ovaries. He bit his lip and kept up the pace, although it was a matter of time before you both came to orgasm.

It was wild, it was brutal and it was exactly what you needed. It was impossible to hold on any longer and when his mouth approached yours to give you a kiss, the two reached the climax. You let out a scream in his mouth and his lips bumped into yours, you bit his lip to make him pay for all the ways he made you angry, the times he treated you like a fool and all the stupid fights.

You both looked at each other silently, you didn’t know what to say. You had never had quiet moments, so the silence felt strange. His hand was still on your neck and his dick was still inside you.

"Good thing I know how to keep you quiet now."

[blindmagdalena]

I just had the cutest idea. So imagine a virgin reader who is absolutely an anxious mess the first time she has sex with Homelander cause she’s worried she won’t be any good. Only for him to nut super quick and be embarrassed because he thinks he disappointed her. Cue lots of snuggles and sweet sappy sex as they learn each other without the pressure of being “perfect” because the ice is already broken.

18+ 🖤

God, because how could you not be intimidated? Surely Homelander's had dozens of partners, probably each of them more experienced than you. Even as he's kissing his way down your throat, your nerves are dancing themselves into a wild fray. He feels so good inside you, the burn of something new and thick having blossomed into divine heat and pressure. He's mumbling something against your skin, but you can't make out exactly what. Your heartbeat is too loud in your ears, thundering like a storm. He's as warm as the sun against you, and stronger than you can wrap your mind around, but you can't get yourself out of your own head. You feel hyper aware of your own body, of every sound you make, desperate to at least compare to what you're certain he's had before.

"What's wrong?" Homelander asks, his voice snapping you out of the echo chamber in your head. You startle, realizing he's stopped moving.

"I—" You stop, biting your tongue. His eyes are blown black, the blue of them barely there. He's staring at you with such rapt, ravenous attention. The weight of his stare immediately flushes another roll of heat through your body. When he's looking at you like this, everything else falls away. He's beautifully debauched, lips wet where you've kissed them, hair thoroughly mussed. Finally, it's as though you can feel him again. You can focus just on him, on the feeling of your bodies intertwining. Sucking in a breath, you say, "Keep going, just... Look at me, okay? I don't want you to look away."

Homelander's expression shifts from that aching, somewhat impatient concern to something else entirely. His eyes glaze over slightly at your words, and though he doesn't speak, he nods. He begins again to rock against you, grip digging into the soft underside of your thigh, each snap of his hips shooting pleasure through you. You moan quietly, a wholly involuntary sound, and for the first time, you don't immediately feel self conscious about it. You can see it affect him in real time, see the way his gaze flickers down to your lips, how he thrusts just a touch harder next time. You reward him with another breathy sound, and watch as his eyelids flutter briefly. "Good?" He asks, voice thick. You nod, lifting both hands, one to cup the side of his face while you push the other through his hair. "Mmhm, yes, good. That's so good," you say. You swear you feel him shudder against you. He's fucking faster now, braced above you with a hand on the bed, all these little noises escaping from between the clench of his teeth. Now that he's gotten you started, you can't seem to stop talking. You press your other leg against his side, a familiar prickling sensation you've only ever experienced by yourself climbing up your spine. With his eyes on you, nothing else matters. "Yes, mm, feels... feels so good. You feel so good, I—mm, that's it, so good, so good—" Homelander keens, screwing his eyes shut. For a split second, you worry something's wrong. You were just beginning to crest over the peak of that pressure when he stops suddenly, letting go a guttural sound from the back of his throat. Before you can question it, a gasp steals your breath away. Heat floods inside you unlike anything else you've ever experienced. Not only that, you can feel the pulse of his cock inside you, tight against your walls, spilling load after load. It's the most intense sensation you've ever felt in your life.

"Ffffuck," Homelander hisses, eyes closed still. "Fuck, I—that wasn't supposed to—" His head drops, tucking into the crook of your neck suddenly. "When you—I didn't think you'd say that," he says quietly, catching his breath. "Sorry, just let me... Let me..." He's apologizing for coming. The realization is a slap to the face that you have to blink off, staring at the ceiling as you stroke his hair. "It... Hey, hey, it's okay," you say quietly, combing your fingers through his blonde strands. "It's okay. It felt really good. I liked it," you whisper, turning to kiss his temple. You're reeling from the shame in his voice, the way he's hiding himself in the crook of your neck. "Did you like it...?" You ask tentatively. Homelander huffs against your skin. "Too much." You can't help smiling at that, your own insecurities eased. He couldn't stop himself. He liked it so much, he couldn't stop himself from coming. "That makes me really happy," you softly. Drawing back, Homelander stares down at you, frowning slightly. "What?" "I was so nervous that I wouldn't be good enough for you," you confess, glancing away. "I was so in my head. I needed you to look at me just so I could stop thinking so much." "That..." Homelander's tongue runs along his teeth while he visibly processes your words. He exhales a little roughly. "You're fucking perfect." Looking back to him, you sigh a slightly teary little laugh, overwhelmed by the swell of emotions those simple words cause in you. "So are you."

After that, it's as though everything slows down. No longer hurried by the passion of the moment, you take your time with each other. Homelander doesn't have a scar or blemish on his entire body, but you do discover a birthmark just below the jut of his right hip bone that you immediately develop an infatuation with, kissing incessantly. This is also how you learn he's mildly ticklish.

In turn, Homelander learns things about your body even you didn't know. He hones in quickly on every little spot that make you squirm, that make you moan or giggle, sometimes both. You feel like a livewire under his touch, positively electrified, but those initial anxieties have cooled to nearly nothing. You take breaks just to hold each other. You drift in and out of sleep, though you don't think he does. He's watching you when you wake up. He smiles at your sleepy expression. The two of you kiss. You slide your hand down his chest, and he shudders all over again. You may not have super powers, but you've learned today that you have power nonetheless. You can't wait to see what else the two of you can do.

[777-maple]

How I manifest everything

From someone who has been doing this for 3 years.

Table of context

1. EXCESS POTENTIAL

2. DO NOT GIVE A FUCK

3. FIND THE METHOD THAT WORKS BEST FOR YOU

4. DISCIPLINE

5. YOU DO NOT NEED TO DO MORE

6. 4V1

7. HOW NEGATIVES ARE ACTUALLY HUGE SIGNS

8. AFFIRMATION TAPES

EXCESS POTENTIAL:

Every time I've been overly fixated on manifesting something, it never quite works out. I've come to realize that relying solely on a manifestation for happiness creates a sense of lack. So, when the manifestation seems elusive, and I start feeling hopeless, I remind myself that I can find happiness independent of that specific outcome. I can be content right now and for the rest of my life, even if this thing never materializes.

Take the scenario of people manifesting their significant others. Relying entirely on that person for happiness isn't healthy. Even outside the realm of manifestation, your partner shouldn't be your sole source of joy. If the idea of not having them makes you believe you'll never be happy again, it's time to shift focus. Instead of obsessing over manifesting them back, it's about working on your self-concept and having a healthier perspective on relationships. I love my boyfriend, but if he left suddenly, I'd be sad, not thinking my life is over. It's about having a mindset that even if this particular thing doesn't work out, I'm still deserving of happiness and that happiness will come to me one way or another. And this may seem counterintuitive, however this is not me saying that you won’t manifest your desire and that you should be okay with that. I am saying that you need to be happy with or without because the 3d should never dictate your happiness.

DO NOT GIVE A FUCK:

Mastering manifesting requires not caring about the drama in the 3D world. Imagine unwanted things happening, and you just shrug it off, saying, "I don’t give a fuck." Add a bonus of "This will work out anyway." If your specific person hasn't replied, don't panic. Embrace the "IDGAF" mindset. "I don't give a fuck that they haven't texted back; they love me, and they'll reach out any minute now." After dropping this wisdom, distract yourself from the negativity. Watch a show, dance, listen to music—anything to divert attention. It's about cutting the drama and letting the universe do its thing. Repeat this as many times as necessary.

I applied this recently when two friends were dating, and I believed they weren't right for each other and I hated the way she treated him. Despite seeing them be all couplely in the 3d, I persisted in imagining their breakup. I would affirm occasionally “They are in the process of breaking up, I know that they’re about to break up”. After a week, they stopped hanging out, and eventually, they unfollowed each other. It took about two weeks.

FIND THE METHOD THAT WORKS BEST FOR YOU:

Honestly, none of the typical manifestation methods clicked with me. Affirmations gave me a headache, visualization overwhelmed me, meditation wasn't my go-to, and scripting bored me. So why don’t I like the holy grail of robotic affirmations? I appreciate affirmations, but I can't do them robotically 24/7; it's too stressful. I tried robotic affirming for two years without success. The key is finding a method you enjoy, not just focusing on its efficiency. If you don't enjoy your chosen method, find one that brings you joy. I have seen probably hundreds of robotic affirmation success stories, but since I never enjoyed affirming 24/7 it never worked for me. Ill get into my preferred method in a bit. But find one you enjoy.

DISCIPLINE:

Discipline used to be a challenge, but I realized it's crucial for manifesting. I stay disciplined by choosing a method, setting a 90-day goal, and eliminating distractions. I unsubscribed from manifestation coaches, delete twitter, tumblr, fb, and block tarot readers. Manifestation shouldn't become a distraction. Don’t let manifestation become your new Netflix. I no longer follow my favorite manifestation coaches, not because I dislike them, but because they served their purpose. I honestly do believe this step is crucial but a lot of people may not want to do it.

YOU DO NOT NEED TO DO MORE:

One day, it hit me that I rarely entertain opposing thoughts like “This won't work.” Instead, I find myself thinking, “I need to do more for this to work.” Identifying your specific limiting belief is crucial. In my case, I fell into a cycle of trying new methods because I believed I needed to do more. The pattern went like this: new method -> progress -> less progress/opposite results -> need to add a new method -> progress -> burnout -> giving up. Manifesting operates effortlessly 24/7, so consciously manifesting should be the same. Pick one method, stick to it, and trust it.

1v4:

Here's the affirming method I swear by (shoutout to GOATEDMANIFESTING on YouTube and TikTok– the only coach I actually care about and relate to 100%). I maintain a mental diet by monitoring my thoughts throughout the day. If a negative thought contradicts what I'm manifesting, I stop myself and affirm the positive opposite four times. For instance, if I think "He's getting bored of me," I counter it with affirmations like "No, he loves spending time with me; he's always excited to be around me." Repeat that four times, let go, and continue with what you were doing, all while keeping an eye on your thoughts. It's like facing four opponents in a fight – depending on the strength of the limiting belief, it might take some hits. If four people keep beating you up, even if you survive the first round, you would eventually give up.

HOW NEGATIVES ARE ACTUALLY HUGE SIGNS:

Everything only has meaning if you give it meaning. After observing the process of manifesting something new multiple times, I've noticed I often hit a sort of rock bottom. In the beginning, it involved a few days of confidence followed by uncertainty and worry. But persisting through it always led to improvement and successful manifestation. I've learned to assign a new meaning to these tough days – they're a massive sign that what I'm doing is imprinting on my subconscious. It's like my subconscious is "fighting back" against this foreign idea, but if I persist, it'll absorb and manifest. The resistance might show up as opposing dreams, intrusive thoughts, or even the opposite appearing in the 3D. Take it as a sign that after persisting, your subconscious will be impressed and manifest. Just stand firm during this time. Stand on business.

AFFIRMATION TAPES

This is my preferred method but imma just link a video that explains it better than I ever could plus I am tired of writing.

CONCLUSION

There is so so much more I have learned like how I don’t listen to depressing music anymore just shit that makes me feel confident, motivated or happy.

I have been obsessed with law of assumption for 3 whole years now and I know I still got a lot more to learn however this shit got me movement with my sp in 9 days after 2 years of hot and cold. It got me an A in my college algebra class even though it should be a B. It got my friend to end it with his toxic girlfriend. It got my other friend to end shit with her toxic best friend. I change my appearance and my confidence is through the roof and this is the first time in a while where I am completely content with my life.

There is a lot more I could talk about but thats for another day, these are just the main 7 points.

[sleeping-sirens]

breathing hard against each other !

warnings : angst in yeonjun, mentions of violence in taehyun, HEAVY angst in beomgyu. very fluffy in soobin and hyuka, some curse words (bullshit, fuck)

a/n : i’ve had this idea ever since i watched to-do ep 62, where they had to go inside those boxes and come out when they think what the member outside wrote on the board was about them. idk it just made my brain imagine some scenarios of them being very close to their partner in some way and breathing hard against them. i’m having a txt brainrot pls don’t judge me 😔 also requests are open !

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࣪₊♡𓂃 yeonjun : protecting you.

yeonjun was one of the most notorious mafia leaders out there. nobody could ever dare to come near his territory, which included his area, his team and his most prized possession; you. you were his everything and he ought to protect you and not let anyone mess with you. when it comes to his dirty work, he’s always tried to keep you hidden, shadowed away from naughty eyes and bad intentions.

but not always do things work as planned and yeonjun might just drop dead than to see you in danger because of him. when one of his operations failed miserably and your life was put on the line, his entire body caved in on him. when he got the phone call that you were kidnapped and tied to a chair inside an abandoned garage in the other area of the city, the world started turning the opposite way. he was so dizzy his ears started to buzz.

the way he drove to you with the help of his tracker was not human and when he got there and saw you in that state, head hanging low and body fragile to the touch, his knees went weak. he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. but he had to be strong,,,for you.

he quickly undid the ties that were around you, caressing your joints in the process and spluttering millions of apologies. he held you up in his arms and closer to his body, swiftly checking if you’re hurt in any way and delivering multiple kisses on your temple. you clutched tightly on his shirt when he started walking to the exit, too scared for your life. when you suddenly heard a crash, yeonjun had to make a subtle turn, pulling you into the closest wall. he put one hand around your waist and the other on the wall a few inches away from your head.

he was breathing so hard against you, his chest rising and falling at a speed you thought his heart was going to burst out at any moment. you knew he was scared, even more than you. when you placed your shaky hands on his chest, you felt his heart beating so fast inside his ribcage.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m soo sorry i put you through this,” he whispered with each breath, placing his plump lips on your forehead as he thinks of a way out.

you looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed, still breathing as hard as ever. little droplets of sweat had started to run down his forehead. when you gently put your icy fingers on his cheeks, his breath shuddered and his entire body felt cold.

“don’t apologize, we’ll find a way out. soon. i trust you.” you breathed against his chin, body clinging closer into him.

not long after, you heard the other members of his group make an intervention. that’s when yeonjun knew you were safe, knowing that he had the guys backing him up, you guys quickly and safely made it to his car, where he didn’t stop apologizing.

࣪₊♡𓂃 soobin : tickling each other.

every saturday evening is reserved for some time with soobin. whether you guys have to study together, go out for a hot drink at a cozy cafe or have a stroll around the city, you always made sure to spend time together. since you guys get so busy during the entire week, you always look forward to your saturdays together. this time, soobin planned a little night in at his place for you. it was a chilly saturday evening, which signaled just how perfect it was for a cozy date inside the premises of soobin's house, which was basically your home at this point.

you adjusted the big and fluffy scarf around your neck upon entering the convenience store. the variety of snacks and drinks caught your attention from every corner, very bright and colorful and you are right if you think you bought each of every snack your eyes landed on. you and soobin were not picky eaters so about anything and everything sounded right for you to buy. not to forget soobin's favorite snack, ice cream. you bought his favorite flavor and many other kinds for him to stock up in his fridge, and for you to steal later.

once you got everything, you literally bolted to his house, the air felt nice and refreshing but soobin's warm embrace sounded like a better idea. a few minutes later, your wish was granted and soobin was engulfing you in the biggest hug as if he hadn't seen you in months. you kissed each other on the cheeks before getting inside and putting the snacks away in the kitchen. he was astonished at how many you had bought, just how you were surprised to see the big fort he had built for the two of you in the middle of his living room.

"you're literally crazy, choi soobin!" you giggled as you tried to contain your happiness.

"says you who bought the entire convenience store?" he wondered from behind you, poking your sides.

you yelped and jumped two steps backwards, crashing right into his chest with your back. you fell right into his trap, and he started tickling you like crazy. you couldn't stand on your feet and getting away from him was a lost case, as he's got you wrapped around his body. the giggles coming out from your mouth were a fuel to his tickling attack and the more you begged him to stop, the more his smile just got wider and cuter, showing his cute dimples and bunny teeth.

"soobin! you will regret this!" you choked out between giggles and hard breaths, firing a light smack to his stomach with your elbow that made him fold in half and walk backward. this gave you the best opportunity to tackle him down.

he fell into the duvet he had spread out on the floor for the two of you, you positioned yourself on top of him, legs on either side of his body. you trapped his hands above his head, a crazy grin adorning your face. you weren't that strong, he just played along with you.

"you have three seconds to hold yourself accountable for making me laugh too hard my sides hurt," you said, holding your laughter and trying to stay as serious as you could.

"and if i don't?" soobin challenged you with a squint of his eyes, mouth falling into that small smile of his he always does when he's shy.

"then you'll receive my tickles!" you didn't let him react before you started attacking him with tickles and he was so weak from laughing to push you away.

after a good minute of just tickling each other back and fourth, you stopped. head feeling so light and breathing so hard you couldn't move, just now realizing how intimate the position you were in was. soobin smiled up at you, swiftly sliding his hands up your sides and pulling you closer to his face. his fast and deep breath tickling your face. you just kept smiling at each other like you were falling in love for the first time ever.

"i love you, you dork," he breathed out, brushing his nose against yours before kissing it.

࣪₊♡𓂃 beomgyu : kissing each other goodbye.

happily ever after was bullshit. you wanted to curse each and every romantic book you've ever read because it was all just a big lie. just an act. something to fool people with, to lure them into the temptation of always staying together with the love of your life, no breakups whatsoever and then hitting them with the hard reality that it's not supposed to work like that. there is always something that ruins every beautiful moment and that's life.

you hated this. you hated that one day you were happy with the love of your life and the next day you were in the place you used to call home, packing all your things and trying to erase every good memory from your brain.

it's not your fault this, it's not his fault that, you've heard a lot of this you wanted to go invisible. you loved beomgyu and he loved you so much, but in the middle of your journey you found that you were not good for each other. that you needed to grow apart from each other, that you still had to learn a lot of things, being that you needed to learn to love yourselves first before being ready to give love to each other.

the past couple of months with each other were just a spiral of arguments and misunderstandings that sent you into a bad mental and emotional state. instead of loving each other healthily, you began to depend on each other and instead of talking things out and communicating to avoid future problems, you found yourself gravitating back to each other and piling your emotions at the back of your hearts, until you both couldn't take it anymore.

you started firing insults that you didn’t mean at each other, just so you could see who could hurt the other the most. you cried into each other’s arms, hating yourselves but craving to hear the word love from one another. everyone around you saw how miserable you made each other feel, but you always concealed it with excuses like ‘we know we want to be with each other, that’s what matters to us.’ a lie from here and there, and you were good to go. but when night time comes, you were the only ones who knew how bad you hurt each other.

it had to come from someone. one of you had to step back from the relationship and warn the other. wake them up from the illusion, tell them that you were no good to each other. that if you keep going like this, you’ll go nowhere else but to an asylum. and you were the one who decided to put an end to this ongoing living hell. after a lot of debating, hot tears and quiet sobs. beomgyu didn’t agree at first, screaming and slamming his fist into anything his eyes landed on. but you ended up convincing him.

the sound of the door opening and closing stirred you out of your reverie. it was beomgyu. he was standing in the entrance of your shared bedroom, looking at you packing your bags with a heavy heart. you tried not to pay him any attention, although your heart turned into some sort of magnet, a powerful force trying to push you to him. but you bit your lip instead, so hard you tasted the blood on your tongue.

“so…this is it,” beomgyu whispered when you zipped up the last of your bags.

“i guess so,” you shrugged, looking down at your feet. you didn’t have any more time to waste, so you started taking out the bags from the bedroom.

seeing you struggling, beomgyu whispered, “let me at least help you,” it broke his heart seeing you, for the first time ever, not asking for help when you were with him.

you stayed quiet and let him do whatever he wanted. you didn’t have anything more to lose after all. standing by the door, you put your shoes on and your scarf around your neck, taking one last look at the house before stepping out. you didn’t cry, you had plenty of time to do that later.

but beomgyu couldn’t hide his pain. tears were messily sliding down his cheeks, face contorted into the most painful expression you’ve ever seen on him. eyes puffy and forehead filled with creases, he sniffled multiple of time before choking out a “wait!”

you stopped walking to the taxi, heart heavy and light headed. you had your back to him, you didn’t have it in you to turn to him, not now. not when he’s crying. not when you’re breaking apart. you felt him tug at your arm, before gently turning you over to him. he didn’t let go of you. and you didn’t push him away.

“can i kiss you?” he whispered, his warm breath turning into visible puffs of air in the cold weather. “just one last time…” he added as he got closer to you, leaning his forehead against yours with closed eyes. his long eyelashes feathering over his cheeks.

you didn’t fight back. when he went in for a kiss, you mirrored him immediately and your lips met in the middle of the way. it was rushed, hasty but passionate. full of apologies, of what-ifs, of we could’ve been the best couple out there, of we need to learn to love ourselves first, of i will miss you with my whole heart, of i will miss you even more, of i can’t live without you, of oh yes you can and you have to, of i need to go now, of i can’t seem to let go of you.

but you had to pull away from him, lips swollen and breathing so hard against each other. beomgyu bit his lip, tasting the last bits of you, his icy fingertips slowly grazing over your cheeks and then, you slipped away. who knows, maybe at the end of the journey, you’ll go back to each other.

࣪₊♡𓂃 taehyun : calming him down while angry.

you were never a fan of underground fighting. you never understood the concept of it and you never wanted to change that. when you first knew that taehyun was an underground fighter, or a ‘guerilla’ as they called him, there was not a day that passed when your heart didn’t miss a beat.

but you had to support taehyun in his decision, because it was more than just a passion for him at this point, it was a one of his sources of income. he was happy doing it and he never once worried about getting hurt because he was very good at what he was doing.

whenever you worried about him, it was always the same scenario; that he was the best in this field and everyone was scared to go against him. he liked to flex and show off and he didnt miss any chance to rub it in your face. there was no denying that you loved him for his confidence, and that it gave him a very sexy aura, but still. your heart would always go crazy watching him fight.

when you first knew him, you made it your mission to accompany him, even though he always tried to convince you not to.

"there's no way i'll stay home while you're out there," you had said for the first time he had a match during your first month together.

"it's very dangerous for you out there, baby," he had whispered on top of your head, squeazing you tight in his arms. "i can't let anything happen to you, even though i can let yeonjun stay with you but it won't be the same if i'm not the one protecting you."

"but try to see where i'm coming from. my heart would literally stop beating if i stay alone, not knowing what's happening to you out there," you had pulled away from his embrace, looking him softly in the eyes.

his heart had softened as he pulled you into his embrace again. he had sighed, "okay. i'll try to prove to you that i'm the best, since you don't seem to believe me."

and he really did prove it to you, but you always kept accompanying him.

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fastforward to today, you were seated at the very back in the audience. yeonjun sitting close to you. taehyun hadn't stopped warning him to keep all his senses awake, and not to let anyone approach you. he couldn't leave your side before kissing you softly on your forehead, still mumbling a 'be aware of your surroundings, and stay close to yeonjun. and if something happens, just scream your lungs out.' you kissed his worries away and sent him to the ring with a cheer of encouragement.

it was not the first time coming with him, but that speech of him had become a habit to you and yeonjun. you knew he was just worried about you and you made sure not to let anything bad happen. all your worry was him not getting a harsh blow to his face.

the fight went all well, just like always. this night again, he had a lot of bets up for his favor and secured a pretty good amount of money. not only that but he gained fame as well, which meant more bets the next time and more gains in the future.

he came up to you all sweaty and scratched up, nothing too serious, just the usual small cuts here and there. you headed to the lockers, where he sat you down in his lounge and went for a quick shower and change. yeonjun joined you for a while before he got a call from his girlfriend and went to meet her. he was not lectured to stay with you in taehyun's lounge room as well, as it was safer inside.

you stayed alone for a little bit before you heard the door opening and closing. you turned over from your sitting position, big and bright smile on your face, expecting to see taehyun, when you were surprised with an unfamiliar face. on a very bulky body.

your facial expression quickly melted into horror, panic rushing to your veins. this was the first time ever someone dared to come near taehyun's lounge and this person clearly had no good intentions. how they got access to this place, you had no idea. you couldn't think of anything; your mind went blank and voice went silent for a second.

"i heard you're taehyun's girlfriend..." when the man started talking, it was like a slap on your face that woke you up from your daze.

you didn't control yourself when you let out a strident scream, just like how taehyun taught you a while ago. you were so scared, you kept screaming with eyes shut and closed fists. the door of taehyun's locker almost tore apart before he came in, shirtless and only in grey sweats, hair still wet, ready to attack. and his first reflex was to jump on the man and fire punches up his face. you watched the scene in horror, too shocked to talk after the scream you let out. it was like you were deep inside a nightmare where you want to talk but feel suffocated.

taehyun kept sending blows to the guys face and ribs, tackling him down and straddling him, not stopping the punches. his face and neck turned red and the expression he had on his face was new to you. it wasn't even the same one he had inside the ring, it was one of pure hatred and anger.

"taehyun," you managed to stutter, voice barely above a whisper.

he didn't hear you, he couldn't hear you on top of his groans and hits and the man's moans of pain. he basically ended him, not stopping his punches even after seeing how wasted he was. but you had to stop him somehow, otherwise he'd kill him.

you trudged to him, circling your hands around his arms. when your skin touched, taehyun shivered and his breath shuddered, it was like you woke him up for a daze that he didn't even realize he was in.

"taehyun, stop. you're gonna kill him if you don't stop." you tried to say closer to his ear. feeling his movements slow down, you took a deep breath of relief. you helped him calm down by gently caressing his arms, shoulders and neck.

you pulled him up and turned him to you. he couldn't look at you, still looking at the unconscious man on the floor, nose flaring at how deep he was breathing. you gently placed your hand on his warm cheeks, "calm down baby, i don't think it matters anymore if you keep hitting him. it looks like he's learned his lesson."

your heart was pounding. you have never seen him this angry. you prayed that he would calm down soon, so you kept gently caressing his cheeks, whispering calming words, until he leaned his forehead on top of yours.

your voice was very soft to his wrecked mind and angered body. he was breathing so hard, chest jumping up and down you were scared his heart would fail him. taehyun wiped his hands on his sweatpants before he engulfed you between his arms in a bone crushing hug.

"fuck, i was so scared." he breathed in your hair, running his hands through your entire body, checking if you were hurt. "i was so so scared. that's like my worst nightmare come true." he breathed.

"i know. it's all over now. nothing happened."

taehyun kissed you so long on your forehead, squeazing your soft cheeks between his rough hands.

"you're never coming to this place. ever again."

this time, you didn't fight back.

࣪₊♡𓂃 huening kai : 7 minutes in heaven.

if you would think that you being with hueningkai, inside a closet, in your house was something that happened by chance, you’d be totally wrong.

it was all a result of a butterfly effect that your friends, who are his friends as well, worked really hard to make it happen. zero chance involved, it was all calculated by them. they were the ones who invited themselves over at your dorms, the ones who proposed to play the silly little game of spin the bottle, and of course, the ones who made you sit across from hueningkai in the circle.

at first, you didn’t think much of it. even though you didn’t agree on playing spin the bottle, they somehow convinced you. and it only meant quality time with your friends, which was one of your top love languages. everything want perfectly according to their plan and they’ve got you just where they wanted.

it was not boring. it was never boring with them, from one side. from another side, your crazily beating heart never made a moment pass without keeping things interesting when it came to hueningkai. you didn’t even have the words to describe the way your heart went fluttering every time you saw him. he didn’t even have to say anything to you and you’d be in shambles, just being close to him.

this crush of yours was nothing new to you. it’s been locked away in your heart ever since the first moment your eyes landed on him. everything about him was sweet and soft. from his beautiful eyes, down to the shape of his noise, the way his smile painted your bluest days pink, and the list went on. you could write poems about how beautiful his voice was, how warm his hugs were and just how perfect of a person he was in your eyes.

but what you didn’t know was that your friends read through you like a clear paper. they noticed how you always smiled at hueningkai first when someone cracked a joke. they noticed how your gaze always lingered on him a second more than when you looked at anyone else, and how your posture perked up whenever he made an appearance.

they noticed everything. in fact, they also noticed how clueless hueningkai was. and how you’d never have the balls to confess. so they decided to put matters into their own hands.

and there you were. with hueningkai kai, inside a closet in your house, totally not by chance.

your heart was pounding inside your chest, which only meant how fast your breathing was. you did try to control it by counting to three inside your head while inhaling from your nose, and then counting back to three while exhaling. but it only made your breathing accelerate even more. your eyes flickered between him and his lips that were adorning the most awkward smile. you didn’t have the intention to lean in for a kiss, it was just that you couldn’t keep eye contact with him for more than a second without feeling like digging yourself a hole and hiding away inside of it.

you and hyuka shared an awkward laugh, not knowing what to do with your hands. it didn’t help that you were standing, your arms felt limp beside your body and your legs felt like jelly. one of you had to break the silence but you were both too shy to do so. you kept thinking to yourself ‘is this really going to be a failure?’ while biting your lip. it was your first time being this close to him, except for when you guys side-hug each other goodbye.

“this is…awkward,” hueningkai chuckled, not knowing the right words to say.

you were so embarrassed, already picturing the awkwardness you’d feel towards him after this little scene if you just didn’t push through your pounding heart and overthinking mind and made a move.

hueningkai was just as shy as you. he liked you. so so much. he liked the way you smelled and the fact that you were so short standing in front of him. he’s always liked you. he liked the way you always put your hair up in a bun and secure it with a pencil that you end up looking for later. he liked the fact that you always preferred to sit in the middle of the row instead of the side in class. he liked the fact that you removed tomatoes from your burgers and how you get annoyed when they mess up your order.

he always noticed these small details about you. and he made sure to always put a pen that he didn’t use on top of the table. he made sure to always leave an empty seat for you in the middle of the row. and he always made sure to order your burgers and sandwiches with no tomatoes.

just looking at your lost and wondering eyes right now, he knew just how down bad he was for you, which made his heart jump at the sudden realization. his breathing increased with the rhythm of his heart. his mind went dizzy, he had to secure himself up somehow. he took an inch of a step closer to you, placing his left hand along with his forearm beside your head, on the wall behind you. your hands instantly linked behind your back, making your chest closer by a hair to him.

your breathings mingled together at the closeness of your bodies and little droplets of sweat started traveling all the way down your backs. your eyes bored into his, talking silently.

“are we really gonna do things backwards?” he breathed, breaking the silence. his voice just above a whisper. “do you want us to kiss?” hueningkai was so forward with you and that was what worked best for him. because without a word, you nodded.

“yes.” whispered, mind cloudy. “i want us to kiss. i want you to kiss me so i don’t go crazy right now. my heart is beating so fast because of you-”

and there he went in. kissing your lips, ever so softly. taking you to another word. it was very shy, very sweet, and very wholesome. just two lovebirds who never knew how to confess, finally kissing their feelings away.

a/n : if you've read till here thank you so much! please do let me know what you think in the comments and reblog if you liked it <;33

[a-sentient-horax]

G/T Headcannons

So much of G/T is science-adjacent just because of the nature of the trope. But this got me thinking about like, G/T in the setting of science academia.

A scientist and an engineer who have a years-long dispute about whether it's possible or not to change someone's size. The scientist swears up and down that they have worked out the math and theories and it just is absolutely not possible. Meanwhile, the engineer is certain that they are close to a solution. One night, perhaps long after they stopped working together, the scientist wakes from their sleep to their roof being ripped off above them. "I fucking told you!" The now gigantic engineer gloats down at them.

Bonus if the scientist is so blinded by disbelief of their math failure that they aren't even afraid. They place their tiny hands on their hips and raise their chin up to stare right into the giant's eyes. "You had to have used a different theory. Did you make the room-temperature superconductor? Do you have any idea how vast the implications of that are? And you used it to do THIS to yourself? Are you working with [another scientist whose theories they disagree with]?"

A scientist who turned themselves giant and had a falling out with their partner who works in the same field as they do. One of them didn't include the other in a hugely impactful research paper, ending in a blowout fight. Now they both go to the same conferences and have to awkwardly avoid each other.

Additionally, one could approach the other sheepishly to ask for help on a new project. It could work both ways, a giant peering down angrily at a tiny human, or a defensive human crossing their arms and getting terse with their giant ex. "What, do you need to steal more of my ideas?"

A sizeshifter who tries to slyly shrink down to retrieve a fallen piece of lab equipment. They are caught by a coworker but instead of freaking out about their size their coworker panics about how this does NOT adhere to lab safety standards, demanding to know how many times they have done this.

A sizeshifter who pulls an all-nighter in the lab, not realizing that their frustration with not getting good results has made them gradually grow all night. The first person to come into the lab in the morning is greeted with the sight of their coworker poring over reams of printed data, towering over the equipment, and trying to rub exhaustion out of their eyes. (Queue the 'dropping the coffee cup in surprise' scene.)

A giant scientist who is at the cutting edge of their field, when a human intern starts on their research project and realizes very quickly that they have (for now) unrequited feelings for this giant. The scientist's huge form looms over the intern's workstation, casting a huge shadow. They squint their eyes at the schematics on the table. Bending over slightly, their large arm lightly brushes the human's shoulder as they point to an equation. "Is this doubling every time?" "D-doubling? I-" "If it is doubling, it should be natural log two, not log two." The giant lowers their head. Their annoyed face only a few inches from the human's. The human is blushing deeply, inhaling the smell of the giant's sweet breath. "It-d-er...doubling. Doubles." The giant's face remains unamused and annoyed. Despite their impatience, they make the effort to whisper gently, to not blow out the human's ear drums. "Then why did you write log two? Fix it."

The lead scientist and lead engineer on a project are always squabbling. In an accident, one of them gets shrunk down or grows to a large new size. Now their disagreements take place with the smaller one on some form of scaffolding, waving sheets of complex equations in the air while the other crosses their arms and shakes their head.

Two young scientists get passed over and are not included in the credits of a research paper, despite their extensive work. They go to confront the senior researcher, when one suddenly doubles, or triples in size and pins the senior researcher down, demanding credit for both of them. Their tiny friend is caught in a mix of horror and amazement as they realize that their friend could just as easily pin them down like that.

"Well, aren't you just soooo smart Mr. Giant Shithead." "That's Dr. Giant Shithead to you."

[lyramundana]

Brain rot for brain rot

Poly!minsung (obviously) bi awaking au like we talked about.

Minho and Jisung are making the reader feel so good that she is practically yelling. Minho has never heard a partner react this way and looks at Jisung for reassurance that you are okay.

-sweetracha 🍑

OMG my first request!!😍 And a great one indeed.. (i apologize in advance because english isn't my first language)

The Reader may be a close friend of theirs or a situationship-to-be, either case she's the trigger of this whole deal, at least that's what they'll say. I have so many ideas about this idea, but let's go with:

What started as a simple game of curiosity and playfully teasing each other turned into an almost animalistic show where they ended up using her like a toy. She has lost count on how many times she has orgasmed, her body twitching and right now, the only thing that comes out of her mouth are moans, whimpers and high-pitched gasps. They take turns to fill her holes and man-handle her in all the angles that allow them to feel the most pleasure. If you ask them how they ended up like this, they don't have an answer.

Suddenly, when it's Minho's turn again, he hits a spongy, foreign spot inside her that makes her start screaming and gasping for air, her weakened body trembling violently.

You see, it's not like Minho doesn't know people can react like this during sex (he and Jisung are like fucking rabbits sometimes and he has broken his pretty boy into tears before) but it has never been this intense and, obviously, he's never been with a girl before, so he doesn't know what to expect. Of course he has been enjoying every second of it more than he could've imagined, getting the hang of it as he went and eventually using her like Jisung. But the moment she wraps her shaking body around him like that, barely breathing and outright screaming, he frozes a bit and throws an alarmed gaze at Jisung, silently asking if she's hurt and he fucked up. The younger finds it cute.

Unlike Minho, he has an idea of how women's bodies work and he knows about the g-spot, which he inmediatly deduces is the reason behind this reaction. He explains it to the older, while they have that spot inside their ass, girls have it deep inside their cunt and is usually difficult to find. It's a button that, when touched, turns their brains mushy and they become dumb, mind empty dolls that can only think about reaching their climax.

Minho starts to understand it when he feels her clenching around him, pushing him deeper in, and she has the audacity to cage his waist with her legs, preventing him from pulling out the slighest. He lets out a groan, fists tighteting their hold on the sheets, and he buries his face on her sweaty neck, inhaling her natural scent in its purest form and feeling the quick pumping of her heart. He turns up to look at her face and the sight makes his dick twitch. Her glassy eyes, her reddened face, her pretty lips bitten and red, traces of her wet hair sticking to her forehead and the harsh movement of her chest, breathing in and out like she's been drowning.

He has caused this. He's the reason she's like this, looks like this. He fucking made this. And the thought makes him let out a choked gasp, almost cumming on the spot. Jisung caress his hair and cheeks, pressing his lips on the older's nape, whispering encouraging words, saying how proud he is and how well he's been doing it. He softly guides him back at it again, stroking Reader's breast in front of his boyfriend's eager stare.

When she whimpers again, quietly begging them to continue with her broken voice, they snap out of it and lunge at her like hungry dogs at a trapped prey.

I really hope this was up to your liking! I got a bit caught up in the brain rot.

My first attempt of writing smut, what do you think? @charmercharm3r @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes

@moonlightndaydreams (revisiting old works and though you might want to see)

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

CAN I REQUEST LA SQUADRA WITH AN S/O WHO HAS A SWEET TOOTH?? (like they would be late at night just eating something sweet and they would get caught because of the candy wrappers making noise)

I cannot handle much sweetness in my food but for some reason i love writing about characters who have sweet tooths???? idk why. very cute request idea :3

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La Squadra with an S/O with a sweet tooth

Formaggio

He learns about this trait of yours when the two of you get a crap ton of sweet treats together, only for him to find 90% of it gone within a day. He's not pleased, the way he complains about it you'd think it was the cat crying if you weren't watching him.

He isn't actually mad, obviously. I mean, in all honesty he was probably overestimating how many sweets he can handle, but...but the betrayal!!

Great new information now, because you're getting a new treat for your stash practically every day! He'll even come home with some incredibly bizarre sounding treat for either you to keep or for you to watch him eat.

Illuso

Illuso learns when he finds you stuffing your face sometime around midnight. He plucks the sweet from your hands and holds it over your head (if you're shorter than him). "Having a snack right now? If you were planning to stay up for some sweets, you should've let me join you." He doesn't let you stay up for much longer though, just enough for your sugar buzz to end before dragging you to bed.

He's absolutely the kind of fellow to just steal some treats right out of your hand/bag. Make sure you aren't standing around any mirrors as you happily snack, unless you WANT to be jump-scared by an arm suddenly emerging from the wall.

He's picky with sweets, too, so not only is staying cautious keeping you safe from theft, but also from criticism. If you decide to start subtly eating more of his favourite sweets to avoid this, it definitely won't go unnoticed.

Prosciutto

He became aware of your sweet tooth before you ever told him, and before any kind of eating-candy-late-at-night incident. He probably realises by the first time he's brought to your place. Whether it be a dedicated snack-y area somewhere in your kitchen or a few too many colourful wrappers in a trash bin, he takes note of the detail.

Prosciutto stays up pretty late, so it should've been expected that he would run into you digging into some chocolate "secretly" like a raccoon chowing down on some garbage. He stares at you, just a bit surprised that you'd decide to eat something so sugary in the middle of the night.

He doesn't mind your affinity for sweets and sometimes likes to indulge you by buying you fancy little candies and chocolates he thinks you'd enjoy, but he is strict about when you can eat them (no messing up your appetite or sleep!) it makes him seem like a parent but he just wants his partner feeling alright.

Pesci

Shuffling through the kitchen with the lights off was an obvious challenge for you, but flicking on the light's would've been a surefire way to get caught at this late hour. Well, unfortunately that worry is thrown out the window as you end up crashing into something that...yelps?

So, yeah! You discover each other's sweet tooths and bad habits in that same moment. Your best survival strategy is to team up, becoming the Late Night Delicacy Duo - Pesci feels bad about his secret snacks but having you indulge in it with him makes it go from shameful to fun.

His favourite sweets are hard candies, but he'll have a try of anything the two of you manage to scavenge!

Melone

Dude. It's fucking Melone. You don't need to get caught doing jackshit, he tastes the sweet on your fucking lips and figures it out from there. He can tell your favourite chocolate brand just based on your body language or something.

Sounds weird but hey! At least you've got a partner who knows what you like incredibly well, and you often find your preferred treats either in his hands when the two of you are going out or laying on your bed when you return home. He's always right on the money.

He's far from a sweets person himself, save for a few exceptions (namely cake), so he has absolutely no qualms with you having any treats he ends up receiving. Probably likes feeding you a bit. Not in a kink way or anything but like, listen, I think it'd be nice to have his gloved hand gently place chocolates in my mouth while he watches with those beautiful eyes. No don't leave no listen please-

Ghiaccio

He's grumpy enough when he wakes up in the morning, why would you even risk waking him up in the middle of the night? No matter now, because he's ripped the sweet from your hand, tucked it into a cupboard, just nearly slammed the door shut, and is dragging you back to bed.

But as long as you aren't snacking late at night, he's fine with it. He can be a tiny bit strict about it though; doesn't want you overdoing how many sweets you eat, and he does not like trying other people's food so don't ask him.

Just as with most things about you, he loves the trait subtly. His love for this one lies in how he glances at you when the waiter asks if the two of you want dessert after your meal, or the way he taps your arm if the two of you pass a colourful candy store mid-stroll.

Risotto

He likes licorice doesn't he. He does, doesn't he. Look me in the eyes, don't you see what i see hes a LICORICE LIKER

"I really hope your body goes through sugar well. That crash will not be pretty," is a very stupid thing to get jumpscared by, but in your defence you were MINDING your OWN BUSINESS and it's TWO AM- DOES THIS MAN SLEEP!???

Pleaseee ask him to share sweet treats with you, this man doesn't let himself have as many treats as he probably wants to. Beyond just the intimacy of sharing a moment together, you get to see him smile at the flavors. and isn't that what life is just all about.

Honestly if you're really really really in love with candy, he may get or make one one of those candy/chocolate bouquets, y'know the ones?

[nishayuro]

Let me be the one - Haikyuu!! Oikawa Tooru

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Angst, hurt with comfort

GN!Reader (They/them pronouns)

A/N: Me and my friends were doing karaoke while drinking yesterday and my friend suggested that I sing this song and this morning I had the idea of Oikawa with this and I am sobbing

Synopsis: When given the choice between you or volleyball, Oikawa makes the decision that could make or break you.

“Somebody told me you were leavin', I didn't know, Somebody told me you're unhappy, But it doesn't show”

Oikawa knew that volleyball was close to everything for him. His life revolved around volleyball and his team. With his determination to get to nationals in his final year of high school, he puts all his time in practice, including his time with you.

You and Oikawa have been together since the start of 2nd year, him being your friend before that. You naturally understood his passion for the sport and supported him all the way, but with Seijoh’s loss against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh prelims, his final chance at nationals is around the corner with spring tournaments coming up, he became more distant. 

You understand his desperation with each practice, but it came to the point where he’d forget you even existed. Oikawa knows you as an understanding partner, but he doesn’t know how much more you can take. It was when he found out from Iwaizumi the next day that you were actually waiting for him after practice because he promised that he’d walk you home. 

“Nobody told me you've been cryin' Every night, Nobody told me you'd been dyin' But didn't want to fight”

“You know, you need to get your priorities straight. I know nationals is important to you, to the whole team, but is it really worth it if you lose Y/N over it?” Iwaizumi told him, staying late with him after practice. “Huh? What’s y/n have to do with this?” Oikawa asked, glancing at his best friend before doing a serve. 

“I mean, you kinda left them in the cold yesterday, they were waiting for you outside the gym, and said you promised that you’d walk them home… something about it being your monthsary or something.” Iwaizumi answered. Oikawa’s eyes widened at the realization. “Fuck…” he said.

“Yeah, figured you forgot. I told them to just go home, you were too in the zone yesterday, even I couldn’t get you away from the net.” Iwaizumi added. “What… what did they say about it…” Oikawa asked, voice lingering with a sense of dread. “We didn’t talk about it much, it seemed like they wanted time to think so I just let them, but honestly, you’ve been distant with them for months, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got tired of you making them your least priority.” Iwaizumi stated, standing up and walking towards their things.

It's been a week since you’ve seen Oikawa, with spring high qualifiers approaching more and more by day, the less time he’d have for you, the most you’d get are a few good morning or good night texts but that’s it. It was draining, and you can’t even talk to him about it because you can’t even find time to meet him. 

“I-I don’t know anymore… I miss him, it hurts that I feel like I'm just second to that damn sport…” you tell your brother, Issei, who is your boyfriend’s team mate. “I don’t think I can do this anymore…I love Tooru, I really do, but everyday without him is just too much for me. But I don’t know how to break up with him. I’m scared that if I do it suddenly, he’s gonna lose focus with his training and all that, but what about how I feel? I don’t know anymore, Issei.” you admit to him. 

“Nobody told me that you fell out of love from me, So I'm settin' you free”

“Oi, Oikawa.” Issei marches up to his captain, “yeah?” Oikawa asked. “I’m gonna say this once, and one time only. You need to set your priorities straight, Y/N is an understanding person, but don’t take that for granted. I’m gonna need you to pick between them or volleyball, because I can see that you can’t do both at the same time without messing one up.” Issei says, voice laced with seriousness, causing Oikawa to freeze. 

“They’re… they’re getting tired, aren’t they?” he asked, in a small voice. Issei gives a reluctant nod, Oikawa looks down for a few seconds, before giving a sigh and looking at his teammate once again, “Sorry, don’t worry, I'll set things straight.” Oikawa answers. 

“Let me be the one to break it up, So you won't have to make excuses, We don't need to find a set up where, Someone wins and someone loses, We just have to say our love was true, But has now become a lie, So I'm tellin' you I love you one last time And goodbye”

In the cold evening air, Oikawa asks to meet you. “Y/N…” “Tooru…” you both say at the same time. “Issei told me…” he started. “Oh…don’t worry about that! It’s just me overthinking things” you explain. “He said I need to set my priorities. And Y/N, I love you, but…” Oikawa starts, “Nationals has been my dream since I was young, and this is my last attempt…” he continues, you nod. “Yeah, I get that. But I don’t mind, really!” you force, you know where this is going, and like you told your brother, you don’t know what you want to happen. “Y/N… please, you’re hurting. I love you, so I can’t let you suffer because of my selfishness. I want to get this achievement, and as much as I’d want you to be there with me, I can’t prioritize you right now. It’s shitty of me, I know, hate me all you want. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Oikawa finishes, eyes watery, but he knew he was doing this so you don’t have to. 

“Okay… goodluck with spring highs, even if we’re not together anymore, I’ll still be supporting you.” you said, tears in your eyes. “Goodbye, Tooru” you say and give him a final hug. 

“Somebody told me you still love me, I don't know why. Nobody told me that you only, Needed time to fly. Somebody told me that you want to come back when our love is real again” 

It's over. Aoba Johsai lost against Karasuno, ending Oikawa’s dream of entering the national stage. He was devastated, he felt like he lost everything, and maybe he did. He sacrificed everything, he sacrificed his wonderful relationship with you and it still wasn’t enough. He has never regretted a decision before. 

He still loved you, never once since the break up did he stop. So when he saw you and Issei walking towards him, he was doing his best to restrain himself from clinging onto you and asking you to come back. 

“Look, I don’t know if this is the right time for this. It’s probably not, but I cannot stand you both moping around. So talk this out, the game is over.” Issei says, leaving you with the brown haired male.

“Hey… long time no talk…” he says, “yeah, uh… sorry about the game, you played well. Honestly, thought you’d win.” you say, still not used to the awkwardness. “Yeah…” he answers, pondering if he should do it. “So, how have you been?” he asked. “Good, I guess… still the same person.” you answer. Oikawa took a deep breath, and stood up. “Hey, Y/N… what if I told you that I still love you…” he whispered to himself, but enough for you to hear. “W-what…?” your shocked expression was a sight for the brunette.

 “Y/n, since we broke up, never once did I stop thinking about you, if that was the right decision, if that's what I really needed, if that's what we really needed” he started. “The tournament is over for Aoba Johsai, nationals is just a distant dream for me right now. I lost in volleyball, I don’t think I can bear to truly lose you. It was shitty of me to pick volleyball over you, you who has been nothing but supportive of me. You who was there for me, and yet I took that for granted.” he took your hands in his. “So please, take me back. I’ll better myself, I’ll be better for you.” He begs. You’re still in shock, “I-Tooru…” You hesitate. “Do you still love me?” he interrupted, “yes, i never stopped.” You answered, without hesitation, this time.

“We can work together through this test or we can work through it apart, I just need to get this off my chest, That you will always have my heart”

“Then please give me one more chance.” He asks again, “Okay. Okay Tooru.” You answer, giving a smile. His face lit up, caging you into a tight hug, earning giggles from you. “I love you so much.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you too, so so much.” you answered. 

From a distance, Issei and Iwaizumi were looking at the both of you, “Thank god they’re back together. I can’t stand another rant from Y/N” Issei comments, “yeah, I can’t go another whine from shittykawa about missing Y/N” Iwaizumi adds. 

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[andithiel]

Let me show you

So yesterday while folding laundry I started thinking about the fuck or die trope and suddenly this scene came to me. It’s 556 words, drarry auror partners, friends to lovers speed run. Beta read by the amazingly sweet and lovely @crazybutgood 💞 Thank you for always being there!

People stop and stare as Draco strides through the corridors of the Ministry, his Auror robes billowing behind him. They whisper to each other once he passes them, but he doesn’t take any notice. He only has one goal.

“Harry!” he cries when he finally barges into his and Harry’s office, slamming the door shut behind him and adding a few privacy spells for good measure.

Harry sits in their visitor’s chair, back hunched, knees drawn up to his chin, hair a tangled mess. When he looks up, Draco’s heart clenches at the sight of his red-rimmed and shiny eyes.

“Oh, great,” Harry says with a grimace. “Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Draco says, clutching the stitch in his side from his half eaten lunch that he abandoned in the cantine. “Is it true?”

Harry snorts, chewing one of his nails. “That I, against your explicit prohibition, examined the weird phallic we found at the raid yesterday and ended up being cursed by it to die unless you fuck me? Yeah, it’s tr—”

“I’ll do it,” Draco says before Harry’s even finished his sentence.

Harry blinks, his breath stuttering, but then he gives Draco a sad smile. “Of course, you would,” he says, voice soft and almost soothing, as if he’s the one who needs to comfort Draco and not the other way around. “The thing is, though,” he wipes his hand quickly under his eye, gives a short listless laugh, “you have to want it too, or it won’t work.”

The past two years flash before Draco’s eyes: their first animosity when they’d been newly partnered, the first case where Draco saved Harry from an Avada Kedavra, their building camaraderie after that, long nights at stake-outs, passing looks and grimaces across the room at every boring Head Auror meeting. Harry falling asleep over their late night reports, Harry bringing him tea in the morning from the café he passes on his way to work, always perfectly steeped, just the way Draco likes it. Two years of partnership, one and a half years of unlikely friendship, and one year of longing, refraining, wanting.

“Why me?” Draco whispers, his chest tight from the impossible hope slowly but surely unfurling in it.

Harry doesn’t answer, won’t meet Draco’s gaze.

“Why me, Harry?”

Still, there’s no answer from Harry, but his eyes flick to a parchment on their desk where Draco discerns the words ‘the one your heart most desires’.

Draco steps closer, kneels in front of Harry. He’s never been brave, Harry’s the one who holds enough courage for the both of them, but he needs to find it in him now. For Harry. For himself.

“And what if I’ve wanted to for a long time? What if I want it so much it keeps me awake at night, wondering what it would be like to be allowed to—” He stops, unable to finish the sentence. “What if I’ve been wondering what it would be like to fall asleep afterwards with you in my arms? Will it work then?”

Harry lets out a shaky breath, eyes shining with tears but something else as well. Draco takes a leap and leans in so close that their lips are brushing, his heart beating violently in his chest.

“I think it could,” Harry whispers as he pushes impossibly closer. “Let’s try.”

[hauntedppgpaints]

ok so prompt 28 “You get a little stupid when you have your rut, it’s cute.” but specifically because they go into rut on the ice during a game--maybe people are worried that the alpha will get aggressive but he actually just ends up really clingy and possessive and they have a hard time convincing him that he kind of needs to let go of his omega (or whatever his chosen partner is i'm not picky) to like. take off their skates and gear and go home lol.

i'm not sure what pairings you'd want to write, so feel free to do whomever, but maybe the deweys? could honestly work pre- or post-trade.

omegaverse prompts // accepting.

hope it's okay that i make it flowerdeweys anon!!! 374 words, no smut for this one

Connor knows his rut's about to hit. It's on his calendar and everything. Brandon's usually hits the week after, and then Flower's heat falls two weeks after that. It's all on the calendar, they're all so good at being adults.

Until Connor takes a weird hit during a game, and he can suddenly smell and identify each and every player on the ice. Fuck.

The sudden inundation of scents and smells makes him dizzy, and his teammates on the ice quickly surround him to make sure he's okay. Thankfully, he had been near Flower's net when the hit landed, so his Omega is nearby.

Oh. Omega. His Omega is nearby. Yay! Maybe he needs help-

"Oh, no," Flower groans, cupping his catcher against Connor's back. Yay, Flower is touching me! But it would be better if the catcher was off. And my jersey. Would it be okay if I took my jersey off? It's hot. And itchy.

"What? Is he okay?" Someone asks. A new scent starts to make it's way closer, and Connor recognizes this one too. Alpha. Brandon.

"Yeah, just... the hit knocked him into his rut a few days early." Flower explains, greeting the approaching Brandon with a trill. Brandon rumbles back, and turns his attention to Connor. The others skate back a little, apprehensive.

"Is he... how bad to his ruts get?" Someone asks. Connor thinks it's Jared, but he's a little distracted by the hands on him right now. Hm... Flower's touching me. And Brandon too! Maybe I can get them both home right now... Connor reaches for both of his partners' hands, tugging at the gloves and frowning when it doesn't get the intended result.

"He's okay for the first few hours. Enough for us to finish the game and get home. For now, he's just skin hungry." Brandon explains as he takes off one of his gloves. Flower does the same with his catcher, and they both offer their hands to Connor, who happily takes them and kisses their palms with a low purr.

"He's a little stupid at the start of his rut. But he's cute, so it's okay." Flower laughs, adjusting his grip on Connor so he can start tugging the Alpha towards the bench.

[chronophobique]

Prompt: Lust potion

— 573 words

content warning: nsfw ish

Malfoy heaves a long sigh at the sight of her. “Is that really necessary?” he asks Shacklebolt.

“What is?”

As if irritated that the wizard would pretend not to understand what he’s very clearly referring to, he scowls, before gesturing to her mouth and upper body. “That.”

“Oh, you mean the light makeup and adorable top I’ve chosen for today?” Hermione chimes in, a slight bite behind each word.

“I wouldn’t call adorable a clothing item that leaves so little room to the imagination.”

For some reason she refuses to dwell on, the thought of him checking her body out sends a jolt of pleasure down her spine. “Would you prefer I only wore turtlenecks so you could have all the latitude to imagine what’s underneath?”

The look he gives her is like nothing she’s seen in his gaze before. “That’s not what I said.”

“But you implied it,” she argues.

“It’s indecent.”

“It’s just a bit of skin, Malfoy. You’ll survive.”

He’s about to retort when Shacklebolt reminds them of his presence. “The clock is ticking—let’s not waste more time on pointless conversations. Do you know what you have to do?”

“Make the French minister believe Malfoy lusts for me,” Hermione replies matter-of-factly, a poorly hidden smirk stretching her lips.

It’s one of the worst situations she’s found herself in since she started working at the ministry, and yet she can’t help but find it particularly comical.

“That’s right.” The Minister for Magic turns to her grumpy partner. “When he enters your mind, it needs to be as clear as water that you are head over heels for Hermione, and that you will not hesitate to act if he continues to make advances towards her, do you understand?”

His ‘yes’ sounds more like a grunt.

“It’s the only way he’ll leave her alone.”

“Just give me the bloody lust potion and let’s be done with it,” he snaps, snatching the vial out of her hands before she has time to hand it to him, and chugging its contents down.

“What are you—”

“Stop talking,” he demands, his tone pleading, as he holds a hand up between them.

“But—”

“Please.”

“But it—”

“No!”

She likes this new tone no more than she does being cut off while trying to speak, but his eyes are wide, his alabaster skin is flushed, and Hermione is too entranced to say anything.

“You think it’s funny, don’t you? That I get hard by the mere sound of your voice,” he hisses as he suddenly steps into her personal space, causing her heartbeat to accelerate considerably. “You like having that power over me, I know you do.”

“What if I told you I can’t even look at you without feeling the irrepressible urge to bend you over the nearest furniture and fuck you until the only word that comes out of your mouth is my name. Will your smile waver, then?”

It doesn’t, and she can tell it drives him crazy.

“It’s torture, every second of it,” he says through his teeth. “But worse than that is the fact that I would trade the way I feel for nothing in the world.”

He turns her back to her, then, and it’s the growing distance between them that makes her blurt out, “Veritaserum.”

“What?”

Still glued to the spot, she gulps. “The vial you took; it had veritaserum in it. The lust potion was in my other hand.”

[something-bout-the-weather]

Rockstar / Matty Healy x Reader

Inspired by the many dreams I've had of being on tour with Matty. What I would do to be at the side of the stage every night! Enjoy ❤️

Matty and the band have just finished their latest show. The crowd’s cheers fill the venue and you find yourself joining in with them, from the side of the stage. Now that the band is heading off the stage, you start to make your way to the dressing rooms where you know Matty will be.

You’ve been touring with the band for the last two months. You love being about to travel with Matty and the band, watching them perform each night and you have even gotten used to squeezing into your bunk, and occasionally Matty’s, on the bus even if they were cramped.

“Hey baby!” Matty shouts to you as you walk through their dressing room door.

“Hello rockstar,” You reply walking towards Matty. His toned arms envelop you in a tight hug and his lips instinctively find yours.

“How did we do?” He asks. This is something that Matty asks you every night they perform, even though your answer the same every time.

“Incredible as always Matty, I especially liked your note change during I’m in Love with You,” You reply knowing the compliment will have him smiling for quite a while.

“Thanks baby,” He says as he affectionately kisses the top of your head and pulls you back into a hug.

George’s loud voice suddenly interrupts the moment you are having when he shouts, “Ready to get on the bus lads?”

“Actually Daniels, we aren’t on the bus tonight,” Matty says pointing his finger between you and him.

You look up at him confused.

“Oh yeah,” George replies winking at Matty before heading towards the bus and shouting back, “Have fun!”

“What the fuck have you got planned Healy?” You ask him, concern in your voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ve just booked us a hotel room for the night,” Matty explains, “And, before you say it, there isn’t an ulterior motive, though I wouldn’t mind if it lead to that,” He finishes with a wink.

“You took what I said the other day, in my half-asleep state too seriously Matty.” You recall talking to him in the early hours of the morning, whilst squeezed into his bunk, about how you missed having a bigger bed to share together and it just being you two rather than a crowed tour bus.

“I didn’t baby, I’ve missed it just being the pair of us too, cuddling and chatting until the morning. The bus doesn’t really allow for that. Plus, I think squeezing into the bunk together is doing my back in,” He jokes.

“You’re too good to me,” You say a huge smile forming on your face.

“Nope, it’s the opposite way round. Not many people would travel around the country with their partner on a cramped and uncomfortable tour bus. But, you do and I can’t tell you how much I love you for it.” He says cupping your face with his calloused hands and bringing your lips to his.

“I love you too Healy,” You mutter against his lips.

“Come on baby,” Matty says intertwining your fingers with his, “Let’s continue this at the hotel.”