#thank you for making this little corner of the internet exciting for me!!

[badedramay]

my issue with the fairytale fandom as someone who does personally enjoy the drama is that people try to extend it beyond the genre it’s emblematic of. there’s these constant complaints about how fairy tale isn’t taken as seriously nor is umeed as a heroine (in comparison to say umera ahmed heroines or more recently kuch ankahi’s heroine aaliya) and it’s like. obv there’s not going to be much of a comparison between the female lead of a realistic fiction drama and the female lead of a romcom drama lol. the stakes are starkly different and subsequently the depth and complexity of the conflicts tackled will be different as well. as nice as fairy tale is i’m not watching it to be anything beyond entertaining and cozy and that’s fine. it’s a sweet romance with easily resolved conflict and inoffensive humor and i understand why that appeals to people. nothing wrong with that. but i don’t get the need to constantly compete with dramas where the stakes are higher and the scope is broader. it’s not misogynist for people to be more invested in narratives where women are tackling real world problems rather than simply navigating a harmless romance with some silly drama. i feel like bc people are so used to seeing women suffer in dramas they’ve attached themselves to umeed as a reactionary measure (which, again, is totally understandable) and started to view any display of women struggling in narrative as regressive or uncomfortable to watch. and i get where that comes from but i also think it’s a bit shortsighted to act like people are misogynist if they don’t readily identify with a girl who doesn’t have to struggle much at all. we have a drama industry that has thrived on creating near insurmountable conflict for its characters. maybe that’s something we need to move away from to pursue somewhat healthier storytelling not held hostage to conservative religious and cultural notions but even in the most progressive world it’s not like women won’t have to deal with hard problems or have complicated responsibilities to navigate. and sometimes for people the struggle is appeal. as much as escapism is a comfort so can be the story that shows us we can survive the hardships we’re living. it’s fine to be tired of that and enjoy fairy tale as a respite from it. but it’s also fine to prefer the harder narratives and i don’t see why these defensive arguments that are clearly driven by an inability to respect genre preferences continue to persist. sometimes people just aren’t going to gel with a show bc they want more from it than the constraints of the genre would ever afford

Uffff...itna saccchhh!! fandom mein na bol dena haters ki line lag jayegi xD

there's one criticism I have of the larger PakDrama fandom is how the genre of the drama and more specifically the canon of the drama is disregarded completely when fans engage with it. yes yes I get it how fandom allows transformation of the media to better represent what they want the media to cover but shouldn't that be limited to fanfictions and fanart only though? when making meta analysis or criticism of the piece of media one cannot completely ignore the canon and proceed to then write essays which sound more wish fulfillment fantasies than providing any meaning to the media which is hidden. FT fandom does that.

I dropped FT completely as a show in the 4th episode when Umeed complained to her father that he didn't earn big money like his peers did. and when her father retorted that all his peers undertook illegal and unethical methods of making money, Umeed only rolled her eyes and defended their actions while criticizing her father of not doing the same. additionally, the written gareebi that Umeed lamented about all the time which 100% didn't make considering the visual ameeri of the show was enough to tell me that this show is not made to be a faithful representation of the reality I am more interested to see stories in. so, I bid the show adieu. it took me a quick binge of 4 episodes to realize what the genre and setting of the show was just by that knowledge I understood the directions the show was going to to (and I was completely right in my guesses) and all of that was not my cup of tea. so it continues to baffle me STILL how such a large fandom for the show still hasn't realized that this show is a wish fulfillment escapist fantasy with no real representation of any real life character neither empowered nor realistic. it's an idealistic world as all the worlds of romcoms are. there are no lessons to be learned of from here because of the very apparent contradiction of the world as the audience sees in the drama vs the world they are living in. you take this utterly harmless and inconsequential world away from the characters of FT and put them in a more faithful representation of the real world and they will not be able to survive a day. how then are these characters an embodiment of "empowerment"? surely, a truly empowered character will not be relying so heavily on the plot armor and the bubble-wrapped edges of the world.

FT is often called a "kdrama coded" show and I agree. the tropes and characters are similar to how most kdrama romcoms work. again, romcoms. South Korean entertainment industry has managed to present a utopian image of the society via its colorful cheery romcoms but it takes one simple google search to realize how under all that glitter just how deeply gloomy the actual society of the country is with its myriad of social, economical, and political problems. there's a reason why there are recurring instances of the "internet favorite kdrama of the year" being completely different than the "critics favorite kdrama of the year" because the former is judged by an audience that either willingly or by ignorance chooses to fully buy in the fantasy world of the drama and the latter is chosen by the people who actually live in the country and are more interested in seeing a more faithful representation of the bleakness they are surrounded with in the stories. Chaebols aren't busy falling head over heels with a ditzy intern working at their company; they are far too busy controlling the economy and misusing the law to get away with atrocious deeds. but you won't get that in A Business Proposal (a show I most absolutely adore)

it’s not misogynist for people to be more invested in narratives where women are tackling real world problems rather than simply navigating a harmless romance with some silly drama. i feel like bc people are so used to seeing women suffer in dramas they’ve attached themselves to umeed as a reactionary measure (which, again, is totally understandable) and started to view any display of women struggling in narrative as regressive or uncomfortable to watch. and i get where that comes from but i also think it’s a bit shortsighted to act like people are misogynist if they don’t readily identify with a girl who doesn’t have to struggle much at all.

struggle is etched on the very skin of women. there's simply no denying it. there's struggle big and small practically ruling our lives. sure, our narratives often exaggerate the struggles but the inflation happens of existing struggles. there's nothing to imagine here cuz the struggle is not an mythical dragon. it's our reality. heck, even Umeed isn't devoid of struggles. except her struggles are that she doesn't have a wardrobe full of new clothes that gets updated every month vs the struggle other FLs face in other dramas ranging from fighting for their agency or livelihood. as an audience I am more interested in realistic struggles that come with realistic solutions. I remember how bloody impressed I was by how Sabaat chose to show Anaya's struggle after her marriage with Hasan specifically when she and her mother are left to fend for themselves after her father's death. the very little plot point of Anaya with the help of her friends opening a home-bakery service to make ends meet till her delivery left me teary eyes because THAT'S what I want from dramas when I saw I want them to be socially responsible. not to preach lengthy monologues about social issues but to show actual, practical ways of bringing an improvement in one's lives. walk the walk. i don't know why Kashf Foundation didn't do it with Kuch Ankahi (or if they did i completely missed it as I didn't see it mention anywhere) but in their previous shows Udaari and Rehai they used the platform of the drama to also promote the services the foundation provides to needy women by teaching them life skills that would enable them to stand on their own two feet. that's empowerment. not getting a fat cheque of crores from a gameshow that the FL then proceeds to waste on frivolous things under the guise of "she's a realistically flawed character". child..that's a fool. a fool that was still spared the consequences cuz hey, there's a convenient young hot rich single billionaire to fall in love with her and spare her from any trouble.

having a respecting green flag ML is great and of course I want more of them but FT isn't the only drama to give us that. green flag characters have existed in dramas for years. but because those characters exist not in the romcom/sitcom genre they are allowed their moments of weaknesses and flaws cuz real world is not black&white. and that's okay. having frivolous materialistic FL is also fine. it's great if fans are enjoying and celebrating a FL that is not in the business of being miserable and has an assertive and devil may care attitude about the things she wants to achieve in her life. however, any person with any real life experience will know that such characteristics don't yield long term fruitful results in the real world that we live in except in rare rare rare RAREEEE cases if any at all cuz the real world is not like a fairytale. this isn't me being misogynistic. why would I want to wish misery on a character willingly? no no. but c'mon. Umeed is not me. Umeed is not any woman around me. Umeed is not any woman I know of close or distant. for me she's an alien and I don't find it smart to make an ideal of an alien. why am i getting hate for that?

[manikas-whims]

Love and Deepspace men when the two of you get 0% score on an online compatibility test

ZAYNE

❄️ Doesn’t take it seriously at all. Exaggeratedly raises eyebrows. “You don't actually believe in such nonsense, do you?”

❄️ You do know these are just silly tests made to lure couples and you wouldn't have cared but 0% is too much! And his lack of reaction annoys you. “You should be a little disappointed! Maybe you don't love me as much as you claim! Hmph!” 😤

❄️ Seeing you childishly fold your arms and puff out your cheeks, makes him smile. He pats your head and lowers his head to your face’s level so you're unable to avoid his gaze.

❄️ “Then..let me make it up by doing things that will raise our score.” He suggests. “How about a date? Or a kiss? Or..” His hand slips down your head, fingers leaving a cold trail along your cheek and neck, and come to rest upon your collarbone.

❄️ Your lips part at the gesture. And he tugs at the neckline of your shirt, his voice an octave lower. “Or we can do something more stimulating for a higher score..”

❄️ The compatibility test is long forgotten after that as you get busy with “more stimulating” things.

XAVIER

⭐ Takes it way too seriously. Narrows his brows, practically glares at the test score on your phone’s screen, and pouts. “It shouldn't be that low.”

⭐ You're the one trying to remind him it's just a silly poll on the internet and that it doesn't define the relationship you two share or diminish the love you have for each other. But he just won't be swayed so easily. He’ll try to shoulder all the blame upon himself for that 0% score. “Don’t worry. I’m not blaming you. Maybe it's me.”

⭐ “No way!” You try to be playful about it to cheer him up. “Maybe it's my fault!”

⭐ He’ll give a firm shake of his head to deny your claim. “You give me everything I could ask for and more. It’s definitely because of me.”

⭐ Over the days he becomes more and more loving, looking out for you during missions more than necessary, initiating skinship and romantic gestures whenever he can. So you grab his arm and draw him closer. “If you wanna improve that score so badly, then..” You lick your lips and lower your lashes.

⭐ He immediately gets the hint, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink at the suggestion, and he smiles as he lets his hand run along your thighs. “I can do that.”

RAFAYEL

🌊 He says he doesn't give a fuck but he's watching the results from the corner of his eyes. And he's NOT PLEASED about that 0% score.

🌊 He's gonna be petty about it and blame you for it. And of course, even though you know it’s just an online score, the minute he blames you, you lash back at him. And now you two are just bickering.

🌊 “You go out on missions and don't even text any updates! Leave me worried and distracted for hours! Do you even know how much that affects the creativity of an artist!?” He accuses.

“If you actually loved me, you'd know I'm capable enough to handle myself!” You fire back.

“Oh I'm sorry for giving a damn!” He dramatically throws his hands in the air.

You roll your eyes. “Now don't apologise for caring!”

“Well then stop making me worry!” He whines in exasperation.

🌊 The long argument ends with the two of you puffing your cheeks at each other, only to end up laughing and making up. You two realise how childish you were being over a silly online compatibility test of all.

🌊 He takes hold of your palm and places a kiss on it's back. “Let’s fix that score with dinner at your favourite place. And, ” He winks mischievously and adds, “..breakfast in my bed.”

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ He knows all these compatibility tests are a scam. But whenever he sees you being excited about something, he indulges. And indulge he will. By taking it a lil seriously.

🐦‍⬛ Will lower his head to peek at your smartphone’s screen and frown at that 0%.

🐦‍⬛ “Well this isn't a surprise.” He states calmly with a shrug. “Thanks to your job, you don't stop by the N109 Zone as often as you used to, kitten. And my schedule keeps me far too occupied for anything else.”

🐦‍⬛ He tucks a hand under his chin and looks thoughtfully. “How about I take my bike and you request your boss for a leave? Then we can head out for a week-long vacation to wherever you want.” He lowers his head then, lips moving along your ear. “And do whatever you want.”

🐦‍⬛ You smack his chest lightly in hopes of hiding your blush at his dirty implications. “You have it all planned out, huh?”

🐦‍⬛ “Only when it comes to you, sweetie.”

i just realized i have so many of these reaction headcanons in my drafts so i’m trying to clean up..gonna try to post more of these again..need to get my head back into writing 🤞

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[satrs]

Kiss Me, Curse Me!

SYNOPSIS; You thought you were the summoner. Turns out, you’re the sacrifice.

FEAT; trueform!sukuna and dragonform!sylus x fem!reader

TAGS; MDNI! 2.9k. unprotected. porn without plot. monster fucking. Threesome, Size k!nk. dirty talk. petnames. both of them have two cocks. overstim. praise mainly from sylus. lotsss of degredation from sukuna. oral fixation. Power play(?). Softdom!Sylus and meandom!sukuna. breeding. knotting. creampie. double(triple) penetration. anal. nasty stuff. cum cum cum. everywhere. implied marathon sex. dacryphilia(?).

✎A/N; I feel so DIRTY oh ma gahhhwd!!! This must be the flithiest shit I've ever wrote man. And it feels so good!!!!! Sososo excited to post this hihi. Thanks again to @bluukive for this idea ahhhh hope y'all like it and have a wonderful day/night ^^

Demons are real. It’s true.

And dragons too.

You know this because you’re here now– trapped between two towering figures whose mere presence makes the air bend, their shadows swallowing the light.

This was supposed to be a joke.

A silly little manifestation ritual you found buried in the dark corners of the internet. Some scribbled runes, a whispered name, a drop of blood under the full moon.

You didn’t expect anything to happen as you sat on your bed, waiting.

You didn’t expect them to happen.

One of them smells like fire and you can feel the rumble of his breath down your spine, slow and controlled like he’s keeping something ancient locked inside.

The notorious dragon, Sylus, is the name given to him, and his voice is low and reverent. His fierce gaze bores through you, dark rubies soaking in your anxious form, a quick twitch tugging at his lips– and between his legs.

And the other?

He reeks of blood. His claws are already firm on your hips, grin splitting wider than it should. His four arms twitch with something between amusement and hunger, whilst the weak robe does a poor job of covering his sinful figure, a conspicuous bulge evident through the white cloth, digging into your back.

The infamous king of curses– Sukuna.

“W-what, are you?–” you break off with a sharp breath, chest heaving, “Are you going to kill me?”

Sukuna's resounding laugh is anything but comforting, only further forcing reality onto you. You can barely breathe sandwiched between the two, your hand forcing the sheets beneath you in a fist, and you realize–

You're fucked. Capital F.

“Foolish woman,” the pink-haired murmurs, lips grazing your ear. “If we wanted you dead, we would've cut you to pieces already, no?”

"T-then, what do you want from me?", you ask with wobbling lips, heart rapidly beating in your chest as your quivering voice reaches their ears.

Sylus growls in front of you, a warning, or a possessive sound– you can’t tell. His hands slide up your front, cupping your tits through the thin shirt like they’re something fragile, something sacred. His thumbs brush your nipples and you can't help but slip out a tiny little whimper.

“Don't play dumb, sweetie.” Sylus ushers, voice deep and steady, one massive hand sneaking around your neck until his breath comes hot onto your quivering lips. One of his crimson eyes begins to glow in a dangerous flame, invading your personal space. “You know exactly why you summoned us.” His voice is a deep whisper against your lips. "Your deepest and darkest desires", the white-haired continues before dipping his head to take a big whiff of your scent, placing a lingering kiss on your plumb lips right after, "I see it all."

You should end this madness. Gods, you should.

But when the demon's claws tighten around your waist just enough to sting, and when Sylus presses his chest to yours, his scales prickling lightly where they emerge from his skin– you can't help but let go of any doubt or fear and just let go.

And when neither of them moves away, you realize what exactly the cunning dragon means.

This wasn't a decision on a whim. You planned this– researched for hours upon hours through the darkest corners of the internet for the mysterious dragon and the feared King Of Curses. You did this on a night you've felt lonely, empty, and heated. Purposely.

You summoned them so they claim you.

But you just didn't expect it to work. And you surely didn't expect them to share your interest.

All rushing thoughts flee from your mind once Sukuna’s claws sink deeper into your hips, dragging your ass flush against his hefty, pulsating cock. The sound he makes is more beast than man, a low, guttural snarl vibrating down your spine.

“Fuck,” he hisses, leaning down, his breath hot on your neck. “Can even smell how fucking wet ya are." A shiver runs down your spine, your hips twitching back into his, a dark, prominent imprint of your juices covering your panties.

You try to speak, to deny it, to plead for something– anything, but right then the demon's mouth closes around the side of your throat, warm tongue dragging up the curve of your neck before sharp fangs tease at your pulse, a strangled sound ripping from your throat.

“Don’t you lie, woman”, he murmurs against your skin, his voice low, like smoke caught in velvet. “You reek of desire. It's painfully obvious that ya want your poor, empty pussy filled.”

His claws flex. “And you're shy now?” He laughs, dark and amused. “Just listen to her clenchin' around nothin'."

Sylus straightens up at that, predatory gaze fixated onto your clothed pussy, perked ears catching onto the desperate clenches of your cunny, a smirk creeping up his face, fangs bare. "Adorable. Let's give her what she wants, yeah?”

You gasp when Sukuna's claws rip the panties from your body, thick and heavy cock now poking out from the crumbling robe. His cock sits right between your thighs and–

wait, are there two?

Burning body tensing up as you feel two massive crowns sliding through your glistening folds and you shriek once one catches onto your clit as the other teases your entrance.

And Sylus doesn’t help.

His hands are already back on your chest, greedily kneading your flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers with such aching gentleness it makes you whimper and squirm.

“Easy,” Sylus whispers, kissing just below your jaw, addressing his words to the demon behind you. “No need to rush.” His crimson eyes shoot a sharp glare at the pink-haired from the crook of your neck as a warning.

But Sukuna only scoffs, dragging his claws lightly down your thigh, just enough to make your skin ripple, pushing them further apart. “Easy? She doesn't want 'easy'. Am I right, brat?”

Your weak nod amuses them, their deep chuckles flooding your senses.

It’s quick, your mortal eyes are unable to track the motion, but your body feels it. The sudden stretch, the pressure of something massive forcing its way past your trembling resistance. Your mouth falls open in a soundless cry as two thick, throbbing cocks push deep inside, splitting you open in one sharp, devastating stroke.

Sukuna snarls behind you, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through your bones. Fangs flash near your ear, and his grip on your waist tightens as two of his four arms brace your hips open. The other two wrench your wrists back, forcing your spine into a nasty arch that had your breasts pressed up toward Sylus’s chest, offering you up like a sacrifice.

Sylus' dark, lovestruck crimson eyes coo at you, one gentle hand smoothing over your cheek as if to soothe the sting Sukuna leaves behind.

“Feels good, sweetie?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. His other hand slips between your thighs, fingers circling your puffed clit, and your entire body arches like a bow. “Yes? No? Maybe so?”

"Y-yessss!– 's good! S-so good!"

“Of-fucking-course,”

The king spits, his voice dark and wicked, “Taking every. fucking. Inch. like the cockhungry slut you are.”

Each word is followed by a snap of his hips, knocking the breath from your lungs. He doesn't give you time to adjust– doesn’t want to. His pace is relentless like he’s trying to mark you from the inside out.

And frankly, he is.

Your body trembles under Sukuna’s merciless rhythm, every thrust deep and punishing, but it’s Sylus who draws your attention back to the front, fingers still teasing at your clit with maddening skill, his hand firm on your jaw to pull you into a dizzy kiss, swallowing each tiny sound of yours right up.

You blink up at him through heavy lashes, lips parted around gasping moans. Grip still fierce on your jaw, he forces your head down, bending your body to face his freed cocks– yes, plural.

“C'mon, pretty” he murmurs. “Show me what you've got. Make me feel good too, yeah?”

And you comply, teary eyes staring up at his hungry ones as you stretch your lips around his red and angry head, one weak hand grasping his other cock with desperate jerks.

Sylus let out a low, hungry purr, his scales glinting faintly with a deep crimson sheen. He's cradling your jaw in one clawed hand, his thumb brushing away the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you try to take the thick head into your throat, veins scraping along your esophagus.

“Good job, sweetheart”, he murmured, gently guiding your head as you gagged around him. “Careeeeful now. Not too fast.”

Sukuna laughed, the sound jagged. “Fuckin' pathetic. Too fucked out to even do the job right. Need some help, airhead? I'll help ya, aight."

His two strong hands grasp at your torso, lifting you just barely in a tight hold for both of your hands to wrap around the dragon's cocks while your tongue swirled around the fat cockheads alternately.

"Now that's more like it, wouldn't you agree?" Sylus ignores the snickering demon with a scoff, breath halting in his lungs as you slide your tongue and nail experimentally along his slits, happily lapping up spurts of pre gushing out of them.

Sukuna's cocks were thick, ridged, and mean, curved just right to grind against every sensitive place inside your greedy cunt. He knew it too– used it like a weapon. Vicious thrusts, with each one punching a strangled scream from your lungs and driving Sylus’s cock deeper down your throat, the stretch maddening.

Behind you, a wet tongue suddenly draaaags along your puckering hole, and you don't even realize that another mouth appeared on the demon's stomach, because with one teasing prod at your asshole, you spray his two cocks with your cum, thighs shacking with a resounding cry.

And the bastard dares to laugh at you, placing one forceful smack to your ass. “Awww, cumming already?” he purred, claws digging to the back of your neck once you tear your mouth from the dragon's dick to spare a glance at the demon behind you, forcing your lips to kiss the crown of Sylus's thick head again. "Eyes to the front, ma'."

Sylus’s hand curves protectively around the back of your head as you choke around his girth, your hands occupied on the other, your spit dripping down onto the other length serving as lube.

“Good fuckin' girl,” he whispered. “Juuuuuust like that.”

His other hand slid down your belly, groaning at the massive bulge forming in the pit of your stomach, calloused fingers brushing where Sukuna was splitting you open. You jolted as he circled your clit again, with more force this time.

Sukuna groaned in satisfaction as you clenched around him– hard, sucking him in further.

“Thight fuckin',– f-fuckkkk” he cuts himself off with a broken moan, his tips now bullying your cervix. “B-brat.”

You couldn’t respond, not with your mouth stuffed full and your body trembling, but your choked whimper made both of them rumble with dark delight.

"C'mon, give our princess some credit. No need to be all grumpy." Sukuna sneers at the dragon's remark, and he would love to just slice him to pieces right now, but fuck– you're really doing a number on him with that feisty pussy of yours.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, those suffocating clenches around his double girth and your sweet hiccups around Sylus's cocks send blood rushing straight to his groin.

He leaned harder into you, his chest brushing your back, breath hot against your shoulder with his fangs breaking your skin with a possessive bite as he snarled. “Yer' right, she deserves an award for that rich pussy. Gonna make her cum over and over again."

Truly, a man of his word.

Between his unrelenting thrusts and Sylus’s teasing fingers, your body tipped over the edge again with a scream muffled around the dragon’s cock. You spasmed, helpless, muscles clenching so hard Sukuna cursed and threw his head back with a guttural roar.

But he doesn’t stop– doesn't even slow.

“Sweet thing,” Sylus murmurs, brushing your hair back with claws gentler than they had any right to be. “You’re glowing, darlin'. So beautiful like this.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth raw and sore, but Sylus just wipes them away and praises you more, coaxing you to relax your throat, letting you feel every inch, every vein of his as you bobbed and gagged and took to no end, delicate fingers beginning to shake around the monstrous girth.

Suddenly, the fullness leaves you entirely as you hear Sukuna panting, then slap your ass hard enough to make you jolt against Sylus, earning a satisfied hum from the dragon.

“H-hahhh– on your back,” he commanded.

You're certain you're not walking out of this in one piece.

You collapse onto Sylus's lap as Sukuna flips you effortlessly. The gentle dragon caught you, pulling you up to straddle his thighs as he leaned back. His cocks slide back between your wobbling legs, thick and flushed in a dark red, and he nuzzles your temple.

“My turn now. Promise I won't be as harsh, sweetie.” He kisses your ear and you faintly notice the small chuckle following right after.

A blunt lie.

You whimper as Sukuna positions in front of you, laughing as he grabs your thighs and forces you down onto Sylus’s cocks, one entering through your quivering cunt while the other pushes past your tight puckering behind, slowly this time.

The menacing grin spread across the demon's face accompanied by the stretch made you sob, silent cries dying on your tongue as Sylus catches you in a heated kiss, whispering soft praises against your lips while Sukuna watches in envy, hungry eyes soaking in the stretch of both your holes.

“Look at that,” Sukuna growled, holding your hips in place. “What an insatiable pussy ya' got on ya'. Two cocks weren’t enough for that desperate little cunny, hmmm?"

You barely had time to gasp before Sukuna was pushing in– again–his cock sliding into your already stretched, soaked hole alongside Sylus’s, while the other rests heavily on your stomach, twitching with each weak squelch of your abused hole.

You can't do anything but scream– throat dry and hoarse.

Your body doesn't know what to do, torn between the two of them, the brutal drive of Sukuna’s cock and the slow but bewildering grind of Sylus’s cocks in both of your holes.

Pain and pleasure blur, and all you can do is sob and take, the astonishing fullness of it all flooding your senses.

“Ya feel that?” Sukuna hisses, teeth scraping your ear. “Mine. Gonna fuck a baby into ya."

Your eyes roll to the very back of your skull.

Sukuna’s claws dig into your hips, his upper hands grabbing your tits, pulling you back onto his cock harder, deeper. Sylus pushes deeper, slow and heavy, grinding against your walls as his knot starts to swell.

You're gone.

Body shaking, mouth open in a soundless cry. You feel them both stretching you, rubbing against each other inside you, cocks sliding and pushing deeper and deeper until–

“Nuh uhhhh” Sylus teases, cupping your jaw as his hips roll upward, slow and deep, knot threatening to push past your holes. “You're mine, right?”

They break you in sync. Make you sob their names, until you physically can't anymore, make you cum until you're nothing but a mess of hiccups and mewls, just broken sounds and clawed grasps at their bodies.

The demon growls, finally leaning in to tear your head from Sylus's grasp, much to his dismay to secure you in a nasty kiss, clash of tongue and teeth.

“Like hell. She's mine, Gonna treasure this perfect pussy forever."

Sylus doesn't back down, teeth already on your neck, followed by his soothing tongue. “We're gonna let her decide for herself”, one of his hands reach down your tummy, selfishly pushing down on your filled tummy making him growl before he reaches for Sukuna's cock resting on top of your stomach, aligning the tip to your clit in teasing slides, "She's our big girl, no?"

But you can't respond nor think straight as the three cocks hit your spot just right as you gush around them, glistening pussy spurting shiny essence onto them.

Your climax ripped through you like violent lightning, body clenching around them so hard Sylus groaned and snapped his hips forward, knot catching.

Sukuna loses it.

He slams in one final time, heavy balls clenching, spilling thick white semen inside your already overflowing pussy until it spills out while painting your tummy pussy with ropes after ropes, cum soaking your thighs and dripping onto the dragon's thighs below.

You're stuffed. Plugged. Held open by Sylus’s knot, Sukuna still throbbing inside.

Sylus follows seconds later, cock twitching as he groans your name against your throat, warmth spilling into the depths of your cavity, his swelling knots now locking you firmly into place as he buries his cum deep into you.

You collapse against the dragon with trembling legs, poor cunt, and ass stuffed to the brim, mind so fucked-out you barely register Sukuna pulling back with a chuckle, admiring the mess leaking down your thighs.

“Beautiful,” he says, for once, almost softly, sharp nails collecting the pearly white juices to rub tight circles onto your buttony clit, riding out your high. “Fuckin' perfect.”

Sylus wraps his arms around you, wings curling in as he pulls you flush against his chest.

“Rest now, darling,” he murmurs, voice like thunder rumbling in your bones. “We still got plenty of time to make you ours.”

Demons are real. Dragons too. And now they’ve claimed you.

Body, soul, and every trembling breath in between.

The ritual worked, but no one said it would ever end.

©︎SATRS. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[interact-if]

Happy New Year everyone!

I’m delighted to announce that Interact-IF is officially back in business! I (Allie @allieebobo) will be taking the reins as the new mod, and I’m very excited to get this blog up and running again!

First, a heartfelt thank-you to the original mod team for everything they’ve built. Interact-if has become such an invaluable resource and hub for interactive fiction fans and authors alike. It’s a tough act to follow, but I’ll do my best to keep the spirit of this wonderful space alive :)

A little bit more about me: I’m the author of two WIP interactive fiction games, @collegetennisoriginstory and @merrycrisis-if. Interact-if was one of the first blogs/places that I discovered almost three years ago now, and it led me to so many amazing stories, authors, and resources.

When I saw that the blog was going into archive mode, with a call for a new generation of mods, I wanted to do my best to help out. I reached out to the original mod team and worked out a gameplan for the future of Interact-if, which I’d like to share with all of you today.

P.S. If you would like to join me, I’d love to have you on the team! Scroll down to the section on ‘open call for mods’.

Without further ado, here’s the plan!

My goal is to focus on retaining the aspects that made Interact-IF so special: spotlighting diverse authors, and creating a warm, inclusive space to talk about and share wonderful games.

🟢 Active:

Game Updates & Intros: If you’re an author with a new game or demo update, or if you’re organizing a game jam or event you’d like to share with the community, simply tag @interact-if in your posts, and I’ll reblog them. It would also be helpful if you added tags stating the IF's genre (e.g. horror, romance), has a demo/no demo.

Themed Author Features: I’ll continue the tradition of spotlighting authors and games based on monthly themes (e.g. Pride Month, Disability Month). These interviews are such a great way of celebrating diversity and inclusivity in the IF community, and I’d love to keep these going! Stay tuned for a detailed post on this soon!

Community Spotlight: Once every quarter, I’ll also do a call for reader recs around certain categories/themes (e.g. Fave RO, Fave Worldbuilding/setting, Fave plot-twist etc.) and compile these recommendations to share. Think of it as a bulletin of crowdsourced faves and a way of sharing a little note about an IF you love!

🟡 Remain open/active, but not modded:

Game directory: The Interact-IF repository of games (excel) will remain open for authors to update/list their games and/or readers to discover their next read. (Feel free to continue to update/populate the repository, though do note it will remain completely crowd-sourced/author-updated).

Discord: The discord will remain open and active for discussions, resource sharing, and casual chats, though again, this will not be officially modded (though I, and some of the original mods like roast, may be active from time to time)

🔴 Not active:

Asks: I will not be answering asks except for specific submissions (e.g. for author features, reader recommendations etc.). If you would like to ask for specific game recommendations, or have questions/just wanna chat, the discord channel is a great place to do just that! :)

Keeping track of events/game updates: As mentioned, I’ll rely on authors / readers to tag me in updates posts and/or flag any games with questionable content/anything that might need my attention, as I won't be able to search out update posts or do any extensive vetting.

Open call for mods:

Finally, I’d love to have some company! If you’re interested in helping out—whether with reblogs, interviews, or brainstorming new features—please reach out. Having a small team would make this space even more vibrant!

Thank you for your support, your enthusiasm, and for being part of what makes Interact-IF such a special corner of the internet! :)

If you have any suggestions or ideas on how Interact-If can be improved, feel free also to drop the blog a direct message or an ask. I look forward to getting to know all of you better. Here's to an awesome year of interactive fiction (and many more!)

[lunaandco]

guys my age

pairing: alexia putellas x ofc

summary: the new rookie looks up to alexia, yes, but it's not as innocent as she would hope to

warnings: age difference: claudia is 20 yo; power imbalance; I forgot pina's name was actually claudia, so there is two claudia's on the team, deal with it; smut, thigh riding, nipple play

masterlist // series masterlist

Claudia is quite pretty. Alexia never tried to actively deny that, but it bothered her that she noticed far too much. Pale skin, rather small built, brown hair cut to her chin and icy blue eyes that made her look more innocent than a girl her age should be. Claudia was too young for Alexia's taste. And yet—

She was one of the Barça B girls joining them for training for a while now, reeling from the adrenaline of the debut, cheeks lit aflame and skin shimmering with sweat. When she arrived, the first days she spent them figuring out if she should be called Claudia or Díaz, since Pina was already stabilised on the team. But Pina chose her surname, so Claudia kept her name.

Shirt off, the red and blue fabric thrown over her shoulder—her debut shirt, she would probably frame it. Alexia remembered that euphoric feeling, of the first game, of the first goal.

Claudia's volley had been the seventh goal of the day, almost irrelevant to the punctuation. But it had huge emotional impact, and Alexia was sure it would make the rounds on the Internet, it was beautiful and powerful.

Salma threw an arm over her shoulders, as they sang some Barça chants. Alexia joined quietly, as she dressed on her street clothes. Slama and Claudia had become tight at some point or another, between training sessions and media obligations from the club.

Alexia wouldn't be surprised to see them become a couple, sooner or later, women's football was full of partners that were teammates or rivals, but there was something that bothered her about it.

She waited by the car, patiently. Alexia may be one of the older, more settled players, but she understood the juvenile need to celebrate a little.

Finally, Claudia rushed to her side, after saying her good-byes to Salma. It was when they were alone like this, that Alexia felt the strangest.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, a pair of dark blue jeans and a green bomber jacket, Claudia looked her age. But her blue eyes, always shimmering with delight, turned a little bit glassier and bigger, looking at Alexia.

"Thank you for driving me," she said quietly, settling on the passenger seat. Alexia wanted to ask where her parents were, how could they have missed their daughter's debut at the highest level, but she decided against it. The last thing she needed was to delve into her mommy issues.

"Don't sweat it," Alexia replied. "It's nice to have company in the car. Drives get lonely."

After that, they were silent, as Claudia hummed the songs on the radio and Alexia focused on getting her to her apartment without checking the map. She had drove this path more than once, Claudia always being passed around by the players with cars.

"We're here," said Alexia, parking on a miraculous free spot.

"Merci, capi" said Claudia, picking her things up. Alexia ignored how the nickname made her feel. Claudia bent over to give her a goodbye kiss on the cheek, like she always did, but Alexia was shocked when she felt Claudia's lips on the corner of hers, close enough to be noticed, far away enough to claim it was a mistake.

The kiss lasted a second longer than it was proper, but it was enough for a crawling feeling to take over Alexia's stomach.

"Adéu," said Alexia, but she was talking alone, as Claudia slipped away quickly.

💙❤️

The next game was away at Germany, and the team was buzzing with excitement. Alexia kept to herself a little, claiming that she was a bit tired because a bad night sleep, and letting Irene and Marta take over the captain duties.

Claudia had been assured that she would be subbed in around the 60s mark, Pere was very excited to see what his new youngster could do. Her and Salma spent all the plane ride giggling, showing each other silly things in their phones.

Alexia watched them for a while, a bitter taste invading her.

She could feel the ghost of Claudia's lips on her, and could not stop thinking about the way she looked at her, blue eyes big and shiny, like she adored her.

It wasn't uncommon for the rookies to have admired Alexia for long, but Claudia made it feel different.

Alexia couldn't lie and say she was never endeared, but that endearment was turning into something inappropriate, that she could not allow to happen.

💙❤️

The room assignments at hotels were made at random, making sure everyone shared room with everyone, in an attempt to increase the team's chemistry. Nevertheless, it still caught Alexia by surprise when Claudia rolled her suitcase inside of her room.

Alexia hoped the stay would be uneventful, for the sake of her consciousness, but at night, when the lights were off, and sleep was hard to come by, she heard the sheets rustling in the bed nearby, as Claudia got up and crossed the distance between beds in a blink of an eye.

Alexia was laying on her side, facing Claudia, but she kept her eyes closed, thinking that if she pretended to be asleep, Claudia would leave her alone.

More rustling, this time from her bed, and soon she felt Claudia's body, accommodating against hers. Claudia's head was pressed to her shoulder, little whines leaving her throat as she tried to find a nice position.

Alexia gulped, the feeling of Claudia's bare thighs against her own was too much. But instead of pushing the girl away, Alexia threw an arm over her torso, pushing her closer to her body, and dropped a kiss to her hair, already feeling the grasps of guilt.

Claudia's whining died and was replaced by a short purring sound, before her breathing stabilised and Alexia was left alone with a sleeping teammate on her arms.

She was, oh, so fucked.

💙❤️

Alexia woke up to to her alarm clock. In her arms, Claudia groaned, pressing her forehead to Alexia's clavicle. Turning off the alarm was challenging, having Claudia in the way, but she managed.

Alexia sighed, wondering if Claudia would be able to hear her heartbeat.

"You're very comfortable," said Claudia.

It confused Alexia, how Claudia could be so normal about this, how she didn't seem to notice what she was doing could get her, them, in trouble. Like flirting with your decade older captain was not a dangerous game to play.

"Claudia..." she started, but her voice died down on her throat as Claudia looked up to her, eyes sleepy but burning with desire. She pushed up a little and drop a small, quiet kiss, this time fully on Alexia's lips. "This is not a good idea..."

Claudia hummed, eyes closing and and squirming a little. Alexia's thigh was lodged between hers, ans she let out a little sound that had Alexia tightening her grasp on Claudia.

"Capi..." She should have stopped it. She should have been the responsible, wise captain she had been trusted to be. But that silly nickname took away all her self control.

The kiss was messy. Tongue and teeth clashing, Claudia was moaning softly, as her hips started moving, using Alexia's thigh to get some friction. She was suddenly grateful they had both chosen to go to bed with only a t-shirt and panties, because now it was easier to slide her hands all over Claudia's back, up and down to hold her hips and help her move.

The noises Claudia was making, both of their shaky breaths, Alexia was glad the volume wasn't enough to make it through any walls, because she could not stop. She felt the wet patch on her thigh, and it drove her even more insane.

Her hands pulled Claudia's shirt up, so she could play and suck on her nipples. The moans got higher pitched and soon Alexia had to help Claudia with her shaky hip movements, until the rookie was coming all over her thigh.

"Alexia..." she exhaled, cheeks rosy and eyes glazed, Alexia bit her lower lip. "Ah... Let me..."

Claudia's hand travelled to her panties, she wanted to help Alexia have an orgasm too, but Alexia wasn't ready. She could not let her know how wet she actually was, how turned on she was because of their illicit kissing and humping.

"We're going to be late," she said. Claudia pouted. "I don't know about you, but I don't want to take it up with Pere."

Alexia couldn't see that Claudia agreed. If there was something she wanted more than Alexia, it was to carve her spot on the team.

"Alright." She nodded. "But later..."

"We'll see," said Alexia, trying to be as vague as possible, but it was obvious to the both of them that she would cave in sooner or later. "Vamos," she gave Claudia a light smack on her thigh, and the girl giggled as she leaped off the bed, picking up her clothes and pausing to get one more kiss before going to the shower.

Alexia sighed, as she heard the door close. She was so fucked it wasn't even funny.

[cressidagrey]

Just a quick little note:

I’m so grateful for how excited everyone is about updates — truly, it means the world to me that you care about these stories as much as I do.

That said, I won’t be answering questions about when the next update is anymore.

(Mostly because I have like 20 messages in my inbox that ask Next update when? and nothing else.)

I truly appreciate how excited and invested you are — it means everything to me! But answering those kinds of questions can get a little overwhelming, and honestly, the time I spend replying could be time I’m using to actually write the next chapter.

I promise I’m writing when I can and updates will come when they’re ready. Thank you for your patience, your kindness, and for being here. You make this little corner of the internet a joy.

All my love, always — C

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

11: CROSSING LINES

Previous chapter < MASTERLIST > Next chapter

Summary: You wake up on the next morning to a flood of notifications on Instagram after posting the bracelet you designed for Bucky's birthday. Unknowingly, you included some of Bucky's vibranium arm in the shot, leading to unwanted attention and harsh comments online. Feeling guilty for exposing Bucky's private life, you seek advice from your besties before deciding to confess to Bucky.

Warnings: Mentions of online harassment, sexual content (explicit)

Word Count: 4365

Thank God for Sundays. No early rises and a whole day of respite from the duties of life. Bright sunlight was already filtering through the cracks in your blinds. You pulled your phone out of the charger and scrolled through the avalanche of notifications.

Your Instagram was on fire.

Your post from last night— the sleek, custom bracelet you’d designed for Bucky’s birthday— had exploded overnight. You opened the app and scrolled through the comments, your heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and dread.

The first few were kind enough:

@trulywicked: “This is such a unique design! I love how it feels like it tells a story all on its own.”

@tallyfitness: “Your work never fails to amaze me. This bracelet is an absolute masterpiece!”

@everydaydisco: “The detail on this bracelet is stunning! It feels so personal. Whoever it’s for is so lucky!”

But your stomach flipped as your gaze caught a few jarring words:

@givingscholar: “That arm in the corner… wait a minute, isn’t that…”

@juicybarbie: “The Winter Soldier? Didn’t see that coming.”

You scrolled up past the trolls as fast as you could, your cheeks flushing with heat. There it was in the photo— Bucky’s vibranium arm! How had you not noticed Bucky’s arm on the edge of the photo? It was just a partial shot on the side of the frame, but to the internet, it might as well be a giant neon sign.

@polymermaid: “Bucky Barnes?? Is this for him?”

@juicybarbie: “Can’t believe you’re making custom jewelry for ex-HYDRA operatives now. Bold choice.”

@longlaughs: “The Winter Soldier? Seriously? Guess you’re okay with a little war criminal PR for your business.”

@TheRealDealDude: “Winter Soldier rocking custom jewelry? The world really is upside down.”

@QueenOfQuips: “Guess you’ve got a thing for dangerous guys, huh?”

Your heart raced as you stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the sheer number of comments. Most of them were innocent or praising, but the bad harsher ones stung. You stared at the photo on your feed, the way it sat on Bucky’s wrist, remembering his face and the reverence with which he had put it on. It was one of your proudest creations.

You felt like a stab of guilt for thrusting him into the spotlight again. You knew how much he hated it, it was the reason he had avoided you in the first place. Your phone buzzed with a new notification. Someone had tagged you in a story. Bracing yourself, you opened it.

It was a repost of your bracelet with a caption: “Supporting war criminals is so in right now. Who knew accessory design could be this edgy?”

Your stomach churned as you stared at the repost, the caption was clearly written to judge both you and Bucky. It made you wonder why you’d posted the picture in the first place. You’d gotten too proud of yourself and it had ended up in you hurting Bucky. The last thing you wanted for him to feel uncomfortable again, or even worse, for him to think you’d intentionally exposed him.

In a panic you message your friends for advice.

8:33 AM - You: HELP!

8:36 AM - Hanna: What’s up? You okay?

8:36 AM - You: I fucked up... big time.

8:36 AM - Hanna: What happened?

8:37 AM - You: Okay, so yesterday, I posted the bracelet I made for Bucky on Instagram. It was just supposed to be a promo post— nothing major! But I accidentally left part of his vibranium arm in the photo.

8:37 AM - Aditi: And?

You sent them a link to your post.

8:40 AM - You: And now the comments section is blowing up. Like, some people are nice, but others are... not. I’m talking full-on trolls. People are calling him a war criminal, making gross jokes, and dragging my business into it.

8:41 AM - Aditi: Oh.

8:41 AM - Hanna: Ohhhh.

8:41 AM - You: Guys!!

8:41 AM - Aditi: Okay, deep breaths. This isn’t the end of the world.

8:42 AM - Hanna: Yeah, it’s not a big deal. People on the internet love to stir the pot.

8:42 AM - You: IT’S A HUGE DEAL! Look, I know we’ve not really talked about Bucky much, and I know you know who he is. But he’s a good guy— he’s been through so much, and he doesn’t want this kind of attention. He’s private for a reason.

There was a moment of silence from your friends.

8:45 AM - You: Are the two of you messaging each other privately rn?

8:45 AM - Hanna: Chill girl. I mean I get it, but it’s not like you posted this to expose him. It was totally an accident.

8:45 AM - You: I still feel awful. He trusted me enough to let me post this, and now I’ve put him in the spotlight without his consent. Should I tell him?

8:46 AM - Aditi: Does he even use Instagram? We couldn’t find him anywhere.

8:46 AM - You: Not really, but his friends do. Sam’s probably seen it already. And let’s be real— Sam will tell him. Fuck, Captain America already thinks I’m a fuck up. Now this!

You groaned. You didn’t want Bucky’s best friend to see you as a liability. For a moment you wondered why Sam’s opinion was so important to you. This relationship with Bucky was short lived, it had a very clear expiration date. Why did it even matter what his friends thought of you?

8:46 AM - Hanna: Why would they think you’re a fuck up?

Fuck! You didn’t want to get into the Leonard issue with them at the moment.

8:47 AM - You: That’s a story for another time.

8:47 AM - Hanna: Okay, let’s be logical about this. First, you didn’t do this with any bad intentions. You posted your work, which is incredible, by the way, and accidentally included a small detail. You’re not exactly TMZ.

8:47 AM - Aditi: Exactly. But honesty is probably the best move here. If you tell him before someone else does, you’re showing that you care about his feelings.

8:48 AM - You: But it feels like my fault! I should’ve noticed the arm in the photo before I posted it. He’s so private, and now… ugh, I feel like I’ve betrayed his trust.

8:48 AM - Hanna: I get it, but don’t spiral. Think about it this way: If you tell him, you’re being upfront and honest. He’ll appreciate that. If you don’t tell him, and Sam or someone else mentions it to him first, he might feel blindsided.

8:48 AM - Aditi: Hanna’s right. It’s better to tell him. But maybe don’t lead with “I posted your arm on Instagram and now everyone’s freaking out.

8:49 AM - You: Great, that’s great! THANKS! 🙄

8:49 AM - Hanna: Something like, “Hey, I posted a photo of the bracelet, and I didn’t realize part of your arm was in it. It’s getting some attention, and I wanted to tell you before you hear it from someone else.

8:49 AM - Aditi: And add, “If you want me to take it down, I will.”

You stared down at their advice, your gut feeling like it was tied in knots.

8:49 AM - You: I don’t know, guys. I feel like I’ve really fucked this up.

8:49 AM - Aditi: He’s your boyfriend. If he doesn’t understand that this was an accident, well then you need to dump him.

You sat on your bed, rereading your friends’ words. 

8:50 AM - You: Thanks, guys.

8:50 AM - Hanna: You’ve got this.

8:50 AM - Aditi: Breathe honey. Everything will be fine.

*****************************************

It would have been easier to pull on a pair of sneakers and run away from the problem. You had considered it as you pulled on a flowy dress. You were still considering it as you stood outside Bucky’s front door. Just do it. 

You knocked, half hoping he wouldn’t be home.

The door opened just as you were about to give up. Bucky was standing in front of you with a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping wet. His hair was damp, clinging to his neck and forehead, and the faint smell of soap lingered in the air, and the light glinted off his damp skin in a way that made your breath catch. “Hey,” he said, his brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?”

You stared for a moment, your brain practically short-circuiting at the sight of his abs, the towel just barely hanging on. “Uh, yeah,” you stammered, finally closing your mouth and dragging your gaze up to his face. “Sorry— I… I should’ve texted first. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. “Give me a sec. I’ll go throw some clothes on.”

“Wait! I… I’m so sorry!” The words burst out of you in a flood, unrestrained by logic or timing. “But I posted your bracelet last night and didn’t notice your vibranium arm in the photo, but other people did notice it, and there are comments— so many comments— I mean, some are nice, but…” you faltered for a second before regaining your flow, “Others are kinda mean, and I swear, I didn’t mean to… I know you hate the attention, and I feel awful, and—”

“Whoa, slow down.” His brow furrowed as he leaned towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you talking. His touch was both firm but gentle, and the heat from his palm made your skin tingle. “Start again. What’s going on?”

You took a sharp breath in, trying to calm yourself before continuing. “You know we talked about me putting the photo of your gift on Instagram?”

Bucky nodded, his expression guarded. His hand still rested on your shoulder, sending tiny sparks of awareness through your body. It was very distracting. The bracelet sat on his wrist.

“Well I posted it last night but the photo had your—” you pointed at his vibranium arm, “It was in the shot. I swear I didn’t realize… but people noticed. And now they know it’s you. And the internet is being, well… the internet.”

You watched the expression on Bucky’s face change from confusion to understanding, then into a faint, weary sadness. It wasn’t directed at you, but the sight of it still felt like a punch to the gut.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should’ve been more careful. I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He let out a slow breath, his hand dropping from your shoulder as he stepped back, breaking the brief but electric connection between you. “I’m not mad. It’s just… people being people. They’ve always got something to say.” He shrugged, and the towel slipped a little lower on his hips, threatening to undo what little composure you had left.

You bit your lip, your gaze briefly flicking to the towel again before you forced yourself to focus on his face. “Still I… I feel terrible. I know how much you ate this kind of attention. Can I do something to fix—”

“Hey, you’ve apologized enough,” he said, cutting you off with a faint smile. “Besides, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. You think it’s the first time people have lost their shit over a photo? At least I’m not associated with something bad this time.” His lips jerked up half heartedly, as if trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes still carried a tired, weary look.

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, but you couldn’t shake the guilt weighing down your stomach. Bucky could tell you weren’t convinced.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re not a bad influence, huh?” he smiled mischievously.

And your heart skipped a beat.  There was something about the way he was looking at you now, something daring, almost flirtatious. You pouted, but you couldn’t hide the way his presence was affecting you.

“Why do you care so much, anyway?” Bucky asked, tilting his head so he could lock his eyes onto yours. He looked at you with a mix of curiosity and… something else. His gaze moved over your face, dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. It made your stomach do somersaults.

His question took you by surprise. It wasn’t accusatory, just curious. The way he was looking at you was disarming, and for a moment, you couldn't remember how to breathe. “Because you’re my friend—”

Your voice faltered as he looked at you. His expression unreadable. You let out a small squeak as he stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the individual droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. Close enough that there wasn’t any space left between you. You could hear the soft rasp of his breath and you could feel your pulse hammering in your neck.

“Friend, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stopped even closer.

Your mouth went dry, your heart now thundering as he stepped even closer. He lowered his voice to something more intimate. “Friend?” he repeated. The word hanging between you, like an invitation. You could feel his breath on your face, practically taste the heat on his lips. Your body tensed, buzzing from his proximity.

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words for a response. The air between you felt charged, your pulse was racing as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. It was the same motion from yesterday, but today it felt different. More intimate. His fingers lingering for a moment too long, his touch igniting something in you.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, his hand lingering near your cheek. His thumb grazed your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

You swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “No, I’m not—”

He gently placed his thumb over your lips, cutting off your protest, and for a heartbeat, everything seemed to still. “You don’t have to be scared of me, you know.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you insisted in a soft whisper, your hands almost trembling at your sides. “I just—”

But you couldn’t finish your sentence. His fingers moved down to trace the line of your jaw, the feather-light touch sending electricity through your body, and your mind scrambled for any coherent thought. It was as though every inch of your skin had become sensitive to him.

His hand trailed down your neck, almost absentmindedly tracing a path over your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your heart was pounding so loudly, you were sure he could hear it.

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a second before he looked back up at you. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

You didn’t. Instead, you closed the small distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a fiery kiss. Immediately Bucky’s vibranium hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss. Hungry. Consuming. His tongue found yours, igniting a heat that coursed through your veins like wildfire. His grip on your waist tightened as the world around you seemed to dissolve into nothing but him. His touch, his scent, his hard body pressed against you. 

Eventually you had to pull back for air, and Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His eyes met yours searchingly, making your heart start racing all over again.

���I, uh…” you huffed a small laugh as your mind scrambled for something coherent to say. “That wasn’t… I didn’t… not why I came.”

“No?” Bucky smirked, his voice far huskier than you’d ever heard it. “‘Cause I ain’t complaining.”

You let out a high-pitched, nervous laugh, letting your hands rest tentatively on his bare chest. “No, I mean… I guess I was just worried about the post and the comments and…”

“And?”

“And now I'm a little… distracted.” You glanced down at the towel which was shockingly still around his hips.

“Second thoughts?”

“No… no!” The second protest was more forceful than your first. “I just don't want you to think that I came here just for… that.”

“No, I understand. You came because you cared enough to tell me what was happening… before I heard it from someone else. That means more to me than you realize.”

The vulnerability in his words stole the last breath of air in your lungs. It's not what you'd expected when you had knocked on his door. The openness. The tenderness. The care he showed you. It made you want to reassure him, in the same way he was reassuring you. To close the distance between you.

So you did.

No longer hesitant about what you wanted, your kiss was slower this time, but the passion was still here. Your fingers scraped against his scalp as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. He pulled you closer and closer until all that separated you was that damn fluffy towel.

“Maybe we should move this somewhere more… comfortable?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

You nodded, your breath catching at the way his thumb brushed over your hip, his touch lingering. “The couch?” you offered. You weren't sure you were ready to see his bedroom. 

He smiled. The small, almost shy curve of his lips made your heart skip a beat. “Couch works.”

Bucky took your hand, leading you into the living room. His fingers slid down, intertwining with yours, his touch electric. You lowered yourself onto the couch first, your movements careful and deliberate. But your eyes betrayed your eagerness as they flicked up to meet him, lingering on him for just a moment too long.

He lowered himself beside you, close enough that his knee brushed against yours. You could feel his heat seeping through the fabric of your dress.

“Come here,” he said quietly, his vibranium hand resting on your thigh. The coolness of the metal made a line of goosebumps erupt along the skin he stroked as it came to rest in your hip.

With a nervous swallow, you moved closer, the inside of your knee brushed against his as he helped you straddle his thigh.

“Like this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his smile held a quiet reverence. “Yeah. Just like that.”

His hands were on your hips. Firm but gentle. Guiding you as you moved against his thigh. The friction sent waves of heat through you, straight into your core. It felt great, incredible, in fact. But it was the intensity of his gaze that was your undoing. Bucky was watching you like you were the only person in the world. The only thing that mattered. His normally blue eyes darkened with desire.

You moaned as you leaned towards him, letting your hands slide up his chest to anchor yourself. Grounding yourself. His muscles tensed under your touch. The quiet groan that escaped his lips only served to heighten your desire.

“Bucky—” you whispered. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea.

“I know, doll,” he murmured in answer, voice strained. His fingers dug into your hips as though he was trying to hold back. “I know.”

Feeling him gave you more confidence. The way he was responding to you. Growing under you. Your movements grew bolder. But it didn’t feel like enough. Not with the way heat was pooling between your thighs. Not with the way his hands were holding you. Like he couldn’t get enough. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Bucky, I—”

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips crashed against yours with a hunger that took your breath away. Desperate. Messy. His teeth caught your lip as his hands roamed over your back as he crushed your body against his.

You moaned into his mouth as he tensed his thigh. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure into your core. Bucky groaned. The sound vibrated against your lips. The towel between you being put to the test as his swollen member pressed up on your knee. Hard. Straining.

“God, you’re killing me,” he rasped, between kisses.

His hands slid down to your thighs, he lifted the one between his legs, to straddle his lap, settling you firmly against him. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you moaned, pushing down against him. “Please, oh yes, please.”

He swallowed. Hard. His hands tightened on you, guiding you to move against him, his hips bucking up to meet yours. The friction between you felt exquisite. Every time your body met his sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice rough and broken as he buried his face in your neck. “You feel so good.”

Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling his mouth to yours. But as your movement grew more and more frantic, all you could do was rest your forehead against his. You were so dangerously close to him. The thin layers of clothing separating you only heightened the tension between you. Every thrust, even push, every grinding movement drove both of you closer to the edge.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. Your body trembled as his lips found your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. They would definitely show later.

He reached under your skirt and grabbed the front of your underwear. Bucky pulled and twisted it so that the silky material slipped between your folds, making you cry out. 

“I got you, doll,” he murmured. “I got you.”

The heat between you was building. Ravaging your bodies. It built up to a boiling point. Bucky fell apart first. His body tensed under yours as he went over the edge, his groan muffled against your shoulder. His grip on you tightened, his fist clenching and pulling your underwear against your clit. The extra pressure was your undoing. You barely had a moment to catch your breath as your orgasm hit you. Throwing your head back, you dug your nails into his back as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

For a few moments, the only sound in the apartment was your mingled ragged breathing. Your forehead came to rest against his, the pressure grounding you in the aftermath of your activities.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice hoarse but laced with a tenderness.

You nodded, a small, breathless laugh escaping your lips. “More than okay.”

As the silence settled between you, the weight of your actions began to creep in. His hands were still on your waist, his touch warm and steady. But the rush of heat that had driven your actions only moments before had begun to fade, replaced by a quiet realization.

You shifted back a little, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you were to Bucky. “That was…” you started, but your voice trailed off as you tried to find the right words.

“Yeah,” he responded, hesitation in his tone. He glanced down at his hands, as if he was noticing for the first time where they were resting, how closely your bodies were pressed against each other. His hands fell away and he cleared his throat, looking at everything but you. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no,” you interrupted quickly, sliding off his lap and smoothing down your dress, your face warm with embarrassment. “You didn’t… I mean, it’s not like you...  I wanted to—”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, cutting you off. His gaze flickering to yours before darting away again. “It’s just— fast.”

“Really fast,” you agreed, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you glanced at the floor.

The air between you now felt awkward, the heat that had consumed you both had been replaced with an uncertainty.

Bucky shifted, leaning back against the couch, his hand running through his damp hair. “This doesn’t… mess things up, does it?” he asked hesitantly, his voice low.

You looked up at him, confusion flickering across your face. “What do you mean?”

“Our agreement,” he sighed, his jaw tightening slightly. “The whole fake dating thing. If this makes it… complicated.”

“Bucky,” you said softly. “Do you regret this?”

He met your eyes, his expression conflicted. “No. That’s the problem,” he admitted, his voice low. “I don’t regret it, but it feels… dangerous, you know? Like we’re walking a line here, and I don’t want to screw this up for you— or for us.”

“You didn’t screw anything up.”

He searched your face, as though trying to gauge your sincerity. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” You reached out, your fingers brushing his flesh hand in reassurance. “But if we’re being honest here, I was kind of a mess when I walked in here and this probably wasn’t the best idea.” You let out a nervous laugh. “I mean there's a reason we have these rules for the relationship agreement. But you didn’t do anything wrong. And… I don’t regret this either.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

You bit your lip, guilt creeping back in as you remembered the reason you’d shown up in the first place. “I really am sorry about the Instagram thing,” you said, glancing away. “I know how much your privacy means to you, and I feel like I violated that.”

“You didn’t mean to. I know that. Don’t beat yourself up over it. But thank you for caring.”

His words sent a warmth through your chest, but the lingering awkwardness of the moment made you feel like it was time to leave. You stood, smoothing down your dress. “I should probably go,” you said lightly. “Let you get some rest.”

“You don’t—” he started, standing up as well.

You offered him a small smile. “I think I’ve caused enough trouble for one day.”

Bucky stepped closer, his expression earnest. “We’re good, though, right?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “We’re good. You’re good, Bucky.”

His smile softened and you felt the unspoken connection between you again. But you stepped back, opening the door of his apartment, giving him a small wave as you slipped out. 

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“I’m a big fan” || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

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Summary: in which after Tom reveals that he is a big fan of you, especially after you’re a part of soundtrack of tbosas, you and Tom are caught being awfully close to each other a few weeks after.

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 643

A/n: Sorry I haven't uploaded a tom blyth x singer!reader fic in abit! I've got another one sitting in my drafts that I need to finish :)

Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist

divider by @pommecita

“Tom and Hunter on…. Y/n Abrams’ Hunger Games single” “So good. It's so good,” Tom says immediately. Hunter squeals, throwing her hands up in the air.

"I love Y/n Abrams," Hunter fangirls, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of her honestly. I hope I get to meet her someday," Tom has never mentioned you on the internet before.

Truthfully, he has always been a fan of your music since you first released your first album and has stayed a loyal fan. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on you, I mean who wouldn't, you are Y/n Abrams.

So when he saw your post on instagram announcing that you were going to be a part of tbosas soundtrack with 'Can't catch me now' Tom was absolutely fangirling

Of course you were familiar with Tom but the two of you have yet to meet. You remember seeing him on screen for the first time when your sister had Billy the Kid playing on your tv at home, and you were hooked.

You understood why the girlies were head over heels for Tom, he was crazy attractive, a gentleman, and an absolute sweetheart. When you saw the interview that mentioned him, you were dying to meet him as well.

Little did he know that you would be attending the LA premiere for the tbosas and would see him for sure. “Y/n, any one in particular your excited to see today?” A woman asks as she directs her mic at you.

“Uh- yeah actually, I’m excited to finally meet Tom!” You couldn’t help but feel the corners of your mouth rise. “Really? Well I interviewed just a couple moments ago and he said the same with you!” Your eyes slightly widen as your eyes look around.

“I think he’s over there,” The woman points to the other side as you thank her before making your way that way. You were whisked into another interview before you could go any further.

As you were talking, you felt a hand on your shoulder as you jump. “Shit-“ “Sorry-“ You turn your head and was pleasantly surprised seeing those pair of blue eyes stare straight back at you. "Tom!" Your smile widens as you grip his biceps, his hands politely gripping your waist.

"Y/n! Finally we meet!" He chuckles as you could feel the rumble coming from his chest. "It's so lovely to meet you," You pull him in for a hug, all the while the camera still focused on the two of you. All though the two of you just met, you felt so comfortable around him, and he felt the exact same way.

"I'm such a big fan, Y/n," He says against the side of your head, his hand rubbing your back before you pull back. "Oh stop, I'm such a big fan of you too, Tom!" You exclaim before you remember you were still mid interview. "Oh! I'm so sorry," You sheepishly smile at the girl who laughed.

"Sorry, It's my fault for interrupting you. I'll see you soon?" Tom butts in, his arm around your shoulder as he pulls you into his chest. It didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable the way the two of you interacted with each other, it was more natural and familiar.

"Yeah of course, I'll see you then," You look up at him, you nearly stopped breathing at how close he was to you. "Bye, darling," He bids you goodbye as you watch his tall figure leaving. "No way the two of you met just then," The young woman asked, shock evident in her tone.

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, "Yep, it feel's like I've known him my entire life!" "It looked like it!" The woman exclaims as the two of you laugh.

[aimfor-theheart]

oh cielo!! happy new year!! i'm so glad we've met in this vast internet space and i'm sending you so much love for the coming year as well 💕 if you're still playing, how about fake dating with vi?

FUJI BELOVEDDD!!!! i am also so glad that we've met on this strange internet space and i am sending you so much love and joy and success this 2025!! 💗

i am still playing and i have been waiting all day to sit down and write this one. was SO EXCITED to see this ask...thank u for giving me the opportunity to write about vi 💗

fake dating au + vi

Someone's following you. Their footsteps echo behind you, reverberating around inside your head. You're keen, ears pricked, as you glance half behind your shoulder.

Their shadow in the fog is a ghost that's been haunting you.

Your heart ticks up, your steps lurch; you move a little faster.

Vi should be close—

The footsteps quicken. So do you.

You round the corner and yelp when you crash into a solid form.

Hands on you, wide and warm, steadying you. Eyes like a crystal sky finding yours. "You alright?" Vi asks and your heart swells, relief floods you.

You glance behind you and perceptive and sharp as always, Vi peers into the city smog, too. She sees the shape of someone and knows. Knows danger. Knows who it might be. Her body tenses, hackles rising.

Then her demeanor shifts.

"Been lookin' for you everywhere, princess." And suddenly her arm is around you, pulling you into her. She's warm and solid and you can feel the press of your bodies together, the way you fit together. You try not to startle or pull away.

Your cheeks warm. Vi is your bodyguard assigned to you after this stalking started, not—

You swallow hard, uncertain. "Um—Vi?"

Under her breath, she says, "just play along."

And with that, she sweeps you away, tucked under her arm. The night is brisk and damp, but Vi's body, shrouding yours, keeps out the chill. You walk in step. Your follower perseveres.

As you near your safe house, you watch Vi's mind work.

Between one breath and the next, you're pressed up a back alley wall. And Vi's pressing you there, against you, her hands on your waist.

"We need to ditch him before we reach the safe house." She says lowly, lowering her face towards you. "Just—follow my lead."

As the footsteps approach, Vi dips her face to the crook of your neck. Warmth floods your system and instinctively, you grab for her, fisting one hand in the front of her shirt, the other looping around her shoulders.

You must look like lovers. It strikes you like lightning.

And when the footsteps round the corner, Vi suddenly grabs your chin in hand, and kisses you soundly on the mouth.

You make a noise of surprise, which she swallows. And you think she's only going to stay like this, unmoving and kissing you for appearances, but she suddenly deepens it.

Her tongue presses along your bottom lip and you part for her, almost out of surprise, which she takes advantage of eagerly. With your alarm, mingles a strange glow and flutter of desire. You feel it, tender and terrified, in the pit of your stomach. It spreads it's wings.

Your hand disappears into the hair at the nape of her neck and she gets a thigh between your legs. You gasp.

When she hears your follower near, she pulls away—lips spit slick and chest heaving a little, hair tousled, eyes fever bright—and rounds on him.

The man startles.

And Vi plays sleazy well when she swipes at her bottom lip with her thumb. Gone is your dedicated bodyguard, replaced with a heated fling you may have.

She asks, "You got a problem?" And now she sizes him up. Squares her shoulders. "Can't we get a little privacy?"

He falters, uncertain, eyes bouncing to you and then Vi.

"Fuck off," Vi snaps, "and get lost before I do something I regret."

He scurries away and the moment he's far enough away, Vi is reaching for your hand, engulfing it with hers. "Come on, we gotta go—" and she pulls you along, as if she hadn't just kissed you senseless moments ago, and you disappear down the maze of alleyways with her.

"Nice acting," she smirks, "who knew you had it in you?"

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[rosielovesf1]

podiums + pregnancies

someone knows how to make an entrance (she gets it from her mummy)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none! (my first post oop)

author's note: welcome to my blog!! this is a bit rough, but i figured it's only going to get better with time so here goes. thanks for spending some time on my little corner of the internet!

y/n was not joking when she said her ankles had left the building. she didn’t know when it had happened, but they had completely and utterly given up on her. 

“Baby girl, it’s just rude at this point,” she said quietly to herself. Despite the discomfort, she was unable to stop the beginnings of a smile when she thought about the little human that she’d couldn’t wait to meet. “I thought we had a deal that you wouldn’t do this to me until my maternity leave started.” 

And that leave was so close she could practically taste it (thank God), but brought with it some bittersweet feelings. In her comfortable seat in the McLaren motorhome, watching the race coverage on the television with papaya headphones secured over her ears, she took a second to enjoy the moment. Her whole life she’d been working towards her dream of being a motorsport journalist, and after a couple of wildly successful interviews with the most closed off of drivers, she was catapulted into the glitzy and glamorous world of F1. In the midst of seeing her dreams come true, she hadn’t expected to fall in love- with the curly haired boy who was currently in a comfortable third place. 

The garage started to buzz with excitement as the end of the race drew closer and closer. y/n gasped as Lando’s position was threatened with five laps to go, but he defended skilfully, pulling ahead on the straight and successfully creating more distance between him and the contender. The mechanics roared, and suddenly there was a flurry of motion as they got ready to cheer their driver to the checkered flag. 

“That’s your daddy!” y/n said, unable to contain her excitement. There was an uncomfortable twinge in her gut when she stood to celebrate him crossing the finish line with the rest of the garage, but it was easily ignored in the midst of hugs and cheers with the rest of the team. Pato found her in the crowd (she was hard to miss at 38 weeks pregnant), and squeezed her shoulders in a side hug. 

“No wonder he’s on the podium, with his lucky charms here,” the McLaren reserve driver said, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. y/n's smile grew as she took him in- race weekends were always made better by his presence in the McLaren garage. Pato had been one of her very first motorsport interviews while working in IndyCar, and her nerves had been through the roof when first meeting him. Luckily, they’d clicked instantly, bonding over their shared upbringing in Texas, and her ability to draw out his wonderful personality on camera had been a huge help to advancing her career. “Wanna head over there?” 

“Yes! Definitely. But I’m warning you, it’s going to be slow.” She shook her head and smiled fondly down at her bump. “I’ve seen turtles who walk faster than me.” 

“Oh, come on,” he said, steadying her arm as she stepped down from the raised platform where chairs were placed in the garage. “I think you could at least win a race with a snail.” 

“Mean!” she laughed, swatting his arm away as they followed the horde of people surging towards the podium. “You get pregnant, and then we’ll see how you do.” 

“Yeah, I don't think that's in the cards for me,” he said, bumping her shoulder. There was too much noise to continue their conversation as they neared the podium, and they only had to pause once on their journey as y/n breathed through another twinge. This one seemed a little stronger, but she recovered quickly, and Pato shielded her as people jostled for a spot close to the front. Luckily, the McLaren team recognized her fondly and made a path towards the fence, closing in behind her and Pato so they couldn’t be bumped around. 

“God, this never gets old.” y/n said, taking in the roar of the crowd, the feeling of being one in a sea of many. 

“Here he comes!” Pato yelled over the many voices around them, and an uncontrollable smile broke out across her face as her boy pulled off his helmet and ran towards them.

He slowed down as he neared her, wrapping her in a tight yet cautious hug. 

“Doing okay, baby?” he said into her ear, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

“Are you kidding me? You were amazing out there! I’m so proud of you!” y/n squealed, hugging him as tightly as her belly allowed. Cameras clicked around them as she pulled back to meet his soft lips, smiling into the short kiss. 

“Did it for my girls.” He said, eyes bright as he stared into hers. For a second, it was just them, and she felt a warm rush of gratitude for where life had taken her. Dream career, dream love, and a new dream- a child made from the best parts of both of them, arriving in just a few weeks. 

“Go celebrate with your team,” she mouthed, eyes going glossy. 

He looked conflicted but nodded, gently cupping the sides of her face and planting a kiss on her forehead before stepping away. With a giant whoop, he launched himself into the crowd of waiting McLaren employees, clapping hands with some and hugging others. He shot a wink over at her before walking into the building and the cooldown room, and the crowd grew antsy as they waited for the trophy presentation. 

Now that there was a lapse in the excitement, the twinges y/n felt were becoming harder and harder to ignore. She gripped Pato’s arm to her left as a particularly bad one came on, wincing in pain. 

“y/n?” he asked, voice filled with worry. “Everything okay? Is it too crowded?” 

“Yeah,” she breathed out, the pain subsiding within a few seconds. “I just, I keep feeling this squeezing sensation that I-”

They came to the realization at the same time, and Pato’s eyes seemed to almost be more terrified than hers. “You don’t think?” 

“I uh-, I mean,” Pato looked around frantically. Any hopes of further conversation were blown away as the trophy presentation started, and Lando was announced as the third place driver. He walked out onto the podium, a smile on his face and Pirelli hat on, taking his spot on the third place platform. His happy expression only grew as he scanned the crowd, until his eyes found what y/n assumed was an alarming sight- her practically doubled over, hanging onto Pato’s arm for dear life, and Pato looking like he would rather be thrown out of an F1 car than in this situation. 

Others around them started to take notice, and the female employees in particular rushed to her aid, offering bottles of water. y/n accepted gratefully, and looked up in time to notice that her favorite driver was no longer standing proudly on stage, and all of a sudden he was rushing out to find her at the fence. 

“Go back-” y/n forced out. “Fine. Just need a second.” 

“Baby, no.” He said, finding a way to move the fence so y/n could join him on the other side.  He took charge of supporting her- Pato practically sagged in relief- and ran a hand over her hair. “We have to go. Oh my god, we have to go? Is it time?” 

“No.” y/n said firmly. She could feel all eyes of the crowd on her, and even the announcer on the podium had paused his program to watch the chaos unfolding below. “Your moment! She can wait!”

But as y/n's face crumpled in the wake of another contraction, the decision was made for the both of them by their daughter- she was coming, and she was coming now. His hands shook as he guided her inside, y/n groaning more about making a scene than the pain. Pato called out a feeble “Good luck!” from behind and she sent a weak wave his way. 

A staff member inside the cooldown room had already called an ambulance, and Lando guided y/n into a chair before squatting down to press his forehead against hers. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, rubbing her hands over his shoulders.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” he said, taking a deep breath to try to stop his hands from shaking as he intertwined them with hers. The combination of the post-race adrenaline and the imminent arrival of their daughter was doing crazy things to his nervous system. “I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m so sorry you spent the day here when you could’ve been comfortable at home.” 

She shook her head at him, her deep breaths the only sound in the space. “No place I’d rather be.” 

He squeezed her hands at that, kissing both cheeks and leaving the lightest kiss on her nose. 

“She’s really coming, huh?” y/n whispered in disbelief, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“She’s really coming,” Lando laughed, not able to believe his luck.

@y/nnorris: our angel on earth. amelia parker hinata norris. 03/16/2024.

@landonorris: my two favorite girls in the world. ☀️ someone knows how to make an entrance (she gets it from her mummy).  ready for #2 whenever you are @y/nnorris 

[pomefioredove]

HIYYYAAAA

JUST SAW THE FLRITY PROMPTS EVENT!

What do you say about Lilia with "Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

I would say hgghh💕💖❤️

summary: "don't bite your lip, I want to do that" type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is kinda implied to be yuu but doesn't have to be, not proofread, Lilia is shamelessly flirty thank u a part of this event

There are very few things that still manage to catch Lilia by surprise.

At his age, he's simply running out of new experiences; school, politics, even the wonderful world of the internet have started becoming monotonous and boring, leaving him in a slump.

Perhaps, then, that's why he's taken such an interest in you.

Such an intriguing little creature, he thinks, watching you from the shadows of the Diasomnia lounge.

You'd come by to drop something off for Malleus, the sweet thing that you are, and, once again, Lilia finds himself shamelessly staring.

He knows he shouldn't, but, oh, he truly can't help himself!

He inches closer. Lilia can't help but wonder what sort of noise you'll make when he startles you this time. A gasp? A shout, perhaps? Maybe even a cute little squeak... the thought of that is strangely exciting to him.

Only one way to find out.

He drops out of the shadows, blocking you from the exit just as you turn towards it. "Hello!"

And... Nothing.

You smile. "Ah... hello again, Lilia. Did Malleus tell you I was coming?"

His arms fall to his sides with a pout. Nothing? Nothing at all? You look at him like he has something stuck in his teeth.

"He may have mentioned," Lilia sighs. "You're impossible to tease these days. It's quite disappointing, really."

You smile slightly, much to his bemusement. He hates letting you have the upper hand... "Maybe I've started anticipating your pranks. You'll just need to find some new material,"

New material...? He scoffs. You're not even the least bit concerned about him!

"It used to be so easy to get a rise out of you. Humans change far too fast," he laments.

"Now I'll never get to see that flustered look on your face ever again! Or I'll have to come up with something new to tease you with..."

"Orrrr... you could just not tease me at all?"

He chuckles, shaking his head as if you had just said something ridiculous. "With your precious reactions? Impossible!"

You sigh.

Lilia tuts, tapping his chin as if lost in deep thought. He circles you once, twice, then stops in front of you.

"I can't think of anything," he sighs dramatically. "It'll come to me later... Is that uniform new?"

"Oh, uh..." you mutter, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. You turn around yourself in a circle. How cute.

"Well, it's the same uniform, but I got my measurements taken at Pomefiore, and they they got me a better fitting one."

"I can tell,"

He hums pleasantly, dragging his eyes over your body. "They did a wonderful job accentuating your features,"

You huff and look away, much to his delight, clearly taken by surprise by his change in tone.

"...Thank you,"

"Fufufu. Don't mention it," Lilia says, eyes narrowing. "You don't get complimented very much, do you?"

"Not regularly,"

"I could surmise as much. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're almost flustered by little old me. Is that right?"

Hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes widen as you realize that you've walked right into his trap. "Oh, no, no. I'm not. I'm fine!"

"Really? Don't get shy on me, now. I'm beginning to like this even more than scaring you,"

He takes a step forward, drinking in the sight of you, your body's nervous reactions to his teasing. "How cute,"

"Tease," you say, biting the corner of your lip.

You back yourself against the wall of the lounge, to his absolute delight, and he takes that as an invitation to get closer.

"That I am," Lilia admits without a hint of shame. "But don't bite your lip... I want to do that."

That long sought-after squeak finally escapes you, music to his ears, and he leans closer. For a moment, it seems like he's about to close the distance between you... then, at the last second, he pulls back.

He chuckles. "Oh, what fun! I haven't felt so young in ages. But I do have other business to attend to,"

And so, Lilia leaves you stunned, trembling against the wall as he merrily walks off before you seem to come to your senses.

"Vanrouge, you little shit! Get back here!"

A slight giggle escapes him as he starts off running, with you not far behind. He was right; this is much, much more rewarding than scaring you.

Maybe, if you make another one of those cute noises, he'll even let you catch him.

[etherealval]

actress!reader and chris sturniolo’s first time meeting | a/n: so excited to expand into this au !!

the party was in full swing, the bass from the music thrumming through the walls and floor like a second heartbeat. bodies packed the house, filling every corner with chatter, laughter, and the faint clinking of glasses. you stood in the corner, nursing a drink you didn’t even like, a sugary, overly sweet concoction that phoebe had handed you earlier. you’d tried to sip it as slowly as possible, mostly as a distraction from the fact that you didn’t want to be here in the first place.

phoebe had dragged you along, promising it’d be fun, that you’d meet cool people and make memories. but right now, she was in the bathroom, and you were stuck standing awkwardly by yourself, dodging glances from strangers who looked a little too eager to start small talk. part of you wished you were at home, curled up with a book, the soundtrack of this party replaced by pages turning.

when phoebe finally emerged from the hallway, you let out a quiet breath of relief, until you noticed she wasn’t alone. trailing behind her were three guys, all tall, with strikingly similar features. it took you a second to realize they were triplets.

“this is nick, matt, and chris,” phoebe introduced, her tone casual, as if she hadn’t just walked over with some of the most recognizable faces on the internet.

your eyes flicked between them, offering a polite smile. “hi,” you said softly, unsure of how else to respond. but before you could even finish your greeting, the one in the beanie, chris, you remembered. stepped forward with a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

“wait a second,” he said, pointing at you like he was making some grand revelation. “aren’t you that girl from that netflix show?”

you blinked, caught off guard by the playful accusation. “uh… i guess? if you mean stranger things, then yeah.”his grin widened, and he snapped his fingers like he’d just won a bet.

“knew it. max mayfield in the flesh.” he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms in an exaggeratedly cool pose. “wow, never thought i’d be rubbing elbows with a big hollywood star tonight.

you rolled your eyes, but a laugh bubbled out before you could stop it. “you’re being dramatic,” you said, shaking your head. “i’m not that big of a deal.”

nick, standing just behind chris, snorted. “you’re kidding, right? this dude is obsessed with you. we’ve heard about you, like, a hundred times.”

“nick,” chris hissed, his face flushing as he shot his brother a sharp look.

your brow quirked, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “oh, really?” you asked, tilting your head as you met chris’s flustered gaze.

“ignore him,” chris muttered quickly, running a hand through his hair. but the telltale redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. “he’s exaggerating.”

phoebe, who had been watching the exchange with an amused expression, leaned closer to you and whispered loudly enough for chris to hear, “looks like someone’s been caught”

“whatever,” chris muttered, his usual playful confidence faltering for a moment before he straightened up again. he met your eyes, a boyish grin creeping back onto his face.

“i’m just saying, it’s cool to meet you. no shame in admitting it.”the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest that wasn’t there earlier.

“thanks. it’s nice to meet you too.”“so,” he said, leaning a little closer, “what’s a big hollywood actress like you doing in the corner of a party like this?”

“hating every second of it,” you admitted dryly, a playful glint in your eyes. he laughed at that, the sound rich and warm over the music.

“then let me make it better,” he said, his voice softening just enough to feel genuine. “stick with me, and i promise i’ll keep it interesting.”

and for the first time that night, you didn’t feel so out of place.

taglist: @heartsforvin , @sturncakez , @matts-myloverboy , @mattsbitchh , @zayluvss , @ilyttmatsa , @sturniolosluttt

[doumadono]

Doumadono's 6k followers event

How more than 6,000 of you wonderful people enjoy this odd little corner of the internet is beyond me, but I’m so incredibly grateful! I’m absolutely floored by how my quirky little blog has grown over the past two years. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following, liking, reblogging, and just being here! 🥺💖

To make this celebration extra special and funny, I need your help! I’ve come up with several ideas for the event, and I’ve decided to let you vote for your favorite. Based on the most votes, one or max two options (if I manage to find enough spare time) will be selected. You can find all the details about each option below the cut - read the descriptions and vote for your favorite! Don’t forget to reblog to help spread the word!

Feel free to send your prompts and ideas for the event through my inbox, DMs, or by commenting on this post. Please note that only prompts from the top two winning celebration ideas will be filled. However, I reserve the right to write additional pieces if a particular prompt inspires me!

The event will run from 13th January to 19th January, during which I’ll post works created specifically for this celebration. If needed, the event will have a separate masterlist, and all works will be tagged with #doumadono’s 6k celebration ♡

NOTE: this time, the event will be exclusively dedicated to My Hero Academia

Hero vs. Villain Alphabet Explore the fascinating contrasts between heroes and villains with this thematic alphabet series. Each letter represents a unique trait or scenario (e.g., A for Affection, B for Bravery), showcasing how heroes and villains approach the same concept in wildly different ways

NSFW Alphabet Ready for something sultry? Each letter of the alphabet will explore a smutty theme, tailored to the characters you love

Mission Gone Wrong What happens when things don’t go as planned? Whether it’s heroes on a botched rescue mission or villains navigating a difficult heist, this fics/drabbles will dive into thrilling, emotional, or even humorous scenarios

Villains’ Secret Files Ever wondered what your favorite villains are hiding? This event will uncover their secrets — fascinations, hidden fears, guilty pleasures, or even their most embarrassing moments. A mix of serious and lighthearted insights into the League of Villains and beyond ♡

Heroes’ Secret Files Heroes have secrets too! From their personal struggles to surprising traits they’d rather keep hidden, these scenarios offers a behind-the-scenes look at the pro heroes and students we all adore. Expect heartfelt, humorous, and inspiring revelations ♡

What If? Dive into little drabbles with scenarios where roles are reversed, quirks are swapped, or the world is entirely different. What if Dabi became a hero? What if Deku joined the League?

Blindfolded Requests (NSFW) You can submit completely blind prompts — just a single word or phrase. I'll choose the character and write a surprise drabble based on their vibe. Example requests could include words like tension, obsession, submission, etc.

Fairy Tales Reimagine classic fairy tales featuring My Hero Academia characters in exciting and heartwarming ways, f.e. Beauty and the Beast (with Shigaraki): a tale of finding humanity and vulnerability within someone feared.

[svt-luna]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVES 🥳🎉🎊

as we step into 2025, i want to take a moment to reflect on the incredible journey we’ve shared since i started this blog back in august of 2024. it feels like just yesterday when i was nervously writing my first post about Luna and Jeonghan, not knowing if anyone would read my impulsive and bored ideas. and now, here we are— 2,639 of you beautiful souls, united by our love for this story. i am endlessly grateful for every single one of you!!

2,639?!!? TWO THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED THRITY-NINE?!?!?

i still haven’t wrapped my head around that fact. i love you. i am grateful for you. i appreciate you. i adore you— all 2,639 of you.

in just a few short months, this blog has become something beyond my wildest dreams. it’s not just about the numbers or how fast we’ve grown (though WOW, it’s humbling); it’s about the connections we’ve built. through this blog, i’ve had the privilege of meeting so many wonderful people.

you’ve trusted me with your stories— about your struggles, your triumphs, and your lives. your bravery and openness have been such a gift. to those who’ve shared with me, you already know who you are: thank you from the bottom of my heart for trusting me. and to those i haven’t spoken to yet, i’m always here, ready to listen, ready to celebrate your triumphs, struggles, and stories no matter how big or small those are!

to my lovely anonymous messengers— though i don’t know your names, i see you. i see your kind words, your unwavering support, and the love you pour into this little corner of the internet. thank you for being a part of this journey, even from the shadows.

but as with every story, there have been challenges. there were moments when people doubted me, spoke down to me, bullied me, and tried to drag me down because of this blog— they still do. those times were hard. there were days when i questioned whether i should keep going. but then i would see your messages, your love, and your support, and suddenly, the weight didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

you kept me grounded. you kept me going. you reminded me why i started this in the first place. for that, i will always be thankful.

despite the challenges, 2024 was an unforgettable year filled with stories about favorite our bunny couple, Jeonghan and Luna. you laughed with them, cried with them, and fell in love with them over and over again. and let me promise you this— 2025 is going to be even better. i have so many exciting stories planned, and i cannot wait to share every single one with you.

so, here’s to the stories we’ve shared, the ones we’re about to write, and the community we’ve built together. thank you for making this blog a place where love, creativity, and connection thrive.

i couldn’t have done it without you, my lovelies!!

wishing you all a year filled with love, laughter, and endless inspiration 🩷🩷🩷

with all my love,

sel 🌙

[gyoobies]

Pairing: Yunho x Female Reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers/Smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+/Minors DNI/ Heavy flirting/semi public finger fucking/ Oral/ rough sex.

Summary: Stressed by a fast approaching deadline, Yunho ends up at a newly opened internet café looking for a little peace after his roomates make a costly mistake that only furthers his frustration. Luckily for him this café has something more than games that captures his interest.

NOTE: This was another fun collab between me and @hoesheez. If you're here from reading their story, Welcome. If I'm the 1st stop, make sure to follow the link at the end to read from the POV of the bestie. 🩷

The last thing Yunho wanted was to be stuck in the house with Wooyoung and San after their argument. Sure, all his work had been backed up, but having to wait a week before his new laptop would arrive was likely going to put him behind on this project. All of this could have been avoided if Wooyoung had not tried to reenact the lift from Dirty Dancing with San, right next to his computer.

Pulling up the collar of his long wool coat he quickened his steps in the direction of his favorite internet café. Relief washed over him as he rounded the final corner to his destination, excited to be out of the cold, only to be filled with dread minutes later when he arrived to find a "closed for business" sign taped to the door. 

When did this happen? Had it really been that long since he'd been here? He thought to himself.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Yunho tucked his chin inside the collar of his coat to leave.

"Hey!" Came a voice from across the street.

"If you're looking for an internet café, a new one just opened two blocks over." Yelled a guy as he pointed him in the direction.

Yuho politely thanked the stranger and headed in the direction of what he'd hoped wouldn't be a giant waste of time, but anything was better than being home right now.

Shaking off the cold as he stepped into the new café, he was greeted by warm ambient lighting, a pretty standard setup, and a sign at the front desk that said "thanks for your patience, we'll be back in five minutes". He'd worried briefly if this place was more study/work friendly than stress relieving gamer friendly, and he wasn't necessarily in the mood to find out the hard way. Just before he'd made up his mind to just go home and deal with his roommates, you came out from the back and greeted him somewhat awkwardly, but he found it to be kind of cute.

Clumsily stumbling out of the kitchen doors behind the counter, you were surprised to see a rather attractive, rather tall man. He was definitely a new face and one you certainly wouldn't mind seeing on a regular basis.

"He-Hello, um welcome to Sip-n-Surf. Are you here for work or play?" You stuttered out before giving an inviting smile.

"Um, play I guess?"

"You say that as if you're not sure why you're here." You laughed.

You noticed him glance around the room that was currently filled with students studying for exams with a rather uncertain expression.

 "Gamer?"

"Yea." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed. "That obvious?"

"A little." You laughed.

"But don't worry, I got you. Follow me." You said as you stepped from behind the counter, removing your apron.

Yunho followed you through swinging doors and down a dimly lit hall that had glowing arrows pointing in the direction you were leading him. Feeling his phone vibrate in his coat pocket, Yunho figured he'd better let his friends know where he'd run off to. He took note of the corner at the end of the hall and figured he had enough time to at least read the message he received. He didn't anticipate that you wouldn't actually turn the corner, and instead stop abruptly at the end of the hall. The last thing he saw was your shocked expression as you turned in just enough time to see him about to crash into you.

You let out a yelp as you both went crashing to the floor.  Fortunately for you he had been quick enough to at least catch himself from falling with all his weight onto you, but unfortunately it left you in a rather inappropriate position. 

Yunho lifted his head to look at your face.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Are you ok?"  He questioned with concern.

Noticing the way your eyes looked down between you, he realized he had landed face first into your cleavage. He quickly scrambled to stand up, apologizing profusely as he helped you to your feet.

"Ya know, if you wanted to know if they were real, you could have just asked." You laughed.

"I'm so sorry, I- what?! No, I didn't plan that! I looked away for a minute. I didn't think you would stop. I thought you were going to turn-" he paused as he pointed to his left, noticing it was a dead end. He then turned to look at you with a very confused expression.

"Thought we were going to a different room. This is a hall to nowhere?" 

"We are." You smiled just before hitting a hidden button behind a picture frame that opened up a section of the wall to a room that seemed to be on theme with the decor of the hall.

Yunho was impressed. A hidden gamers area inside a pretty standard internet café was probably the coolest thing he'd come across in a while.

"Take a seat anywhere you'd like. If you need anything there's a tablet to the left of the monitor. You can use this to order anything from the menu or if you need assistance from a human, just hit the call button to the right of your monitor and someone will come to you."

Before he could question what you meant by 'assistance from a human' he noticed a couple of service robots rolling around the area from patron to patron.

"All services can be paid with a card using the tablet or you can come to the front to pay with cash. Do you have any questions or need anything before I head back to the front?"

"Um, no, I think I'm good. Thank you." he smiled.

You returned the smile and turned to head back to the front. Well, that was the plan until one of the annoying regulars decided that now was the time to shoot his shot ... again.

"Hello bossy! When are you gonna let me take you out?" He said as he slung his arm over shoulders, but you quickly slipped from under it.

"When you can finally beat me in a match." You said as you rolled your eyes.

"That's not fair, it's literally like the only game you play!" He protested.

"Sounds like a you problem." You scoffed.

"Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a coat area? It's a bit long to put on the back of my chair." Asked your new favorite patron as he pointed to his coat.

"Yes we do! I can't take it for you and hang it on the rack up front."

Yunho gave a smile in agreement and quickly began to remove the lengthy garment. You had noticed his height, that much was obvious, but as you watched him peel off his nearly ankle length coat, you noticed how long his legs were, and as he handed you the coat you noticed how long his fingers were. 

As he thanked you again for your help, you noticed him steal a glance at your chest before giving you a flirty smile, and heading back to his seat. Smiling to yourself you turned to head out the room, only to stumble over the bottom of his coat. You glanced over your shoulder and let out a breath of relief when you saw he wasn't watching you and had already logged into his station. You quickly left the room, not even noticing that the annoying patron had still been standing there.

It had certainly been a long day, especially after your free spirited bestie left to go give a really hot guy that stumbled upon your café by chance the time of his life. The café had been slow for most of the day, so you had no issues with holding down the fort so at least one of you could have some fun. Of course when they left that's when everyone decided your internet café was the best place to spend their evening.

As you walked around the empty café picking up anything that had been left behind, you noticed the time, 11:30 pm. You hurried to the door, excited to lock up and head out, but first you'd need to make sure the gaming area was as empty as the front of the café, and all patrons were gone. You knew for certain there was at least one person still there because his long coat was still hanging on the rack.  You made your way to the back to find him completely immersed in his gameplay. You almost didn't want to disturb him, but you really wanted to go home. You took one look around and quickly realized that probably wasn't gonna happen any time soon. Why were gamers so inconsiderate? There was literally a small trash bin under each station, and a larger one at the end of every row. 

  Accepting your fate, you decided there was no point in disturbing him when you clearly had to clean before going home, and honestly, you felt better having someone else there with you.

You put on your headphones and got to work. Completely focused on your task, you were too busy to notice him stealing glances at you as he packed up his things. Humming to yourself while sweeping up, you accidentally backed into him, not realizing that he had finished up and was trying to ask you a question.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't see you."

"I kind of figured." He smiled. 

“Are you heading out?”

"Actually, I  was trying to ask if I could help? I see I got carried away and stayed past closing. So I figured the least I could do is help you pick up."

"Are you sure about that?" You said as you picked up a tray filled with empty snack packings.

"If you think I'm afraid of getting  a little dirty, I'll have you know I live with 7 other guys." He laughed.

"Oh! Frat boy?"

"No, but if you came over, you'd think I was lying." He laughed as he walked around picking up trash with you.

With his help, you were done sooner than expected. 

"Thanks for helping me tonight." you said coyly.

"No problem. You're actually doing me a favor. I'm having an argument with two of my roommates, and I wasn't ready to go home just yet."

"Oh, do you mind if I ask what happened?"

"They were being themselves and destroyed my laptop in the process. I'm working on a project and now I'm going to lose time that I need because I have to wait for my new one to arrive."

"Damn, that sucks." You continued your conversation as you headed to the front.

"Yeah, and then I  found out my favorite internet café closed for business only after I walked to it."

"Oh! Are you talking about Café Net?"

"Yeah, it wasn't nearly as cool as this, but it was one of the few gamer friendly ones in this area. Luckily a guy noticed me standing in front of it and suggested I give this place a shot." He said as he grabbed his coat from the rack.

"Well, I'm glad you came, ot was nice seeing a new face for once." You chuckled. "I'm also not a big fan of closing up alone on busy nights, so it was nice to have some company."

He smiled bashfully at your admission. "Well, in that case, maybe I'll swing by tomorrow and overstay my welcome again." He smirked. "I'm Yunho by the way. I just realized we never got each other's names. I assume Sindel is just a name you use for the café?"

"What do you mean? You don't believe I could be named after the queen of Edenia?"

For a brief moment he seemed afraid that he may have offended you until you began to giggle before telling him your actual name, confirming that Sindel was just a name you used in the café.

You shut off all the lights in the building just before exiting with Yunho. Almost instantly, a sweeping wind caught the two of you just as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, causing you both to shiver.

"Shit!" You exclaimed. "It's so cold now. I'd feel bad if I let you walk home in this. Get in, and I'll take you home." you said as you walked the short distance to your car, waving him over.

Walking into his apartment Yunho noticed Wooyoung and San watching a movie on the couch, and thought of their long standing deal, and quickly walked over to them, pulled out his wallet and threw $20 at each of them.

"Ha! We prevail again! Screamed Wooyoung.

"So what happened?" Laughed San.

"None of your business." Yunho stated bluntly before heading to his room.

Finally home, your night was spent checking in on your friend to make sure a good time was had by all, and that they had made it home safely. They let you know that they’d be spending the night with their conquest since it was so late already.  Not caring that they were likely texting you with a dick in their mouth, you eagerly filled them in on the details of the night, especially the ones involving Yunho.

The next day, you and your friend went about the day serving patrons, and exchanging horror stories about past and recent hookups. The recent portion was covered mostly by your friend since you'd spent a little over a year completely focused on opening your internet café and little to nothing more. In fact, Yunho was the first person to make you feel any sort of attraction in months. You'd zoned out in the middle of your friend telling a story about some guy they'd pegged, too caught up in thoughts about Yunho, how cute his smile was, the sound of his voice, the smell of his perfume that lingered long after he'd left your car, his long legs and long fingers. The longer you thought of him the more your mind began to wander, thinking about how good his long fingers would feel inside you.

"Hello! Anybody home? " Your friend questioned after noticing the distant expression on your face.

"Hey, do you think we should get a larger size mouse for people with larger hands?"

Your friend furrowed their eyebrows and just stared at you blankly before the chime of the entryway bell caught their attention. They turned to greet the customer that had come in, and escorted them to the gaming area after whispering to you that you should stop being weird.

As night set in the students that usually packed the front of the café were replaced by the gaming crowd that quickly filled the back. You stood leaning with your back against the counter as your friend complained about the lack of eye candy in the place tonight.  Well, that was until someone worthy of their attention walked in.

"Finally, someone interesting." They sighed in relief.

You looked over your shoulder to see who they were talking about and immediately turned back to your friend.

"Shit!" You whispered to your friend as you straightened up your clothes. Sorry luv, not that one. I claimed him already.”

“I didn't hear you call dibs.” They laughed.

“Dibs? You’re calling dibs on dick now?” You shook your head as you chuckled at their antics.

That's  Yunho, the guy I told you about last night."

"Oh! Well, in that case, I'll have his friend." They said as they wiggled their eyebrows at you.

You scoffed and turned to face the door as they approached the counter. You weren't surprised his friend was just as hot. Long hair, plush lips, and nose made for pleasure. Definitely a sittable face, and his androgynous style only added to his appeal.

Just before they reached the counter one of the last lingering students waved you over for help, calling out your café name to get your attention.

"Take care of them for me." you said as you rolled your eyes before leaving from behind the counter.

"Oh, I'll definitely take care of your lover boy's friend." Your friend winked.

You sighed before walking over to the patron sitting in the study area of the café, giving a small wave to Yunho as you passed by.

About 10 minutes later, after you'd helped them with their issue, you made your way back to the front to find that Yunho had taken a seat at one of the stations close to the counter. 

"No gaming today?" You questioned with an eyebrow raised.

"Actually, I plan to, but I felt like I was intruding."

You began to laugh, understanding what he meant.

"I see they've already separated their prey from the herd." You smiled while looking at him.

"Good luck to them. Seonghwa's a lot more innocent than he looks. Getting him to pick up on flirting is like trying to find water in a desert."

You twisted your lips, skeptical of Yunho's perception of his friend.

"If you say so." You said sarcastically.

"Hey! What's that face for?" He laughed.

"I know a demon when I see one, that's all." You shrugged before picking up your drink from the counter, and taking a sip.

"What's that you're drinking? I don't see it on the menu." 

"Ah! That's because it's my secret drink. Wanna try?" You asked as you held the cup so the straw was facing him.

He smirked before leaning in to give it a taste. "Delicious."  He said while looking into your eyes. 

"A man of taste." You stated before placing the straw back into your mouth for another sip.

"Not worried about germs from a stranger?"

"Oh please!" You rolled your eyes at his comment. "It's the equivalent of kissing you, in my opinion at least."

"Kissing me? Well, as good as that drink is, Kissing me wou-"

Yunho's words were cut short by an upset patron. "Excuse me! Can I get some help over here?! I've hit the call button twice!" 

You checked the monitor and quickly addressed the patron.

"I'm sorry, I think there's something wrong with the call button for this station." You said as you rushed over. "How may I help you?"

You prepared what the customer requested, gave them a pastry on the house for the inconvenience, and checked the hookups for their call button under their station.

"Technical issues?"  He questioned as you made your way back over to him.

"No, I was being distracted by this tall stranger that was flirting with me and didn't notice the calls." You whispered. "I'd better actually go do some work." You sighed. 

"Yea, I'd hate to be the reason you get fired.” He chuckled.  

“When's your break?"

"Fired? Oh, believe me, I'm not worried about that." You replied smugly. "I break in an hour or so."

"Come find me?" he smirked as he backed away to head down the hall.

You bit your bottom lip and gave him a nod before noticing your friend leaning against the counter, pouting.

"How's it going?" You questioned.

They leaned down on their hands with a sigh. "Horribly! He's not even paying attention to me."

 Amused by the display your friend was putting on, you shook your head as you moved to stand closer to them. "I meant work. How's work going?"

You watched a bit annoyed as they stared longingly at the monitor, just wishing Yunho’s friend would call for something, anything.

"Huh? Oh, it's fine." They finally replied.

You rolled your eyes. “I can't believe you of all people is so upset about some guy not being a complete simp for you at first sight. Sure he’s hot, like crazy hot, but-.”

“You're not helping.” they deadpanned. 

What I’m trying to say is you can have anyone you want... and you kind of have, so you shouldn't be too down on yourself.”

"But I want him!" They whined. 

Before your conversation could go any further, the monitor lit up with a call. Noticing how your friend's shoulders slumped, you could guess that the patron sitting at station 42 was not Seonghwa. They volunteered to answer the call button and made sure to let you know they'd be back to interrogate you about Yunho. 

For a moment you thought they were being ridiculous for pouting about Seonghwa’s lack of attention, but then you thought about it. You really couldn't fault your friend for feeling the way that they were because you were 99% sure that if Yunho wasn't playing the same cat and mouse game you were, you'd be just as bratty about it.

It wasn't long before they came back with the same pout on their face. Even so, you still prepared yourself for the barrage of questions that was coming your way. Oddly, when they returned they were completely fixated on their phone. You watched only for a moment before questioning what they were doing.

"Um, what's got you glued to your phone so intensely all of a sudden?"

"Oh, nothing really, just doing some online shopping right quick."

"Well that's random." you mumbled as you peeked over to their screen to see what they were shopping for, and it only caused further confusion.

"Outdoor gear?" You questioned.

"Yea. Hey, what size shoe do you wear?" They asked nonchalantly.

" I wear a size ... wait, why?"

"Because I'm gonna buy you some climbing boots."

"Climbing boots? For what?!"  

"For when you climb that tree!" They yelled as they burst out laughing.

"I actually hate you, you know that right?"  You said as you tried to hold back your own laughter.

After their little joke, they wasted no time questioning you, and you had no problem filling them in on the details of your conversation with Yunho, especially the parts about Seonghwa, but you made sure to keep his name to yourself. Your friend had requested that you don't tell them, saying something about hearing it for the first time from his own lips would be sexy or something along those lines. It was odd for sure, but this was your friend after all, and at this point nothing surprised you anymore. You looked at the time and decided to grab some snacks for yourself and Yunho before heading back to take your break.

"Hey, I'm going to break with Yunho. Would you like me to take a little something on your behalf to his hot friend?" You smirked.

"My ass is not detachable, so unfortunately, I must deliver it myself." They sighed.

You rolled your eyes and waved them off. "See ya in thirty, but if you need me sooner, just call." You said as you made your way down the hall. 

You entered the gaming area and scanned the room for an icy blue head of hair that sat above the rest. It didn't take long for you to spot him, sitting at one of the stations in the back corner along the wall next to his friend. You made your way over to his station, trying to go unnoticed by anyone who could potentially ask you for assistance. Once you arrived, you kind of just stood there awkwardly, not really wanting to disturb him. You had finally decided to just place the snacks and drinks down on his station when his friend noticed you and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. How long were you waiting?" 

"It's fine, I haven't been here long, I just didn't want to disturb your match."

"It's fine. I asked you to come, so don't feel like you'redisturbing me." He smiled as he stood to offer you his seat.

You quickly took a look around to look for an empty chair, but it was pretty packed in the gaming area now, so there wasn't an extra one to grab.

"Don't worry, I can sit on the floor. It's no big deal." He stated.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." He smiled.

You finally took the seat he was offering, and began to pull all the snacks from the bag.

"I brought us snacks, and I made you my secret drink." 

"Thank you, we were just thinking about ordering." He said as he took a sip of his drink.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking, I should have brought you something too." You said to his friend.

"It's fine, I know who your priority is.” he smirked as he continued to eliminate his opponents on the screen. “I'm Seonghwa by the way." He said as he turned from his monitor briefly to greet you with a giggle, and you greeted him in return. You took notice of the number on his station as you did so, and held your breath in an attempt to stifle your laugh before pulling out your phone to text your friend.

"You sat him at station #69! Where is your shame?!"

You hit send, placed your phone on the table, and turned your attention to a rather amused Yunho.

"Your friend, they're really funny." He smiled as he gestured to Seonghwa's station number.

"Yeah, I'd say horny instead, but yes, yes they are." You laughed.

A sigh of frustration grabbed the attention of you both.

"Yeah, I  need a break. I'm going to go grab food, smelling everything is making me hungry. Yunho, you can take my seat while I'm gone before people start to stare." 

You smirked as Seonghwa walked away, wondering if you should give your friend a heads up, but they probably wouldn't even see it in time, too busy watching the monitor for his call.

"So, aside from lying to your patrons about broken call buttons, what else have you been up to?"

You gasped dramatically. "Excuse me, but if I recall, it was you that caused the entire fiasco."

"Wow, and now you're blaming another patron for your lies."

"Keep it up, and I'll cut power to your station mid game." You both laughed quietly at your threat, being mindful of the other people around you.

"I was actually working on some drawings before it got busy, but that's about it."

"Drawings? For what? Can I see?"

 " It's for a short comic I'm working on. I don't really like showing my work in its early stages, but I can show you some older stuff next time.”

“Next time… I look forward to it.” he said slyly as he sipped from his drink.

“What about you, what'd you do today?"

"Me? Nothing much really, I spent my morning running errands with my roommate, and when I told him I'd probably be coming here later, he decided to tag along."

You nodded your head before taking a sip of your water. "So, your friend is attractive, you're attractive, are your other roommates this hot too?"

Yunho laughed. "I guess so. Should I bring all my roommates next time so you can judge?"

Just then, Seonghwa arrived back at his station, tapping Yunho on the shoulder to let him back in his chair. You took notice of the slightly pink tint blushing his cheeks and smiled to yourself as you listened to him mumble something about being out of his depth.

Before either of you could question what he meant, the voice of your friend calling you to the front came over the intercom.

"I'd better head back, they sound stressed." You laughed as you stood up to leave.

"But you never answered my question." Yunho quipped with a smirk.

"Oh! About bringing your roommates here for he me to meet? Nah, it's enough eye candy here already between the two of you. Don't want people to start thinking this place is an underground escort facility." You shrugged.

"Seems pointless to bring them all here anyway." Said Seonghwa as he spawned into a new match. "Couldn't she just meet them when you invite her over to smash?"

Completely caught off guard by Seonghwa's statement, Yunho panicked, nearly choking on his pastry. He quickly took a sip of his drink so he could clarify.

"That is not what I said! I said maybe I could invite you over to play Smash. Smash Bros. The game." He stuttered out to you in his defense. 

You giggled a bit, but before you could comment, your phone chimed, and you instantly knew it was your friend telling you to get your ass to the front.

"I've got to go before they send a service bot over with an S.O.S."  You grabbed your things and headed to the front, chuckling to yourself about what Seonghwa said.

You arrived to the front  to find your friend practically melting on the floor behind the counter.

"Um, you good?" You questioned as you stood over them.

You shook your head as you listened to them babble nearly incoherently about learning his name. You did your best to calm them down to make it easier to understand what the hell they were saying, but at the same time it was hard to focus when all you were thinking about was smashing Yunho, while playing smash with Yunho. You shook the thoughts from your head as you attempted to lock in, and focus on your friend, and not on all the nasty things Yunho has probably thought about doing to you in the last 24 hours.

While you were trying to piece your friend back together up front, Yunho was busy in the back trying to coach his friend, but also trying not to strangle him for what he'd told you. After ranting to you, your friend had been able to calm themselves enough to remember that they still had to make and deliver his order. You helped them get everything ready before sending them off with a good luck ass slap.

"Go get'em tiger!" You laughed before taking a look around the front, noticing the study crowd had nearly completely cleared out except two stragglers. That was to be expected on a Friday night where you stayed open later than the rest of the week. 'Who wants to study until the café closes at 1am?'  You thought to yourself as you put on some rubber gloves and grabbed a damp cloth to go wipe down and shutdown the empty stations, confident no one else would be in as it was nearly 11:30pm.

Cleaning the front of the café was always easier than the back, but there was always an exception. You huffed as you walked to the station in the far corner that had seemingly been designated as a dumping ground for someone. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, there was an unreasonably large wad of gum stuck to the floor. 

"Who raised you?"  You questioned to no one as you got on your knees to scrape the gum from the floor, using a discarded gift card you'd found amongst the trash on the station. You had gotten most of it off the floor when you decided to really put your back into it, to try to get the last bit off in one motion. With one hard shove of the gift card, you lunged forward, losing your balance just as you noticed a pair of familiar shoes step in front of you. 

"We've got to stop bumping into each other like this."  You mumbled against the fabric of his clothes. You pulled away, only then realizing exactly where you had face planted, and exactly what you had been mumbling into. 

You looked up slowly from where you kneeled on the floor to meet eyes with Yunho. You quickly darted your eyes back down to what was in front of you before quickly rising to your feet.

"What was it you were saying again? It was kind of hard to hear you since my ears are up here." He joked.

"Please shut up." You whined as you turned to grab the gum covered gift card off the floor, a bit embarrassed that you basically spoke into his boom mic in the corner of the café.

"Hey." He called as he gently grabbed your arm to take the tray of trash from you, placing it back on the station. "Can I talk to you? I just want to apologize about what Seonghwa said earlier. It was a stupid joke he overheard while me and our other roommate Mingi were talking."

"Talking about me?" You questioned as you watched the usually confident man rub the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, yeah. I told him about this place and he told me he'd definitely heard about it. I told him about you and -" he huffed before continuing. "And about how attracted I was to you."

"Was?" You cocked your head to the side.

"Am. How attracted I am to you. He ended up making a joke about me asking if you gamed and that I should follow it up with an invite to smash. I didn't mean to offend you or imply anything I-"

"Excuse me! Can I get a togo bag? Called the last patrons as they stood at the front counter preparing to leave. 

"Of course! I'll be right there." You called out cheerfully before turning back to Yunho. " You couldn't handle me in smash."  You said before walking away.

Yunho watched as you walked away, a bit taken back by your response,  nonetheless he eyed your form as you did, mentally thanking Seonghwa for not thinking before he speaks. "Challenge accepted." He mumbled to himself.

As you helped the last two patrons from the front, your friend returned, just a flustered as before. 

" What's that look about?" You questioned as they approached you.

Almost immediately they began to babble on. Describing the k-drama-like interaction they had with Seonghwa before confessing that this felt like it could be more than a hookup for them. After a quick heart to heart they decided they needed a distraction, grabbing the cleaning supplies  they set out to clear their mind mumbling something about cleaning the bathrooms. 

"Hey, Mr. Clean, before you take off, did you notice how many patrons were left in the gaming area? Or were you too distracted?" 

They shot you a look, and you took that to mean the latter. Can you take a look before you clean the bathrooms and text me? They nodded their head before dashing off. 

You continued to clean the front café  as Yunho sat at one of the stations with his eyes fixed on you as you moved about. 

"Not helping me clean today? Just watching?" You asked with your back, turned to him as you wiped down the station across from him. 

"I would, but I kind of like the view from back here." He teased. 

"That right?" You said as you turned to approach him. You stood just to the side of him before reaching behind his back to shut down the station, giving him a full view of your cleavage. 

"Mmmm, I like this one too." He hummed. 

"That right?" You said as you leaned in dangerously close to his lips. You watched as he closed his eyes in anticipation, and for a moment you'd thought to kiss him, but you knew the longer you played this game, the better the outcome would be.  Slowly you pulled away, grabbing a discarded napkin from behind him, and dropped it into the trash bag you were holding. 

"Meditating?" You asked as you sauntered away back to the counter, with his eyes now fixed on you again.

Just as he stood up to approach you,  three patrons from the back came to the front yelling at each other about a match they'd lost, and it was just your luck one of them had been the same annoying patron that has asked you out nearly every time he was in since opening.

"Hey bossy, still not gonna let me take you out? I know a great ramen place." He winked. 

"Now why would she want you, when she could have me?" said his friend.

"Gaming room lore is that you're a console queen." 

"Your point?" 

"Next time we come, I'll show you how to game on the PC, and if it's too crowded, neither one of us needs to sit on the floor, you can sit in my lap." He laughed as he gave a high five to the third guy in their group, obviously referring to Yunho sitting on the floor when you spent your break with him.

You noticed Yunho about to come over, and he definitely didn't seem too pleased at what was going down. 

"Dude, don't be rude."  Said the annoying guy. "We'll get banned." He warned.

Despite his annoying persistence, at least he had enough sense not to be a complete creep or at least not to be one to your face. Nevertheless, his friend didn't seem to care about his protests and continued to hit on you.

"So what do you say? I promise to show you a lot." He said as he licked his lips. 

"I doubt it's much." You scoffed. "And besides if I'm gonna be gaming on anybody's lap -" 

"It'll be mine." 

The three men turned to see Yunho towering over them and began to apologize profusely before rushing out.

"Do you get guys like that very often?" He asked with concern as he watched you lock up the front door.

"I have breasts, and I work at an internet café."

"Yeah, I can see now that was a stupid question." He laughed.

"Locking up early?" he questioned with a devious smirk on his face.

 We're open til 1am, but no new patrons are let in after a certain time, and that time has come and gone."  You explained as you lowered the automatic window shades. "Did you think I was closing up early to get you alone?" You giggled.

Red began to creep up Yunho's neck and up to his face from embarrassment.

"So, um, a console queen?" He stuttered out, trying to change the subject.

"Guilty." You said as you raised your hand. "So when do you want to change that?" You asked as you eyed him up and down.

And just like clockwork, another interruption.

"Sorry to interrupt tall, hung, and radiant, but I gotta talk to her for a minute."

 Yunho took a quick glance down at his pants before looking up to question if this talk was going to be about Seonghwa. 

"Welp, no need for me to pull you to the back if he already has it figured out."  

As dramatic as ever, they told you both about Seonghwa approaching them while they were cleaning the restroom, and in a surprising turn of events your friend, despite having chosen, and lived up to their café name, Hoover, they were having a confidence crisis. Listenening to their dilemma, Yunho was quick to let you in on how he'd caught Seonghwa eyeing them, confirming that he was indeed interested. Your friend attempted to continue, but you cut them off.

"I'm confused about why you're here talking with us when you should be banishing his soul into the ether. Yes, he's hot, but so are you. Obviously, he's into you, or he wouldn't have approached you no matter how many sexual innuendos you threw his way." Yunho agreed and encouraged them to "go have some fun" with his friend.

You pulled your friend closer to whisper in their ear "Go suck the skin off." And like magic they were back to their normal confident horny self and ready to cave him like a Capri sun. 

"Hey! Remember to tell me if there are any more gamers back there before you get to work!" You called out as they headed down the hall, sending you a thumbs up as they did.

You sighed as you laid back against the counter, today was catching up to you, but at least you were getting to see a side of your friend you hadn't see in quite some time. You thought it was funny seeing how flustered Seonghwa made them, when they were usually the one to get others so hot and bothered. 

"Everything ok, you seem a bit tired?" Asked Yunho.

You gave him a soft smile. "Yeah, everything's good."  you said, eyeing him up and down. I was just thinking about how I need to clean up back there a bit."  You pointed to the kitchen before you walked over to him, pulling him by the hem of his shirt to you.

"I really should focus on getting this place in order before we leave for the night, but I  need to do this before anymore interruptions can happen."

Yunho wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you even closer as you put your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You had intended for it to be short and sweet, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him, not when you finally had him where you wanted. You sucked his bottom lip to coax him to open for you, and when he did, you slid your tongue inside his mouth, and he happily welcomed it, sliding his hand down to squeeze your ass in appreciation. The kiss was heated, sloppy, and needy, and when you unclasped your hands from around his neck to snake one 

between the two of you to palm his bulge, he let a low growl rumble from his throat.

"I really need to finish up." You said as you pulled away from Yunho, who seemed to be begging with his eyes for you not to end the moment. "Don't look so disappointed. You're coming home with me tonight, but there are only two people that work here, so one of us has to be at least a little bit responsible." You smirked.

"I guess you're right. Don't want your boss to look at the cameras and see me stuffing you behind the counter."

You giggled as you looked up at the clock beside the counter, remembering that your friend was supposed to tell you if there was anyone left in the back. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called them, putting it on speaker so you could clean up behind the counter. After a couple of rings, they picked up, but you weren't so sure they intended to.

 "Um, Hello! Did you forget?" You complained.

"Huh? Oh yeah, everyone's gone." They said.

You had a pretty good idea what they were doing, but you couldn't resist asking anyway.

"Ummm, what are you doing right now? You asked as you smirked at Yunho. 

"Oh! What am I doing?" They replied just before the loudest, sloppiest sounding slurp came blaring from your phone, followed by the sound of Seonghwa practically sobbing before the call ended.

You burst out laughing at the look on Yunho's face. "You look traumatized." 

"I could have probably gone my whole life without hearing one of my best friends  getting sucked off, but you couldn't let that happen, could you?" 

You laughed at his statement as you handed him a garbage bag. "Would you mind checking the stations in the back for me?"

"Anything to get out of here, and you out of those pants." He said as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before walking to the back.

You dimmed the lights and packed up the remaining pastries that were in the display to donate before heading to the kitchen to finish cleaning. You were hauling ass, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible so you could go get stuffed like a build a bear, when your friend walked in with a look on their face that made your stomach drop.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE JUST LEFT?!?!?!"  You yelled in disbelief as your friend told you about their encounter in the restroom.

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that after you finished extracting his essence, this bitch just walked the fuck out?!?!?! Without saying anything?!?!" Nah, fuck that! You said as you stormed out the kitchen and over to the service monitor, quickly opening up the chat feature for station #70.

" I don't know what the fuck your friend thinks this is, but he doesn't get to use my friend and toss them aside like they're disposable. I don't give a shit how pretty he thinks he is, if you don't get the fuck outta here right now I  promise you won't be able to recognize him when I'm done." 

Almost instantly you got a reply back. 

"I promise you this is a misunderstanding.  He's not like that, I swear. We were just talking about it before you sent your threats of violence, and he feels bad for just leaving like that." 

You scoffed as you read Yunho's reply, clearly believing it was bullshit at its finest.

"If he feels so bad, why the hell did he do it?! Don't even answer that, he can come tell them himself!" You took deep breaths to calm yourself, but that didn't help much, if any. 

It wasn't long before they came to the front. It was like watching a teacher bring his student to the principal's office to be disciplined. You had so much you wanted to say, but this wasn't really your business no matter how strongly you felt about it. 

"I'm going to check the back again before I do something illegal." You said before brushing past the two men, causing Seonghwa to flinch as you did.

Yunho gave Seonghwa a pat on the back before following you like a puppy with his tail tucked between his legs. 

"I figured you followed me." 

"I've been following you since yesterday. Why stop now?" He smirked as he walked about the aisles behind you. " You know, you had me clean this area earlier. Remember?" 

"I remember, but where else would I go when they're up front talking things out?" You said as you turned to face him. "And let me tell you, whatever pretty boy has to say, it better make fucking sense." you punctuated every word with a jab of your finger to his chest. 

"Ow! Why am I being punished for being friends with an akward virgin?" He laughed as he grabbed your hand from where you still had your finger firmly planted in his chest. 

"A virgin?!" 

Yunho laughed at your shocked expression just before bringing your hand up to his lips to give the finger that you had assaulted him with, a kiss. 

"A virgin?! With that face?! With that body?!  You're telling me that demon hasn't even reached his final form?!!!" 

"Not gonna lie, I'm getting a little jealous." He looked at you with a pout on his face, causing you to laugh. 

"Aww, don't be jealous. He's cute and all, but I'm into overly confident tall boys that fall for me in less than 24 hours."

"Guilty." He said as he pulled you flush with him so you could feel the bulge in his jeans.

"Don't get too excited. If your friend messes up again, I'll be nursing my friend's broken heart, and this boner will go to waste." You said as you cupped it. 

"Boner?" He smirked at you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. " I'm not even at my final form yet."

You pulled away to find him biting his bottom lip with complete deviance in his eyes. 

"Fuck." You whispered before diving in to kiss him again. Just knowing he wasn't even fully hard yet, and he was already so big, had you practically salivating. Yunho had let you take charge at almost every encounter,  but now that he was sure this was what you wanted, he took the lead. Moving to undo the button on your jeans, he paused to ask for permission.

"Can I?" He whispered against your lips?"

You breathlessly gave consent, and he quickly undid them and pulled them to your thighs. 

He took a small step back to admire your figure.

"I've been thinking about this ass all day." He said before giving it a smack. "Do you always wear thongs, or was this a just in case?" He questioned as he pressed the bulge in his jeans against your ass.

"If you're asking if I wore them just in case we'd end up like this, the answer is no. I do things with certainty, and I was 100% certain that if you came in today, you would be mine, and we without a doubt would end up like this."

"Who's the overly confident one again?" He said before pulling your thong to the side and brushing his fingers against your clit.

Resting your head back on his chest, you looked at him with lust filled eyes.

"So wet already." He hissed before plunging his middle and ring fingers deep inside your dripping pussy.

You gasped out his name as he thrusted his long fingers slowly, in and out of you. He kissed the back of your neck as he began to brush his fingers against your g-spot. 

"How does it feel to have the fingers you've been staring at all day inside you finally?" He grunted as he began to fuck them into you faster, hitting your g-spot with every curl of his fingers.

"Come on, tell me." He urged.

"You-you noticed?" You moaned.

"How could I not? Your eyes practically lit up when I'd crack my knuckes."

"I- I like them and- and the way you do it." You gasped out.

"Is that right?" He teased, mimicking your teasing words from earlier.

"I know you like them, and that's why you're going to cum on my fingers, right here in the middle of this room because its all I could think about every time I caught you looking, and every time you come to work I want you to remember how good my long fingers that you couldn't stop staring at felt inside you." With that last statement he began to move his fingers with intent, hitting that spot inside you repeatedly that made your toes curl. He added a third finger, making sure to let you know he was getting you ready to take his dick later. With every push of that button inside you, your pussy got wetter and wetter until you could feel it running down your thighs. You were so close to you peak and you could tell it was gonna be a hell of a high once you hit it. 

Yunho released the grip he had on your hips to wrap his arm around you, sliding his hand under your shirt to cup your breast over your bra as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"You ready baby?" He questioned with his lips pressed to the side of your neck. You quickly nodded, whimpering when you felt him begin to suck on your skin.

Quickening the thrusts of his fingers he used his other hand to pull down the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. You bucked your hips into his hand chasing your orgasm.

"Just like that baby, fuck my fingers. I can't wait to stuff you so full of my dick later." 

 With one last curl of his fingers, your orgasm shot through you from the tips of your toes to your fingertips, it was as if every nerve in your body was electrified.  You clung to his forearms as he held you tightly, letting you ride your high on his fingers as he gently caressed your clit with his thumb.

"That's it baby. I love the way you ride my fingers." he whispered as your pussy continued to pulse around them, squeezing them and dripping your release into his hand. It felt like forever before he let you go, wanting to be certain you could keep your balance. Once he was sure you could hold yourself up he carefully pulled his fingers from you. The sound of your release dripping from his hand and onto the floor with a splat, made you giggle a bit in embarrassment by how much it was, until Yunho began to lick his fingers, instantly silencing you.

"Delicious." He said as he looked into your eyes before leaning in to kiss you. "I'll clean up this mess on the floor if you want to make sure they've got it figured out up front." He said as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe up your inner thighs before fixing your underwear and pants.

You agreed and gave him a peck before hobbling off to check on your friend only to find that they were nowhere to be seen. You quickly pulled out your phone to yell at them for not sticking around to make sure all the closing tasks were done and for not letting you know they were gonna leave, when you noticed a message from them.

You let out a groan as you dramatically laid your head on the counter.

"Everything ok? Where are they?" Yunho questioned, but you couldn't even respond. You just opened the message and passed him your phone as you lay dying on the counter of embarrassment.

"Guess we've paid them back for that oral audio we got earlier."  Yuno laughed until a thought crossed his mind. "Shit, will your boss see that?!"

"You slowly lifted your head. " I'm not concerned." You deadpanned. "But uggghhhh, they're never gonna let this go." You groaned as you grabbed your coat.

"Whatever, there are worse things, I guess. Let's get out of here." Once again, the wind whipped past you just as the two of you stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Where the hell is my car?!" 

You could see visible panic in his eyes, and you almost panicked too, until you remembered your friend doesn't drive and usually rides with you." Hey, does Seonghwa drive? I bet they took your car."

"Shit, you're probably right. I did give my keys to him earlier because his pockets had zippers."

"Get in." You said, shaking your head at him.

"Believe me, I plan to."  He joked.

The usual 15 minute ride to your place was extended slightly as you took a detour to drop off the pastries at a local shelter's drop box. This gave you time to get to know each other better outside of the commotion of your café.

"So it's just the two of you working at the café?"

"Mmhmmm,Yeah, just us."  You hummed.

"Isn't that stressful?"

"Yes, very, but that's where you come in."  You winked.

Yunho gasped, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. You slapped his thigh as you laughed, and he took the opportunity to grab your hand.

"But seriously, why doesn't the owner hire more help? The place seems busy enough to support it." He spoke softly as he intertwined your fingers.

You let out a sigh. "I've been trying, but I need someone that has experience, and all the people that keep applying seem a bit irresponsible."

"Wait, wait! Are you the owner?"  He said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Well, yes. How else would we get away with the things we've done?" You laughed.

"So the whole time I've been joking about your boss firing you..."

"I've been giggling on the inside every time."

Finally reaching your apartment building, you grabbed Yunho's hand to lead him inside. The walk up to your apartment door was comical, to say the least, as you noticed articles of clothing in front of the neighboring apartment door.

"That looks like Seonghwa's shirt."

"It is. One guess who my neighbor is."  You said as you punched in the code to your apartment. Yunho just simply shook his head, laughing to himself.

The minute the door to your apartment closed behind you, Yunho pinned you against the door and kissed you breathless as he undid the button of his jeans. You eagerly moved his hand away so you could take over, sliding his pants down as you slid to the floor, not even bothering to remove your coat. You palmed him through his underwear while looking up into his eyes. 

"Yes, please." He encouraged as he pushed his bulge harder into your palm.

You  slowly kissed across his pelvis until you finally kissed his hardening dick. You continued to mouth at him as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. You whimpered at the sight before you, nearly drooling at the thought of having him fuck your mouth with his huge dick. Using both hands you stroked him before taking him into your mouth. With every bob of your head you took him deeper, letting the saliva drip from your mouth as you moaned around him.

"Fuck.!" He hissed. "Can I fuck your mouth?" He asked as he pulled you from his dick to look at him. You didn't respond, you just sat back on your heels, opened your mouth, and stared into his eyes.

"Tap my leg if you need a break." He groaned as he slid his dick into your waiting mouth. Slowly he pushed into you, testing how far he could go before you'd gag.  He had nearly pushed completely in when he stopped to be certain you were good. You looked up to him with watery eyes before gripping his hips and pulling him into you, nearly buckling his knees as his balls hit your chin.

"Shit!" He hissed. Using his hand to brace himself against the door he began to thrust into your mouth, picking up the pace when he felt your jaw go slack to give him more access to your throat.

He gripped the back of your head with his other hand and grunted with every thrust down your throat. A symphony of moans filled the air and mixed with the sloppy wet sounds of him pounding into your mouth.

"You're driving me crazy, do you know that?" He paused his thrusts to look down at you with his dick still lodged down your throat. "Fuck!" He groaned as he watched the mascara run down your face and mix with the drool on your chin. "Get up." He commanded as he pulled from your mouth and lifted you to your feet in one motion.

 You inhaled deeply as he wiped the mix of saliva and tears from your face.

"Is something wrong?" You croaked, voice already horse.

He shook his head in response "Bedroom?" He whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck.

You finally removed your coat, letting it fall to the floor before responding.

"Straight back and to the right."

"Afraid of heights?" He asked as he stepped completely out of his clothing that had been pooled around his ankles.

"What?"

Almost immediately you were thrown over his shoulder and carried to your bedroom and tossed onto the bed. From where you laid you could appreciate the full scale of the man in front of you.  You felt your pussy pulse with need as he removed his shirt. You moved to rid yourself of your clothes as well, but stopped when he insisted he be the one to do it. Pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles, he quickly removed your pants followed by your underwear. 

He licked his lips as he gazed at your glistening pussy, dripping wet and ready for him.  You watched in anticipation as he dropped to his knees humming as he began to flick your clit with his thumb. Just as you began to moan his name, there was a loud whimpering sob that caused you both to take pause.

You looked down to see Yunho with the cutest shocked expression on his face.

"What was that?"

"I think you mean who was that." You laughed.

"What are they doing to him?!"

"No clue, but do you think he'd be open to pegging?" You snickered.

Shaking his head while laughing, he hooked his arms under your legs and pulled your ass right to the edge causing you to yelp at the sudden movement. Throwing your legs over his shoulders he dove right in, pushing his tongue inside you as his nose bumped against your clit continuously. You chanted his name with your fingers tangled in the icy blue strands of his hair, rolling your hips against his face. You were always indifferent about oral, you loved to give it, but receiving was never a big priority for you because some guys just couldn't perform in that area, but Yunho was quickly moving it up your favorites list.  Gripping your thighs he pushed your legs further open so he had more room to work. You couldn't imagine it getting any better and then he sucked your clit and plunged two fingers deep inside you, curling them in that way that made you crumble. Your eyes screwed shut as you cried out, cuming all over his face, back arched off the bed and legs shaking.  

You opened your eyes after Yunho let you ride out your orgasm on his tongue to see him watching with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face while you laid on your bed panting heavily.

"Let me know when you're ready for me." He said as he plopped down beside you, wincing when he landed on something beneath the covers on your bed.

"Umm what the hell?"  He questioned as he held up the assaulting object.

You would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the expression on his face.

"Never seen a dildo before?" You questioned. Taking it from his hand, you turned to crawl up the bed to put it in your nightstand.

"It's so... small." He laughed, moving up the bed to climb over you.

"You really get off with that?"  Looking you in the eyes he waited for you to respond. 

"Yes, but feel free to upgrade me anytime." 

With a devious smirk he pulled your shirt off and got rid of your bra before settling between your legs and slapping the head of his dick against your clit.

"Listen to this. You're so fucking wet."

The feeling of him rubbing his dick against your clit sent waves of pleasure through you. Blissfully enjoying the pleasure he was giving you, you were disappointed when he got up abruptly, ending the moment, until he explained why.

"I have to get a condom. I wanted to be patient and make you cum again just from rubbing against you, but I need to fuck you now or I might explode." He said while looking through his wallet frantically.

You watched amused as he checked and rechecked each pocket. You could have easily pointed to the box of condoms on your desk, but you felt teasing him would be better.

"You don't have a condom?!" 

"I could have sworn I did. I'll be back, I'm going to check my coat" 

You took this opportunity to pull out your "small" dildo so he could have a show when he returned.  Opening your legs wide to make sure he'd get a good view, you slowly pushed the toy inside yourself. 

"We have a proble-" his words were cut off at the sight of you fucking yourself with your fake dick moaning his name, begging him to stuff you.

"Behind you, on my desk." You gasped out.

"These were here the whole time? Yet you let me run around in a panic looking for one in my pockets?" He growled as he ripped open the package and rolled the condom down his shaft. 

He looked at you expecting a response but Instead you just pulled the toy from your pussy and called him to you. Tip at your entrance, Yunho took a moment to appreciate the needy expression on your face as you waited for him to enter. 

"Kiss me." 

He wasted no time granting your request as he pushed inside of you. You moaned into the kiss, biting his lip as he continued to stretch you, slowly feeding his dick inch by inch into you. He groaned when he was finally completely sheathed inside you. 

He watched your face, enjoying how blissful you looked as he shallowly thrusted, never pulling out too far, wanting to keep you full.

 Keeping your bodies pressed closely, he began to change his pace, pulling out halfway before pushing deeply back inside.

"Do you want it slow and gentle or hard and fast?" He whispered to you.

"Yes." Was your response.

Looking down at you, he smiled before burying himself deep and grinding his pelvis against you. You appreciated all of his techniques never relying solely on the girth of his dick to satisfy you. 

Your breasts bounced with every deep thrust, hypnotizing him, beckoning him to go faster, harder, to make you scream his name as he split you open. You were shamefully close to orgasm again, and for the first time that night, he was too close to the edge to stop himself from tumbling over.

"You keep squeezing me like that and I might blow a hole through the condom" he grunted as he picked up his pace, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and grip him even tighter.

"Do it, fuck me until you fill it up."

With your words echoing in his ears, he hooked his forearms under your knees and leaned in to peck your lips before pulling out and slamming into you with such force that your mattress shifted up the platform frame. He repeatedly slammed into you until you were screaming his name and clawing at his back. The way his dick reached depths unknown made you lose all your senses. You understood now what it meant to be dickmatized as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you began to babble praises not even sure he could fully comprehend what you were saying. He pulled out only leaving in the tip and when you whimpered at the loss of being full, he stuffed himself completely inside you, filling the condom with his release as you shook, panting, whining, begging him to stay inside as you squeezed him, milking him of every drop he had.

Hissing at the feeling of you pulsing around him he nuzzled his face into your neck as he continued to moan your name in response.

After basking in the aftershock of your orgasms, he rolled over to lay beside you, chest heaving, still trying to catch his breath.

"I owe so much money to Wooyoung and San for this." He laughed.

"That's an odd thing to say after sex." You said as you rolled to your side to look at him. Mimicking your actions, he explained exactly what he meant.

"My roommates cause so much havoc that we have a deal, if any mistake they make has a positive outcome I'll pay them $20 each."

You shook your head as you laughed. "Are you sure you don't live in a frat house?"

Yunho got up from the bed to remove the condom and toss it in the trash beside your desk. Taking a seat in your gaming chair, he cautiously pulled off the condom making sure not to spill its contents all over the place. You continued to ask questions about his roommates as Yunho admired your gaming setup. Too busy talking, you didn't notice he was also glaring at the box of condoms out the corners of his eyes. He knew it shouldn't bother him, but he couldn't help wondering, when did you last had someone over? If they made you cum as hard or as much as he had? Was it serious or just a hookup? Were they stress relief too? He tried to ignore all the questions he had, but he couldn't help but to ask.

"So, um... this box."

"Was a gift from my dearest friend and neighbor." You said before he could finish asking.

Walking over to the box in question you continued to speak.

"They gave it to me as a joke gift. Supposedly if I kept a box of XL condoms in my bedroom, one day maybe a dick big enough to fit them would come my way. Some odd horny version of Cinderella and her glass slipper." You laughed. "Now that I think about it, I guess it worked."

Still seated, he grabbed your waist, guiding you to stand between his legs. You leaned down to kiss him as you sneakily wrapped your hand around his hardening dick to roll another condom on.

"Sit on it." He commanded and you quickly obeyed. Facing him, you climbed into his lap and lined him up with your entrance before sliding down until you could feel him pushing at your cervix. You moaned at the feeling of him pinching your nipples as you sat with him buried inside you. You began to bounce on his lap, stopping to grind on him every so often, leaving a bigger mess where you two connected each time. 

"Were you jealous?" You asked jokingly as you continued to swivel your hips, speeding up your actions as you chased your orgasm, too busy to notice the flush of red in his face after your question.

Grabbing your chin he guided you to look at him. "You think I wouldn't be?"

You slowed to a stop looking him in his eyes as he spoke. "I know we just met yesterday but it's been a while since I've met anyone that piqued my interest like this and never have I met someone that's made me want to clean a café  just to spend time with them. So yes, I  was jealous."

"You're talking like you want to be my boyfriend." You smiled. 

"And you're fucking me like I already am." He said as he stood up, picking you up in the process to position you the way he wanted. 

"Stoplight rules ok? He asked as he stood waiting for your response. 

"Yes" you replied with a sigh, knowing that question meant he wasn't going to be very gentle with you. With your knees in the seat of your gaming chair, face pressed against the back, he fucked you mercilessly, using the wheels of the chair to slam you into each back breaking thrust. Barely able to moan from having the wind knocked out of you with every ram into your pussy, you resulted to whimpers and whines. You knew you'd pay for this cramped position in the morning but that didn't matter right now, right now the only thing that mattered was how good you both felt. 

"I- I'm gonna cum." You choked out as he gripped your hips pulling your ass flush against his pelvis as he headed towards his own release.

"Me too baby. Just a little more."  He requested as he pulled you up so that your back was flush with his chest. The new position gave him the space he needed to reach around to rub your clit with one hand while he shoved the fingers of the other down your throat as he continued to pound up into you.

You greedily sucked his fingers in a desperate attempt to stop from screaming as you felt the warm tingle of your orgasm radiate from your core to every part of your body.  Completely spent you practically went limp in his arms as he delivered one final thrust as he came undone with a loud moan of praises, throbbing inside you, filling the condom.

Scooping you up, Yunho carried you to the bed before going to retrieve a damp towel to clean you up. Once he was satisfied that he had wiped away most of the stickiness from your body, he left to take care of himself. 

Exhausted, you curled up under the blanket and had nearly fallen asleep when you felt him climb into the bed behind you. Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you close and kissed your cheek before falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up feeling slightly sticky and sore, but happy. You moved to get out of the bed but Yunho pulled you back.

"Don't leave."  He whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

"But I need to pee and I want to shower." You whined as you rolled over to face him with a pout on your face.

"OK, ok. So cute." He said, kissing your nose before he let you go. 

You slowly stood on wobbly legs, to make your way to the bathroom when you heard him giggle. 

"It's not funny!" You scowled over your shoulder at him.

"OK, ok. Let me help you." He smiled before hopping out of the bed and carrying you to the bathroom.

"I'll make some coffee and join you." He chirped before leaving you to handle your business. 

The warm water of the shower helped relax most of your sore muscles. You were smiling to yourself as you thought about the previous night's events when you heard the bathroom door open. You watched as Yunho climbed into the shower,  immediately pulling you into his large frame for a kiss before pulling back to look at you seriously.

"About last night, I was talking like I want to be your boyfriend because I do."

"And I fucked you like you already were because you are." 

Yunho smiled at your statement before kissing you again.

"I'd  better go start breakfast before we end up in a slip and fall situation." You said before exiting the shower and wrapping the towel around yourself. 

"I don't have any pants for you to wear, but I do have a shirt and a robe long enough to cover you." You said before leaving to retrieve them.

You had quickly dressed in your lounge clothes and taken Yunho's clothes to the bathroom when you heard a loud knock at the door, followed by the voice of your friend.

You grumbled as you opened the door to see them standing there beaming obnoxiously with a timid demon standing behind them.  

Before you could welcome them in, your friend was already headed to your coffee maker. You looked to Seonghwa, who you thought was too polite to just barge in without permission. "Well, you gonna come in?" You laughed.

"Are you still upset? He asked as he cautiously entered.

You looked at him slightly puzzled. "Upset?" You questioned before you remembered that you had wanted to rip his head off yesterday. Just as you began to laugh, Yunho stepped out of the bathroom a bit surprised to see more than just you in the living room.

"Well clearly she didn't remember because Yunho must have factory reset her brain last night." Laughed your friend as they sat at the table with Seonghwa, questioning what was for breakfast.

NOTE: If you enjoyed this and want to step into the shoes of the bestie, you can read Hoesheez's story here.

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