#It kept appearing in the game... and I want him

[lilspacewolfie]

Amore, amore, amore || Copia x gn!reader

Content: 948 words, NSFW, SMUT, softness, oral (male receiving), lots of tender fluff, playfulness, you're both hopelessly devoted to each other, secret relationship (but not really)🖤 Happy Birthday to my dearest @ghelullu / @delulluart. You're a wonderful person, a beloved friend, and I treasure you so very dearly. You’ve brought so much light and fun (bullying) into my life, more than I will ever be able to thank you for. No words I write will ever be enough to articulate how much you mean to me. May your days be filled with many juicy thighs (Copia’s) and sexy swords for you to wield 🖤

Your relationship with Copia, to most, appears like any normal working relationship. Except for the holding hands part, or the long shared kisses when you just need to taste each other with moments to spare on hectic work days. 

That’s certainly not what ‘just friends’ or work colleagues would do. ‘Just friends’ don’t buy each other rare books or old retro games that have been crammed into someone’s loft for years. Just friends, don’t track down carefully crafted replica Gladius from Satan-knows-where, or book spaces in a museum so you have it all to yourself for hours to admire history preserved behind glass.

No one makes you feel like he does. 

You’re not quite sure why your relationship is a kept secret, yet you can’t help but find it a tad thrilling. There is no need for secrecy in reality; your relationship is happy and healthy, yet Copia never brings it up. Perhaps he just enjoys the same playful thrill. 

His brothers had figured it out rather quickly that Copia was infatuated with you, approving of and even encouraging your little nightly rendezvous while you danced around each other daily, pretending as though you didn’t devour each other hours later. Terzo had even aided one of said nights, setting up a dinner for you both, with the Ghouls acting as waiters dressed in fancy bow-ties and serving you both endless entrees until you were sated. 

Copia is an easy company; easy to talk to and even easier to make laugh. His humour might be strange to most, but it tickles a part of you that creates fireworks every time. When you jest back, you’re rewarded handsomely. You love when his freckled cheeks glow after you make raunchy jokes to tease him just a little—because yes, you can be very serious, thank you very much—or how he fiddles with his gloves when he’s nervous. 

And boy, do you love to see him a little flustered. 

It always happens around you more than anyone. 

He’s a confident man in his own right. You’ve watched him deliver sermons when Papa is busy. You’ve heard him speak with such authority in his voice, with his chin raised and arms spread, that it can’t possibly be the same man who crumbles under your gaze; the one who kisses you so tenderly when you part ways for the day, or the man who pinkens when you call him handsome. 

Even more rewarding is how you can get him to break so quickly with the simplest of actions. 

The memory of crawling beneath his desk that morning still comes slithering back to you during the slow day, when all your work for Papa Secondo is completed. 

Now you wait with baited breath for your Cardinal to fulfil his promise. You still recall the sticky heat beneath his desk and how his voice trembled as he promised to ruin you. 

“A-Amore—”

His gloved fingers had slid into your hair, your palms stilling on his thighs that spread wider beneath your touch. You’d been unable to keep that wicked little grin from splitting your mouth when you’d felt him tense and tremble. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” 

It’d come out raw and soft, sending a tingle down your spine straight into your belly. His cock had been so obvious, straining against an obvious outline, ready and hard for you when your fingers pushed up the cassock to bunch at his waist, and you’d freed him from beneath the zipper of his trousers. 

His cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, hot and heavy on your tongue when you’d take him into your mouth and buried your face against his hairy navel; his salt was favourite taste, only second to his home-cooking. 

And his moans. Oh, his sweet moans were worth the stuffy heat and cramped workspace, as were his desperate whispered ramblings. 

“Just you wait. Amore. Fuck.” He’d rasped. “Ti scoperò così forte che non potrai camminare domani. I’ll make sure of it…”

You’d moaned around his shaft at the promise, pressed your tongue to the underside of his head and coaxed more pre to spill from his slit. 

“Yes. Fuck. Like that. Così buono per me. Cazzo. You a-always know what… your Cardinal needs, sì?”

You do. Of course you do. You love this man. You’d cut out your heart and present it to him on a silver platter if he so desired. You adore everything from his little noises to his laugh; the way he fucks you so hard you might just take a visit to your Dark Lord a little earlier than planned, and how tender he is with your soul. 

That was all worth it, because here you sit at your assistant desk in Secondo’s quiet office, alone and staring at the dark door at the far end of the room. 

Your heart beats high in your chest as you glance at the clock. It’s just past five-thirty. 

Today is your birthday, and Copia is yet to fulfil his promise. 

You wait, anticipating the knock to sound at the door any moment. 

His text from this morning—after you’d kissed him with the taste of him still on your tongue—brightens your phone screen, the precious words you've savoured longingly over and over all day. 

My dearest love, When the moon's glow bathes our home with its radiant light, I will make sure our Lord hears his most precious angel refer to me as their God. Eternally yours, C <3

Just as you’d finished reading again, the brass bell that swings in the bell tower chimes its real resonating call, and those three familiar knocks sound at the office door.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

[touchlinewhore]

can you write someone about kenan being shirtless after the game because he switched shirts and everybody sees the scratches on his back from his girl

Marked Him Up Real Good

Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Reader Content Warning: Post-match thirst, visible scratch marks, teasing teammates, possessive & smug Kenan, implied smut, dominant/submissive tension, mutual obsession Word Count: ~2k

Kenan hadn’t meant to cause a scene.

But the second he peeled off his shirt after the final whistle and handed it to the defender he’d just danced circles around, everything shifted. Cameras didn’t just follow him; they stayed on him. The whole stadium seemed to take a breath as his bare back came into view.

And so did the scratches.

Red, raw, and unforgiving, they curled over his shoulder blades and dragged downward, clear and brazen under the floodlights. Angry, perfect lines left by someone who had no interest in being gentle. Someone who had dug her nails into him as he fucked her slow and deep, like she wanted the whole damn city to know who he belonged to.

The silence didn’t last.

“Yo!” One of the subs called out from the sideline, already grinning. “Someone’s girl got claws.”

Kenan didn’t turn. Just kept jogging down the tunnel, heat still thrumming through his veins from the win, his lips curving into the laziest smirk imaginable.

Another voice, closer. “You sure you don’t need the medical team for that, bro?”

He shrugged as he walked, jacket slung over one shoulder but still not on. Let them look. Let the world see what you did to him. He liked the sting. Liked remembering your thighs locked around his waist, your voice cracking as you pulled him closer and begged him not to stop.

It wasn’t the first time you’d marked him up like that. But it was the first time the cameras caught it.

And he didn’t regret it for a second.

The teasing kept going in the locker room. Players made mock scratching gestures. Staff offered him ointment. Someone even tried to hand him a bandage. Kenan just laughed them off, towel slung low around his hips as he scrolled through the early social media reactions.

Screenshots. Zoom-ins. TikToks with slow-motion replays of the exact moment he turned and the scratches appeared. Thirst tweets and edits that would make your face burn. He found one that captioned the clip with “he’s not single. she owns him.” and saved it to his camera roll.

They weren’t wrong.

He got home past midnight, exhausted but still buzzing, and you were on the couch in one of his oversized hoodies, phone glowing in your hand. The second you saw him, you bit your lip.

You didn’t even say hi.

“They saw,” you whispered, voice small.

He closed the door behind him and locked it. “Everyone.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean to scratch you that bad. I really didn’t.”

“You did.” His voice was amused, low and rough in the best way. “And it was perfect.”

You peeked through your fingers. He was still shirtless, just his jacket hanging open, faint red marks still angry and visible on his back.

Your face flushed. “They’re gonna talk about it all week…”

“I want them to.”

You blinked. “What?”

He crossed the room in two slow steps, kneeling in front of the couch and pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. His hands slipped under the hoodie, warm and heavy on your waist.

“I want them to see what you do to me.”

You couldn’t breathe. His voice was that low, that sure, that possessive. Like he didn’t care about anything else but letting the world know who had their hands on him the night before.

“I saw the tweets,” you said quietly, heart racing. “They’re going feral.”

“Good. Let them wonder what you sound like when you put those marks on me.”

Your whole body lit up.

“I want them to look at me,” he whispered, “and know I belong to someone who ruins me.”

You squirmed against him, and he didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, his mouth brushed your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“You gonna scratch me up again?” he murmured.

You nodded fast, eyes fluttering shut.

“When?”

You swallowed. “Now.”

He picked you up without a word and carried you to the bedroom, hoodie slipping higher with every step. He tossed you gently onto the bed, eyes dark and gleaming.

No lights, just the hallway glow. Just enough to see your flushed cheeks and bare thighs as he stripped off his sweatpants and climbed over you.

Hands up, he ordered softly.

You obeyed.

He peeled the hoodie off you slowly, like unwrapping something he’d been craving for hours. His lips found the bruises he’d left the night before, kissing each one like a thank-you.

He worshipped you for hours.

And you left new scratches. Deeper ones. Ones that would still be visible next week.

The next morning, you sat on the bathroom counter brushing your teeth while he stood shirtless at the sink beside you. Your eyes drifted to his back.

He caught you in the mirror.

Proud of yourself? he asked, smirking.

You pretended to roll your eyes, but you were grinning.

So when he walked into training that afternoon still refusing to wear an undershirt and letting the new marks peek out again, no one was surprised. Not even the cameras.

He knew what he was doing.

And you loved him for it.

[amacaronexpert]

May I request yandere reverse 1999 self aware AU about how reader is married/have a partner?

About umm, 3 characters perhaps?

You can choose what characters to write for!!

Oooo- Creative freedom hehehe ✧ʕ̢̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩·͡˔·ོɁ̡̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩✧

The characters that I shall choose are-

Pioneer, Willow, and Getian (I love these three and I need more content of them-)

Sum: All them reacting to You having a partner/married

Pioneer

Since the day Pioneer truly awakened to see you, he was intrigued, before his obsession with you started with the various products you liked and absolutely wanted.

It was no surprise that he even kept his notes about what items you liked or what characteristics you seem to lean towards in a product, to see what you wanted, what you seem to gravitate to, how you like it, it seemed to be an obsession stemmed from fascination of your spending habits or your enjoyment of a product.

But then he notices the ring on your ring finger that he seemed to pause….. Were you always wearing that ring?…. His fascination turned obsession with you probably accidentally made him not register the ring…

Why was it that he didn’t want to believe in the possibility of you already having someone?

Why did he feel uncomfortable knowing that you are married not to him, but to someone else?

Pioneer is polite, but Pioneer doesn’t take kindly to your S/O, every time if your partner plays in your stead, Pioneer’s damage does little, the game not registering his moves being picked, or even his moxie not being full to use his Ultimate.

Pioneer is more polite in that regard. But he doesn’t like your S/O, he may be cordial in letting your partner choose him, but he will do anything to not let your partner do anything with him. That is how much he is politely telling your S/O to not even choose him anytime soon.

Willow

Willow hates your S/O. Deeply. Her displeasure is shown obviously.

The tenderness is not there for them?! That vulnerability is there only for You

Willow shows her hate for them by outright not letting herself get picked, oftentimes her character card doesn’t show up at all within your roster even if you chose Willow, if your Partner is using your account, Willow will make the ‘internet disconnected’ card appear on screen.

She rather want your partner kicked out of the game than letting their grimy, loathsome, selfish hands get on YOUR account, this is YOUR space, YOUR time spent in there with HER, it was YOUR work and time put into HER, not THEM. You think she hates them? Wait till they go to her voicelines, she doesn’t speak on the vulnerability voicelines, the more aggressive and cold shoulder voicelines are spoken, but with much more icy and that glare she is infamous for.

Her aggression is obvious, so clear cut that your partner is doubting that they should stay playing on your account.

All the while, Willow is glaring at your matching rings, furious at the thought that they had you first than her. Was all that vulnerability and aspirations of wanting you, needing you, to lean on you for comfort, was it all for naught?

No. She is a ‘witch’ after all, maybe she can use her arcane skill to make a rift in your marriage. Not like you would stay forever with them.

Getian

His feathers bristled upon seeing your partner for the first time, like a bird seeing another male in its territory. That instinctual feeling unsettled Getian for a moment, before he isolates himself for a bit, mostly to contemplate why he did that.

Getian, while I do see him as not the type to be very delusional, he may see that instinctive behavior as more confirmation that your partner is an unsuitable partner for you. It’s easy to remember that Getian literally has instincts that are bird like, even if he tries to act more like a human to fit in, he is still a bird being at heart.

Getian’s disdain for your partner is quiet, yet still there, Getian will not speak for your S/O, Getian’s voice is meant for you, and only you, his feathers are kept up for you to express your admiration, Getian is very music and rhythm oriented, so not speaking at all to someone, even someone like him to be so polite as to give a thoughtful excuse to avoid an interaction, Getian doesn’t give anything to your partner, only a silent stare as his wings cover his mouth.

Staring at the circular piece of jewelry around your ring finger, Getian feels discomforted by that, a sort of symbolism of being together? Getian could feel the quiet silence within his mind, more so internally sorrowful about not getting his chance before, Getian would blame himself for being too shy, too naive to think that you would want him as a partner.

Yet there is a bird instinct within him, urging him to be bolder, challenge the marriage, make you see that he is the better partner, a better mate.

His behavior would range from him showing off his superior ability and skills, when you play with him, he has the bigger numbers in damage, making sure to show his wings and show their colors subtly, his voice more clear and confident (as he could muster).

Getian’s efforts of wanting to learn more about humans intensifies, wanting to learn more about human attraction and what he could do in order to show you that he can be a better partner, maybe he can craft a ring of his own? Maybe make a melody dedicated to you? Humans love songs and they do seem transfixed on a better ring.

Either way, Getian would longingly stare, brewing in a quiet and sad envy, blaming himself for his failure of courting you yet ever more determined to prove himself to you as being a suitable mate for you.

And maybe he quietly does a divination with his bones in the hopes of your marriage not lasting long.

[snowfires]

Someone please tank the US dollar so I can get the no hat Ralsei plush for a reasonable price

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[andrewknightley]

you know i still cant believe in dai we have josephine killed one (1) guy and was like "oh i did this wrong thing and it was for this reasons and i this is what i felt about it and this is what i wanted to do to avoid never taking this path again" and then cullen is like "mmm yeah i did distrust mages. and was not a super good person before. not gonna share what i think i did wrong tho. meredith kept people safe"

[yueichihara]

Look, Xavier. You're great! Amazing, really. But I'd prefer if you stopped coming up on my screen and let Zayne or Rafayel take over.

Thank you, sunshine. Have a great day!

[glitchfang]

i like to think that blaze is big’s niece….. its a cliche theory but damn it its cute and it works

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[osachiyo]

“HERE K!TTY-K!TTY—”

synopsis— not so innocent moments with your favorite cat boys <3

warnings— n/sfw content, fem!reader, HORNY cat boys, teasing, bondage, oral (m&f), thigh fucking, kinda feral xavier, collars, body worship, overstimulation, sub!rafayel, pet names & nicknames (master, kitty, cutie etc), praise, a lil degradation, very feral sylus & more! also there may be some grammar mistakes which i apologize for </3

note— my first time writing for these boys, hope I did ‘em justice! ik I’m astronomically late don’t clock me 😞

featuring— zayne, xavier, rafayel & sylus x fem!reader (separate)

✰ now playing — kitty kat by megan the stallion ✰

✦ ZAYNE— feasting on his master

“There, there, kitty,” you smiled at Zayne’s serious expression, waving the cat toy in his face before pulling it away just as he reached for it.

“Feeling playful, are we?” he huffed, his voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement as he lunged to catch the bright, feathered toy again, but your quick reflexes kept it just out of reach. “Oh? Don’t you want to play with your master, cute kitty?” The corners of your mouth curled into a wide smirk as you settled comfortably onto the plush sofa behind you, the soft fabric cradling your form. In your playful distraction, one of your shoes tumbled gracefully to the wooden floor with a soft thud. You glanced up at the towering man, your eyes sparkling with mischief and challenge. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me put it back on?” you teased playfully.

Zayne sighed at your flirtatious little display before kneeling in front of you and picking your shoe up from the carpeted floor. You observed as he gently lifted your foot, his gloved hands gliding down the soft fabric of your stockings while you placed your foot on his thigh. A gasp nearly escaped his pink lips as you ran your foot up and down his clothed thigh, causing him to shiver at your touch.

He let out a soft scoff, a small frown gracing his face as he suddenly seized your foot, halting your playful dance. “Your shoe, master,” Zayne said, his gaze locking onto yours, those long lashes framing his eyes captivatingly with every blink. A thrill ran through you as you leaned in, your cheek resting against your palm, eyes sparkling. You nodded, a playful smile curving your lips, allowing him to slip the shoe back on your foot, your heart pulsing with a mix of anticipation and lust.

You didn't stop him as his hands suddenly traveled further, and further up your smooth legs, up your plump thighs — until they were playing with the hem of your tight little dress, making goosebumps appear on your soft skin. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore this, didn't you, master?” Zayne breathed out, licking his lips as he slowly spread your legs apart, lowly purring at the sight of the little patch of wetness staining your cotton panties.

“Hmm, did I?” A playful grin spread across your face as your hands reached out to gently pet and scratch at his soft, velvety ears. The delightful sensation made him release a soft moan from his slightly parted lips, his fingers instinctively tightening their grip on your thighs, anchoring himself closer to you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” Zayne murmured with a low, teasing tone, his breath warm against your skin. He lowered his face, allowing his cheek to rest on your lap, feeling the warmth radiate from your body. The intoxicating scent of your arousal filled his senses, and he could almost taste it—rich and sweet, making his mouth water with longing.

“Well?”

Your voice, soft yet teasing, drew his gaze upward to meet your captivating face, where a playful glint danced in your eyes. A mischievous smirk graced your lips as you leaned in slightly, the warmth of your presence electrifying the air between you. “Aren’t you going to dig in, kitty?” you purred, each word laced with an inviting promise.

And dig in he did — panties hurriedly being pushed to the side as he buried his face between your plush thighs, tongue circling your clit while two long fingers poked and prodded at your tight hole — eliciting little moans of pleasure from your plump lips. The pretty noises encouraged Zayne to wrap his lips around your little bundle of now nerves and sucking hard — causing one of your hands to tangle itself in his hair and tugging like your life depended on it.

That caused Zayne to groan loudly into your cunt, earning a sharp gasp from you as the sound reverberated through your body — biting down on your bottom lip to keep yourself somewhat grounded as he stuck his tongue in your cute hole; gooey walls clamping down on the muscle as he savored the tang of your sweet slick.

“F-fuuh— tastes s’good, master,” he moaned into your pussy, slurping on your juices as they poured down his chin like honey, successfully coating the lower half of his handsome face in your sticky arousal.

With your legs resting comfortably on his shoulders, you could feel the warmth of his skin against the backs of your thighs. Your shoes lay discarded on the floor, forgotten as your feet swung gently in the air, toes barely brushing against his back. The way he held you created a lovely curve in your spine, pulling you into a graceful arch as Zayne brought you closer to the edge of the sofa — his tongue sloppily fucking into your cunt.

“O-oh god, Zayne—!” you mewled, clenching your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, your legs closing around him — effectively trapping his head between your thighs as you grinded on his face. “Cum. Oh s-shit — cum on my face, master.” You threw your head back as your pussy gushed on Zayne’s eager tongue, while he licked up every single drop of your sweet slick — couldn't let any go to waste.

“Good girl. Now bend over for me, won't you?”

✦ XAVIER— sleepy catboy turns feral?!

You stepped into the shared bedroom, a weary sigh escaping your lips as you brushed off the stray cat fur clinging to your clothes. Another long day at the cat cafe had left you both exhilarated and drained. Your heart swelled with affection for the playful furballs that filled your day with joy, but you couldn’t ignore the toll that wrangling a dozen spirited kitties took on your energy. As you kicked off your shoes, you felt the familiar blend of exhaustion and satisfaction wash over you.

"You're back." A wave of warmth flooded through you at the sound of your boyfriend Xavier's soothing voice, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he enveloped you in his taller, comforting frame. His lips met your forehead in a tender kiss, and he nestled his nose into your hair, inhaling the delicate, fruity aroma of your shampoo. "Missed me too much?" you teased, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around the elegant curve of his neck. In response, he tightened his embrace around your waist, eliciting a contented sigh from you, as your exhaustion melted away in the safety of his hold.

"Mm, you couldn't imagine how much," Xavier purred, pulling away from you before pouting — god, you just wanted to press kisses all over his face. He's too pretty for his own good, you thought as you reached out to pat his head and scratch at his little ears until he caught your hand before you could. "You smell like other cats. I don't like it," he scrunched his nose up in disgust, clearly jealous that you had another cat's scent on you.

You laughed softly, amused at how childish he was being. "I was at a cat cafe the whole day, love. I'd be surprised if I didn't smell like cats," you said, shaking your head in disbelief. You made another attempt to wriggle your hand free from Xavier's firm grasp, but he remained steadfast, his grip unyielding. Just as you were about to plead with him to let go so you could take a refreshing shower, he suddenly broke the silence with a surprising comment.

"I see... I suppose it's only right for me to mark you as my own now," he declared, a determined glint in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on you, his seriousness palpable. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promise. You could only blink in stunned silence, your mind racing to process his intent. Confusion etched itself across your features, and you furrowed your brows in disbelief. "M-mark me...?" you stammered, the words barely escaping your lips as you struggled to comprehend what he meant.

Xavier's lips curled up into a devilish smile, mischief swimming in his soft azure eyes. "Mhm, shouldn't a cat properly mark their property?" He questioned as he pulled you closer — your hands settling on his hard chest, his voice husky and dripping with lust, causing your thighs to clench.

You gasped when Xavier's soft lips found themselves latching onto your earlobe, biting and sucking on the sensitive spot before whispering lowly, "don't you agree, master?"

That's how you ended up in the meanest arch— your knees sinking into the silken sheets as your face was pushed into the fluffy pillows, rendering you a drooling mess beneath the man fucking into your sopping cunt like his life depended on it. "Nngh— Xavier!" You wailed out, fingers entangling themselves in the sheets. Your pretty moans and cries of pleasure did nothing but add fuel to the burning fire of his desires— his eyes almost rolling behind closed lids as he slammed his hips against your ass harder— faster, much too drunk on the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him.

"S-shiit— so fucking pretty, angel—" Xavier's breath came in quick, warm bursts as he panted into your ear, his hard chest flush against your back. Each labored inhale fanned over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a rush of heat across your cheeks. "You're s-so nng—! pretty.." he slurred, one of his hands reaching to grab your hair before pulling your head back and forcing your tear-stained eyes to meet his own drunken ones. Your mushy walls tightened upon looking at his hungry gaze, earning a choked moan from him— god, you could practically see hearts floating in his eyes.

Xavier smashed his lips against yours, teeth clashing against each other’s and his tongue ravishing yours. His hips bucked into your ass at a wild pace and the tip of his cock nudged into your g-spot repeatedly, causing little yelps and moans of his name to fall from your candied lips.

"s'messy, baby fuuck—!" You whined, biting your lower lip as you looked down to see what a mess you both were making, your juices and Xavier's previous loads dripping down from your overstuffed hole to the sheets underneath like a waterfall.

"Haah— clenching s'tight 'round me," Xavier whined pathetically before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder, earning a high pitched squeal from you. You threw your head back as you felt his hand coiling around your tummy to reach down and rub fast circles on your clit— sloppy walls clenching and unclenching around his length, his mouth all but drunkenly slacking open at every clamp of your syrupy pussy.

"'G-god, you're so unngh— fucking b-beautiful," he groaned out, his free reaching upwards to wrap his fingers around your pretty little throat— turning your head towards him to meet his gaze once again.

You feel your swollen folds get even more soaked, if that's even possible, at the utter pussydrunk look on Xavier's usually aloof features. His eyes were almost crazed— feral even, pupils blown out with the desire to breed you and fill you up with his kits overtaking his entire being.

To say you were in big trouble would be an understatement at that point..

✦ RAFAYEL— “stringy” situation?…

The sun flooded through the window, spilling its golden rays throughout the living room. You were lounging on the couch, half-distracted by a book, when you heard the familiar sound of Rafayel's soft purring from the other side of the room. You glanced up just in time to see him—your recently turned cat-boyfriend—pawing at a stray ball of yarn you’d left on the floor earlier.

"Rafayel... no!" you gasped, knowing full well how mischievous he could be when he set his mind on something.

But it was too late. His curiosity got the better of him. Rafayel, with his nimble fingers and feline instincts, quickly batted at the ball, unraveling it further. He gave you a sly glance, as though saying "try me if you dare."

"You better not," you warned further, but it was already too late.

Rafayel was able to deftly maneuver his hand towards the center of the ball of yarn, thanks to a sudden flicking motion of his wrist. He made a strange sound and stopped working when he felt the string rotating around his wrist and then his arm. His cat brain was clearly working hard but didn't seem to realize how much havoc a ball of yarn could cause.

Before you could react, Rafayel tried to pull the ball closer, only to find himself awkwardly yanked forward by the strands now snaking around his legs. With a plop, he tumbled to the floor in an ungraceful heap, his body tangled in a mess of yarn.

You burst out laughing, watching as Rafayel wiggled and squirmed, his tail flicking with irritation. "I didn’t think it would be this bad," he muttered, trying to untangle himself with his free hand, but only managing to knot the string further.

“Need some help?” you asked, trying to stifle your giggles.

“I’m fine,” he replied, a bit too proudly, although he was clearly stuck in a ridiculous position. He tried to stand, but the yarn just seemed to hold him in place, like an invisible web. His attempt only resulted in a slow, comical spin as the yarn tightened around him.

After a few more futile attempts to free himself, Rafayel finally gave up with an exaggerated sigh, slumping onto his back. “Okay, maybe a little help.”

You moved over to him, carefully "undoing" the tangled mess of yarn as he laid back with a contented purr, his eyes half-closed in relaxed defeat. “I really thought I had it under control,” he mumbled, his voice warm with embarrassment but still endearing.

"Wait- wait why are you—!" Rafayel gasped in confusion as you pulled the yarn tighter around him, effectively trapping him in place. "Well, mister kitty cat, I did tell you not to touch the yarn, didn't I?" You questioned, a teasing lilt to your tone.

“So? What’re you planning to do, cutie? Punish me?” Rafayel smirked, raising a brow at you. You only smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Yes. You’re gonna be punished.”

“Bring it on then,” he huffed, cockiness dripping from his tone as he eyed you down, a tent already managing to form in his pants at your intense gaze.

Oh poor thing, he had absolutely no idea what was coming for him.

“O-oh cutie—“ Rafayel’s lewd moans echoed throughout the living room, his abdomen clenching and unclenching with pleasure as you bobbed your head on his pretty cock; the sensitive tip hitting the back of your throat each time. You only hummed, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes, his pre-cum and your saliva running down your chin as your nails gripped onto his thighs.

Rafayel groaned out your name repeatedly, as if it were his prayer — when you were the one worshiping him. Could anyone blame you, though? When he looked so delectable with his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, nose scrunched up in pleasure and eyes shut tight, lashes resting on his cheeks and mouth agape as loud moans left him.

Not to mention the small beads of sweat dripping down his abs— his back arching and hips bucking into your mouth while you suck on his pink tip just the way he likes it, the gags and choked sounds leaving your lips only making him harder— if that were even possible.

You hummed sweetly around his cock, staring up at him through your lashes as you blinked slowly— letting his precum drip down your chin in stringy webs. Rafayel could only whine at the sight, a pout settling on his pink lips as you teased him.

“So close b-baby, don’t— ngh shitshitshit- stop—” he threw his head back with a loud groan as you took him in as deep as you could, shooting his cum down your throat as your nose bushed against that little patch of hair on his pelvis.

You pulled back with a ‘pop!’ before opening your mouth, letting his semen drip down your chin, making a mess on the wooden floorboards below. Rafayel panted, eyes darkening at the lewd scene before him.

“I must say, cutie— that was a reaaal nice show you put on for me,” He drawled, “but—”

Your eyes widened when you heard the loud ‘riiiip’ echoing off the walls — Rafayel’s now free hands reaching down to shove you against the floor,

“Raf—”

He was quick to cut you off, “ah ah ah, darling— you’ve had your little fun, and now I will have mine.”

✦ SYLUS— the collared beast.

You really don’t remember how you ended up in this position— folded up like a lawn chair under sylus’s strong figure, knees touching your ears and thighs flush against your bruised tits. You can hear ringing in your ears, not being able to pick up sylus’s feral groans and growls of your name until a soft slap to your cheek broke you out of your sweet trance. “W-what’s wrong, sweetie? Thought you could handle me?” He purred, fingers tightening around your throat so even if you wanted to answer, you couldn’t. Not that you would be able to anyway, not when Sylus’s fat cock drilled into you so hard, fast and rough— pressing into the rough little patch of your g-spot so deliciously.

You could only babble and cry out broken little moans and sobs— almost making the feline above you feel bad— almost. But it also scratched a deep, dark part of him— something he had been repressing for your sake, but god did it feel amazing— having you split open and dumb on his cock.

The collar around his neck only added more fuel to his burning fire, the pretty leash tangled in your fingers as he demanded you to pull— pull as hard as you could because fuck, nothing could feel better than this, in his mind. Nothing could feel better than him finally letting the beast out— devouring you whole as if you were his prey, not his master. The thought made him rut into your soaked heat even faster— sharp teeth burying themselves in your shoulder as his balls slapped against your ass, the loud “plap plap plap!” noise echoed throughout the room— if anybody was outside they could surely hear you two easily, but that was the least of your worries.

How could you worry about being heard when sharp red eyes glared into your own teary ones— gooey pussy squeezing tight around his shaft as he finally gave you the permission to let go - to cum for him, hard.

“Ohh yes, there she is..” Sylus groaned, a smile gracing his sharp features. “Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” You only hummed in response, seemingly too tired to give him a proper response.

You almost let your eyes fully shut until you heard the soft click of the collar being opened.. but your eyes widened in confusion and dread once he wrapped it around your neck.

“What’s with that look, master? It’s only fair that I have my turn as well, don’t you think?”

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Size difference with Caleb!

Content: Non proof-reader; Established relationship + Size difference (duh) + Tummy bulge (so unrealistic) + Manhandling + Mating press + Overstimulation

Summary: When does Caleb notice just how big he is in contrast with you?

Note: Thank you so so much for the idea!! I hope you like it, dear @dishoneykisses ♡ Sorry if it's a bit short/not what you expected...

Kind reminder that petite body is solely based on the height, plus my sweetie pie Caleb is a strong boy! No need to feel ashamed about your weight with him!

Caleb notices the size difference when...

He's cooking with you by his side. He is too engrossed on having the correct measures for the perfect mix between the spices and the sweetness of the sugar, when he suddenly notices you trying to reach the ceramic plates. You are trying your best to reach them, having to get on your tip toes and stretching your arm as much as possible just so you can get that one plate that you needed. Before you notice, Caleb is already behind you, his hips brushing against your rear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt his warmth behind you. "Be careful pips, surely you don't want them to fall on your head? Next time just let me know so I can help you." Caleb rubs your hair before focusing once again on finishing the recipe.

He's taking care of you during your period. As soon as you told him that your period had started, it took him less than a few hours to suddenly appear in front of your door. His shoulder carrying a huge bag filled with God knows what. After Caleb is done giving you all the treats he had brought, and then letting you choose between more than four different brands of pads and tampons, he finally let you lay on top of him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. It was during this time that he realised just how small you were, with your feet barely reaching somewhere between under his knees and his own feet. He couldn't help but feel a bit tempted to grab you press you against him just because of how cute you were.

He goes to hug you. It is quite often that Caleb ends up rushing towards you, arms extended as he wraps them around you, lifting you up as if it was some kind of corny romance and then giving you a few twirls before carrying you in the bridal style. You hit his chest multiple times, trying to get him to let you down, as all the people were starting to stare at the two of you, but it wasn't as if Caleb really cared, after all, he was far too focused on repeating the scene in his mind, remembering the sweet scent that emanated from you, together with how light you had felt as he lifted you and carried you around. He worked out so much for something, after all!

He's fighting along side you. He isn't all that into letting you fight by his side, this was not a matter of seeing you as weak, of course. It was just that he had grown accustomed to being the one to protect you, so of course he felt uncomfortable with letting you get too close to the Wanderer... So when he suddenly has to rush towards you to cover you from the claw of one of them, as he grabs you and pushes you away from it, he is able to notice just how small you are, with his frame being completely able to cover your smaller one.

He's playing with you. Despite how much time has passed, Caleb still enjoys playing with you, from the board games such as kitty cards, to the claw machine, even the ones that you used to play when you were younger, the ones in which the two of you tried to fight against the other. So when you start to playfully get on top of him and try to push him against the couch, Caleb is debating whether to let you win or to use a bit of his strength to prove who is really in control. And he was about to choose the first option, but when you suddenly start to tease him about you being "way stronger" than him, it takes barely a few seconds for him to have you against the couch, cheeks pressing against it as you kept trying to squirm to get away from his grip around your wrists. "Surely you already know who is really in control, right pips?

He's under you. This was one of the many times in which you tried to make your point, telling him to let you ride him since you had been researching on it. Caleb agreeded, a smirk appearing on his face as he saw your legs starting to tremble as the minutes went by, tears falling down your cheeks as the overstimulation gets a bit too much for you. He knows you're trying your best, cheeks puffed as you kept feeling frustrated from not being able to set a proper rhythm, surely you wanted him to take care of you... right? So he suddenly grabbed your hips, using his evol to lift you with ease , suddenly increasing the gravity and forcing you on his cock, hitting with the tip that spongy spot inside you, forcing lewd moans and pleas as you sinked your nails on his shoulders, trying your best to not let him know just how much pleasure was he making you feel. It is then that Caleb notices something. A strange bulge that keeps moving each time he enters you as you let those indecent mewls while he kissed your glossy lips. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but press it, putting his warm hands on top of it and making some pressure on it, making sure to rise it every time he lets your weight fall on his dick. "Gotta make sure I teach you how to fuck yourself, right? No time to rest, honey..."

He's balls deep inside you. The night had become a blurr the second you had started to drag your hands against his pelvis, always giving him poor excuses about you trying to find the popcorn that was clearly NOT there. You wanted to tease him? Just don't expect him to behave properly. Before you realised it, Caleb was already on top of you, his shirt thrown somewhere as he keeps forcing his cock inside you, fingertips interlocked as he keeps you under him, your back completely pressed against the couch as he keeps plummeting your insides, the wet sound of your poor cunt taking all his length filling the room, mixing with the obscene sounds that were leaving both Caleb's and your lips. "Too much Caleb! Tummy...! You're hitting... somewhere weird!" You try pressing your hands against his hips, giving him those puppy eyes as you try to get him to reduce the depth of his thrusts... Not like it would really work, of course. In fact, your little attempt only made him even harder, making him notice just how small your hands were in contrast with him, who was simply huge, in contrast with you. His weight squeezing you as he kept hitting your g-spot one after the other, making your eyes roll back to your skull each time, even taking advantage of it and staying there for a few seconds, cocky smile on his lips as he saw your flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. His eyes sometimes fixed on the creamy ring that had formed around his cock from all the times you had creamed around his cock... surely he could get to make you orgasm for the eighth time, right?...

Just how was he supposed to restrain himself from taking your petite body and fucking you against the first surface he could get to?!...

[twilightofthesandwiches]

Man, this is such an interesting exchange, cause, like… in most stories, when a character says they'd like things to go on forever, that they want something eternal, they're pretty much setting themselves up for a very rude awakening. You know, nothing lasts forever, sometimes you have to learn how to let go, sometimes you need to move on. I mean, that's one of the core themes of Undertale.

Flowey/Asriel's whole motivation in the Pacifist Route is to make the Game go on forever, to put the ending eternally out of reach, to trap Frisk in an infinite time loop because he just can't move on from Chara's death.

Part of the narrative is that if the Player RESETs a Pacifist Route then they are no better than he was, since now they are also yanking everyone away from their Happy Ending so that we can play with them again, because we can't accept the game has Ended. The Murder Route is less focused on that whole theme but you replay it over and over again Chara will basically call you a weirdo for your obsessive clinginess to this world.

Part of Undertale's themes is the importance of an Ending to a story. A True Pacifist Player's true and final act of selflessness is to let go of their desire have things keep going for forever, to give up on Eternity… for the sake of the happiness of every other character in this world, for the sake of their Happy Ending.

On the other hand, as a Wise Dog once said…

Both Undertale and Deltarune love exploring the ways in which the world of a game is different or similar to the real world, how the perspective of a Player is so different from the perspective of an actual character living in this world and... Real Life doesn't have a clear set ending.

The Player is the only one from whom the story just ended. Everyone else just kept living their stories of friendship together, although they probably never experienced something as high-stakes as the events of 'Undertale' ever again. And... when endings do seem to come, they're not going to be as clear-cut and satisfying and clearly communicated as the Game Ending is to the Player.

…But on the other other hand, it is still true that some things in life do end and we do have to accept that. Like… you know, the most famous Ending in life… is Death.

Gerson hears Susie talk about how she wants things to go on forever, but he already decided he has no interest in Eternity himself. He knows that the Three Heroes are here to seal the Fountains that revived him, he knows that when they succeed he'd go back to being a dust-covered hammer, probably never to be revived again and… he's perfectly at peace with that. He's an old man who died from natural causes, he had a long, full and satisfying life, he already had his ending. What's happening now is some weird glorified epilogue, but he knows it will end soon. And that's fine by him, because the time for his story has ended.

He does have one major regret in life, his failure to properly support his son's writing, and he spends all of the time the Dark has given him to try and make up for it. But it's really just a matter of asking Susie to deliver his message. He doesn't try to maintain or expand the Dark World so he could make up for his mistakes or try to pull Alvin in so he could meet him again or find a way to come back to life in the Light World somehow… I wonder if Someone was expecting him to do something like that and that's why they tried to give him that Shadow Crystal, but we all know that didn't work

In a way… we've already seen Susie's rude awakening for her desire for a 'forever'. She formed such a powerful bond with "the Old Man", she definitely would've wanted their time together to last longer, to last as long as it could, to last forever. But that's not possible.

And even his appearance in the Third Sanctuary was kind of a surprise stroke of luck that shouldn't be taken for granted.

The whole point of the Second Sanctuary is that Susie realized that Gerson was dead in the Light World, and trying to cope with this idea, went straight to a kind of denial.

Well, she can just pop over to the Dark World and, like, ask him what the Door Code is, right? No big deal! I mean, it's not exactly like Susie and Kris were really at a dead-end, there were plenty of areas in the Church they haven't checked thoroughly at all (not just the Fire Extinguisher)…

It wasn't because she HAD to do it for the Door Code, it's because she had to do it to reassure herself that her new friend isn't really gone, that maybe he'll be there waiting for her in his study if she just High-Key Stab Reality and Unleash the Flow of Pure Darkness Energy…

But it wasn't that simple. At best you can say his appearance in the Third Sanctuary means that he can manifest in any Church Dark World created by the Knight… but seeing how Susie's whole goal at the moment is to stop the Knight from making more Dark Fountains, that's not exactly increasing her chances to see the Old Man again.

When they go to seal the Fountain, Susie muses about her 'stupid dream' that things will just… stay the same. That she'll keep having fun Dark World adventures with her friends through eternity. But she knows that although Kris fully understands her, that's not what's going to happen. It's both about how the stakes and seriousness of the story have been so overtly raised for her, the Knight and the Titans aren't just an ominous background detail. She has fought them both. But it's also because she is already experiencing an Ending right now. She knows that when Kris seals this Fountain, she will probably never see Gerson again.

…But despite all of that, I don't think the narrative completely rebuke Susie's desire for Eternity. After all, Gerson heard her say that, fully knowing his own fate, and he mostly seemed intrigued? It doesn't seem to waver his belief that she's the one who should be writing the story, that he could count on her to defy fate in the name of Justice. Y'know, Susie wasn't really thinking of the Inevitability of Death at that moment, she was just thinking that… she would like to keep having fun adventures with her friends in perpetuity. And is that such a bad thing to wish for?

I mean, just because something was a theme in Undertale doesn't mean that Deltarune can't use Susie to drive home the point of 'well, yeah, you're not wrong, but it's a bit more nuanced than that", there's precedence, in fact.

I'm thinking about, like, the Tenna storyline in Chapter 3. That was also about someone who needs to move on, Tenna is clinging to his happier past in unhealthy way and wants the fun of his game show to last forever. He also wanted his own version of Eternity. But the game still draws a contrast between Ralsei, who just tells him to remember the happy times and accept that everything ends, including his use

And Susie, who is the one who rejects this mindset. Her solution still has some level of moving on and accepting that the Dreemurr-Holiday Family Unit has ended, but that doesn't mean he's just got to lay down and accept that his whole life is over. She comes up with a plan that ensures the continuation of his life and his dreams. It's an Ending of sorts, but an Ending that has a continuation attached to it. And it came specifically from Susie's distaste for endings, from her aggressive rejection of going gently into that good night.

There are certain things, certain endings, we all have to accept, but there is also so much that is worth rebelling against, that is worth fighting for. Susie's desire for an 'Eternity' might be a bit oversimplistic, but it is also the source of her rebellious spirit, out-of-the-box-thinking and the shining hope that Gerson sees in her. So I don't think the story will dismiss it outright, we really just have to wait and see just how much of that 'Eternity' Susie will manage to keep...

[aamircoeur]

shut him up! — nam-gyu, squid game.

wherein sub!nam-gyu secretly craves punishment and waits for his girlfriend to take the bait. cws: nsfuu, misogynistic undertones (jerk nam-gyu 🙄), handjob (male receiving), public sex, femdom, begging&humiliation knk, overstimulation, implied relationship, use of doll, noona, & bitch. proceed with warning! a/n: sooooo much love for subgyu 😋

"the little bitch should've died on the first goddamn game!" your boyfriend continued his loud rant to your group about a fellow survivor of the games. "i swear, her teeny, tiny voice irks the fuck out of me."

you rolled your eyes before turning away and taking a bite of the rice provided by the guards. thanos laughed and added his own thoughts on the female survivors, making gyeong-su laugh and minsu shift from his seat uncomfortably.

nam-gyu faked a laugh as he glanced at your unbothered expression, watching you eat silently with se-mi. his smile dropped as he licked his teeth at the disappointment of not catching your attention. "yeah, yeah, an' you remember the group of girls that got fuckin' killed? can't believe they didn't think of having a man in their group. just stupid of them, really," he added, laughing in between his words.

your chews were hard as you pretended not to listen in on their conversation. it was obvious to you that nam-gyu just wanted to piss you off after you told him off to leave player 222 alone from his judging whispers. you knew that he was just an observant person as is, but the problem was how badly he couldn't mind his own fucking business, even from when the two of you were outside the games.

"if it were up to me, i'd kill her myself—"

"nam-gyu." your head was now turned to face him, voice low and harsh at the call of his name. "shut up."

he held a breath at your sudden snap as he felt warmth blooming from his chest upon hearing his name fall from your lips. your furrowed eyebrows and sharp, glaring eyes were so attractive, and your frowning lips were so, so pretty. you were finally talking to him!

nam-gyu then grinned widely, letting his head tilt to the right. "what for, doll?" he asked, the inner of his eyebrows raised to taunt you further. "those little bitches were fucking worthless, you know."

you grit your teeth and stood up, others in your group watching as you placed your food down, mumbling something to se-mi about watching over it before heading to your bunk at the very corner of the room without a word. nam-gyu let out a loud laugh mixed with excitement and nervousness as he stood and rushed after you, his words continuing to piss you off.

"what, you mad? you're mad over some bitch?" nam-gyu continued from behind you, hands in his pockets with his lips tugged to the side in a smirk.

upon reaching your bunk, you turned to face him so suddenly that his taller figure almost bumped into you, his face appearing surprised for a second. "you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?"

nam-gyu gave you a sly grin, the apples of his cheeks nearly closing his eyes as his shoulders shook up teasingly. "what're you gonna do about it, doll? can't shut me up, can you? 'cus you know that bitch—"

"sit." your head turned to point at the bed, making nam-gyu look down at you in amusement.

with a fake offended scoff, he pulled his hands from his pockets and sat at the edge of the bed. "what now, boss?" asked him.

"lie down."

nam-gyu bit his bottom lip in excitement as he followed your order, eyes wide and shiny as he used his elbows to move himself to lie down on the pillow of your bunk. "mmh, you gonna let me fuck you, noona?"

you moved to straddle his hips, his hands immediately reaching for yours. you held his face with one hand and gripped on it, angry eyes looking down on his love-drunk ones. "no touching," you said. nam-gyu nodded and clenched his hands into fists as he kept them still against his sides, awaiting for your next move.

"ah, ahn! doll, w-wait," whined nam-gyu, glossed eyes looking up at you as your fist clenched and moved skillfully on his cock underneath his drawls.

"do your worst," he smirked.

you were on your side, back facing the open space to hide his blushed, shaking figure as you used your hand to jerk him off. the lights were now off with only the golden light emitted from the hanging piggy bank as the light source. the other players now kept to themselves and indulged in slumber to prepare for tomorrow's game, while you listened in on your boyfriend's heavy breaths and the wet squelches of skin.

your hand was sticky from the spit, sweat, and cum from his previous orgasms. it was an honest surprise to see him hard despite cumming twice. his cock twitched as you squeezed ever so slightly, a moan leaving your boyfriend's mouth.

"noona," he whispered, his face scrunched up in pleasure as his hands gripped on the white sheets underneath you, still forbidding him from holding you. "noona, noona, please," he whimpered.

your eyebrow raised in satisfaction as you hummed at him in response. "what is it, nam-su?" you asked teasingly.

"g-gyu!" he corrected you, a gasp leaving him so suddenly as you pressed your thumb on the bulbous head of his cock. "nam-gyu, it's nam-gyu, noona," he added, eyes low as he looked at your hand going up and down from his shaft, another moan bubbling from his chest.

"nam-gyu." you whispered to his ear, pretending to use his correction into use.

"yes, yes," he nodded slightly at your call. "yes?"

"what do you want, nam-gyu?" you asked again, closing your fist on his tip, earning yet another whine from him.

"s-stop," he stuttered, teeth biting down to his bottom lip, nearly enough to bleed. "please, noona, it's too much."

you smirked, staring into his blown-out pupils that gave you a pleading look through his eyelashes. "do you think you deserve it?" you asked, hands moving to squeeze on his balls before going up to his dick again.

"yes," he breathed out, whether from agreement or pleasure, you didn't know. nam-gyu's hand moved up shakily to reach for your moving wrist, before slamming down on the mattress with a soft thud.

"really?" you said, tucking your head in the nape of his sweaty neck that had stray hair stuck to it and giving it a small kiss. nam-gyu closed his eyes in pleasure, feeling his climax nearing. "you think little bitches who hate on women deserve to get what they want?" you mocked, your tongue moving from his collarbone to his jaw.

"sorry," nam-gyu whimpered, voice barely above a whisper.

you loosened your grip, making his eyes open. "what was that?" you asked, hand slowly pulling away from his green pants.

"no, no! noona, no, please," nam-gyu pleaded, his huge hand gripping on your wrist to stop it from leaving his crotch.

"i thought you wanted me to stop, nam-gyu?"

"no, i'm sorry, please," he said. "i'm sorry f-for everything i said. i won't do it again, please," he added.

you bit your lip to hold back a smile, pressing your chest against his. nam-gyu gulped and held your wrist tighter, the cold feeling of his silver ring digging into your skin. "i'm so sorry noona, please forgive me? please, doll," he continued. "noona, i'm sorry."

nam-gyu started pulling your wrist slowly to where he wanted you, eyes looking up at you pathetically. "please, just—one last, one more, noona, i'll be good."

ignoring his pleas, you pulled your wrist, only to be stopped again by his hand. "noona," he whined, breathless. you pulled harder, hand slithering from his grip making him grumble in disappointment. "noona, i'm sorry, please."

you continued to ignore him, placing your hand just above his crotch before licking up at his neck, tasting his formed sweat. "fuck, come on, already," he whined.

"bitches don't get what they want, nam-su."

"gyu—!" he whimpered, feeling a deep weight in his chest upon not getting what he desperately needs. "i-i'm," he gulped. "i'm sorry, i'm really, so sorry," he pleaded, hips bucking up to feel any kind of friction.

you grazed your teeth over his soft skin, making him shudder. "so sorry, noona. please forgive me, i'm sorry," he continued, breathing through his nostrils harshly to release frustration. "noona, please touch me, i'm fucking sorry."

without a warning, you pressed down his lower stomach and dug your teeth into his neck, sure to form marks. nam-gyu moaned, his hand slapping against his mouth immediately to muffle himself. "noona," he groaned, eyes glossing over the pain and pleasure. "i'm sorry, your bitch is sorry," nam-gyu rambled, heavy breaths released in between every word.

you chuckled lowly and raised your head to meet his eyes. "you're really sorry, huh?" you teased.

nam-gyu nodded frantically, tears threatening to fall from his half-lidded eyes. "yes, yes, i am. i'm a bitch, i'm sorry. sorry, noona." licking your lips, you let your hand slide under his boxers to give feather-light touches on his twitching dick. "yes, that's it, i'm really fucking sorry."

"you're a little bitch," you mumbled into his ear, then moved your head to give his sweaty temples a kiss. "you got it?"

"yes." nam-gyu answered then gulped once more, smiling at the feeling of pleasure that he's been begging for. "i am, 'm yours," he added.

you quickened your pace, the mixed fluids acting as the perfect lube for you to do so. nam-gyu mewled at the simultaneous attention to his cock and balls, drool trailing down a corner of his mouth. "noona," he moaned, hand holding on to your arms as they moved. "you're so good, noona."

you hummed at his praise, eyebrows furrowing to focus on making him finish. his cock twitched more frequently, his precum nearly coating your entire hand. "so good!" nam-gyu exclaimed, eyes wide and teary as they darted from your hand on his cock and your eyes. "you're so, ah, pretty, noona, i'm gonna cum," he whimpers.

"already?" you tilted your head, resting it against his side as you listened to his every shaky breath.

"yes, you're so pretty. make me cum, noona," his voice lowered. "please, please, please," he begged. "can i cum?"

you pressed a kiss on his cheek before smiling at him. "cum for me, nam-gyu."

nam-gyu let out a moan, hips thrusting up to meet your quick strokes. "yes—yes, i'm gonna—" he stumbled over his words, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. "'m cumming, noona!" he mewled. you squeezed your hand under the head of his cock as his cock released ropes of cum, landing on his pants and stomach, challenging the length of the happy trail leading up his belly button.

strained noises fell from his lips, his eyes stilling at the top of his head as he breathed heavily. the last of his cum fell on your hand, your last strokes post orgasm making his breath shudder.

you gave him a moment to breathe, kissing his cheek and temple in silence before bringing your hand to your mouth to taste him. nam-gyu opened his eyes to look at you, his fucked-out face grinning at the sight. "you're fucking amazing."

[greengoblinswifey]

Beneath Chaos II—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— as the two of you become more intimate, you uncover Young-il is not who he claims to be. He’s revealed to be the Hwang In-ho, the mastermind behind the entire game. As he manipulates you with his affections, you begin to question everything you thought you knew about him with the line between love and manipulation becoming increasingly blurred

warnings— age gap(reader is in her 20s, he’s in his late 40s) the usual squid games violence mentions, manipulation and deceit, fingering, choking, nipple play, oral(f!receiving), praise kink, body worship, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— requests are open but i take a while to get to them, patience <3 like and reblog <3

Part I

It was a war zone. Screams and shouts echoed through the space as players turned on each other, desperation driving them to violence. You’d managed to stay out of it for the most part, keeping close to the quieter players, but tonight, the group had decided it was time to go after the organizers of the game.

“Stick with me,” Young-il, the player who had stuck by your side since the start, urged.

You nodded, clutching your arm. “Where are we going?”

He tightened his grip on your wrist. “Trust me. I’ll get you out of here.”

The two of you weaved through the chaos, narrowly dodging bullets as guards closed in. One of them lunged at you after having their gun taken, and before you could react, Young-il used a gun to shoot them.

“Keep moving,” he barked, his voice unusually firm.

As the two of you made your way through what you called a maze, a steel door loomed and you couldn’t help but notice how methodical Young-il was. He fought with precision, taking down and guards and helping the group as you pressed forward.

“In here!” he said, dragging you through a hidden corridor behind the door.

Your heart pounded as the sounds of chaos grew fainter. “Where are we going? How do you know about this place?”

He didn’t answer, his jaw clenched as he led you through the dimly lit hallway. When two guards appeared, you froze, expecting them to attack, but Young-il stepped forward, raising his hands.

“It’s me,” he said coolly.

To your shock, they stepped aside, lowering their weapons.

“What the hell?” you whispered, staring at him in disbelief.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I’ll explain everything. Just stay with me.”

You followed him through the hallway, each step filling you with dread. At the end of the corridor, he pushed open a heavy door, revealing a sleek, high-tech room filled with monitors.

You froze in the doorway. The screens displayed every corner of the facility, the dormitory, the games, the guards. It was the command center.

“What is this?” you demanded, turning to him.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached to a table and picked up a black mask that had been hidden.

“You’re the organizer of the games?” you whispered, recognizing that he was what they were after.

“I wanted to tell you,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “But I couldn’t. Not yet.”

“You’re the Front Man?” Your voice trembled as the realization hit you like a freight train. “You’ve been running this whole thing?”

“It’s not that simple,” he said, his tone laced with guilt. “I didn’t want you here. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped back. “You lied to me. All this time, I thought—I thought you were one of us. I slept with you!”

“I did what I had to do to protect you and—forget that,” he said, taking your hand firmly.

You pulled your hand away, anger bubbling to the surface. “And this is your idea of protection? Letting people die?”

“I’ve kept you alive, haven’t I?” His voice softened, and for a moment, you saw the man you thought you knew. “I brought you here because it’s the only safe place left. Please, just trust me.”

The heavy doors to his quarters slid open, and he guided you inside with a hand on your back. The room was cold and sterile, lined with screens showing every corner of the games. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine as you realized how removed this place was from the chaos you’d just escaped.

He stood by the console, running a hand through his damp hair as his chest rose and fell with controlled breaths. He was fighting to keep his expression neutral, but you noticed the faintest flicker of something else, a strain, like he was holding back.

“I need to explain,” he said, his tone carefully measured.

You crossed your arms, your voice trembling. “Explain what? That you lied to everyone? To me?”

He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he walked closer. “I had no choice. My name isn’t Young-il. It’s Hwang In-ho. I entered the game for a reason, to infiltrate and dismantle this from the inside.”

There it was again—that careful modulation of his voice, as if he was reading from a script. But the way he avoided your eyes gave him away.

The real truth you were unaware of was that he didn’t care about dismantling anything. The truth was, the deaths, the violence, it didn’t matter to him. The only thing he cared about was you. His sweet, pretty little thing.

“What about our friends?” you asked, cutting through the silence. Your voice cracked as you thought of the people you’d fought beside. “What happened to them?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t worry about them,” he said coldly. “It’s just me and you now.”

“Don’t worry?” you repeated, your voice rising. “They were our allies, our—”

“They don’t matter,” he interrupted, his tone hard. “You matter. I’ve done everything to protect you. Every choice I’ve made, every lie—it was all for you.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to believe the man in front of you. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over your arm. “I know it’s hard to trust me right now. But you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

You shook your head, your mind racing. “I don’t even know who you are right now.”

“You’ll see,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your knuckles as he took your hand. “You’ll see that everything I’ve done has been for you.”

He straightened, his voice firm again. “You can get cleaned up. There are clothes for you in the bathroom.”

You walked into the sleek bathroom, its stark white tiles almost blinding under the fluorescent lights. A stack of fresh clothes sat neatly on the counter, along with a towel. The sound of water running filled the room as you stepped under the stream, letting the heat wash away the violence of the night.

You hadn’t heard him enter until you felt his hands on your waist. “In-ho?” you gasped, turning to see him standing behind you, naked, water dripping down his hair.

“I told you,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

Before you could respond, his hand tilted your chin upward, and his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, his fingers tangling in your wet hair as he deepened it. You felt his other hand slide to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space between you.

“Is this your way of making me trust you?” you whispered against his lips, your breath hitching.

He chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Maybe.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “Or maybe I just can’t stay away from you.”

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in it, the warmth of his lips, the weight of his arms on your naked body. But in the back of your mind, the doubts lingered, like a dark cloud that wouldn’t leave. As his lips trailed down your neck, you fought to push the thoughts away, telling yourself you could question him later. You really wanted to argue, to pull away, but the warmth of his hands against your wet skin, the way his breath fanned across your neck, made your protests dissolve before they even formed.

“I can feel how tense you are,” he continued, his fingers tracing slow circles along your hip. “Let me take care of you. You don’t have to do anything.”

You swallowed hard, the heat from the water mixing with the heat of his touch. “I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Yes, you do,” he countered softly, his lips skimming your jaw. “You know I’ll make you feel good. I always do.”

His hand moved lower, his fingers slipping along your thigh and feeling a slick wetness completely different from the water, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through you. “See?” he said. “Your body knows. It always knows.”

His fingers teased higher, the pads of his fingertips grazing your clit with a deliberate slowness that made your breath hitch. You leaned against the tiled wall for support, your knees threatening to give out. Pleasure ran through your body and you opened your eyes to stare into his dark ones as they locked on you. They broke away from you, looking down at your breasts that were cascaded in warm water before leaning down and swirling his tongue over them, his fingers still rubbing your clit.

Soft whimpers left your lips even though you tried your hardest to suppress them. You bit your tongue as he took your nipple between his teeth and bit down gently, a finger now slipping inside your wet pussy.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet praise. “So beautiful. So perfect for me. Your body is a masterpiece.”

Your head tipped back, water running down your face as his fingers found your sweet spot, the pressure just enough to make you gasp. “In-ho,” you breathed, your voice trembling with equal parts of protest and need.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his free hand moving to cradle your face, tilting it toward him. “I won’t let you fall. Just trust me.”

He moved his hand back down to your breast, kneading it as you involuntarily arched into his touch. A small smirk played on his lips and he leaned down, placing a kiss on yours. Another finger found its way inside your pussy, as his thumb skillfully rubbed your clit, increasing your pleasure. His fingers curled, and he used his free fingers to gently pinch and pull on your nipples as you tried to stop the soft moans from leaving your lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, his touch unrelenting, and the praise spilling from his lips only heightened it. “That’s it my good little girl,” he coaxed, his lips brushing against yours before capturing them fully, swallowing the sounds that escaped you.

His kiss was possessive, almost desperate, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hearing you but him. His fingers thrusted faster inside you with an expert rhythm, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and intoxicating. “So perfect, every part of you. All mine.”

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as an orgasm built inside you. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Let me see you cum, just for me.”

His fingers went faster and your body gave in, the release was swift and all consuming, leaving you trembling and moaning his name in his arms. He held you close, his hands steadying you as your breathing slowed.

“See how good that felt?” In-ho murmured, his lips curving into a small smile. “It can get even better.”

A flicker of shame passed through you, how could you let him do this, knowing what was happening just outside these quarters? The chaos, the danger, the people you had left behind. But the moment his hands trailed down your waist, firm and grounding, the doubt began to dissolve.

“In-ho,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, shaky and soft.

“I know angel,” he said gently, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. “But don’t think about anything else right now. It’s just you and me here. No one else matters.”

Before you could reply, he dropped to his knees. The sight of him kneeling before you, his dark hair dripping with water, made your breath catch.

His hands found your thighs, spreading them slightly as his lips pressed kisses on your pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Let me show you.”

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands as his lips engulfed your throbbing clit. He worked with slow, deliberate care, his mouth trailing heat over your pussy.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses, his breath warm against you. “So good for me. You always are.”

His tongue flicked over your clit fast, better than your fingers or anyone else could ever feel on you. He licked from your entrance back up to your clit, swirling his tongue and suckling like a starved man.

Your grip in his hair tightened as a low sound escaped you, and he let out a quiet chuckle, clearly pleased with your reaction. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

For a moment, all thoughts of the world outside were forgotten. The only thing that existed was the feel of his lips and the steady stream of praise falling from them.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice reverent yet commanding. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

He ate you out like he had something to prove. Like he was showing you that no one else could care for you so much that it reflected in how they pleasured you. His tongue slipped inside your pussy, thrusting gently as you shivered and let out soft whimpers that made his dick hard. All that clouded your mind now was his tongue, exploring every inch of your needy, quivering pussy, licking up and down and slurping on your clit.

Your grip in his hair tightened again as your breaths turned shallow, your body trembling under his touch. He moved with such precision, as though he knew exactly what your pussy ached for. The sound of the water cascading around you only heightened your senses, every touch, every flicker of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, rumbling praise that sent a shiver up your spine. “Just cum for me. Be good for me.”

Your fingers clenched in his wet hair, and your body obeyed, your orgasm spilling over as the pleasure became too much to contain and you squirted in his mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your clit one last time before he stood, his hands trailing up your sides to pull you against him. You could feel the strength of him, solid, grounding you as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands sliding down to your hips. “See how good I can make you feel?” he murmured against your lips.

Before you could respond, he turned you gently, guiding your hands to brace against the tile as the warmth of the water poured over you. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, trailing kisses along your neck as his hands explored your wet, naked body.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet reverence. “I won’t stay away from you, you know that?”

As his hands gently groped your ass, you could feel his hard cock pressing against you. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, his words soft but full of lust. “I need to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Please- please do,” you whimpered.

You could feel the way he was responding to you, his cock against your ass telling you everything you needed to know. Your pulse raced as you gave in to the moment, not wanting to fight the pull between you. You both let out low moans as he entered your tight pussy from behind, halting for a second to give you time to adjust to his sheer size. He was so thick, stretching and filling you in ways you knew no one else could.

He began steadily rutting into you, the sound of skin slapping amplified by the water making him chuckle lightly. His lips pressed against your neck as your pussy gripped his cock like it never wanted to let him go.

His voice was a little hoarse as he whispered, “You feel so fucking good.”

His hands shifted, one sliding around your neck, the pressure just enough to make you gasp. You leaned into it, feeling the pleasure rise inside you. With every thrust, he took his time, drawing out each moan, each squelch of your pussy that sent your heart racing.

He looked down at your ass bouncing against him, and you swore his cock throbbed inside you. With his hand still around your neck, the other reached in front, rubbing rough circles on your clit as his cock hit your g spot repeatedly.

“Relax,” he whispered softly. “I’ve got you. Cum on my cock.”

His words, his touch, it was all part of this undeniable force pulling you closer, and you gave in, your pussy soaking his cock buried inside you, surrendering to the moment, feeling more alive than you’d ever thought possible these last few days.

After drying off, the steam from the shower clung to your skin. The mirror fogged up just a bit from the warmth, but it only added to the intimacy of the moment. His hands gently cupped your waist as he stood close behind you. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his gaze intense as he met your eyes through the glass.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his breath warm on the back of your neck. His hands traced your sides slowly, memorizing every curve, every inch of you. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to protect you.”

The words made your chest tighten, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You’d never felt so seen, so cared for, as if everything about you mattered to him. He continued, his voice low, full of reverence, “You’re my priority. I would do anything for you. No one else matters but you.”

He stared at you in the mirror as his hard length entered you again. He moaned into your ear, the deep sound going to your pussy and making it throb as he began fucking you again. Your mouth fell open, the intimacy of the moment sending ripples of need through you. His large hands cupped your breasts, groping and tweaking your nipples as you met the roll of his hips, fucking him back as he pounded your pussy.

The mirror reflected the way his eyes softened as they traced your brown skin, his admiration for you evident in the way he held you. He kissed your shoulder, your neck and then your temple, the feel of his lips on you making you shiver.

“No one else matters. They don’t fucking matter, only my pretty little angel,” he murmured

With every thrust, he showed you just how much you meant to him, his actions speaking louder than words ever could. You could feel the care, the devotion, and the unwavering desire to be close to you, to cherish you in some lowkey sick and twisted way. It was a rare and overwhelming feeling, one that made your heart race and your pulse quicken.

“Every.part.of.you,” he murmured, thrusting with word, his lips brushing against your ear, “is.perfect.to.me.”

You couldn’t hold on much longer. He was right at the edge waiting too. Your hand reached behind him, bringing his head down to suck on your neck, his eyes still locked onto yours in the mirror as you squirted on his cock. Your pussy drenched him, your juices trailing down your thighs and his as you convulsed with him still inside you.

“That’s my good girl, fuck, I’m gonna cum too, deep inside this tight pussy. Take it for me sweetheart,” he groaned.

He let out a deep, guttural moan and you hummed in content, feeling his hot load fill you to the brim.

As your highs passed, you could feel the air between you slowly easing. His lips brushed against your temple, soft and tender, grounding you. His voice was gentle but firm, “I’m here. It’s just us now. That’s all that matters.”

His words were soothing you in a way that only he could. With delicate care, he cleaned you up, his touch surprisingly gentle despite everything that had just happened. Then, he led you to the bed, helping you lie down as he dressed you slowly, making sure you were comfortable.

“You’ll get all the answers you need,” he said quietly, his hand brushing a strand of your curls away from your face, “in due time. Just trust me. Be patient.”

You let out a soft breath, not fully understanding everything, but something in his words made you want to believe him. Trust. What a word. It was so simple yet so heavy. Could you really place it in his hands, when everything else felt so uncertain?

You looked up at him. “Trust,” you echoed, “you’re really good at making that sound easy.”

He returned your smile, though it was tinged with something darker, something unreadable. “I don’t need you to trust me now. Just know I’ll never let you go.”

[magical-reid]

Yours, Whether You Know it or Not

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Setting: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Timeline

Word Count: 1K

Summary: You’ve been running missions with Sam and Bucky for a while now, and everything was fine—until John Walker started showing up and taking an interest in you. Bucky isn’t having it. Not because he’s jealous. Definitely not because he’s jealous. He just doesn’t trust Walker. Right?

Unwanted Attention

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking, but you knew Bucky was beside you—silent, brooding, and absolutely vibrating with tension.

Again.

It had started a week ago. After the whole Flag Smashers fiasco in Munich, John Walker and his annoying sidekick, Lemar, had started appearing more often. They were always just there, cocky and insufferable, flashing that stolen shield like they had any right to it. But that wasn’t what had been bothering Bucky the most.

It was Walker’s interest in you.

Ever since you’d first been introduced, Walker had made it painfully obvious that he found you attractive. The first time, it was a comment—something about how you were “too pretty to be running around with these two grumps.” You’d rolled your eyes, but Sam had snickered, and Bucky had muttered something under his breath that you hadn’t quite caught.

Then, it became touches—a hand on your lower back, a brush of fingers against yours when he handed you something, a lingering grip on your wrist after a mission. It was all casual enough that you couldn’t really call him out on it, but you weren’t an idiot. Walker was testing boundaries. And every time, Bucky got pissed.

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At first, you thought it was just his general hatred for Walker. But then you noticed other things.

Bucky started standing closer. His arm would “accidentally” brush against yours when you were walking. He’d place a firm hand on your back before Walker could, guiding you away without a word. And, most notably, whenever Walker so much as looked at you, Bucky’s jaw would tighten, his fists clenching like he was barely keeping himself from decking the guy.

Which led to this moment right now.

You, Bucky, and Sam were walking back to the safe house after a tense meeting with Walker and Lemar—one in which Walker had, yet again, spent way too much time trying to get your attention.

“You don’t have to act like I’m gonna drop dead if he talks to me, you know,” you said finally, breaking the silence.

Bucky didn’t look at you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on.” You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Every time Walker so much as breathes in my direction, you look like you’re about to rip his throat out.”

Bucky scoffed, looking away. “I just don’t trust him.”

Sam, who had been trailing a few steps behind, smirked. “Right. That’s what this is about.”

Bucky shot him a glare, but Sam just shrugged.

“Man, you’re jealous,” Sam said. “It’s written all over your grumpy little face.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re so jealous.”

“I—” Bucky cut himself off, taking a deep breath like he was trying to calm himself. “He’s an asshole.”

“No arguments there,” you said. “But if you don’t like him flirting with me, there’s a pretty easy solution, Barnes.”

Bucky’s eyes flicked to yours. “Yeah?”

You smiled innocently. “You could just tell me why it really bothers you.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, blue eyes dark and unreadable. Then, with a sharp shake of his head, he muttered, “Let’s go,” and kept walking.

Sam sighed. “Man, you are hopeless.”

You didn’t disagree.

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A Game of Possession

The next time you saw Walker, things escalated.

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission—stakeout, gather intel, get out. But, as always, Walker found a way to insert himself where he wasn’t wanted.

“You know,” Walker said, sidling up beside you, “we’d work a lot better together if you ditched these two and joined Lemar and me.”

Bucky, who was standing just a few feet away, tensed immediately.

You sighed. “Not interested.”

“Come on,” Walker pressed, flashing that annoyingly charming smile. “I’d take good care of you.”

Before you could retort, a heavy, warm weight settled around your waist.

Bucky.

His metal arm wrapped around you in an unmistakably possessive gesture, tugging you snugly against his side. His fingers splayed against your hip, and when he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous.

“She’s already taken care of.”

The air went thick with tension. Walker’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged. “By who?”

Bucky’s grip tightened. “Me.”

Your heart stopped.

Walker raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Didn’t peg you for the type to settle down, Barnes.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Maybe you don’t know as much as you think you do.”

Walker let his gaze linger on you for a beat too long before smirking. “Alright, alright. No need to get your vibranium arm in a twist.”

And with that, he strolled off.

Bucky didn’t move. Neither did you.

Finally, you found your voice. “So. That was… something.”

Bucky let out a breath through his nose. Slowly, his hand eased away, though his fingers brushed lightly against your side before leaving entirely. “Sorry.”

You turned to look at him. “Are you?”

He hesitated. Then, in a rare moment of honesty, he admitted, “No.”

You bit your lip, heartbeat unsteady. “So… am I actually taken?”

Bucky exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “Do you want to be?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you stepped forward, closing the space he’d left between you.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you murmured.

Bucky swallowed hard. His eyes flickered to your lips. His fingers twitched at his side like he wanted to touch you again.

Before either of you could do anything about it, Sam’s voice rang out from across the way.

“Hey, lovebirds! We’ve got work to do!”

You pulled back, trying not to grin. Bucky just sighed.

“This is your fault,” he muttered.

You smirked. “If you say so, boyfriend.”

Bucky groaned, but the tips of his ears burned red. And you had a feeling that, jealous or not, he wasn’t going to let the title go.

Not anymore.

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

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