#i control you to please acknowledge me

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Same moment, very different energy

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[phagodyke]

also I've been religiously reading network effect to get me thru this family ordeal and I'm beyond the point of no return imprinting on murderbot now....... genuinely considering trying it/its pronouns bc the gender chord that keeps being struck is embedded so deep under my skin 😵‍💫

[senadimell]

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[qiyuearning]

your first time with caleb and he is so, so… how can he even describe it?

“you’re— you’re— i can’t even . . . ohmygod? just wow.” he says all in one breath, eyes struggling to focus on just one part of you. his hands hover just over your torso, tracing the air over eager skin. he doesn’t know if he can handle even a second more of this. is he dreaming right now? is he allowed to?

god, let him have this. finally, his hands find their way to your hips, slender fingers flexing against smooth curves. he could feel your body pressed against his, warm and solid. real.

he always had a snarky quip or a teasing remark to lighten the mood, but right now, all that escapes his lips is an uncharacteristically pathetic sound he doesn’t mean to let slip.

“pip— you’re gorgeous. i mean you’re always gorgeous! o-obviously. always have been,” he sputters, his breathing almost erratic as he chastises himself in an attempt to chase after what little shred of common sense and control he has left. “can i? i mean, will you let me . . . ? no— god, if i could just—“

caleb babbles perhaps a million things per minute—prayers most likely, so fast that it makes your head spin. it isn’t until he feels your touch on his chest that he calms down, your hand warm and solid. real.

“slow down.” you sigh from your place in his lap. he looks like he’s about to burst into tears— or flames. “use your words, caleb.”

he was a man on the edge, a man finally acknowledging his need. his lips found the sensitive spot on your collarbone, teeth scraping against tender flesh lightly.

he looks at you for further permission, a violet gaze that is screaming please, please, please, let me have this. hesitantly, he places an experimental kiss along your jaw. then one to your lips. then another, and another until he can’t remember a feeling that could ever be better than this. it’s desperate, rushed, and a little clumsy, a culmination of years spent holding back.

“. . . words are the last thing on my mind right now, pipsqueak.”

he feels the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your clothes, the weight of your thighs pressed against his. his fingers find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over your skin. his touch is both gentle and possessive, as if claiming something long overdue as his.

[mahgyu]

Choso smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── Choso was feeling so strange about receiving a blowjob for the first time in his life.

And even though it was a new sensation for him, it was surprising. Choso had restless hands, unsure where to put them, his tongue came out of his mouth, wetting his dry thin lips. Choso's cock felt heavy on your tongue, spreading the drops of pre-cum that gathered above the slit, his skin was hot, essentially burning at your touch. He let out a short moan as he felt your wet silky tongue moving slightly under the head of his penis. You used your hands to anchor yourself, your nails leaving crescent moons on the surface of his thick muscular thighs as you gripped him.

On impulse, Choso entered your flexible mouth with more force, the sudden act causing you to gag, which immediately made Choso concerned when he noticed.

But you were quick to reassure him, smiling wickedly at him while still holding him in your mouth. You then moved your fingers down to his heavy balls, caressing them firmly, eliciting a sudden moan from Choso.

"So you're the type who enjoys choking games, Cho? What a dirty boy you're proving to be, huh?" You tease, smiling even wider when you notice him shrinking back shyly. You resume sucking him, this time faster and squeezing him harder.

"N-no, I didn't mean to do t-that, shit, please, slower" He tries to explain as he struggles not to reach his limit yet. The uncomfortable sensation from the beginning was barely present now as pleasure took over.

"Ah, baby, it's okay. You can fuck my throat if you want" Your voice, sounding so velvety while saying such promiscuous things, left Choso mesmerized.

He murmurs softly and you feel the blockage in your throat open up as Choso's cock reaches deeper, but this time slowly. Your mouth gradually closes around Choso's penis, getting tighter for him with each second as he settles shakily into you.

And Choso settled into your little mouth, moaning louder as he felt your throat around him, pushing himself into you until your nose bumped against his pelvis. His head tilted back and eyes tightly shut, his shoulders rising and falling erratically as he frantically tried to control his breathing.

"A-ah, that's it, so deep" Choso says hoarsely, now allowing himself to stroke your hair. You murmured in acknowledgment, running your nails along his thighs, sending shivers down his skin. Choso's breath caught when your throat vibrated around him, causing you to shift position as your pussy became uncomfortably wet, craving touch.

Choso's grip on your hair tightened, now using it to guide your head down rather than having to push into you. His brows furrowed, lips parting in a soft moan as he guided your mouth up and down along his shaft. Your tongue tracing the veins that slightly protruded on his skin, the salty taste of pre-cum coating your mouth entirely. Drool accumulated at the back of your throat and dribbled from the corners of your mouth each time Choso entered or withdrew. You sucked the saliva and pre-cum that flooded your mouth, causing him to feel your throat tighten around his cock every time you swallowed.

"I knew you liked this, you pervert " You tease again, amused and breathless, while Choso, in turn, has his lips curling into a small satisfied smile as he drifts further into his own pleasure.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Finally, Choso's version!! (I think this needs to be turned up a bit more to be heard better)

Which one do you suggest should be next?

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome 🫶🏻💕

[lieyarzy]

MANAGER-NIM!!!

Wherein the Manager of the famous Saja Boys gained fans because of their ethereal beauty and why are they a lot of videos of them??? Is that the SAJA BOYS???

🎀This is based on a post I saw and I forgot who the author was…I love you please I just forgot your name

🎀Reader is also genderless so…let me know if you want more of this cause I have a LOT like they’re just waiting….

The dimly lit backstage buzzed with the energy of a sold-out Saja Boys concert. Sweat beaded on foreheads, instruments lay scattered, and the air thrummed with the residual roar of the crowd. Amidst the chaos, stood Y/N, their manager, calmly sipping lukewarm coffee, a serene island in a sea of controlled pandemonium. Their ethereal beauty, often remarked upon by fans online, was even more striking up close; a soft glow seemed to emanate from them, a stark contrast to the slightly wild energy of the Saja Boys.

Jinu, the charismatic leader, approached Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He presented them with a single, perfectly ripe strawberry, plucked seemingly from thin air. "For the hardest-working manager in the demon world," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down even the most hardened fan's spine. Y/N chuckled, accepting the strawberry with a grateful smile. The subtle touch of their fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings simmering beneath the surface. Fans online went wild with this clip; comments like "Jinu's soft gaze! I'm melting!" and "The way he presented the strawberry...my heart!" flooded the video.

Baby Saja, the youngest and most playful member, bounced up to Y/N, brandishing a ridiculously oversized stuffed panda. "Manager-nim! I won this for you! It's as cuddly as you are!" he declared, his voice brimming with childish enthusiasm. Y/N, despite their initial surprise at the unexpected gift, couldn't help but laugh, accepting the panda with a warm hug. Fans swooned, commenting on how adorable Baby Saja was and how much Y/N seemed to adore him. The hashtag #ManagerNimIsPrecious trended for hours.

Abs Saja, known for his stoic demeanor, surprised everyone by quietly placing a steaming mug of chamomile tea in front of Y/N. He simply nodded, his usual aloofness replaced with a gentle concern. Y/N, who knew how much he appreciated quiet moments, accepted the tea with a soft smile. This quiet interaction touched fans deeply. Comments like "Abs Saja showing his love in his own way," and "The unspoken understanding between them is everything!" poured in.

Mystery Saja, ever the enigmatic one, presented Y/N with a small, intricately carved wooden box. Inside, nestled on velvet, was a single, shimmering obsidian shard. "A small token of appreciation," he murmured, his voice a low whisper. Y/N, intrigued, carefully examined the shard, a subtle smile playing on their lips. Fans were captivated by the mysterious gift and the air of secrecy surrounding it, speculating wildly about its significance.

Romance Saja, the romantic of the group, simply handed Y/N a single, perfect red rose. No words were needed; the gesture spoke volumes. Y/N accepted the rose, their cheeks flushing slightly. This simple yet powerful moment melted hearts online. Comments like "Romance Saja is the king of romance!" and "This is pure cinematic perfection!" were abundant.

The short video compilation, showcasing these individual interactions, went viral. Fans were captivated not only by the Saja Boys' undeniable charm but also by their genuine affection for their manager. The comments section was a whirlwind of adoration, with many praising Y/N’s grace under pressure and the band's protective instincts towards them. The hashtag #SajaBoysLoveTheirManager became a global phenomenon, solidifying Y/N’s status as a beloved figure in the K-Pop world. The video even attracted new fans to Y/N, who was now gaining a following of their own, independent of the Saja Boys.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[twilightofthesandwiches]

There’s a lot of stuff in Deltarune, especially Ralsei’s arc, that is, I think, kind of an exploration/critique of common Video Game tropes about Player Character-NPCs friendships. Mainly the simplification of good/bad options in friendship progression and the concept of the blank-slate protagonist in the context of video game friendships.

I mean, that whole thing of having a Player Character being a stand-in for the Player and so building friendships in-game is much more focused on flashing out the NPCs and making them lovable to the Player. While explaining which traits in the Player Character the NPCs likes or what they would like to do together is given less focus and a lot more ambiguity. Because… well… that character needs to stand in for any person ever who plays the game and they need to feel like this character likes them whatever their individual traits may be. As well as how this whole thing interacts with choices. Like gamifying the idea of friendship into just picking the nicest and most pleasing and placating option until you ‘win’ the status of being friends with them.

Like, that’s also kind of a thing in Undertale (as certain elements in Deltarune are based on or built on the audience response to Undertale). I hardly think it’s a detriment to that game, to me it’s more of a thing of “a game can’t be Everything at Once. Part of Undertale’s greatness is that it knows what it wants to focus on”. But many fans have already poked fun at how, because the idea of Frisk not being a total Blank-Slate-Self-Insert is actually kind of a twist - most of the other characters’ friendships with Frisk involve these wonderfully-written fully-rounded adults trauma-dumping on this silent blank child and then going “Wow you’re such a great friend, I’m so happy you’re here to support me!”

Papyrus’ character was already kinda a Tounge-in-Cheek acknowledgement of the absurdity of the situation. A Guy who is both extremely self-absorbed and extremely wholesome to such an absurd degree that he basically cannot help himself but befriend you, no matter what you do (I mean, unless you kill him)

And I think a lot of Ralsei’s arc in Deltarune, in the ways he relate to Susie and Kris, is meant as a more serious exploration of these tropes.

Because Ralsei starts out with a very… video-gamey idea of how friendship works. He thinks that it’s just about being nice and making sure others are happy

And is shocked to realize how much he appreciates Susie, a person who… if she was the Player, she would absolutely not be choosing the nicest most placating choice each time. She can be a bit prickly and abrasive…. but it doesn’t actually diminish of his fondness of her.

Because, you know, that’s what actual real-life friendships are like.

And yet Ralsei is still surprised to learn that the same is true of him. That his friends also don’t demand just generic niceness, placating comments and gifts from him - they like his personality, not a blank slate. That’s the important part.

And, of course, that also connects with the whole thing of Choices That Don’t Matter and the disconnect between Player and Player Character. While Frisk being their own independent person that you had to leave to have a happy life with their friends is kind of a Twist in Undertale, we know Kris is their own person from pretty early on.

So first of all that creates more situations where despite our control Kris can let their unique personality shine through regardless. Kris’ friendships feel real because Kris is a person separate from the Player who therefore has their own personality that their friends like.

Plus, like with Susie, Kris isn’t necessarily the nicest and most accommodating person. They’re kind of an Edgelord WeirdEnby, so the interactions that show their personality and endears them to their friend often stands in contrast to the nicey accommodating tone of a Player trying to always choose the ‘Good’ option.

Sometimes the ‘right’ answer with Kris isn’t the nicest one, even when they’re with their friends. Because they like Kris, and that kinda comes pre-packaged with a little bit of emotionally-detached teasing.

And our choices don’t really matter, because outside of the Total Terror that is the Weird Route, the Player can’t really choose in a way that changes Kris’ relationships. They will rebel against words that are too cruel or too saccharine for them.

And the actions they take on their own will always be the most important to the development of their friendships.

It’s kind of the most heartwarming twist Deltarune has on the idea of ‘Your Choices Don’t Matter’. Your choices don’t matter because when it comes to friendship, Kris’ personality will always triumph over your choices.

And of course, the general conceit of Deltarune makes the idea of an NPC liking the Player over the personality of the Player Character to be an especially chilling conceit. It makes people inherently more open to the idea because the alternative feels like such a grim concept in-universe. This is one case I am very thankful my choices don't matter and I would like it to continue that way!

[unintentionalseductress]

Loving the HCs! How about angry/punishment type sex with the LADS men?

Warnings: MDNI, sex, PIV, dominant sex, rough sex, name-calling, temperature play, cockwarming, inappropriate use of evol, spanking, edging, restraints, humiliation, dacryphilia, overstim A/n: Sorry this was so late!

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men and rough, angry, jealous sex ...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

It wasn't like you'd done it on purpose. Your mission had run late, and Zayne had been anxiously waiting outside your apartment, checking his phone for replies from you, only to see you being escorted to your building by your mission partner. Xavier nods his head in acknowledgement at Zayne, pretending not to notice the simmering tension in his stance before bidding you goodnight and going upstairs to his own apartment. Zayne had kept his composure until you had shut the door.

"Zayne I swear! We were coming back from the same mission!"

"And you couldn't be bothered to text me back?"

He's frozen you to the wall, the chill of the icy manacles from his evol contrasting your flushed, heated skin as his fingers expertly rub circles over your swollen clit. He's mastered control over the temperature and his fingertips alternate between skin temperature to nippingly cold, the dizzying sensations making you whimper, helplessly held in place as he teases you. The blood is humming in your veins at his infuriatingly slow and patient strokes, never missing a beat as he works you into a frenzy.

"Zayne please..." you whimper, only for him to push two fingers into your sopping hole, smirking in satisfaction as they suck him in, your cry of pleasure echoing off the walls. As he starts stroking that gummy patch inside you in tandem to his thumb on your clit, you feel a steady chill spreading inside your cunt, and thrash against the wall as Zayne slowly toys with your sensitive body, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Louder. I want Xavier to hear."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

Sylus is not the type to lose his cool, but today his patience had been pushed to a limit. He knew you were a bodyguard to that spoiled painter, but asking you to protect him when he wanted to spend a day at the beach? His blood had boiled when you'd texted him a photo just like he'd asked, too much of your skin showing up in the bikini you were wearing. Why were you dressed like that around your client when it should have been him that you spent the day with?

"We need to go shopping, kitten," he purrs smoothly, enjoying the sight of you struggling on his cock, held tightly to the hilt by his evol. The red energy flared and circled you, your cunt leaving a pool of your combined fluids on his pubes as you pathetically tried to convince him to let you move.

"We need to get you a more modest swimsuit. Can't have others looking so boldly at my personal treasure after all."

You were so full and stretched, while Sylus watched you smugly, eyes darkening primally as the effects of his cockwarming broke down your senses. How long had you been seated on him, unable to move, to get that delicious friction you so desperately needed? And how was he so calm and unperturbed, merely smirking at your struggle?

"Sylus, please..." You can't keep the hint of begging out of your tone. He chuckles, deeply amused at your plight and tugs your aching, perked nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight into your core.

"A little longer. You need to understand the full extent of my torment today."

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

"Couldn't be bothered to text me. Wouldn't I have picked you up?"

You squeal as Caleb smacks your ass, his handprint marking the red flesh again. He roughly palms your rounded cheeks as you lay sprawled, humiliated, over his lap.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not accept favors from people?" His hand lands on the sensitive flesh again, and you whimper, tears tracking down your face.

"It was just Zayne-"

"I don't care who it was." His hand rains down on you mercilessly until you let out an audible gasp. Giving a moment of reprieve, he shoves you off his lap onto the bed.

"Show me." Caleb commands. Sniffling, you assume the position on hands and knees, raising your hips and arching your back until you feel cool air hit your cunt, which was moist and swollen from Caleb's harsh punishment.

"Aw such a good girl pipsqueak." You shiver as he traces your labia with a finger, delving inside to dip into your hole, testing you, and coating your clit with your slick. "I hope you learned your lesson?"

When you merely nod your head, his hand snakes around you to dry your tears before he sheathes himself into your tight heat with a single, swift stroke. You moan at the stretch and Caleb sets up a punishing face, his head kissing your cervix each time.

"That's it. I don't want to hear anyone else's name from you."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

"Why does he always accompany you after dark?"

You whimper pathetically, your legs held wide apart thanks to the spreader bar Xavier had invested in last Valentine's Day. Your clit was puffy and you were leaking onto the sheets, unable to move away from Xavier's dominating presence as he presses a rounded vibrator head deep into the sensitive nub.

"It's just my gege! It's Caleb! We grew up together!" You shriek your answer as Xavier rotates the head in circles, and all you can do is throw your head back and gasp for air, praying he wouldn't take it away this time, that he'd finally take pity on you...

You cry out in frustration as Xavier huffs, a cruel smirk on his face as he yanks the toy away, and all stimulation to your body ceases. He leans down to peek at the swollen pearl at the apex of your folds, giving it a harsh flick that has you seeing stars from the delightful nip of pain. Your empty cunt clenches, dissatisfied, drooling slick everywhere.

"Are you two close?" He asks, glaring at you from down his nose, and you sniffle, nodding your head.

"Then I think it's time you introduce us." Xavier puts the vibrator on maximum speed before placing it back on your clit, causing you to jolt.

"Mhm...! Xavi...I...ah...too early...for...introductions...!!!"

"Introduce me if you want to cum tonight." He edges the vibrator away and you give in, defeated.

"Fine," you whine. "Please let me cum...!"

With a wicked grin, Xavier gives you the stimulation you need, and you cum all over the toy within seconds.

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

Your neck and breasts are covered in small, red hickeys as Rafayel pounds into you, the wet squelch of his cock burying itself inside your pussy filling the room. You cry out, clinging to him for support as he hits your cervix each time, nails digging into his skin. How many was this? 3?4? You've lost count, but despite how tired your body is, you can't help but let him have his way.

You had been in the N109 zone without any communication for a few days, trying to broker a deal with Onychinus's leader, something you had failed to tell Rafayel before leaving for fear that he might insist you decline the job. Now the cat was out of the bag and Rafayel's ire had broken loose.

"Couldn't anyone else have taken the job? Are you the only one that leader will see?" Rafayel's voice rings in your ears as he starts to roughly rub your clit, determined to make you cum again.

Your poor body, hot and delicate from your previous orgasms feels like it might go limp from the intensity, and your head is an incohesive blob. You're barely even able to form a sentence and small noises fall from your lips.

"That's right cutie. Go blank. Gotta wash away all traces of him."

Your body understands nothing except the rising wave of pleasure deep within before you scream out in delight at the orgasmic shockwave that rocks your very core.

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

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[harmonysanreads]

I NEED MORE PUPPY PHAINON, imagine that his beloved was offended by him, and he literally walks on his knees after her, asking for forgiveness, lol

Can be read as a continuation to this piece.

Phainon has become more partial to hating silence in his recent years.

It wasn't always this way though and in certain conditions, he finds himself craving a particular flavor of silence. But in the other, majority of cases, that deafening vacancy of noise reminds him of memories he’d rather forget. To placate that discomfort, he embellishes the void with sound no matter how small, or with his own voice.

Still, the ache is manageable, not voracious enough to make him dramatically restless. Where this faint modicum of control fails as well is when you, in all your cruelty, cast that curse of silence upon him as a direct consequence of anger.

In the name of the Titans, he prays you’d scream at him, hit him couple of times, destroy his house and belongings — anything, anything besides this nonverbal torture he can withstand. But he's not one to dwell in unfair complaints. Especially when your downturn gaze, pressed lips and crossed arms affirm so loudly that he's messed up.

By now, he’s exhausted almost every tactic in his arsenal to get you to acknowledge him again — apologizing, pinching his ears, making funny faces, wrestling a titankin and two whole repeats of that cycle. But you didn't let this opportunity go to waste in showcasing how good you’ve gotten in keeping a blank face in truly tumultuous situations, much to his chagrin in this instance.

It's only when you, most likely fed up with his antics, started to walk away that he scrambled to try again.

“My sun, my moon, my star, my light — please, please please please, look at me? Just once?” you're halted by a tug at your sleeve. A twinge of something softens your resolve as you realize how Phainon remembered, wrestling with his desires to not touch you until he's earned it again.

You can feel the weight of his eyes on your back, you pray that he didn't notice you waver. You steel yourself and stubbornly keep the act steadfast, conflicted before dropping the charade in favor of melting into his arms and forgetting altogether. But you can't, you’ve already promised to wring the confession on the errors of his ways this time.

You glare at the splinters in the earth, “Haven’t I told you once? If you keep calling me things that will never be yours, I might just become the same.” it takes everything to keep your voice even.

You don't need to look to picture Phainon's sure dumbfounded blinks, the churning and turning of metaphorical cogs as they shift in his head, neurons firing and synapses piecing together the implication of your cold comment.

You make the mistake of expecting only a gust of wind and are hit instead with a fully powered storm, in the form of a dull thud that you recognize as the hero’s knees hitting the ground when you're forced to spin as his arms find refuge in clinging to your thighs.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry — I am so SO sorry. I promise I won't do it again, I swear on the Flame-Chase — no, I swear on Aedes Elysiae that I will never do it again! If I do, may I face a fate worse than death itself. Just… just please, forgive me.”

There's an ache in your heart, sudden, quick and flighty. Kephale's light cradles you both, the corners of Phainon's eyes shine with something. By instinct, you try to escape the painful grasp of the hero, try to. Stumbling a few steps in what you intended would create space, resulting in Phainon getting dragged alongside your movements — sans a care in the Deliverer’s countenance.

“Phainon, I'm going to fall if you don't —” you try to bargain and fall, you do.

One ghost of a touch against the pavement is all you recall, so faint it can be disregarded completely. Your gasp gets muffled in something soft and firm, a mix of the perfume you recognize as yours and something else too convoluted to remember in the heat of the moment canopies your senses.

When the brief storm settles, a sigh slips past your lips. You don't even need to look up to know where you ended up landing.

But an insistent grasp angles your gaze against your wishes upward, you don't offer further resistance as pity grips your heart, “My dearest, beloved, my love, honeycakes with whipped cream on top, my life… won't you show me mercy?”

You calmly maintain Phainon's gaze, searching his face for any trace of dishonesty. The glossy blues of atonement prompts you to be petty one last time, “You don't care much about your life though.”

At this, Phainon completely deflates, collapsing in your arms. “Oh come on! Will you just say yes?”

At the faintest chime of the giggle you fail to quieten, he burrows further in the crook of your neck, arms coiling with a force you're no stranger to by now. Phainon shifts to adjust your position on his lap and changes tactics at the last moment, seizing your momentary lack of guard to launch an aimless attack of kisses.

You can only thank the barren side of Okhema city you two had chosen now, you do not want to think of what you’d have to do to get him off of you had this been a crowded place. The agony that came with the thirty something minutes of deprivation Phainon tolerated is much prominent, a burn lingers around your cheeks and neck. He refrains from completely leaning towards your lips though, still mindful that you haven't yet affirmed in words.

“Okay okay! You're forgiven, good heavens.” you heave, Phainon's exclamation of joy gets lodged in his throat prematurely, “But, you'll be sleeping on the couch today.”

You regret uttering that almost instantly, it's as if every particle of the hero’s life force has been drained mercilessly, appearing as though he might really cry this time.

You avert your eyes, forcing a sigh, “Ah, well, nevermind. You can sleep next to me — but I'll still be keeping a pillow barrier in the middle! Don't forget I'm still… still mad at you.”

As if on cue, Phainon springs back to life once more. Perhaps it's just your enervated eyes, but apparitions of what you can only assume to be puppy ears flick to and fro on top of his head. Caught in a trance, you reach out to ruffle those snow-white tresses and your lover melts.

You know your imposed punishment won’t last for more than ten minutes into the slumber and you’ll be coaxed with these antics again and again. But for this moment, you suppose it won't hurt to allow yourself to indulge and believe, that everything is okay.

[username0204]

"Will is such a whiny little helpless scared boy"

Excuse me what?? Are we talking about the same Will Byers? I really have no idea where those opinions come from... someone's ass I suppose.

There's a lot of talk about Will being traumatized and all but can we please acknowledge that he is also one of the strongest characters in ST? Tbh he's kinda badass if you think about it... but just more of a quiet, resilient, selfless kind of badass...

Ok, let's recap:

01. Will at age 11 beggs his mom to let him see Poltergeist. Fucking Poltergeist. I know people who couldn’t sit through Coraline at that age… This kid is a horror and punk rock fan, that doesn't really scream "snowflake" to me

02. After being followed to his house by an unknown creature at age 12 he doesn't hide under the bed... noooo, he goes outside and grabbs a shotgun - a fucking shotgun! I'd like to remind you, that the only other kid to hold any kind of weapon in S1 is Lucas and it's a slingshot... In S2 Max holds a bat and Mike holds... well... a lamp and a goblet xd To this day I believe he's the only one to hold a gun among the "kids" generation and probably is the only one to know how to use it (though I wouldn't put it past Max tbh)... and it was S1

03. Kid somehow survives a week in another dimension that killed multiple adults during that time... not only that - he manages to figure out a way to communicate (smart kid) and one of his first messages to his mom is not "HELP", it's "RUN" - his priority is to save her, not for her to save him

04. After waking up in the hospital, the very first thing he does is ask Jonathan about a bandage on his hand as if he didn't just almost die... "Don't mind me! There's a cut on your hand, are you sure you're ok??"

05. Will at age 12 starts seeing things that brings him back to the other dimension that tried to kill him but this time there's another creature following him... Then gets possessed by that creature at age 13 and in both instances decides at first not to tell anyone about any of it bc he doesn't want others to worry about him or treat him like he can't take care of himself

06. While being possessed at age 13 he manages to find a way to communicate (again) with a fucking morse code (smartass) and apparently he's the only one aside from Hopper to know it by heart (while being possessed, mind you). And what does he communicate you might ask? Well, he figures out a way to kill the thing that attacks the town knowing full well that it will probably kill him too. Does he say it might kill him though? Nope. He'd rather get himself killed than put his loved ones in danger. Gladly Mike was able to figure it out...

07. After all of that at age 14 he finally can live a "normal" life while still feeling the presence of that thing that possessed him and took control over his body... and he is so fucking patient and tries to keep a level head with his friends that straight on dismiss him and he is able to take so much shit from them (especially from his best friend he is in love with) before he finally snaps. Then again he sweeps that under the rug and doesn't hold a grudge bc there are more important stuff happening which he can feel thanks to that lovely bluetooth connection he has with his former supernatural abuser

08. At age 15 (shortly after his birthday that everyone forgot) he buries his feelings again for (what he believes is) the greater good. He "sells" his own love and a painting that he poured his heart into to repair his best friend's relationship and to cure his insecurities. After that he encourages said friend to make a grand confession at his own expense bc he believes that it might save the day.

And after all of this you want to tell me that he's whiny, weak and helpless? Did we watch the same show?

Funny thing about Will being "saved" in both S1 and S2 is that it didn't come from Will... he didn't ask to be saved. It was Joyce's and Mike's love that saved him, that brought everyone else on board. It was all those people who cared and went out of their way to save him even if he didn't care to be saved.

That is not a testament of Will needing to be saved, it's the testament of how much he means to all of those people for them to love him this much to save him.

He is not weak, he is loved. <3

*I know he goes through so much more shit but I really tried to focus on him handling situations and how it shows his character and not on the stuff that happens to him that makes us feel bad for him if that makes sense xd

[obscureliberty]

Okay, listen. I love Batman and the Batfamily as much as the next person, but can we stop putting down the JL to push the bats onto a pedestal?

Like- Hal Jordan. He's an Air Force Academy Graduate, was in the Air Force, and is a Test Pilot. You don't do that while being 'dumb'. He differs from Bruce because he trusts his instincts rather than data. He's impulsive where Bruce is calculated, and it's what makes him thrive in chaos where Bruce does with control. Not to mention, alien politics can NOT be an easy thing.

From what i've seen, people like to put Barry Allen in a 'dumb' light too. Which, couldn't be more wrong. He's a forensic scientist, a good one at that, and it's not an easy job. If anything, I'd like to see him conversing with Bruce on the topic more within fan-made media. It would probably be a joy for Barry to talk to someone who understands his work without him having to simplify or explain everything. And I've also seen people putting him down as 'weak' for his compassion, which...really..?

Then we got Arthur Curry.. He's a king, you guys. King of Atlantis? Protector of the Seas? He's royalty and a warrior, and has the diplomacy and instincts to back it up. His kingdom trusts him despite likely still not trusting those on the surface, and from what I can tell and assume, he's the main mediator between those of the ocean and those on land. He's impulsive, which is always seen as a weakness, but he's also passionate and very loyal to his people.

Oliver Queen? Let me start by saying he is a master archer, but Bruce is not. Bruce is not going to be able to correct him or talk as if Oliver is just..not shooting arrows correctly. Oliver has run for mayor of Star City and used his platform to challenge systemic inequality. Not to say Bruce hasn't, but they do it in very different ways. And with that, unlike Bruce, who often remains emotionally closed off, Oliver evolves. His relationships—with Dinah Lance, Roy Harper, Connor Hawke, and likely others that I can't name for the life of me—are messy but deeply human. He’s made mistakes, owned them, and grown from them. I believe people tend to forget how much Oliver has grown and changed throughout everything. Bruce is not the only human walking alongside gods and metas.

There are MANY others that we could bring up; feel free to do so. But the point is, Bruce is not the best. He has weaknesses just like the others. I know that it's hard as hell to write a story where they all have a place to fit in and have a part to play that is independent from the others, and I know it's easiest to focus on one character to progress. But I did just kind of want to acknowledge this. And please, feel free to correct anything I said if needed, perhaps I mischaracterized someone in my attempt not to, but that's because I, like them, have weaknesses alongside my strengths.

[belit0]

I hope your request are open if they aren’t feel free to delete this!

How would the Uchiha men ( Indra, Madara, Obito, Itachi, Shisui and Sasuke ) react to receiving the silent treatment from their usually loving wife? Maybe they had promised to come home on time this time but failed to do so again. Now, she was disappointed and truly upset. She had always been super understanding, but this time, it felt like she was no longer a priority to them.

We all have a limit, don't we? Also: my requests are always open! I'm a creative vampire, love to have a constant flow of scenarios to play with jeje

Indra – The One Who Watches

Indra was not unfamiliar with silence. He wielded it as a weapon, as armor. But this silence—the absence of her warmth, her voice—was different. It was not a tool; it was a wall. And he despised it.

(Y/N) did not acknowledge him when he stepped into the room, his dark gaze assessing her as one might observe an unfamiliar storm on the horizon. He exhaled slowly.

-You are upset.- A statement, not a question.

(Y/N) did not reply.

Indra’s jaw clenched. He moved closer, fingers ghosting over her wrist, but she turned away. He could command armies, bend the wills of men, yet here—before her—he was reduced to something small. Mortal.

-Speak,- he murmured, low and deep. -I do not enjoy this game.-

Silence.

His Sharingan flared to life, frustration leaking through the cracks. He was not one to beg, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he murmured, -I will not ask for forgiveness, but I will make amends. Look at me, (Y/N).-

She wanted to. Gods, she wanted to. But he needed to learn.

For the first time in his life, Indra found himself standing before something he could not control.

Madara – The One Who Fights

Madara Uchiha did not apologize. He fought, he commanded, he conquered. But this silence…

(Y/N) passed by him without a glance. He stood there, watching her go, a scowl twisting his lips.

-You're still angry?- His voice carried the edge of a man who did not like being ignored.

Nothing.

Madara crossed the room in three long strides, placing himself directly in her path. Arms crossed, expression thunderous. -This is childish.-

(Y/N) met his gaze at last, eyes cold. Childish?

Her silence turned sharp, a blade pressing against his pride. She saw the moment frustration flickered into something else—concern.

-Fine,- he exhaled, voice rough. -Tell me what you want.-

(Y/N) shook her head and walked past him.

A growl, a flash of crimson eyes. Damn it.

The great Madara Uchiha… bested by silence.

Obito – The One Who Falters

Obito was all heart. Loud, expressive, relentless in his affection. So when (Y/N) did not greet him, did not look at him, did not smile at him, the world tilted on its axis.

He tried at first to brush it off, draping himself over the couch dramatically. -Alright, alright, I know I’m late, but I brought dango! I know you can’t stay mad at me when there’s dango.-

Silence.

The smile faltered.

Obito sat up, brows furrowing. -Hey… you’re really mad...?-

Still nothing.

The panic settled in. His fingers fidgeted, reaching for her, but hesitating. -(Y/N)…?-

When she turned away, something in him cracked. His voice softened, hesitant. -I didn’t mean to— I just— Can you please talk to me? I don’t like this. You— You talk, you always talk.-

The desperate edge to his voice almost made her cave.

Almost.

Shisui – The One Who Pleads

Shisui was playful, light-hearted. But right now, there was nothing light in the way he hovered around her, hands twitching at his sides, wanting—needing—to touch her.

-(Y/N)~,- he crooned, voice coaxing. -You wouldn't really ignore your husband, would you?-

Silence.

His smile wavered.

-Okay, wait, let’s talk about this—

Nothing.

Shisui let out a very dramatic sigh and literally dropped to his knees before her. -You’re killing me here.-

(Y/N) looked down at him, expression unreadable.

-Just say something,- he begged, reaching for her hands. -You can yell, hit me, anything—just don’t shut me out.-

When she still refused, he groaned, falling backward onto the floor. -Oh god, this is how I die.-

A tiny twitch at the corner of her lips. Almost imperceptible.

Shisui caught it. His eyes glinted.

-Ah...- He shot up, grinning. -There it is! I'm winning you back already.-

She sighed. This idiot.

Itachi – The One Who Endures

Itachi noticed the shift immediately. He was perceptive, too much so. The subtle stiffening of her posture, the way her gaze lingered just past him rather than meeting his eyes.

A lesser man might have let it fester, waiting for the storm to pass. But Itachi…

He did not speak at first. Instead, he moved through their shared space with careful deliberation, bringing her tea, leaving small gestures of warmth in his wake.

And still, (Y/N) gave him nothing.

Finally, he placed a teacup beside her and murmured, -I have hurt you.-

A pause.

Itachi exhaled through his nose -I cannot undo the past, but I will ensure it does not happen again.-

His voice was soft, edged with exhaustion. He would not beg. But he would wait.

And she knew, in the end, Itachi never broke a promise.

Sasuke – The One Who Burns

Sasuke was used to coldness. He had lived his whole life in the shadow of it. But from her?

No.

His steps were measured as he approached, expression carefully blank. -(Y/N).-

Nothing.

His teeth clenched. -You're overreacting.-

The silence sharpened.

Sasuke inhaled slowly, struggling to rein in his frustration. -I said I'd be home. I didn't say when.-

That was the wrong thing to say. He knew it the moment her shoulders tensed, fingers curling into fists.

Sasuke was many things, but a fool was not one of them. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to swallow his pride.

-(Y/N)... I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant.

A flicker of something in her eyes. Sasuke pressed on.

-I’ll be better.

A pause. And then—finally—her gaze lifted to meet his.

Silent, but no longer cold.

And that was enough.

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pensándote

pairing: yandere!bf!jk x reader

genre: angst, smut

summary: your boyfriend is getting more and more possessive and it's starting to affect your relationship. however, he's willing to change for the better. or you thought so.

warnings: MATURE- shower sex(rough), videotaping, jk hits it from the back, oc called jk 'daddy', ass smacking, cheeks were getting clapped, mentioned lots of sex positions, oc got slutted out, jk is lowkey/highkey toxic, sick, and unhealthy, toxic relationship, attachment issues, argument, jk is a stalker w ill behavior/action, [still in denial], open ending[there might be a next part, depending on how rough life could be], not proof read bc writing this is a silly little hobby

word count: 1,611

a/n: ho i’m back and better than ever!!! note that english is not my first language and I write for funsies>..< (this ff is inspired by rauw's pensandote) — to those who knows a lot of reggaeton bangers plz hmu for recs thx

-Llevo to' el día pensándote

“baby wait up” he calmly pleaded, trying to catch up to you. still, you continue to ignore him.

It was about to be 3 a.m. when you and you boyfriend arrived to your apartment from a girls’ night. you and your homegirls planned to have a night out to have let some loose and have fun, lots of drinks and men hitting on you being involved of course. living the city night life has been the part of your lifestyle. however it doesn’t play a huge part of your life anymore. barely anymore since you’ve established a romantic relationship with jeongguk– your suitor for six months. 

you and jeongguk had the same psychology class last year. oftentimes in that class, you’re either too tired from work or still have a hangover from the party the night before. same parties he goes to just so he can see a glimpse of you from afar, trying his best to see the best view of the entire party while trying to manage being lowkey. 

fortunately, jeongguk, who’s sitting next to you in class and also can’t help but to shift his undivided attention to how you’re struggling in some works in class. as a straight A-student and a gentleman, he frequently lends you his notes and offers you help. why? because for some  strange reason, he cares for you. 

well maybe the care is turning into an obsession. but jeongguk keeps telling himself that he’s being harmless. he simply wants to know.  he’s seen you always go out with your close friends, never with any man. on the days you’re not partying, you pick up extra shifts at a nearby coffee shop. how did he know? luck. just happened to stumble upon the shop one day. he swears it’s all coincidence. 

or at least he hopes so. 

you started to see him so often. at your work, parties, gym, or at the grocery store. again and again that you began to think that this might be destiny. each time you see him, he’s always by himself. minding his own business (or make an effort to seem like it). and it made you a little curious. how come this man doesn’t have any hoe or friends around? you frankly thought ‘maybe just his lifestyle’. one day he finally gets out of his comfort zone and asks you if you would be interested to get to know him. obviously, you’d like to know who he truly is. right?

fast forward after courting you for six months, here you are. coming home from a party with him following behind you. 

you would think that he’s going to stop. it’s unexpected and extreme for what he’s about to do next. 

and there he is, both knees on the ground. his large palms reaching for your cold hands. kneeling before you like a desperate man he is.  He knew exactly what he'd done. “please, let’s fix this”

he used to be fun. less controlling. less obsessive. less possessive. 

“oh now you wanna acknowledge the problem?” you scoffed, finding his sudden behavior ridiculous. “fix what problem? you constantly getting overly possessive and manipulative or you just randomly showing up at the party while me and my friends are in the middle of having fun? for fuck sake Jeongguk, let me fucking breathe for once.” 

you’re beyond frustrated. the upcoming finals have been stressing the shit out of you and all you need is some space to relieve stress. 

“baby, you know I’m just making sure that you’re saf–” he starts off with the excuse he always says, but you’re too quick to call him out. “following me to make sure I’m safe? you’re suffocating me.”

he has no response. he knows it’s true. he’s aware of his excessive actions. no, more like impulses. a thing he can’t control. an itch.  jeongguk can’t seem to fight these urges when he knows that there’s lots of men out there that actively hit on you. and he’s terrified, scared that they’ll steal you from his possession as if you’re his favorite toy to ever acquire. 

“I think we should just end this. it’s becoming toxic.” you stuttered under your breath, gasping a handful of your hair as you shifted your gaze on the side. ‘he’s becoming toxic’ is what you really want to say. 

“I.. I will stop. I will change. let me prove to you that I love you and I only want what’s best for you” he cries, tears slowly rolling on his porcelain face. 

“do you still have trust in me?” 

you wanted to shake your head, say no. 

tragically, your answer is yes. but the real question is will he change for the better? 

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jeongguk is a man of his words and kept his promise.  it had been a couple months after that night and you began to notice the changes in his actions. a huge change. 

your boyfriend stops controlling you in a variety of ways. every time you let him know that you’ve got somewhere to go, all he asks for is your assurance that you’re safe and sound. as long as you’re having the best time, he’ll fully support you to whatever it is. 

some nights that you have to study and do homework, he’d restrain himself  from spamming your inbox. he understood that you have priorities and you’ll get back to him as soon as you can. and you did.

lastly, he recently became more consistent on going to the gym. it makes you extremely happy that he’s investing more time to better himself. physically and mentally. redirecting his focus onto something that’s actually more healthy for him.

 or at least that’s what you think he’s doing.

so far, so good. you feel secure that everything is working well. your relationship is doing good. 

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—"Tú desnuda, yo dándote"

“k-koo, right there baby” you begged as he continued to drill his thick cock into you from the back. slow and deep. and oh, raw.  “don’t stop, please.” the lewd sound of your ass clapping against his pelvis echoes in the steamy bathroom. all being captured by your cell phone held by his shaky left hand.

 video taping moments like this helps jeongguk cope with his unhealthy behaviors. whenever he feels a tiny bit of jealousy running through his veins, all he has to do is watch these videos to remind himself of what he has. 

you, in whatever nastiest positions he puts you in: doggy, backshots, against the wall, cowgirl, missionary, etc. this r-rated file collection you’ve got on your phone reminds him of the chokehold he’s got you in. yes, it’s all saved on your phone, but it’s not like he doesn’t have access through your apps and social accounts, let alone your camera roll. you’re all his. no one else’s. his. solely his. furthermore, he’ll make sure that he can guarantee himself so. 

perhaps you don’t need to smoke in order to feel like you’re in heaven right now. going for the 3rd round, your boyfriend still can’t get enough of you. 

supposedly was a quick shower right after the gym session you had with him turned into a long and enjoyable one. 

“yeah? you love getting fuck like this, huh?” his cockiness is on top of the roof, he looks down to watch his veiny shaft disappear inside your pussy just for it to come out and back. he’s got the bestest view. not even a phone camera with flash on can justify that. he then props the camera on top of the toilet, leaning against the wall as it still catches both of your filthy actions. 

seeing how much you enjoy this position– bent down in the nearest sink, one hand gripping onto his wrist while the other clutches on the ceramic white sink. the whimpers coming from your skilful mouth can alone make him bust a nut. 

when he receives no reply, the hand that helps you to stay in place snakes its way to your hair, collecting a fistful before tugging it back.  

“answer, slut” he snapped, demanding an answer from you whilst he proceeds to thrusts in and out. with your eyes rolled back, you’re barely processing what he wants from you. unable to even utter a single proper syllable from how ecstatic he’s making you feel. Indeed, you love being treated like a slut. 

in and out. in and out. in and–

smack 

 a sudden sharp pang on your ass cheek, causing you to moan loudly.  “c’mon my love, you’re still with me. right?” he asks, increasing his pace faster. rougher. 

“hmm y-yea, love the way you feeel” you desperately murmured, still clouded by the glorious dick he’s giving you. 

“m-more,” a single word from you is all that your man needs to hear to continue drilling onto you. rough yet with love. 

“almost there,  daddy” your breath hitches, still struggling to speak.  on the other hand, your words made the man pounding into you even crazier than he already is. he began to notice the signs that you’re about to reach your peak as your walls desperately clenched around him. 

he abruptly comes to a stop. pulls out completely from you, resulting in you to release a whine. 

jeongguk manhandles your fragile body, turning your body to face him. he pats the side of your thigh, insisting you to jump and wrap your  legs around his waist.

“want you to look me in the eyes when you come.” he orders, slowly penetrating into you once again, while being face-to-face with you at the same time. 

 just like his destructive actions filled with obsession, he’s not stopping anytime soon,

is he?

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[astro-stars]

leaked nicknames

When Yuu's list of nicknames and their supposed reasonings gets leaked, NRC erupts into chaos. Some are flattered, others are confused, and a handful are completely mortified. Meanwhile, the Magicam audience is eating this up, dubbing it one of Yuu’s most iconic moments to date.

Immediate Reactions Across NRC

Magicam Frenzy

Cater posts: “YUU REALLY CALLED RIDDLE ‘BBG’ AND MALLEUS ‘NIGHT HUSBAND.’ 💀🔥 #NicknameGate #YuuNeverMisses”

Comments are out of control:

“TSUNOTARO IS REAL AND WE HAVE PROOF.”

“She really called Azul ‘love’ while Floyd gets a literal eel translation. I’M CRYING.”

“‘Peepaw’ for Lilia is SENDING ME.”

Dorm-Specific Reactions

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

Blushing furiously. “BBG?! Yuu! That is… highly inappropriate! Please refrain from calling me such embarrassing things!”

Trey Clover:

Laughs nervously. “Malewife, huh? I… I guess I’ll take it as a compliment?”

Ace Trappola:

DYING WITH LAUGHTER. “THE BRAIN CELL DUO?! I’M GONNA TELL EVERYONE YOU SAID THAT!”

Deuce Spade:

Stammering, completely flustered. “W-Wait, we’re the brain cell duo? Is that… a good thing?”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Raises an eyebrow, smirking. “teta, huh? I don’t even want to know what that means.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Laughing so hard he’s clutching his sides. “Mono? Cute?! Yuu, you really think I’m cute?! This is GOLD!”

Jack Howl:

Blushing furiously, his ears twitching. “Wolfie… I don’t mind it, but… did you have to make it public?”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Adjusts his glasses, his face flushed. “Amor? Really, Yuu? That’s… quite bold of you.”

Jade Leech:

Smirks, clearly entertained. “Ah, Anguila. Such a fitting name. I’ll make sure Floyd appreciates it as well.”

Floyd Leech:

Laughing uncontrollably. “SHRIMPY, YOU CALLED ME AN EEL?! THAT’S SO BORING! GIVE ME A COOLER NICKNAME!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:

Beaming. “Sunshine! That’s so sweet, Yuu! You’re like sunshine too!”

Jamil Viper:

Groans, covering his face. “Pretty boy? Really? Couldn’t you have chosen something less… embarrassing?”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

Nods approvingly. “Ma reine. At least someone recognizes true royalty around here.”

Epel Felmier:

Snickering. “You gave Rook ‘mon chasseur,’ but what about me, huh?! I deserve a nickname too!”

Rook Hunt:

“Ah, mon cher Yuu! Your acknowledgment of my hunting prowess is magnifique! You flatter me greatly!”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

MORTIFIED. “Sámi?! Yuu! You can’t just… call me that! It’s way too accurate!”

Ortho Shroud:

Beaming. “My son! Yuu, that’s so sweet! I’ll always be your baby!”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

Smiling softly. “Tsunotaro and night husband. I am honored by your affectionate names, Yuu.”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Laughing hysterically. “Peepaw?! Yuu, I feel so ancient now! But it’s hilarious, so I’ll allow it!”

Silver:

Blinks slowly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Pretty princess… I don’t understand, but if it makes you happy, Yuu.”

Sebek Zigvolt:

YELLING. “COCODRILO?! HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO SUCH A CREATURE?! I AM FAR SUPERIOR!”

The Fallout

Fans on Magicam are spiraling:

“Yuu’s nicknames are both chaotic and wholesome. ICONIC.”

“Night husband and peepaw in the same list? Yuu’s range is unparalleled.”

Memes flood in, with captions like:

*“Yuu: ‘Mono means cute.’ Ruggie: ‘I AM LIVING FOR THIS.’”

“Trey: ‘Malewife.’ Azul: ‘Amor.’ The duality of Yuu’s nicknames.”

i wanted to try smth different:)

DIVIDER: @/enchanthings-a

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bleach men eating you out - part 1

characters: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

part 2: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

part 3: shinji, ukitake, starrk, gin

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

kisuke

kisuke is unpredictable—one day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened, making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head. but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“tsk, tsk, y/n, do you always have to be so feisty?”

his tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. he plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“kisuke, i swear—”

before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“oh god, oh god—”

he doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

aizen

you are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. he edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“please… aizen… please…” he starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. by the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“you’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

and then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“aizen—i love you so much, i love you, i love you—”

you pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. he pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

he chuckles. “how sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.”

he lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. and because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

grimmjow

grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. you’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“s-stop—p-please, no more—”

he barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“huh? what was that?” his pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “you knew what you were getting into, woman.” he pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“now scream for me, brat,” he growls. “let me enjoy myself.”

kenpachi

kenpachi is starved.

when you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed—or if you even want to.

he usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“music to my ears, darling. now, show me what you’re made of.”

his mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. his teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. "don't make me tell you again, woman."

he likes it when you try to squirm away. he loves it when you realize you can’t.

shunsui

shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

no, scratch that. he does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. he makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“mfpmm—mfpmm—” your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. you’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart. just one more—let go for me.” his big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. you try to hold on, but it’s all too much. your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. he hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “mmm… just one more, darling. you know i love the way you taste.