#let me know if u need more to work with...

[rawme-price]

Please please PLEASE write sunbear reader x polar bear Price smut I’m literally on my hands and knees I love the way you write them

It takes price...a while. To figure out what hes doing wrong.

You two are really close, far closer than you are with others. Nothings official, but he would like to say you two are dating. Usually spending time in his den, cuddling up at night. Sharing meals together. one time you made price eat some honey, despite the fact he doesnt like sweets. Only to fucking lick the honey from his mouth. Tongue running all along the back of his teeth and down his throat. (Yes, soap made a dramatic gagging sound when u did that in front of everyone lol)

So, given everything, price would like to think you two are ready to get a bit more intimate.

But everytime he tries to initiate, nosing at ur neck or chest with a happy rumble, you grow and swat at him. He knows a no when he sees one, and backs away. That somehow also puts you in a bad mood, and price decides maybe you aren't ready. Hes fine with that, he would be happy to be with you even if you were never ready.

Except now youll start growling and swatting at price when ur both in his den. For no reason. Even Price, emotionally stunted hybrid he is, knows when a discussion needs to be had. So he sits you down and asks plainly "is there something ive done to upset you? Do you not want to be with me anymore?"

Hes shocked by the absolutely wounded sound you make, leaning forward to grab his hand "What? John, why the hell would I want to leave you? I've been trying to get closer for weeks now!"

Price narrows his eyes. Obviously, there's been some miscommunication "...you've been growling at me and swatting at me in my own den for days now."

Ur quiet for a long moment, eyes blank in that way u do when you review ur memories. Suddenly you let out an embarrassed groan, covering ur face with ur hands. "...fuck! Polar bears dont playfight before they mate, do they?"

Realization dawns, and price let's out a bark of laughter. "Bloody hell! I thought you hated me or something!" A pause "...wait. so you do want to fuck?"

Your nod is all price needs, bodily tackling you into his den. He indulges ur playfighting, and hes more than happy to pin you to the mattress and work you open.

And by god no one warned you about polar bear stamina. Ur boneless and limp beneath price after the first two hours and hes only halfway through! Thats okay, hes more than happy to work on ur stamina :)

[mejaemin]

hi congrats on reaching 1000!!

can i request a seungcheol fic, angst to fluff preferably!! i don’t really have a specific request, just lots and lot of fluff. congrats again >_<

break time ♬ with choi seungcheol

summary: sometimes work is too much. and that’s okay, even if it takes a lot for cheol to accept the need for rest wc: 549 warnings: fighting, hurt/comfort, very overwhelmed cheol an: here u are, my love !!! i feel like this is buns in terms of fluff but i did my best to provide a lottt of comfort !! are those the same thing? idk but they r very diff to me.. anyways! i apologize as i feel i did not deliver well enough 💔 this is my formal promise to dedicate my next four cheol fics to you, along with my firstborn child as compensation

seungcheol doesn’t even get five steps from the front door before he stops, realizing what the fuck he just did.

his heart nearly drops to his ass, and he starts pacing in the hallway outside your shared penthouse, tugging at his hair like it’s the one who caused such a fight. he’s so stupid, so, so stupid, he thinks, mind racing as he stands there. his hands are shaking, no longer with anger but with anxiety, already beating himself up for what happened.

the days have been catching up to him, long and cruel, ending in him leaving work with pains literally everywhere. in his back, his knee, his brain.. it’s so much. he feels incredibly overwhelmed, and it just so happens that you ended up facing the brunt of that when he came home today. you were so patient, so nice to him, but he had so much frustration in him that he blew up at you, yelling with his whole chest. you could see the regret in him as soon as it happened, but before you could do anything he “punished” himself by leaving.

his phone dings,

my world 💗: cheol, i can see you walking back and forth through the peephole

my world 💗: you’re not okay. come inside, let me help you

he stops, looking at the door. he feels so guilty, he doesn’t even wanna move towards it. slowly, it opens, and you come out, taking his hands and slowly leading him in the house. you help him onto the couch, slowly rubbing his arms as you sit right beside him.

“i’m not mad at you, cheollie, okay? talk to me whenever you’re ready, i’ll just stay here until then.” you do exactly that, sitting right next to him, waiting for him to be ready to talk.

he pulls you into his arms, hiding his face in your hair. you smile softly, not out of amusement but with the knowledge that you can relax, wrapping your arms as tight around him as possible. you hear his sniffles, and your heart hurts, feeling his body shake as he fights tears, mumbling a million apologies through it all. you kiss his neck, the only part of him you can reach in this position, nails scratching his back gently.

“it’s just..” he shudders, heaving a sigh, “it’s too much..” he says, voice breaking. he’s so vague, but you understand. speaking any more requires a lot of vulnerability, for him at least, and you don’t wanna push it right now.

“too much?” you pull away, one hand holding his face, and with his glossy eyes trained on you, he nods, “i know, baby.. you need a break. just gotta let me help you, okay? can i do that?”

he nods, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, and you smile at him, getting off his lap and leading him to go get unready. you’ll have a formal conversation later on, when things have settled, but for now, you know what he needs. all you can do until he’s ready is give him forgiveness, and give him the love and relaxation he deserves. maybe slip away to give a secret phone call to his boss, his coworkers, and tell them (very nicely) to stop overwhelming your man.

svt 🏷️ @cinnayomiroll @prettymoles @polarisjisung @ikozen @rivercattail @tinkerbell460 @lunaryoongie @sseungcheols @markkiatocafe @prttycheol

[stayycalm]

“All that glitters is gold”

꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ Hyung Line x gn!reader ˒˓ established relationship. 𝓰enre/ angst, hurt-¿no comfort? (maybe), they accuse you of being with them for the fame/money (a.k.a the classic they call you a gold-digger).

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — I may or may not be becoming an angst author lol, I couldn’t decide which member to do for this so I figured let just do them all! Let me know what u think! <3

Maknae Line

Bang Chan

The silence in the apartment was louder than usual.

Chan sat across from you at the dining table, poking absently at his food, barely eating. The air was thick with tension, unspoken words hanging like fog around the room. You watched him for a moment longer, trying to ignore the odd feeling in your stomach.

He hadn’t really looked at you all week.

“Hey,” you said gently, setting your fork down. “You’ve been kind of… off lately. Is everything okay?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. Just shrugged.

“It’s nothing.”

You frowned. “It doesn’t feel like nothing. Did I do something? Or say something?”

His jaw clenched, and you saw it, the brief flicker of emotion before he forced it down. But you knew him too well. Something was wrong.

“Chris,” you tried again, softer this time. “Talk to me.”

He pushed his plate back and stood suddenly, chair scraping against the floor. “I just—I don’t know,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair and sighing in frustration. “It’s like… I’m starting to wonder why you’re really here.”

You blinked. “What?”

He turned to you then, and the look in his eyes knocked the breath from your lungs. His eyes normally so warm and filled with love were cold. Accusing.

“I mean, sometimes it just feels like you’re here for the lifestyle, not for me. The trips, the hotels, the expensive stuff… I don’t know. Maybe you like being with Bang Chan of Stray Kids more than you like being with Chris.”

It hit like a slap.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stood up slowly. “Are you serious right now?”

He didn’t answer.

“You really think I’m using you?” Your voice cracked, equal parts disbelief and rising anger. “After everything?”

“I don’t know!” he snapped. “I don’t know what’s real anymore. You didn’t have anything before we got serious—”

“Neither did you!” you shouted, the hurt now boiling over. “Don’t you dare act like I showed up when you were on top! I was there when you couldn’t hang that shitty blue curtain and were living off ramen.”

He flinched.

“I stayed up with you on the phone through breakdowns. I listened to every demo. I cheered you on behind the scenes when you didn’t think anyone else would. You remember those nights, Chan? When you wanted to quit and I told you to keep going? Or do you think I did that for some free merch and a backstage pass?”

Tears pricked your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. Not yet.

“I have never once asked you for anything. Not money. Not trips. Not fame. I was happy sharing takeout on your floor, remember? I didn’t need the five-star dinners or the designer clothes. I wanted you.”

He stared at you, his expression unreadable now. But you saw the storm behind his eyes. The regret. The fear.

“I love Chris, not Bang Chan. I didn’t fall in love with the spotlight, I fell in love with the man in it. The one who worked until his body gave out. The one who held my hand like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.”

Your voice dropped. “And now that you’ve finally made it, you look at me like I’m some stranger trying to steal it from you.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. Chan didn’t move. He just stood there, eyes glossy, lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You shook your head, pain anchoring itself deep in your chest. “You’ve forgotten what we built. Or maybe you’re just too scared to believe it was ever real.”

You turned away, heart pounding, and walked to the bedroom. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to follow.

Lee Know

The tension in your apartment had slowly settled like dust. quiet, over the past week, and impossible to ignore.

Minho had been distant for days. Not cold exactly, just…off. You knew him well enough to notice when his energy shifted. Fewer jokes. Less eye contact. No soft touches as he passed by, no random teasing texts during his breaks.

It was like he was pulling away inch by inch, and you couldn’t figure out why.

You curled up next to him on the couch that evening, legs tucked under you. He was scrolling on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Min,” you said quietly, nudging his arm, “what’s going on with you lately?”

He didn’t look up. “Nothing.”

You frowned. “Don’t lie. You’ve been acting weird for days. I’m not mad, I just want to understand.”

He sighed heavily, annoyed. “Why does it matter? Maybe I’m just tired.”

You blinked. “Okay… but tired doesn’t usually include you completely shutting me out.”

He finally set his phone down, eyes sharp as he turned to face you.

“Can I just ask you something? And I want a real answer.”

You nodded, wary.

“Would you still be with me if I wasn’t in Stray Kids?”

The question caught you off guard.

“What?” you asked, confused. “Of course I—”

He held up a hand. “No. Really think about it. No tours, no cameras, no money, no designer crap or exclusive events. Just me. Would you have stayed if I was just… Minho from Seoul, with a normal job and a tiny paycheck?”

You stared at him, the accusation hitting you square in the chest. Your heart cracked a little.

“Where is this coming from?” you asked, voice trembling slightly. “Why would you even ask me that?”

He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but his eyes betrayed him. “I just see the way you talk about the trips. The restaurants. The gifts. Hell you haven’t shut up about the Gucci Ambassador thing. Sometimes it feels like… you like all this more than me.”

You sat up straight, eyes narrowing. “You think I’m with you for the perks?”

He didn’t answer, which was somehow worse.

You laughed, bitter and disbelieving. “You’ve got some nerve, Minho.”

His gaze darkened. “Don’t turn this into something dramatic—”

“Dramatic?” Your voice rose. “You just accused me of being a gold digger, and I’m the dramatic one?”

He flinched but stayed silent.

“I’ve been with you since the days when you barely had time to sleep. When we I had to sneak you instant noodles five days in a row. I was there before the sold-out shows, before the interviews, before the custom suits. Before the world knew your name—I did. And I loved you then.”

Your voice cracked. “I still do. But clearly you don’t believe that.”

He shifted like he wanted to say something, but you weren’t finished.

“You think I stayed for the money? The money?” You stood now, shaking with hurt. “You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed to support you. I’ve missed holidays with my family to be here. I’ve cried in silence while you tour the world, performing sold out concerts while I cheer you on from right here. I’ve loved you in all the quiet, lonely moments no one else ever sees.”

Tears burned your eyes.

“And I’ve never once asked you for anything. Not a purse. Not a trip. Not a damn cent.”

Minho looked down, jaw clenched tight. “I didn’t mean it like—”

“Yes, you did,” you snapped. “You said what you meant. You just didn’t expect me to pick you.”

The silence between you throbbed with everything that had just been broken open.

You looked at him, really looked at him. and for the first time, he didn’t feel like home. He felt like someone who didn’t trust you. Someone who could believe the worst of you that easily.

You stepped back.

“I would’ve stayed with you through anything, Minho. But I won’t stay with someone who looks at me and wonders if I only see a paycheck.”

With that, you turned and walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you before the tears could fall.

Changbin

The first sign was how quiet he had gotten.

Changbin, usually full of energy and teasing warmth, had grown quieter over the past few days. He still said all the right things; “How was your day?” or “Did you eat yet?”but they came out hollow, like he was on autopilot. His laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his kisses had started feeling like a routine rather than a choice.

You noticed. Of course you did.

So tonight, when he barely glanced up from his phone while you were rambling about your day, you had enough.

“Bin,” you said gently, setting your mug down. “Is everything okay?”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You just feel… far away lately.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you, something unreadable in his eyes. Then, all at once, it snapped.

“Sometimes I wonder,” he said, voice low, “if you’re proud of me or just proud of what being with me gets you.”

The words landed with a dull, echoing thud in your chest.

You stared at him. “What?”

He shrugged, suddenly defensive. “I mean, it’s easy to be in love with someone who can give you all this, right? The nice apartment. The expensive clothes. All the luxuries.”

You blinked at him, stunned. “Are you actually saying that you think I’m using you?”

He didn’t say yes. But he didn’t say no either.

Something inside you cracked.

You stood up slowly, hands shaking. “Wow.”

“I didn’t mean it like that—” he started, but you cut him off.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You think I stuck around for the fame? That I put up with the sleepless nights, the long-distance, the missed anniversaries for some perks?”

His eyes flickered with guilt, but the damage was done.

“I was there when you doubted yourself. When you deleted entire songs because you thought no one would ever want to hear your voice. I stayed up with you through tears and burnout and breakdowns. I’ve loved you when you had nothing to give me but a tired smile and a kiss goodnight.”

Your voice cracked, tears pooling in your eyes. “And now that you can buy the luxury things, you think that’s why I stayed?”

His shoulders slumped slightly. “I didn’t mean to say it like that… I’ve just been… people talk, okay? Online, in interviews. I hear things. I start to doubt.”

“You doubt me?” you asked, eyes wide. “You let strangers in comment sections shake your trust in me after everything?”

He winced.

“You think I stayed because you became successful?” You laughed bitterly. “No, Changbin. I stayed because you’re you. The same guy who made me tea at 2AM because I had a bad dream. The guy who practiced until his knees gave out. The guy who cried with me on the floor of your dorm when life felt like too much. That’s who I love.”

You stepped closer, voice softer now, but still fierce. “You’re so much more than your money. More than your status. And I saw all of that before the world did. But if you don’t believe that… then maybe I’m not the one who’s changed.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, all the defensiveness dropped. Replaced with sorrow and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

But you weren’t ready to forgive, not yet.

“I don’t need your apology, Changbin. I need your trust. And if you can’t give me that… then maybe you don’t deserve the kind of love I’ve been giving you.”

You left the room before he could respond, because staying in that silence any longer might break you completely.

Hyunjin

The canvas was still blank.

You stared from the doorway of Hyunjin’s room, arms wrapped around yourself. It had been weeks since you’d seen him paint. The brushes sat untouched. The space, once splattered with life and color, now looked dull. Quiet.

That quiet had bled into the rest of the apartment, the silence while not unusual held a kind of weight that felt intentional.

He barely spoke anymore, just soft nods and short replies. You hadn’t been in this room in days. It used to be your shared sanctuary, a place where you’d sit with him for hours, quietly listening to music while he painted until the sun rose.

Now, it felt like a door he’d locked.

You stepped inside slowly. “You haven’t painted in a while.”

Hyunjin didn’t look up from where he was sitting, sketchbook in his lap. “I haven’t felt like it.”

You moved closer. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

You sighed. “You’ve been distant. You don’t talk to me, you don’t kiss me goodnight anymore. I feel like I’m losing you and I don’t even know why.”

He finally looked up at you. And what you saw in his eyes made your stomach turn.

Resentment.

“You want to know why?” he said, voice low. “Because I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

You froze. “What are you talking about?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between the two of you. “Us. You. I don’t know if you’re here because you love me… or because you love what comes with me.”

You stared at him, completely blindsided. “What the hell are you saying?”

“You love the trips. The brand events. The way people look at you when you’re with me. I see it,” he said, bitterness creeping into his voice. “Sometimes it feels like I’m just your golden ticket.”

Your chest tightened. “You think I’m using you?”

“Would you be here if I wasn’t Hyunjin of Stray Kids?” he asked quietly. “If I wasn’t ’the Versace Prince.’ If I didn’t paint, I didn’t dance. If I didn’t have millions of people who knew my name.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Do you really think that little of me?”

“I don’t know what to think,” he said, turning away. “Everything feels like it’s for show.”

Your heart cracked. “I have never faked a single moment of this relationship. Never. Not when I held you while you cried over a routine that didn’t go right. Not when I stayed on the phone with you until sunrise during tour. Not when I cleaned paint off your fingers when you were too exhausted to move.”

Tears burned your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. Not yet.

“I’ve loved you through every ugly, raw, broken part of you that no one else ever gets to see. And you think I’ve been doing it for clout?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t even look at you.

So you kept going, voice shaking. “You stopped painting the day you started doubting me. You shut me out, not because I did something wrong—but because you got scared. And instead of talking to me, you convinced yourself I was the villain in some fake story your insecurities wrote.”

Hyunjin’s lips parted, a crack in his armor.

“I didn’t fall in love with the idol. I fell in love with Hwang Hyunjin—the messy, soft-hearted, overthinking artist who listens to sad songs on loop and colors outside the lines.” Your voice dropped. “And now I don’t even recognize the man standing in front of me.”

He stood there frozen, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know how.

“I never asked for the perks, Hyunjin. I asked for you. But if you don’t believe in my love, if you really think it’s all some lie, then I don’t know how we come back from this.”

You turned before he could see the tears fall, walking out of the room that used to feel like a shared dream and now felt like a broken promise.

[headkiss]

maybe I'm just too shy but I just KNOW I would be flustered flirting with Clark so could u maybe write a shy!reader attempting to flirt and Clark just being so enamored by it

anon u get me <3 | 0.8k of fluff!!

The Daily Planet is buzzing the way it always is.

The echo of shoes on the floor, the endless sound of clunky keyboards, computer mice clicking every few seconds. The news channel is on all the time, volume constantly being turned up and down when something bigger comes on.

There’s the chatter, too, of course. Giggles whenever girls get a glance (even better, a word) from Jimmy, Lois sipping on her second mug of coffee already. Phones ringing, chairs rolling. It’s impossible to leave without a headache, really.

But you love it.

You have a food column in the paper, every month a different mission to find the best of something in Metropolis. You’d avoided it as long as possible, but this month is coffee.

Still, you get to eat and drink for a living. Sometimes, when they need you, you’ll help out with the bigger stuff, too. Proof reading most of the time, but you like to feel helpful.

Your takeout cup is half empty when Clark Kent walks in. Clark who knows everyone’s name and says hello to anyone walking by every morning. Clark who’s always late, but so sweet and charming about it that nobody ever truly reprimands him for it.

Clark, who you have a desperate crush on.

You once told him you were thinking about getting a cat, to which he quite literally responded “I found one in the alley the other day, I would’ve given her to you! She was very sweet. Reminded me of you a little.”

He then proceeded to tell you it was because you were cute but feisty when you needed to be—you weren’t sure how true that was, but it had you smiling stupid anyway—and not to worry because he’d given the kitten to one of his neighbors.

It doesn’t help that his desk is right next to yours. You probably get more work done in those first twenty minutes than you do the rest of the day.

“Morning,” he says, setting his briefcase onto his desk, sliding into the chair next to yours. “How’s coffee number 17?”

“Hi, Clark,” you twist your chair toward him and hand him the cup. “Not the best, not the worst.”

Clark scrunches his face when he takes a sip, the same way he does every time he takes a sip of your coffee. Too sweet for him, but he’d offered to be a second opinion for your piece, and he’s not one to break his word.

“Still no winner, then.”

“No winner,” you agree. “How mad do you think Perry will be if I put Daily Planet coffee in last?”

Clark laughs, and it feels like you’ve won something.

“Yeah let me know when you do that,” Jimmy chimes in, “so I can watch. Or run.”

You turn back to your computer then, the cursor blinking on the screen. Clark loosens his tie a little and takes his jacket off as soon as he sits down, no doubt preparing to write another front-page-worthy article about Superman.

You can’t help but stare, his shirt tighter around his shoulders, curls falling over his forehead and twisting over his ears. It’s unfair, really, to be so handsome and so.. Clark. You have no idea what to do with it. How to act.

The one and only time you’d asked him to come try a restaurant with you for a review, you’d overthought it and freaked out before he could even respond and immediately extended the invitation to Lois and Jimmy, too.

Even after months and months of working together and seeing him and being friends, your stomach twists when he walks in, even worse when he smiles.

“What is it?” Clark says, and you blink at him. “Something on my face?”

“No, nothing!” you rush out. “Besides your glasses, I mean.”

He smiles, his dimples pop. You pick at the run in your tights, maybe die a little.

“I’ve never seen you without them on,” you say, attempting to fill the silence. You’re not sure it’s working.

He places a hand over his heart. “Honey. At least buy me dinner first.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, biting back a smile, twisting your chair straight again and typing the same word over and over just to look busy.

Clark thinks it’s the sweetest thing. The way you duck your head after he says it, the way you fiddle with your necklace or your rings when you’re nervous. The fact that he makes you nervous.

It should scare him, the idea of you seeing him without his glasses, of knowing him like that — wholly. As both Clark and Superman, the way his Ma and Pa do.

And sure, it does scare him a bit, but he wants it. And when Jimmy asks you something and you turn away from Clark to reply, well, maybe he stares at you too.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Okay so like, I'm in the middle of writing a 4k word smut oneshot because of all your headcanons and fics of Ford- THANK U BTW for "His hands know you better than you do"

Can't stop thinking of Ford having a dumbification kink dbjsabka. Anyways, I think Ford would mercilessly spoil reader to the point where words just don't form from their lips anymore and all they can do is spell out their name.

Or him having Reader writhe and spell his name with her hips.

That's it, thats my ted talk, I'm too shy for more details but I can't stop thinking of Ford just switching up and teasing reader relentlessly.

I am so sorry though if this is way too much, please feel free to ignore if this ask crosses any boundaries and I will understand!! ^^

omg hun. first of all there’s nothing to be shy about. literally nothing. we are all mad here :) so pls never apologise for this. we are simply telling the truth about this man.

second of all, im SCREAMING about your 4k smut oneshot, tag me when you'll post it pls? <3

nsfw bc YES. im such a big fan of the headcanon that Ford has a dumbification kink.

also using the “good girl” because i couldn't resist sorry

Ford never even considered himself a good lover in bed because he was still a virgin before you. so even now, after countless nights of slow, overwhelming sex, he still doesn’t really believe he’s the best you’ve had. not until you scream for him and your legs shake and your voice goes high and helpless, so suddenly he’s like “WTFF was that because of me?” YES. YES IT WAS.

listen, he doesn’t even mean to go that deep. it’s just. your pussy is so warm and wet and greedy and his cock slides in so naturally that he loses track of how far he’s going, until the head bumps your cervix and you jolt, crying out.

“shh, oh im sorry, sweetheart. did i hurt you?”

but you’re clawing at him, choking out little “n-no, just slow down but keep going, please, Ford oh fuck”

awww and he’s half-whimpering into your neck, because fuck, he feels bad for your poor, overstimulated body, but he can’t stop, kissing your tears away so gently. so that's how he fucks you stupid and finds out about dumbification existence. and of course he's obsessed by how quickly you unravel. how a few hard deep thrusts or a bit of dirty praise whispered in your ear turns you from a sharp, witty thing into a soft, drooling, incoherent mess.

he’s all “use your brain, darling,” while stuffing you full of cock and then seconds later going “no, no, don’t think. let me do it for you.”

“but F-ford, can’t think when you’re doing that“ you sob and that’s what he wanted, perfect, that's why he spreads your legs wider, murmuring “exactly,” while pinning you to the bed. “don’t think. let me handle everything.”

also overstimulation. he needs to see you babbling, drooling, blinking slow because your brains are gone. he’ll keep going, murmuring about how you’re too precious to be thinking anyway, “i’ve got you, just let me do the work” and you’re sobbing under him, mumbling nonsense and he’s so fucking proud.

and don't even try to say something smart like a full sentence, he will shut it down immediately with a kiss and another hard thrust.

hes so satisfied when he sees you literally melting from his cock. Ford absolutely loves that glassy-eyed look when you’re gone, when all you can do is hold onto him and moan his name like it's the only word you remember. he loves that pretty empty head of yours. the fact that if he pulls out right now and asks what day of the week it is, you won't even know what the word week means.

you start trying to say please but all you can manage is some soft garbled “pluh–pluhh—“ and then nothing but the sound of your body begging for him.

god is he relentless. he’d do it again. and again. and again. until you’re blinking up at him with no real thought in your head besides more and please and him. just his pathetic fucked-out thing who can’t even say “faster” without crying.

“sweetheart,” he says, cupping your flushed face, “you’re doing so well. but you haven’t said my name properly once.”

and your only reply is a whimpery gasp of “sh-shiit, i— mmn—can’t—“

“mm, no? can’t?” Ford drags his fingers down the inside of your thigh where you’re already shaking, overstimulated and barely holding on. “then show me, please? come on, spell it out for me, darling. you know how. S–t–a–n–f–o–r–d. just like that, good girl.” ugh, brain all fogged up so your body moves on its own, soaking him without even realising it. and if you’re too dumbed down to even do that, don't worry, he’ll take over. puts those big hands on your waist and guides you into slow, lazy circles on his cock, groaning.

your head’s tipped back, just letting out pathetic “ah ah ah” as he fucks into you. you smile stupidly hearing millions of “good girl” from the man who is pushing you into the bed with his deep thrusts, spreading lewd sounds of slaps throughout the room

Ford loves when you stutter. he’ll keep going even when you’re so overstimmed you’re sniffling and twitching, pushing his twitching cock into your sopping pussy while cooing, “can’t stop yet, sweetheart. not until you forget everything but my name.”

It's a pity that you can't see yourself from the outside. just how dumb you look underneath him, how sweet and eager to take everything he gives, tears on your cheeks and tongue slipping over nonsense, and how he makes you cum without a single coherent word from your mouth. he’s so in love. and he’s so going to do it again.

i imagine he’d pin your wrists with one hand and press the other flat across your stomach to feel how deep he is, how far gone you are. “poor thing, so full of me you’ve gone completely soft up there, haven’t you?”

and you’d sob out some broken little “mmm, uh-huh, can’t, feels good, Ford. . . can't think”

“i know you can’t, love. that’s the point. just like that. don’t worry your pretty head, i’ve got it all handled.”

pls don’t get me started on his hands. he'll finger you until you’re numb, wet, overstimmed beyond logic, holding your thighs open and saying “one more” when it’s been three

so yeah im a big believer in Ford fucking his girl stupid. and knowing his narcissistic tendencies, after all this, if you also thank him once your voice comes back, you'll receive “any time, darling. i take my work very seriously.”

[0deathpainting0]

yk whats been on my mind babes ??

toji and shiu coming home to find reader asleep, but theyre both pent tf up from work …

somnophilia .. 🦇

one rule

toji x f!reader x shiu

warnings: 18+ swearing, free use fs, somno, spanking, p in v, rough, raw, creampie, slightest amt of cum play like if you squint, mean!shiu but bros just tired :(, ur genuinely just used and filled by these men !

a/n: my first time writing for shiu so like don’t flame me too hard 😔adored this request tho!! thank u bb it came so fast 😘💞

w/c: 1261

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It’s been a long day. A long fucking week. All Shiu wanted to do was go home to his quiet apartment. That dream was crushed about two months ago when Toji knocked and asked for a place to crash. Of course Toji followed up two weeks later with saying he just “couldn’t finish the job” and brought you home. 

Shiu had about lost it. Hand flexing towards his safe ready to take care of both of his problems at once, but for some forsaken reason he let you both stay. 

Subconsciously, it was probably to fill the infinite void of loneliness, but right now he’s feeling as if it’s to play the game of how long he can hold it together until he absolutely fucking snaps. 

Toji is yapping away in the passenger seat calling it a “debrief” on his job from earlier, but Shiu is clocked out. No more paperwork and absolutely no more fucking debriefs. His knuckles are white against the steering wheel, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the road as Toji rambles on. 

He’s on autopilot the whole way home. Drowning out the conversation, willing them to be in the underground garage and on the way up the apartment. Toji’s still going, unaware of how close Shiu is to breaking. 

By some miracle he manages to park the car and drag himself to the elevator with Toji hot on his heels. The elevator ride is filled with nods and grunts as he tries everything to get Toji to stop. The walk down the hall he continues and once the apartment door is in sight he turns to Toji. 

“We’re home. Shut the fuck up. I don’t care. I need silence.” with that Shiu turns and unlocks the apartment and steps inside. 

“Look at that.” Toji hums and the sides of Shiu’s vision go black at his voice again. “She waited up for us.. or at least tried.” he chuckles, walking over to you on the couch. “I’ll make sure she stays quiet.” Toji grins over his shoulder as he starts to unbuckle his belt. 

“No shame..” Shiu purses his lips. “No decorum." and with that he turns to his room knowing in a couple minutes his silence will be stolen from him once more. 

Toji is quick to drop his pants as he lifts your shirt up seeing your cute little panties. He hovers over your back on the couch placing kisses and bites on your covered shoulder. Cock pressing between your thighs, heavy, hot. Leaking tip nudging against your bud as he sloppily humps you, listening to your sleepy whimpers. 

“Hush, don’t want to get Shiu all pissed off again..” Toji grins, pushing your head back into the pillow. 

Panties roughly pulled to the side, hips hoisted up, you’re fully exposed and open for Toji. He slides his cock up and down your slit, watching as your pussy starts to coat him with your slick. With a few more rushed and teasing thrusts, you’re fully whimpering and pushing back into him. 

“Toji !” you gasp when he pushes his tip in. 

“That’s it, baby.” he grunts, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. “Sucking me in so good.” 

After he’s bottomed out it’s like his mind zeros in on your pussy and the way it clenches and slobbers all over his cock. His pace is demanding, rough. If the sounds of your broken whines didn’t fill the apartment then surely the sound of skin on skin did. Big hands slapping your ass, pulling your hair, all while he continues to drill into you. 

You’re spent already, mind fuzzy, pussy crying for him as he continues at his pace. Your nails are dug into the couch as you push back to meet his thrusts, feeling the build up in your tummy. He gives out a low chuckle and angels his hips just right and-

“Tooojiiii fuck !” you cum hard, messy all over his cock and thighs. 

“Shhhhh.” he hushes. “God damn.” he grunts, not able to push his pleasure off anymore. “Gonna fill you up nice and good.” and you feel his cum start to fill you in ropes. 

You’re stuffed full, legs weak, head cloudy. You hum as you feel Toji lift you and the next thing you know you’re getting placed on your soft blankets. Soft whispers and a soft slap on your ass are the last thing you remember before hearing your door shut. 

Shiu waited an hour. Silently seething in his room, door shut, eyes staring straight ahead. His apartment finally fucking silent. Silent. A rare occurrence. His only rule. That the both of you constantly ignore is to give him silence after work. He’s let it go on for too long. Far too long. 

His legs take him to your door automatically. Hands balled into fists. He’s still in his work clothes, shirt loosened, sleeves pushed up. Hair disheveled from running his fingers through it, angry, distracted. He nods his head once and pushes your door open before softly clicking it shut behind him. 

You’re a fucking mess. Red handprints on your ass, panties barely put back in place. Cum between your thighs, hair tangled. He shakes his head at you.

“I have one rule.” he steps closer to the bed. “Just one.” his hand trails up your leg, your thigh twitches. “All I ask for is silence when I come home. That’s it.” his fingers dig into your soft flesh and all you do is spread your legs. 

His hand hooks into your waistband, yanking your panties down in one go. He steps back and watches your thighs spread, eyes darkening, cock straining on his pants. He sighs, annoyed but.. fuck it. He frees his cock, stroking it a couple times as you shift your hips at him and lift up onto your knees. 

“Fucking filthy.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer. “Can’t listen but can be used.” he smacks your ass and you whimper. “I said silence.” 

“‘m sorry.” he lands a quick smack to your ass. 

“Shut up.” another smack. 

“Shiu !” he watches you clench around nothing as he lands spank after spank until your thighs are trembling, pussy leaking. “‘m sorry.” a sharp smack to your pussy. 

“If you don’t shut the fuck up.” another spank. “I’ll leave.” he plunges his cock into you in one motion. 

You bite into your pillow as hard as you can as he plows into you. Fucking you relentlessly, calculated, mean. Smack after smack of skin, he spanks you again at this sound, surely it’s your fault for making him fuck you so forcfully. Yours and Tojis cum leaking all over him and he growls, thinking about how Toji got him into this literal mess in the first place before landing another sharp smack on each of your cheeks.

“You're messy.” one harsh thrust. “You’re loud.” his hand presses into the center of your shoulders as his thrusts get harder. “And you’re fucking taking me so good.” his only praise and you combust around him at his low words. 

Your pussy is pulsing around him, begging him to fill you. With a couple more grunts and spanks he’s filling you with his hot cum, still fucking it into you roughly. His mind eventually clears and he pulls out watching you leak and fall back into bed limply. He situates himself back in his pants, shaking his head that you’re already fast asleep again. 

“Stay quiet or you’ll keep getting punished.” he mumbles before walking back to his room, basking in the silence.

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[pocketprncess]

need the hanks NOW!! also this is literally so self indulgent and bad shhh

hank 3 being annoying

cw: post realization, nsfw, mdni, light choking, gn reader

all the other hanks are out and its just u and hank 3 at home

imagine ur just trying to do laundry around the house and hank 3 is js following u around the entire time being so ANNOYING

"hey hot stuff, can i help with the laundry?" u narrow ur eyes at him, "only if you're actually gonna help, babe."

he's not helping at all

humping u when u bend over to pick up something or when u grab ur clean underwear from the dryer hes coming up behind u and starts huskily whispering abt how he wants to see u in them to try and work u up pressing his bulge against ur ass

GODDD hes so annoying

heaven forbid if u have to climb into the washer or dryer to grab the harder to reach clothes he's insufferable

pulls out his phone camera "hey babe, say 'stephank i'm stuck in the dryer'" "hank, i am NOT saying that rn"

eventually he succeeds and u push him back onto the couch, to no ones surprise he's already rock hard

but he's literally all talk

"just h-had to distract me, huh hank?" you breathily asked, hands anchoring around his broad n built shoulders while you bounce on his cock. his hands are on your hips and his head thrown back, face flushed as he lets you control the pace. "f-fuck-" he cursed as he felt you tighten around him with a particularly hard grind, "don't know what you're talkin' about, gorgeous."

you felt your eye twitch, he had some nerve, trying to play innocent! moving your hand towards his throat and squeezing just how he likes, it draws a hushed moan out of him. you push his hands off you with your free hand, "no touching. since you can't seem to behave yourself," you stall your hips, making him whine at your command. b-but like, that's his favorite thing! "you don't get to cum." his eyes and mouth widen in protest, earning a gentle squeeze to his throat.

"n-no shot, babe," he challenged. this, like, had to be a prank! he could nut just by looking at you fully clothed, but now he wasnt allowed to even touch you?! "i mean it. you can't be good, so no." pulling off of him until it was just the tip, you use the leverage you have to slam back down on him, the tightness driving him absolutely insane and drawing a breathy moan out of him. you repeat your actions, knowing it was getting him close as his breath got whinier and louder. he fought every bone in his body trying not to touch you, hands gripping the couch cushions and practically leaving scratch marks in their wake.

he tried holding it back, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to fight his orgasm. "p-please, babe," he whimpered, labored breaths and whines falling from his mouth. "w-won't do it again," he cried, hands flying to your hips as he starts chasing his release and hurriedly thrusting his hips up into you. your eyes widen as his harsh thrusts knocked the wind out of you, making your hips falter entirely. you squeeze his neck again, a silent message that he needed to stop. "s-say you're sorry," you muttered, trying to salvage the advantage you had.

he's so sensitive he's practically in tears, feeling you tighten around him and bury him inside you. "'msorry- 'msosorry-" he whispered, trying to please you and get you to give him what he wants. "j-jus' wanted your attention, gorgeous," he spoke with a pout he didnt even know had formed. your eyes and grip on his throat softened at that. "have i been neglecting you, hankie?" you asked him with faux pity, thumbs stroking his hot flushed cheeks. he pitifully nodded, hands roaming around your body while he had the chance. "aw.." you coo, before pushing his hands off you once more and you slowly get off his leaking cock. "that's too bad."

[sparkpup-likes-drawing]

Not so much a request as me asking do you have any spicy scum villain headcanons to share....?🥺🙈

oh boy oh boy do I *jumps and runs around in circles yelling "yippee!" like a gremlin*

Tianlang-Jun is a a VERY submissive bottom (or, when he tops, the most submissive service top ever). Very breedable and moans like no tomorrow. He is my wife now you can't have him >:(

Binghe already canonically was mentioned to like a little pain in bed, but I like to think that he likes being scratched/bitten especially! He likes having marks that show everyone how good he makes Shizun feel! (He definitely doesn't find the dumbest excuse to go shirtless around the other QJ peak disciples to show off the marks 😏🫢)

On that same note, Shen Qingqiu refuses to admit it, but he really does like leaving marks on Binghe. Sure, he has other disciples, but this one is his husband, and he deserves special things!!!

Shen Qingqiu likes being called wife. Like. A lot.

After being married to Binghe for a few months, SQQ decides to try intentionally flirting with Binghe. His hips were not okay for a long while after that. He still kept flirting with Binghe.

Though Luo Binghe loves preparing his Shizun to take him, there really isn't anything quite like the sight of his Shizun on his back, his hair dishevelled and his cheeks flushed, his hand between his own legs as he prepares himself to be fucked. SQQ was embarrassed by it at first, but after he realised that by preparing himself, he made Binghe happy while allowing for more time to stretch himself to take Binghe, he decided to do it a lot more, much to LBH's absolute joy and delight.

Shen Qingqiu tried topping LBH once. He still hasn't tried it again because the moment he started to enter LBH was practically already coming. They need to work on his endurance w that 😏

Liu Qingge is a bottom no I will not be taking questions at this time

Shang Qinghua bites a lot. He's also a power bottom because lord knows if Mobei sets the pace poor SQH's hips will never recover lmaooo

On that note, Mobei doesn't want to set the pace much anyways. He's very submissive and likes watching SQH ride him 😏💖

Also we know that line in canon where SQH told Mobei to call him "daddy" like permanently changed his brain chemistry lmaooo

Not a spicy one, but I need to include it anyways before I explode from not letting it out into the world: Luo Binghe said "I love you" first (because of course he did), and SQQ was almost in tears hearing it (which he later denies as nonsense), and he says "I love you too" back at him!!! (He could've said "This master loves you too" or "Shizun loves you too", but... That's his husband. His husband. He doesn't want to put that imaginary distance between them for something as simple yet grand as love.) Luo Binghe also cried when SQQ said it back to him, and he kept saying "I love you" over and over until SQQ felt like he was drowning in a bowl of sour plum soup lmaooo

Hehe, hope u enjoyed 🥺👉👈

[whenigetscared]

PLEASE I LOVED YOUR NAM-GYU COCKWARMING POST I BEG THE SAME SCENARIO BUT WITH THE OTHERS PLEASE

IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT!!! heres more mouth cockwarming drabbles with my big two: daeho and thanos 👅 (if u have any other specific character in mind, let me know ;))

daeho:

you're cuddled up together watching a movie and he’s so focused until he feels your hand wander under his shirt to rest at his lower belly. your fingers start to play with the small hairs that rest under his navel and reach down to his pubic area (ommfgggngjg daeho happy trail yess pleaseeee need to lick that so fucking bad)

“is this okay?” you’re asking him and when he nods his head at you furiously, you reach down to free his already hardened cock from its confines— his tip already leaking. “keep watching the movie” you tell him and he’s nodding again— softer this time. he tries to regain his focus on the movie, he really does but he’s too focused on the way you softly jerk him off after letting a glob of spit trail down your tongue and onto his cock. he’s watching the way you lay your head on his lower belly and how your hand is still softly moving against his sensitive dick.

for a few minutes, he’s able to regain his composure. that’s until he feels you take his sensitive and flushed head into your mouth. you can feel him start to writhe under you which is exactly how you wanted him. you keep slowly playing with him, letting him subconsciously know that you want to take it easy. one of his arm is propped up behind his head while the other one is reaching down to caress at your hair and your cervical spine.

you can hear him letting out light whimpers and deep breaths every time you lightly suck on the head. he's so infatuated with the way your warm mouth just rests around him and just finally when the credits of the movie start rolling, you're taking him deep in your throat.

thanos/subong:

thanos is currently sat at the desk in the corner of the room, staring at the obnoxiously large monitor adding and reviewing his newest song, and guess what! you're sat on your knees and legs under the desk in between his legs. his pants and boxers are pulled low enough just to free his cock. he knows how this works, this wouldn't be the first time you're doing this, he knows how needy you get when he's paying more attention to his music and to quote him: "lord forbid you wait until i finish editing this shit."

you're laying your head on his thigh, running your finger along his flaccid dick watching it slowly get hard while your fingernail runs across that one vein that slightly protrudes. you keep just taking it easy though, not wanting to distract him and actually wanting him to finish his song but my god how can you control yourself when you've got his semi hard fat cock in front of you.

with your head still resting on his thigh, you're slapping his dick so it comes down to bounce off your cheek. you repeat this motion until you're taking what ever you can fit of his cock in your mouth and he's letting out an airy hiss. you're repeating the motions of keeping half of him in your mouth for a few seconds before pulling him out to press a chaste kiss to the frenulum.

you're so rudely interrupted when his dick is ripped away from your hands from him pulling his chair back to reach under to grab at your face and pull you up to be at eye level with him. the night is only beginning from there!!! *wink*

a/n: im not good when it comes to trying to trying to describe a penis so i used one anatomical term because i genuinely dont know what we call that part of the dick. also this made me miss my ex trololol... hope u like !!!!!

[castielsonlyangel]

HEYY BABESSS!! can i request a really cute sam fic where its just a cute little morning and you wake up really late (at least compared to him) and he just is like "hey sweetheart blah blah" and makes you a cup of coffee just the way you like and cuddles on the couch with you its okay if not 🙏🏻

btw I LOVE YOU and if you would also please send me a request? ANYTHING IS GOOD (ill even write you sammy smut just because ily like that) BUT IF YOU CANTS THSTS TOTALLY OKAY OKAY BYEEE

ᯓ★ˎˊ ‘sleeping in’

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

content: fluff!! established relationship, sam being cutie (per usual)

pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

summary: sam lets you sleep in and makes you coffee when you wake up

word count: 538

requested by: my angel!! i love u always and thank you for the request!!!!

The mattress creaked underneath you as you stretched out your muscles that were aching from sleep.

A frown came upon your lips when you reached out to the right side of the bed and found it cold and vacant, but confusion quickly dissipated when you heard your boyfriend’s voice from the doorway. “Good morning, sweetheart. You slept pretty late today.” Sam smiled softly as he came over to sit down beside you on the bed. The fact he was already dressed and his hair was slightly damp told you he had been up for a while already.

Sam leaned down to kiss you gently and move your hair out of your face, the sleepiness still heavy in your eyes. “You taste of toothpaste.” You teased as you stifled a yawn making him laugh fondly. “Yeah well, i’ll taste of coffee soon enough. Get dressed and all your stuff then come in for breakfast.” He patted your arm and reached over to grab one of your shirts that was hanging off the back of a chair and tossed it at you.

The clock read 10:27 AM. Sam loved to let you sleep in later than himself, it gave him a sense of safety knowing you were getting all the rest you needed while he done work and research to protect and take care of the both of you.

After a quick shower and brushing your teeth, you followed the strong smell of coffee into the kitchen, finding Sam pouring it into two cups with one hand and a book in the other. “Sammy,” He looked over his shoulder at the sound of your voice and grinned warmly. “You have to stop doing everything at once.” You scolded him as you took the book from his hand before closing it and putting it on the table beside you.

Sam pouted like a child as he handed the mug to you, which you accepted gratefully, but nudged him with your foot at his expression. “You gotta slow down sometimes, yeah? Just relax. For once.” The coffee warmed you up as soon as you took a sip, the familiar bitter taste on your tongue a reminder of how much you loved mornings with Sam.

You let Sam guide you to the couch with a pull on your arm, settling comfortably into his side with one arm around you. You leaned your head back onto his chest and sighed contently, feeling him relax underneath you, both of you free of any tension. You drank your coffee and listened as Sam told you about a potential case a few hours away you and the boys could take today, and right as you opened your mouth to ask where Dean and Castiel were, Sam continued.

“They both went out while you were asleep for a food run, I think.” He paused and then shrugged. “You never know with Dean, though, and Cas will follow him anywhere.” He chucked lightly, making you roll your eyes. “You gotta stop teasing them considering how many times they have saved our asses.”

Sam poked your side and took your now empty cup and held it in front of you. “They can’t make coffee as good as I do, though.”

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a/n: this is kinda short i know but i really like how it turned out! sammy my angel, i know i haven’t written much for him. please send some requests if you want! always appreciated and needed.

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[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 29: objects

Prompts by @kroas-adtam, thank u to @divine-misfortune for helping me w this ur a freak

Bishops knife trick

Rain/swiss

Explicit, 3.6k, Warnings: threatening bodily harm as foreplay, knives, degradation, rains a prude, it’s??? Kinda dubious????, small injury, blood, Swiss scratches words into him, trans rain bc when isn’t my rain trans (cunt and clit and tits used for his anatomy),

“If I held it to you what would you do? Would you squirm for me? Act real scared?” Rain could hear the squelch in the wood as the blade dragged closer to him. “Or would you be a good boy, stay nice and still and hope my hands are steady enough not to slip?”

There was a small pile of wood shavings in front of Swiss when rain walked into the greenhouse. He sat at the small table, intricately digging grooves into what seemed to be a hedgehog. Mountain often made small animals in his free time, using his whittling hobby to let off steam when he needed to find something productive. Swiss would often sit with him, his own pocket knife at hand to watch and imitate mountains movements.

He was able to more easily do it by himself now, no longer needing to have mountain walk him step by step through how to make a spoon or an ugly misshapen bear. The animal in his palm was cute and coming together nicely, much to Swiss’ surprise.

Rain walked in to sit and watch, fascinated by the hobby. Smooth sharp blade carving delicately into the wood. Swiss knew how to take care of his pocket knife, polishing it and sharpening it just in case. Mountain had also given it to him, it was important.

Swiss lifted it to thumb over the blade to see how sharp it really was as he stopped his work. Rain felt something tug in his stomach, watching the way Swiss’ handles handled the knife. Sharp, with his veins flexing from the grip. He truly didn’t think he would feel like this.

“You like what you see?” Swiss gave a low chuckle and a sly grin. He assumed rain was looking at his hands, knows rain loves them and it’s cute how much he stares.

Rain gave a small curse under his breath and tried to look back down at the piece of wood like he wasn’t staring. His cheeks started to heat, trying to simply ignore the blade so he didn’t embarrass himself.

“It’s ok, it’s cute how much you love my hands” Swiss laughed. He set down the wood to place a finger under rains chin purely to tease. It was fun to fluster him, work him up for no reason.

“…hands?” Rain mumbled before he could think any better of it. His eyes went wide, waiting for Swiss to put two and two together. It was more embarrassing that he didn’t realize what was going on in the first place. Swiss is more perverted than any of the other ghouls, and if he didn’t immediately assume what rain was after, truly rain must be the pervert.

Swiss gave him a look back in confusion, turning his head down after a second to look at his hand, the sharp knife still in his palm. He noticed rain also looking at it, eyes still wide.

“Oh aren’t you full of surprises”

Rain pulled away, Swiss grabbing his arm right as he moved to stand up and stomp off. He stood right with him, backing him up against the glass window panes. The knife stays in Swiss’ hand, held out like he could use it at any second.

“Trying to hide from me? Can’t deny it now princess. You’re a little fucked up huh?”

“Swiss-“ rain protested, looking around as Swiss raised the knife.

“What’s been rattling around in that perverted little head of yours when you watch me? You hoping I’d pull it on you?”

Swiss stabbed the knife into the wooden support right beside rains face, eyes bright when he flinched from the force. Rain doesn’t have an answer for him, how do you admit such a depraved thing? How can rain speak something like that out loud? The words stick in the back of his throat, choking him while Swiss studied his face and waited for an answer.

“No-“ rain tried to protest against the obvious. It was truly an awful lie, his face was still heated in a pretty blush, his lip bitten red.

“If I held it to you what would you do? Would you squirm for me? Act real scared?” Rain could hear the squelch in the wood as the blade dragged closer to him. “Or would you be a good boy, stay nice and still and hope my hands are steady enough not to slip?”

“Cut it out Swiss”

“Or what? Not in a position to exactly be making demands here tadpole” Swiss’ grin is arousingly terrifying. Rain realized after a moment how fucked he really is, he’s not strong enough to shove Swiss away, the serrated edge of the blade too close to his skin to make any sudden moves. Swiss won’t let him out without a fight, he’s almost entirely helpless, stirring something within him.

The wood creaked as Swiss pulled the knife loose to hold again. Rain eyed it carefully as it came close to the side of his face, threatening to slash right into his pale skin if Swiss wasn’t careful. He could smell the piercing metallic scent in his nose, the blade much too close for comfort as Swiss brought it closer to him.

Rain winced in on himself as the blade sat gently on his cheek, sharp edge flush with his skin. Not enough to do any harm but enough for the threat to settle deep in his mind. It slid down, the point of it directly in the corner of rains mouth before pushing down on his bottom lip, getting the tip right into his mouth. Rain tried not to breathe too hard in fear that it would slice into his mouth on accident.

“The latter then, come on rainy, give it a reason to play nice, give it a kiss”

Rains brain fumbled with the sentence, mouth agape with a bit of drool starting to pool on his tongue. The bitter taste of the metal made him dizzy as he leaned against the wall for more support.

“Don’t hurt it’s feelings baby, go on”

His movements were slow, carefully calculated to avoid being cut. It was honestly cute how scared he was of the thing as if he wasn’t lusting about it earlier. Rain dropped his mouth open a bit more so the pressure wasn’t as threatening before giving a delicate kiss to the dull side of the knife. He looked up at Swiss expectantly with his mouth still on it, dusty from the wood but weirdly arousing just having his lips around it.

“You can do more, know you can give it what it wants” Swiss wants him to fully make out with it for some sick reason that rain almost regrets tearing out of him. He gives it a small kitten lick, flattening his tongue against the blade. An awful part of Swiss’ brain fixates on the sharp edge that is close to his lip, hoping he cuts himself just ever so slightly so he can suck the blood off his tongue.

Swiss is torn between calling him a sweet boy and chastising him for being a fucking freak. He still looks beautiful on the business end of a knife and Swiss can feel his blood heating up in his veins, as thick as lava coursing through him.

“Good boy” Swiss whispered with that awful smile never leaving his face. He slipped it from rains lips, flipping it away while rain stared at him almost expectantly. His eyes were wide as it retracts, tongue hanging dumbly from his mouth.

Swiss’ hands left rains body, stepping aside with a little peck to his lips. Rain grabbed at his arm with a furrow of his brow while Swiss just gave him a confused look as if nothing actually happened, as if he wanted rain to admit the knife pointed at him actually turned him on.

The knife was slid into Swiss’ back pocket as he left rain in the greenhouse with a wink. Rain could only touch his fingers to his lips as if it would bring the knife back to them as he attempted to shake the incident from his mind while the heat started to diminish from his pelvis.

Rain tried to make it a distant memory, a one time event where rain and Swiss both got a bit too self indulgent in their own fantasies. Maybe the heat could be explained by the tension of the moment, simply being turned on because of Swiss being commanding and trapping him in a tight space.

It doesn’t leave his mind. The flex of Swiss’ hands as he does anything makes his mouth water, has to turn and walk away when Swiss takes out his pocket knife to cut a tag off of auroras new dress. The simple metal burns a hole inside of him.

Rain walked into Swiss’ room with a hoodie he had been meaning to return for some time. He saw the light from under the bathroom door, intending on leaving it on his bed and making his back to his own bed.

The knife caught his eye on Swiss’ bedside table. He should’ve left it, shaken it from his mind since he knew he was being less than rational but the thing wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how hard he tried.

He just had to touch it again, feel it between his fingers and maybe the obsession would subside. Rain flipped it open, pressing his finger into the point just to feel the sharpness again. It felt just as sharp as it did last time, fresh like Swiss had just sharpened it himself again recently. Rain placed his thumb on the blade and pressed down gently.

“Whatcha doing tadpole?” Swiss suddenly came out of the bathroom, making rain jump and slice his finger on the knife. He gave a loud yelp, dropping the knife and attempting to hide the evidence of his injury behind his back.

Swiss saw it, or at least heard the way rain cried, but he couldnt help but move without thinking and grab rains wrist to inspect the injury. There was a small cut that ran lengthwise down his thumb, blood beading between split flesh.

The wound is brought to Swiss’ mouth. Purely acting on instinct instead of using his brain. They’ve both never done anything like this, the smell of blood clouding his judgment as he gave rains finger a tentative lick to clean it up.

Rain doesn’t stop him. He only lets out a small pained whimper when Swiss starts to suck, tongue feeling like sandpaper over the tender skin. Heat blossomed beneath the wound as he scraped his teeth over it, pressing down to taste more blood stream out. Rain cursed, biting down on his own lip but still didn’t pull away.

“Tell me how bad it hurts” Swiss growled. Rains brain was starting to go warm and full of static as he tried to respond but the only sounds that got out already sounded wrecked, sorta stupid.

“Knew you were fucked, didn’t think it was this bad” Swiss laughed with a mocking scoff. Has rain always been like this? Or did Swiss accidentally rewire his brain when he cornered him in the greenhouse. Maybe he just broke him and turned him into a dangerous degenerate who craved to be scared like this.

“Did I corrupt that sweet little head of yours, or were you just hiding this from me?”

Rain just stared down at Swiss’s hand still gripping his wrist. He chewed on his lip while Swiss still eyed his finger like a hungry shark.

“Gonna tell me what you’re really into? Let me imagine what kind of nasty stuff you watch with your hand down your pants when no one’s around?”

Swiss really shouldn’t be so predatory about discovering rains secret kink. But rain is known to be secretive and discrete when it comes to sex. The image of his favorite prude shoving a toy into his cunt while watching whatever fucked up porn he could get his hands on is about to send him over the edge completely.

“I’m not- I wasn’t-!” Rain floundered. Swiss moved in closer, completely trapping rain and forcing him to climb up onto the bed and back up against the headboard. It turns out he looks prettiest when he’s scared.

“Paint me a picture before I paint us both red”

The knife was back in Swiss’ hand, making a metallic click as he flipped it open. Rain moans a little at the threat, making himself unable to keep trying to deny the truth. The knife is once again a bit too close to him, Swiss almost pressing himself against rains body with the knife raise up and by his side.

“Who knew the fucking abbey prude liked to hide away and give into such a sick desire, or do you even hide? You’re so desperate for it I’m sure you’d take it in the most obvious places, bet you hope someone will find you, discover how much of a slut you really are”

Rain tried to pant and whimper before the fog in his brain cleared just enough to remember the looming threat if he didn’t talk. The tip was pointed right under his chin and Jesus, the threat to gut him should have really made him much more scared than he was.

“N-no..” rain stumbles over his words once again. He’s goading Swiss on just a bit, wanting to see if he will break skin like he promised. A part of him also just doesn’t want to admit that kind of degeneracy. Sure, he was a ghoul as well but he wasn’t one to kiss and tell, hell the idea of anyone knowing the intricate details of his sex life with any ghoul beside themself would have him blushing and turning away.

He admittedly does have awful, dirty little secrets that Swiss is trying to carve out of him. Horny escapades that he doesn’t speak of because of his own embarrassment.

“How fucked up are you? You’re moaning with a blade to your neck like a freak. Could really just give in, scar you up, if I wanted to stop just there. And you’d like it wouldn’t you?”

The memories came back to him, flooding his brain with a terrible mix of shame and arousal

Feeling brave one day, provoked by dews teasing and kisses that turned hearted but never reached a boiling point, pulls back the curtain of one the confessional booths. Mass wasn’t in session, but he knew that enough siblings and older ghouls roamed and took care of the halls enough for there to be a real threat of being caught.

He fought to take his clothes off in the cramped space and sat back on the small bench, propping a leg up onto the wood for better access. Rain clamped a hand over his mouth before shoving two fingers deep inside himself, soaking his hand and getting slick onto the seat. He came painfully hard when he heard mountain and aether walk by, idly chatting to themselves.

It wasn’t his proudest moment but he hoped they’d hear the awful wet sounds of his cunt and pull back the curtain to see him blissed out and wet. Hoping they’d just take him a quick hole to fuck before zipping up their pants and going back to work. They walked by and left in all actuality, and rain shamefully re-dressed himself and cleaned up his mess. But he wanted it.

Sometimes he writes little insults on himself, demeans himself under those layers of clothes, his filthy secret to admire later before he showered at night.

“I’m bad” rain finally whispered, “so bad Swiss”

Swiss barely feels like he’s in his own body, hell, even dew couldn’t make him act like this. Rain reluctantly admitted all of his escapades as the knife never left his skin. Tells Swiss exactly how he snuck out to the chapel, wrestled his clothes down and teased himself before sinking his fingers in deep. Tells Swiss how he wanted someone to come by and hear him fingering himself because of how wet he got. Tells him how ashamed he felt tugging his pants back up, couldn’t clean himself up and has to walk back to his room in wet and uncomfortable underwear.

“Ask for it. Tell me you want it tadpole”

Swiss would never actually hurt him, but he needs to hear the innocent thing beg for a knife in his for reasons that stay between him and Satan.

“Want to feel it in me, want you to scar me, dig it in my skin and lick over the wound after please-“

The room goes black for a moment and after Swiss blinks rains shirt has been cut open and there’s bright angry red lines scratched across his chest. His skin isn’t cut, simply scratched by the pointed tip of the knife, crudely writing out use me above rains tits.

Rains chest heaves, he’s shaking and Swiss feels momentary dread that he’s actually gone too far this time but rain ghosts his fingers over the marks and looks up at him with doe eyes,

“Your doll came with instructions”

The blood in Swiss’ head rushes south violently. Rains so turned on he’s about to combust, about to cry if Swiss doesn’t stop teasing him with the knife. Swiss tugs rains pants off with a little too much force, while rain is just glad he didn’t cut them off like he did his shirt.

Swiss looked over top of him, presses the cold metal on his thigh just an inch too close to his cunt that’s absolutely sopping wet, some of his slick already coating his thighs and getting onto the knife. He used his free hand to spread his folds, getting a good look at him before pressing the flat of it lightly against his clit.

“Behave” Swiss warned as rain jolted from the sensation. He should be more careful, not in the position to make any sudden movements. Rain whimpered and nodded, watching Swiss bring the knife up to his lip and lick rains slick right off the fucking thing. The image should be illegal, rain doesn’t think he will ever rid it from his mind.

The knife was raised to his neck again. Rain craned back to avoid it while Swiss gave a rough squeeze to his tits so he would jump. Part of him wants to finger him just like that, real slow, tell him to cry pretty if he doesn’t want to get cut.

He needs to be inside him. Swiss needs to shove his cock in his till he screams. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t give him any time to adjust, just slams into him. The knife is driven right into the wooden headboard for leverage, right next to rains face. Rain gives a squeak and flinches once it’s next to him but it’s hard not to absolutely wail once swiss starts fucking him properly.

Swiss wants to commit the scared sound to memory. He begs rain to make the sound again, wants him loud, wants to let everyone know he’s his.

“O-oh fucking hell princess, that’s it, scream for me please oh god-“ he ducked down and tucked his face into his neck, hiking rains legs up over his hips to really fuck into him.

Something twists within Swiss as he continues to fuck into rain. Their whole thing has been threatening until now but Swiss can’t help but look down and feel admiration and love. Swiss can threaten rain with bodily harm as foreplay but it’s hard to keep up such a persona when rains sobbing beneath him and begging for Swiss to make him cum.

The knife gets forgotten and tossed aside in favor of Swiss using both of his hands to grab onto him properly. He whispered mine between pants and clumsy kisses onto rains skin.

It all unravels quickly. Swiss kissed over the scratches as an attempt to apologize before getting a thumb on rains clit to really make him feel good after everything.

“Love you tadpole, look so pretty beneath me baby, take it so well” Swiss kept calling rain all kinds of things as he came that made rains head spin far more than the knife did. Already fuzzy and dumb but Swiss telling him he loves him makes it so much worse.

Rain came around Swiss’ cock with a stupid smile on his face, eyes fighting to stay open and cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink. Swiss never wants to let him out of his bed, wants to keep him there and tell him how much he loves him just to see that sweet smile again.

“I’m sorry tadpole, I’d never hurt you, you know that right?” Swiss pulled out and curled rain into his side, tucking his face under his chin to press his ear against his chest.

“Didn’t mean to scare you for real sweetheart, you know that right? You know I’d never do anything to actually hurt you?” Swiss kissed over his skin again where he had scratched him.

“I’m fine Swiss” rain giggled a bit, Swiss’ lips tickling his skin, “that was perfect”

“Love you so so much, I’m sorry I was so rough with you” rain floated alongside him, head in the clouds as he got cuddled so close.

“Love you too swissy”

Swiss took delicate care to clean rain up with a warm wash close and tended to his finger with actual antiseptic and a nice bandaid. Rain was half asleep by the time he was done, letting Swiss maneuver him as he wished.

Swiss gave a look up, with a grimace on his face.

“I think I fucked up my headboard”

[danieyells]

Helloo ^^ First, thanks for the huge work you put in to feed us card reveals in advance, all the sprites and voice lines 🥹🙏🏻

I wanted to ask if you did a post with all the SSR summon voice lines? Sorry if someone requested this already >.>

Have a nice day and take care of yourself! 🩷

Hiya! I'm glad I can be helpful and that people enjoy it! 💕

I haven't done that because I didn't really think it was like. Necessary I guess? U: They're often part of the push notifications for when the character is available in the gacha and they're all the same for each character no matter what the card is. But that's an easy list to make! Here are the SSR summon lines in English and Japanese 👍🏾

Jin Kamurai

"Ha. Guess I'll give you some attention."

「ハッ、俺が可愛がってやるよ」 ("Ha, I guess I'll dote on you.")

Tohma Ishibashi

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance."

「私が、貴方のお力になりましょう」 ("Allow me to assist you.")

Kaito Fuji

"What!? M-Me!? I mean of course! I-I've got you covered!"

「お、おれ！？あ、うんうん！ぜ、全然任せて！？」 ("M-me!? Uh, yeah, yeah! L-leave everything to me!?")

Lucas Errant

"Let's go. There is always hope ahead."

「行こう。この先に、必ず希望はあるから」 ("Let's go. There is always hope ahead.")

Alan Mido

"I got something I need to do here."

「俺には、ここでやるべきことがある」 ("I've got something I need to do here.")

Leo Kurosagi

"Wow, you wanted me that bad?"

「へぇ、そんなにオレがよかったの？」 ("Wow, you want me that much?" or "Wow you're that happy to see me?" maybe)

Shohei Haizono

"What're you looking at? C'mon, let's go."

「あぁ？見てんじゃねぇよ。行くぞ」 ("Huh? Don't just stare. C'mon, let's go."

Haru Sagara

"All right, I'll take it from here! Gahaha!"

「よっしゃ、後はわしに任せときぃ！ガハハ！」 ("Alright, leave the rest to me! Gahaha!")

Towa Otonashi

"Tell me lots of love stories, okay?"

「愛の話、いっぱい聞かせてね？」 ("Tell me lots of love stories, okay?")

Ren Shiranami

"If anything happens to me, it's your fault."

「なんかあったら、先輩のせいっすよ？」 ("If anything happens, senpai's to blame, right?")

Taiga Hoshibami

"All right, who the hell called me?"

「俺様を呼んだのは、どこのどいつだ？」 ("Who the hell called me?" Taiga uses 'oresama' here for himself--he goes between using ore, oresama, and oira as his first person pronoun, although we aren't sure why yet. 'to call' can also mean 'summon' funnily enough.)

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

"I see you have an eye for quality. That's unexpected."

「へぇ……あんた、意外と見る目あんじゃん」 ("Huh. . .you have a surprisingly discerning eye, don't you.")

Ritsu Shinjo

"Rest assured—I, Ritsu Shinjo, will come to your defense."

「弁護なら、この針条律にお任せを」 ("If you need defense, leave it to me, Ritsu Shinjo.")

Subaru Kagami

"I'll do my best to live up to your expectations."

「ご期待に添えるよう、頑張ります」 ("I'll do my best to live up to your expectations.")

Haku Kusanagi

"Well, I'll do what I can."

「ま、やれるだけのことはやりますよ」 ("Well, I'll do what I can.")

Zenji Kotodama

"Has this inspired man of the quill left you speechless?"

「天才作家を前に、言葉も出ないかい？」 ("Are you at a loss for words in front of a genius writer?")

Edward Hart

"Wicked girl. You ought to know better than to play with fire."

「いけない子だ。火遊びはほどほどにね」 ("You're a naughty child. You should be more careful playing with fire." 'child' is not so much literal, it's a diminutive I've seen used regardless of age lol)

Rui Mizuki

"Hey there, it's me—your curse twin!"

「君のソウルメイト、俺ちゃんで～す☆」 ("It's meee, your soulmate★" 'orechan' is a cutesy, friendly way of referring to himself, similar to how 'oresama' is an extremely aggressive/arrogant way of doing so(which is why Taiga and Leo both use it now and then.) I think he's supposed to sound a bit gyaruo-ish lol. Funnily enough apparently Deadpool uses 'orechan' for himself too!?)

Lyca Colt

"What do you want me to do? Say it."

「なにすればいい？ちゃんと言えよ」 ("What do you want me to do? Say it properly.")

Yuri Isami

"Are you feeling ill? Allow me to examine you."

「どこが悪いのです？僕に見せなさい」 ("Where is the problem? Allow me to examine you.")

Jiro Kirisaki

"Okay. What part am I examining?"

「いいですよ。どちらを診ますか？」 ("Okay. Which part do I examine?")

[sturniolo04]

May u please do one with their younger sister and she get her first period when out in Japan and the take her back to the hotel and help her

A/n:  ofc! I put a little spin on it and made it into a little blurb! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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You always prayed that whenever you got your first period it would never be in an embarrassing sitaution but mother nature clearly had other plans.

You and your brothers had decided to take yiour guys first out of the country vacation to Japan of all places and to say you were excited for this trip was an understatement. You all were on day two of being in Japan and you guys were planning on going back to the same arcade that you all had visited the day before.

Waking up that morning you felt off but of course you didnt know what it was and of course you get up and get ready for the day and there was no sign of red anywhere but you couldnt shake the weird strong cramps that sprodiacly attacked your abdomen.

"Nick give me some more of them I want to win this again"

matt stated annoyed with him that he would hand over the tokens he was asking for. Chris was the first to notice something was off with you.

"hey you okay"

chris asked you coming up to you standing next to a table hunched over holding your stomach.

"yeah my stomach is just like cramping i dont know whats up with that"

you sigh out standing up feeling a little relief from the pain.

"maybe you are just hungry lets go get some ramen or something"

chris suggests.

"yeah thats a good idea"

nick agrees.

You guys get to the ramen place and lets just say eating was definitely not helping.

"does it taste good"

matt asks as you shake your head 'no' not becvause the food didnt taste good but because the cramps were starting to kick in more.

"i have to go to the bathroom"

you huff out getting up and leaving the table leaving your brothers slightly concerned. Once you get into the stall and begin to handle your business there is was. The deep shade of red in the bottom of your underwear. You let out a frustrated exhaling somewhat panicking quickly grabbing your phone calling your mom.

"sweetie hi"

marlou's voice cuts through when she picks up.

"mom"

you sob out.

"whats going on"

marylou coos.

"i got my period and i dont know what to do its all in my underwear"

you sob out slightly shaking still panicking.

"oh no sweetie stuff some toliet paper there for now but have the boy take you back to the hotel and ask the room service to bring some pads or tampons for you okay"

marylou explain slowly making you feel slightly better about what to do next.

"okay mom"

you sniffle out.

"ilove you sweetie call me if you need anything else but tell the boys mom said to be gentle with you"

she states as you let out a small giggle hanging up the phone.

"hey are you okay"

nick asks as they all came over to you.

"yeah can we go back to the hotel i had a accident"

you state mumbling the last part.

"what do you mean"

matt questions softly .

"i got my period"

you mumble out refusing to make eye contact with your brothers.

"oh no im sorry"

chris apologizes even though it wasnt his fault quickly wrapping his arms around you giving you a hug.

"yeah lets go back to the hotel and we can just lay in the bed for the rest of the day and eat your left over ramen"

nick states chuckling.

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[justboredtingz]

hii ! loved ur obsessed!aizen x reader n ur other aizen x reader. the characterization is absolutely beautiful! will b stalking ur page for more. is it okay if i could please req any jugram haschwalth? it can b up to u, i wna leave it open but i’d love if it was with a shy innocent reader. jugram needs sm more love! it’s okay if u don’t do the ask. have a great day !! <33

Thank you!!!! I really appreciate this request I’ve been BEGGING for inspiration lol. This is just some fluff, more so a cute little story. If you want me to continue this, or even do something smutty for him, just let me know! I hope it’s not too boring for you T^T <3

He had first noticed her not for her power, because she possessed none worth mentioning, but for her stillness. She did not command attention the way warriors did. She did not step into a room with intent or ambition. She moved like she barely belonged in the same world, as though her soul had been crafted for gentler things, but was unlucky enough to be stuck in a place not made for her kind.

Jugram had watched her in silence. At first, only with the mild curiosity of a man who noticed everything. But over time, her mannerisms, her smell, her existence, began to anchor in his mind in a way he could not explain.

She worked quietly in the archives— organizing records, copying texts, delivering messages with her eyes averted and her words so soft they were often lost. She bowed too deeply. She never asked for anything. And still, she offered the smallest, most earnest smiles to those who would never return them.

He didn’t know when she became the thought that lingered in his mind at the end of each day. Or when his footsteps started carrying him past the hall outside the archives more often than was necessary. He didn’t know when her presence, one so small, so unassuming, began to unmake the armor he had worn for so long.

Jugram had never known softness. He had only known control, duty, restraint. But in her presence, he began to notice the absence of harshness. She never spoke ill of others. Never raised her voice. When she did speak to him, her tone was only slightly above a whisper, as if she feared she might disturb the air around him by accident.

And perhaps that was what undid him the most:

She was kind to him.

Not because of rank. Not because of power. But because… it was simply who she was.

It unsettled him.

Jugram had turned away, jaw tight. Something in his chest had ached. That was when he first realized it. The pull. She stirred in him what no one else had ever dared to touch.

It wasn’t just infatuation. No, Jugram was too measured, too composed for that. It had became something far deeper and aching— Limerence.

It was the longing to protect. To shelter. To take that quiet, trembling creature and place her somewhere no one could ever hurt her again. Not even the world. And it consumed him, painfully so.

But she didn’t know, or at the minimum she didn’t show it. She was so unaware of what her gentleness did to him. So completely oblivious to the storm she stirred beneath the surface of his skin. If he were to let her know… if he touched that fragile purity even once… he might never stop. He was afraid one touch from him was all it would take to tether her to a fate as cruel and lonely as his own. But the ache only worsened. The more he tried to suppress it, the more his mind betrayed him, latching onto every detail, every mannerism like a lifeline.

He started noticing smaller things. The way she’d twirl her hair only when she was nervous. The way she avoided eye contact when anyone stood too close. The way her fingers curled around the sleeves of her robes like she was always trying to make herself smaller. As if she knew she didn’t belong in this violent place, but stayed anyway, out of duty. Or hope.

There was a shift. A shift so gradual, neither of them could pinpoint when the distance between them started to close. She would find him already present when she arrived at the archives, glancing up only to meet his eyes across the room before they both looked away. He never intruded, only occupied the same spaces. He initially had wanted to protect her from afar, remain a silent observer of her quiet light. But now… now he craved closeness. Craved the sound of her voice when she said his name without caution. Craved the chance to see if her gaze could hold his without fleeing. He began to force proximity. He asked for scripts he never read. Brought her rare ink she hadn’t requested. Left notes requesting updated records that did not need updating. Anything. Anything to stay near her. At some point, she had begun to speak more when he was around. Her voice still quiet, but less hesitant. Her smile less fleeting. Jugram was becoming content, having her like this. Because she was becoming comfortable. With him.

Once, her hand brushed his as she passed him a scroll, and she didn’t pull away immediately. She looked up. Their eyes met.

He saw it.

The same ache that had lodged itself inside his chest now flickering in hers—uncertain, unspoken, but there.

And that was when he knew. This was never going to fade.

No passing fascination could make his heart twist at the sound of her laughter. No idle curiosity could make him wake with her face etched behind his eyelids within the night. No simple affections could bring restlessness to his soul at the thought of these feelings possibly being reciprocated.

That night, he stood outside the archive doors for a long time. Not waiting. Just… breathing. As if preparing to step into a decision he could no longer retreat from.

And then, finally, he entered.

She turned at the sound of the door closing, her hands stilling where they rested atop a stack of parchment. Her eyes lifted to meet his, wide and hesitant beneath the soft fall of her lashes. She greeted him simply, giving him that same soft smile he deeply admired.

There was a tension to his frame, shoulders held taut, fingers curled faintly at his sides, as though he were bracing for something he could no longer postpone.

Silence passed between them. Not uncomfortable, but heavy. Saturated with the kind of anticipation that made the air feel too thick, like the sky before a lightning storm.

He stepped forward. Each stride bubbling more anxiety in his chest, possibly a little more aggressive than he wished.

She took an involuntary step back, unsure of what exactly was happening. She watched him, breath shallow, eyes flicking between his and somewhere else like she couldn’t decide whether to stay or flee.

But then, her lower back gently met the edge of the desk, and Jugram stopped just before her.

For a moment, he said nothing. Only looked at her—as if memorizing the way the light touched her skin, how her hands clutched the hem of her sleeves, knuckles pale with nerves. His gaze traced the strands of hair that had fallen loose around her face. One trembled slightly near her mouth with every shallow breath.

“Jugram.. ?” She exhaled.

He sighed, slow and soft, as if he was experiencing some sort of inner turmoil.

“I do not mean to frighten you,” he said at last, his voice low, laced with control. But beneath the surface, it cracked faintly with something far more human.

“I have been…” he hesitated, eyes flicking briefly to the side before settling on her again, “observing you.”

Her breath caught. She didn’t speak.

“I noticed it first in passing,” he continued, voice trembling just slightly, too soft to notice. “The way you move— quietly. Without demand. The way you smile— even to those who don’t deserve it. I find myself waiting for the curl of your lips. Searching for your presence in rooms I do not belong in. You make me feel… peaceful. As though I am not beyond redemption. As though I might deserve to be looked at the way you look at me.”

His hand lifted, slow and uncertain, until it hovered beside her cheek.

“I tried to ignore it. Tried to remind myself of the path I walk… the fate I have already sealed.” His jaw tightened. “But the longer I watched, the more difficult it became to stay away.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips trembling as they grazed her skin. His knuckles traced the line of her jaw before tilting her chin upward—just enough to bring her gaze to his. His eyes searched hers, drinking in every flicker of emotion and something perilously close to trust. And when her breath caught once again, his gaze dipped, briefly, to her lips. The contact was feather-light, with adoration. As if she might disappear should he touch her with anything more than devotion.

“I am not a man prone to indulgence. Nor am I easily swayed. But you…” He paused, voice a breath above a whisper. “You have undone me. Quietly. Entirely.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her lips, though he held back, fighting with the weight of restraint.

“I fear that if I do not act on these feelings— if I do not kiss you now, I will live with the regret of not being true to myself. And to you.”

A silence bloomed between them. She stared up at him, trembling now herself—lips parted, lashes fluttering.

Then, as if summoned by instinct, her hands moved. They gripped the front of his uniform, not harshly or with desperation— not even strong enough to wrinkle the fabric— but with the shy, tentative certainty of someone who had been waiting for this moment far longer than she had dared to admit.

His control shattered.

Jugram closed the distance between them, lips brushing hers in a kiss so soft it could’ve been mistaken for a breath. He tasted the fear in her, the wonder, the unshed words. And still, he did not pull away.

Only when her hands tightened slightly against his chest did he dare deepen it, just enough to feel her meet him there in that impossible space between duty and desire.

When he finally drew back, his forehead rested gently against hers, and their breaths mingled between them.

Her voice, when it came, was no louder than a whisper. “I’ve always known.”

He blinked, just barely.

“I could feel your eyes,” she said softly. “Even when I didn’t look… I knew. I just didn’t know how to speak to someone like you.”

His chest ached at that. At the way she still looked at him like he was something too high to reach. A relic, not a man.

But now she was here. And she had not run.

With a tenderness he had not known he possessed, Jugram slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer, and brought her hand into his other, lifting it as though to begin a dance. He looked into her eyes—not as a commander, not as a Sternritter, not as fate-bound—but as a man.

And he kissed her again. Lips moving perfectly in sync with hers. Their breaths mingled, shallow and warm, the space between them collapsing until nothing remained but the hum beneath their skin. This was no longer just a kiss, but the start of something Jugram would protect with his life, willing to go against his own duties to keep.

[svmeldyb]

I can’t wait to use like the duffers said the van scene will all pay off in the end”. That literally means it’s all being built up n at end (well Byler) Because I’m sorry if u watch this show n ship mileven it’s crazy to me in my opinion .Either you’re homophobic. Or even don’t pay close attention to the show this show is one of those shows where you have to pay close attention they have foreshadowings even if it’s not said. Because not everything needs to be said. You can literally take a closer look behind something not just how something’s appears to look

. Even teens can catch these things like myself. It’s so obvious in s4 but I won’t even say season 2 was subtle because they parallel how jancy was sleeping on side each others bed crazy together being said(we all kno wat that means) . S1 was subtle but there were hints at it since they weren’t together much in s1.

Yea season 1 they were literally cute because they were friends that’s the vibe I got nothing more but when Mike did that akaward kiss I was thrown off. But NOW that I’m older this looked like a scene out of a gay film where the boy experiments tryin to be with a girl. (U wouldn’t understand if you haven’t watch gay films) but as they grew up it became annoying to see them on my screen I won’t lie.felt like a middle school couple still.lumax doesn’t act that way. N let’s be frl we all know Lumax is endgame.jancy doesn’t act that way be all over each other it’s like they try hard to maybe convince themselves of something.

They’re even ppl who ship jancy n Mileven and agree they didn’t come from a loving home.Like how does that work but ok.People act like they haven’t seen a boy care about the person there dating even if they are gay they even kiss the girl. Like eyewitness

But what’s funny is those weird kissing scenes.. PUHPLEASSEEE… it’s so funny like yea no Mike is gay. Like no mileven is delusional like go rewatch these scenes baby.Then to show u the difference they had him talk to Will before El.in els scene after that kiss he doesn’t smile.like the big smile he had on his face looking at Will.Even get a close up( Mike literally flirts with Will in s4 like three to 4 times) the bedroom scene included and the end of s4.

im gonna puke he was so excited to see his boyfriend but he got that fuckass side hug instead… 🫤 If we don’t get a proper byler hug in s5 i’m suing the duffers.

[swandivers]

at the dazed korea anniversary party with @neutralcha0tic

there is a story that jihan is destined to live in forever. it’s a bitter one, ripe with regret and longing—the happy ending stares him dead in the eyes, and he’s never ready for it. he turns away, the story flips back to page one; a hostile groundhog day situation, rinse and repeat.

he doesn’t avoid the inevitable anymore. he approaches jules with the confidence of a man who knows what’s good for him—a sober man, happy to see his friend. his first drink of the night is in hand, but he’s barely touched it yet - the descent has only just begun. to approach jules so early in the night is intentional. he knows he’ll be a wreck by the end of it, and he knows better than to drag her into his messes; he wants to show her the best of him, wants her to believe in it. he hopes that she leaves early.

“hey, you,” he greets, smiling in a way that he really only ever does with her. it’s the way that he used to smile, back when he was a naive trainee—all teeth and dimples. “you look great.” he thinks it’s a given—she’s a gorgeous girl, she always looks good, even at her worst—but he knows how she doubts herself. maybe it’s self-centered of him to think that a compliment from him would be wanted or needed, but he thinks it anyway.

"how are you feeling?"