#competitive Golden Retriever

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@lovepoemsforjaehyun

countdown to jaehyun’s birthday: D-3 — competitive jaehyun 😁

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God, not even halfway done- I thought I'd give up on this several days ago before promising I'd finish it along with sum references for the glitchmas art completion back at the glitch inn... I regret it very badly, very, very badly- 😭😭 it's a fun little challenge for me to start getting back my motivation for stuff I like, tho so this is good practice! I've only drawn doodles of Uzi's and N's heads before, nothing else. It's time for the tadc part of this drawing, and I have never drawn even one of them, :,D but welp, I put myself into this, and I don't lie. I've worked on this for 12 hours now, and I'm soon halfway there, but now I gotta really speed up as the deadline is in pretty much, exactly 12 hours... It looks like it's time for the fun part of it, breaking the rules and sneaking in sum carnival! >:33 if I actually manage to get this done i'll post it probably within 12 hours if I'm even awake, so then it's up to pretty much anyone who sees this to find the references to @sm-baby 's awesome TADC Carnival AU! :33 thx for motivating me mushy! X33

[gracerings]

it would be kind of funny that taylor let everyone believe ttpd would be this mature album about the end of her longest and most adult relationship and instead the album comes out and she’s basically like no actually I’m pretty chill about all that, what I really wanna talk about is how I’m a bad girl because I swear a lot and had a 3-month situationship with the worst man you can think of. it would be kind of funny. however she’s 34 years of age.

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domestic

rafe cameron x reader

summary: something in rafe changes when you become pregnant with your baby

you’d always known rafe wasn’t the “domestic” type. he wasn’t the guy who meal-prepped or folded laundry without being asked. he’d never baked anything in his life that didn’t come out of a box—or involve a lighter and bad intentions when he was younger.

but then you got pregnant.

and something in him shifted.

at first, it was little things. he started making the bed before leaving in the mornings—messy and lopsided, but you noticed. then he stopped letting you carry the groceries inside. “baby, you’re carrying our baby. you’re not lifting anything heavier than a throw pillow.”

you laughed, thinking it was a phase. that it would fade when the novelty wore off.

it didn’t.

by the second trimester, rafe was researching prenatal vitamins and reading dad blogs on his phone when he thought you weren’t looking. one night, you woke up at 2 a.m. to pee for the fourth time and found him in the nursery, sitting on the floor with a crib manual in one hand and a tiny allen wrench in the other. shirtless. frustrated. talking to himself.

“you okay?” you asked, arms folded over your belly.

he looked up like a kid who’d been caught sneaking cookies. “i almost got the damn drawer on. it’s just—this screw’s like, microscopic. who makes baby furniture this complicated?”

you walked over, knelt beside him, and kissed his cheek. “you’re doing great.”

he turned to you and placed a hand gently on your stomach. “you’re the one doing everything. i’m just… tryin’ to keep up.”

that was the thing—he meant it. rafe, the once reckless, hard-headed cameron boy, had gone full golden retriever when it came to you. he tracked your doctor appointments like gospel, wrote down questions to ask the ob, and even started eating healthier “so the baby wouldn’t have to smell hot cheetos on his breath through your skin.”

you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

and don’t even get started on the nesting phase—his nesting phase.

he vacuumed like it was a competitive sport. cleaned out every closet. ordered blackout curtains because “the baby needs good sleep hygiene.” he’d randomly walk into the living room with a new gadget—white noise machine, bottle warmer, some fancy baby monitor—and grin like he’d won the lottery.

but your favorite moments weren’t the big gestures. they were the quiet ones.

like when you were too tired to get up from the couch and he knelt down to rub your feet, without you even asking.

or when you had a rough day, hormones all over the place, and he just pulled you into his chest, whispering, “you’re doing so good, baby. i’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life.”

he may not have been known for being domestic, but he was yours. and when it came to you—and the little life you were bringing into the world—he’d do anything.

even fold baby socks the right way.

even go to four different stores to find the right kind of pickles.

even read what to expect when expecting like it was the bible.

because to rafe cameron, loving you wasn’t a job—it was instinct.

and now, more than ever, he wanted to get it right.

[itoshiierae]

bllk boys as cliché relationship tropes #2 𝜗𝜚

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ᡣ𐭩 ft: nagi seishiro, reo mikage, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, barou shoei

ᡣ𐭩 notes: this is part two <33 the trope brainrot continues and bachira’s got me all soft mid-writing omg!!??? 🥹 anyway, i honestly loved making this wayyyy more than i should’ve 🤪🫶🏼

here’s part one!! <33

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♡ NAGI SEISHIRO ♡ — “YOUR BESTFRIEND WHO ACCIDENTALLY FALLS FOR YOU”

he didn’t even realize he was in love until it was too late. one day he’s letting you borrow his hoodie, the next he’s fighting a game boss with one hand because you fell asleep on his shoulder & he didn’t want to move. nags you about being annoying but watches your favorite shows without telling you. quietly does things for you — carries your bag, remembers how you like your ramen, tells you that you’re beautiful. and he doesn’t say it often, but when he does? it’s sleepy, mumbled, and so, so sincere!!!!

♡ REO MIKAGE ♡ — “THE RICH BOY WHO NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU”

he swears he’s not obsessed with you. but he is, he absolutely is!!! grew up by your side, saw you cry in third grade, and never recovered. he remembers your favorite snack, what calms you down, and exactly where your forehead fits against his chest. it’s always been you. and even when he dated around, even when he swore he was “over it,” he still found himself looking for you in everyone else. and when he FINALLY confesses???? it’s soft, a little broken — like he’s been carrying the weight of it for years.

♡ ISAGI YOICHI ♡ — “ACADEMIC RIVAL TURNED LOVER”

you argued with him the first time you met. you still do. he challenges you constantly — debates, dares, annoys you — but somewhere between the competitive jabs and accidental late-night talks, it got warm. it’s the way he always notices when you’re upset, always makes space beside him, always pushes you to believe in yourself even when he’s pissed off. the love crept in slowly, wrapped in banter and shoulder bumps. when he finally confesses, it’s flustered but firm: “i meant it. all of it.”

♡ BACHIRA MEGURU ♡ — “THE CHAOTIC GOLDEN RETRIEVER WHO ONLY HAS EYES FOR YOU”

he’s chaotic, clingy, giggly — and somehow makes you feel like you hung the stars just by showing up. always calls you nicknames that make no sense (“my bug!” “sparkle shark!”), draws you in his sketchbook with little hearts, and randomly tackles you with full hugs in public. he lives for physical affection!!!! he gets pouty when you ignore him, but lights up like a whole damn galaxy when you smile. he’s literally sunshine in human form, and you’re the one person he always runs toward first.

♡ BAROU SHOEI ♡ — “YOUR BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER WHO SWORE HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU”

he swears he’s not soft for you. he lies. he complains when you tease him, rolls his eyes when you cling to his arm, growls when you wear his shirt — but he lets you. every time. he acts like it’s a burden, but god forbid someone else makes you smile. he’s protective in a way that might seem terrifying to others, and he also buys you things that he says are “practical” (if they’re pink, they’re yours.) it’s all gritted-teeth affection, quiet acts of service, and the rare, heart-stopping moment when he murmurs, “you’re mine.”

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

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ᴛʜᴇ 3° ɪɴ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ

involves my own research along with the help of janduz.

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please do not copy any of my content.

divider by the amazing @uzmacchiato <3

has some adult themes!

THE DEGREE IN THE SIGNS.

THE DEGREE IN THE PLANETS.

THE DEGREE IN THE HOUSES.

♱ the 3° is an important number to both astrology and numerology as it is about an individual being expressive, being true to themselves and their creativity. the heart what it wants correlates to this degree as it speaks of community, being inspired and the visual you have for the future. this degree in astrology helps a native be open-minded about what their future carries and how they can achieve it. with the energy being assertive and optimistic about what they want to do, they inspire other people. in short, this degree is like if a golden retriever became a degree.

what does it mean when the 3° occurs a lot in a chart?

whenever this degree appears a lot in a chart, it shows that the person needs to be someone who believes in themselves. it can manifest into someone being their personal blockage as they lack belief in themselves. on the other hand, this could mean that said person is either aware or unaware of the influence/inspiration they put into other people. their golden energy touches other people's hearts and has them moved.

THE 3° IN THE SIGNS

🕊 3° in aries - they're very self-expressive with their anger. easily annoyed, but one thing about them is that they're independent. if they feel like someone is attempting to tie them down and hold them back they get defensive, as they should. this degree in aries shows that they're someone who likes to be the center of attention, they're hyperactive and could be considered as someone who has youngest/only child syndrome. they inspire other people a lot, but it could get competitive, one-sided.

🕊 3° in taurus - these people are self-expressive through art and feeling beautiful about themselves. they're in touch with spirituality and have knowledge about practices other people do not have which makes them an unintentional leader to other people. howbeit, these people can also be seen as bratty and very opinionated. if insecure, it could be hard for other people to uplift them as they can unintentionally embody the "woe is me" behaviour.

🕊 3° in gemini - this degree is at home in gemini. very chatty, very bright and very creative. they have visuals of projects and outcomes other people cannot come up with and this can create copy-cats. people who want to steal from their ideas and potential. due to how intelligent they're considered by other people. people tend to agree with everything they say or do because "they know best". this is the type of degree where someone can get annoying though, but they tend to get away with it.

🕊 3° in cancer - i immediately got spoilt with this degree. people who have this degree in cancer can easily make people fold for them, whether it be platonically, romantically or even in family. they're adorable to other people so others want to give them whatever they need whenever they want it. to have this degree in cancer shows that your dreams were likely supported the most compared to other people in the family. and hence this still being a mercurial degree [and venusian since 3 is the empress] it brings envy from other family members who yearn for that type of appreciation.

🕊 3° in leo - very generous people. the type to want other people to make it and not themselves. they're a people's person, a charmer and have been loud since a child. the get away with being noisy, as if they're the heart of the family so people feel bad for them when something does not go their way. this degree in leo shows that their talents were recognised at an early age and people in the family might've pushed them into fame's arm, well there could've been an attempt. however, as this is a degree about believing in yourself, these people are innovative for what they want in life and other people are inspired by their story.

🕊 3° in virgo - they have a vision other people catch up with as time passes. they have a gift of seeing the potential of things other people cannot catch on and when they excellently nurture the idea, it causes other people want to start seeing inspiration and possibility in everything. this degree in virgo makes said person more expressive and creative in themselves, and they have huge tolerance and patience for other people.

🕊 3° in libra - great beauty. their style is something that inspires other people to do more. when they're in relationships they show the potential of what it means to be in a positive relationship, however this can happen to the people who have this degree. being in relationships that aid them to tap into their most expressive self. those who already have might be considered as very needy and whiny but they still get the princess treatment because others want to please them and remain on their good side.

🕊 3° in scorpio - polarising people. have dreams of future ideas. can easily receive money from other people and are heavily desired by those around them. people could dream about them and yearn for their attention as they could be picky about who they should give it to. this degree placement in scorpio shows that they inspire other people to explore their sexuality or the darker things in life that was kept away from them. the type to have a clique, don't like it when others are too much in their energy.

🕊 3° in sagittarius - like a golden retriever. as i have implied in the beginning of this post. people with this degree can rewire how other people think because they have an essence of wisdom that is yet to be undefeated. great story-writers, but like the degree being in cancer. these people can be spoiled as they likely believe they deserve to have everything now, or hate it when they're overlooked. they're funny and used to being the clown, their humour can touch other people's heart and heal.

🕊 3° in capricorn - it takes people with this degree in capricorn a moment to master their self-expression. perhaps they were the relative who found it hard to be themselves because other people shone more than them, or it could be expectations that were already placed on them. so they don't know to follow their heart or their mind. this degree placement speaks of being a model of believing in yourself. tough walls to climb but the desire to be successful and wealthy dominates.

🕊 3° in aquarius - people who have this degree are easily liked in the atmosphere they're in. however, they could feel like they're always pushed to be someone who is the perfect friend, or other people could desire to be in their social circle. they have creative ideas, authentic and original which makes people look up to them. is an indicator of having a big god-complex because other people tend to stroke their ego. on the other hand, these people could try too much to be considered as different.

🕊 3° in pisces - very creative placement. other people live through them/project onto them because they embody the openly self-expressive person they wished they could be. could have conflict with older relatives because of how different each other think, howbeit, these people can also be delusional OR are really good at manifesting as they pour their entire heart into what they want. they're people who want to see the world as a glass half full than empty because to them everything is possible.

THE 3° IN PLANETS

❦ 3° in sun - this degree in this planet shows that you're someone who desires much stuff, you can be someone who desires attention, to understand what you are supposed to do in this life time and also the desire to feel understood. which causes you to be that person for other people. another person's safe space, another person's ear. on the other hand, people with this degree are very optimistic, sociable and perceptive, they live for humour.

❦ 3° in moon - beauty. the type of beauty that can adapt to anything, very strong resemblance in the family, and these people could have a desire to have a family of their own, it doesn't even need to be with children, it can be a parent to a pet[s], or to have found family. people with this degree seek for someone who can click with them, they wear their heart on their sleeves and always want to speak or have that one person they can speak with all the time. can become clingy.

❦ 3° in mercury - mercury having this degree means it feels a bit of relief hence the 3rd degree being a mercurial number. these people are very witty and creative, they could speak quite quickly as well. people with this degree placement tend to get away with stuff or are just very sneaky in general. you never know what this person is about to say, but it makes other people laugh. very jittery people can be considered as annoying to others, like to other relatives.

❦ 3° in venus - people usually trust their vision. they're great at planning, especially when it comes to something creative. though people with this degree could have a desire to be in a relationship, so they're usually crushing on other people or flirting with them. can become submissive in a relationship but it can also be deemed as wanting to be taken care of all the time, yearning to have their lover's attention.

❦ 3° in mars - easily tempered. some people take their anger seriously or not. could have a male relative that loves to speak and make themselves look good. this placement insinuates that they like to debate, like to win arguments and finds humour in annoying other people. on the other hand, they can be great motivational speakers.

❦ 3° in jupiter - oh long hold the chatterbox. the clown, the one that finds it fun to annoy you. these are people who don't care about getting into trouble, they find stuff to be not "too deep" to stress over it. they're someone who desires for everything to be less stressful, who wouldnt. they're people who inspire others to change how they interact with the world, they're likely manifestors, people who believe that if they radiate good energy, good energy will come back to them.

❦ 3° in saturn - this degree in saturn is a degree alignment i respect because they're people who knew everything when they were young. and they know [or need to learn] that they have to let go of things that emotionally hold them down and away from their heart. they might've had issues with knowing how to speak for themselves during their youth but they feel and think many things. that's why when giving advice they can go on for a long time. [and sometimes come across as a know it all].

❦ 3° in uranus - they're the type of people to talk about everything and anything. tend to be popular in their friendship group and can be very intuitive/psychic. people with this degree might find humour in the strangest things, their humour is niche but also genius so when they understand their comedic flow, you find everything they say to be hilarious. are likely good at handling large crowds and they're people who root for the underdog.

❦ 3° in neptune - see the potential in everything, even in people. so they find themselves in scenarios that cause them heart-break. they see the highest possibiity for people but tend to forget that not everyone is willing to reach their highest potential. they feel a lot and they see a lot so they might sometimes look drained. their dreams speak to them, either straight-forward or cryptic. people could also think they always look confused.

❦ 3° in pluto - to have this degree in pluto shows that you're someone who can twist the beliefs of other people. manipulative, psychic, all-knowing and cryptic. could sometimes put other people off with how their energy is just there, or their energy easily charms other people, and those unaffected by it might stand confused or wonder what spell you have on people. cult leader energy, or someone who can be very cliquey. when entering people's lives they definitely change something in specific.

❦ 3° in north node - born to be speakers but can unintentionally say mean things. they're someone who can speak and other people listen immediately, if it's nothing that involves vocal communication, this degree in the north node shows they tend to attract stalkers. on the other hand, this allignment shows that people who have this placement are bound to overcome their shyness of speaking and standing up for themselves. they might have a hard time expressing their true thoughts and feelings and this could make people feel sorry for them.

❦ 3° in black moon lilith - people could have the need to protect them. could've been showed the darker side of life early, so they might be paranoid people. go through much tower moments. people with this placement could have much intrusive thoughts, show different sides to themselves, mainly they show the side to them that is confident, all back talk and fierce, but inside they need someone to hug. this degree in bml shows that people could be intimdated by them being assertive, could've had people attempt to humble them because of it.

THE 3° IN THE HOUSES

♱ 3° in the first house - a person who have this tend to be attractive, this degree is the heart's desire. this shows that said person are either people who like to go forward first during romantic encounters or they are the ones who other people go up to first. besides from that, they're people who like to interact with the world differently and creatively, if they think the way something is interacted with in a boring way they would want to make sure that their encounter with said life experience is fun. they like to find joy in everything. could be very expressive with speaking or have a very telling face.

♱ 3° in the second house - to have this degree in the second house shows that someone finds communication valuable, they hate it when they feel like they're left in the dark. this can sometimes make someone entitled to other people's business or entitled to everything. person should be careful of spending money on everything they feel enthusiastic towards. this degree here also unpacks the idea of someone usually being inspired to make more money for themselves. [person can be really spoiled too].

♱ 3° in the third house - this degree in the third house speaks of the potential of someone being able to influence or manipulate others really well. can be quick-speakers and find humour through everything, other people might get annoyed by that but they also find joy in annoying other people. this degree in this home speaks of the idea of someone being open to many things and this can sometimes put them in circumstances where other people think of them to be naive, they're people who see the potential in everybody, so they like to give people a chance.

♱ 3° in the fourth house - to have this degree in your fourth house shows that you are someone who could be considered a very young soul in your family, the one who chases their dreams or is expressive about the deepest versions of you. you are likely someone who wanted to move out since an early age and you're very independent, that could be a side of you other people could be surprised about due to your youthful energy, they likely expect you to be someone who doesnt know how to hold their own. could've been a black-sheep in their family as well.

♱ 3° in the fifth house - similar to what i mentioned in the fourth house, someone who has this degree could've been a black sheep since they were young. on the brighter side, very bright and creative individuals, they always have a plan, always are up to something and are continously creating ideas that inspire other people to get on their feet and bring their own visions to life. native likely was a chatty kid or a kid in their own mind. other people had a soft spot for them as there is a chance they got away with everything.

♱ 3° in the sixth house - person could have a hard time being open minded or adaptable or it could be one of their greatest strengths. could have a hard time battling and winning over habits that stall them. the type to have much ideas but need to figure out how they can execute them into reality. this degree in this sixth house shows the potential of someone helping other people relax, they sometimes might become devoted into making other people happy instead of themselves.

♱ 3° in the seventh house - in love with the idea of relationships, with the idea of future spouse or being connected with someone. like having the degree in the sixth house, the person with this degree in the seventh house could have a tendency of people-pleasing. they desire to be liked by other people, they desire to be seen by others, their efforts, how they look and their social circle. person can be very hopeful in love, it reminds me of charlotte from sex and the city. on the other hand, if developed, person doesnt like to lose themselves in love. if they can feel like someone isn't good for them their heart will know its time for them to leave.

♱ 3° in the eighth house - desire to feel safe, to have money. could be very nosy, other people might find it easy to open up to them. they crave intimacy. same could be said if it was in the 2h, 5h and 12h. this degree in the eighth house speaks of the idea of someone being open to many in depth things when it comes to sex, stimulation is their top priority and they want to go through it with their partner. could be very creative during sex, or very creative when it comes to making money, could be open to taboo ways of making money.

♱ 3° in the ninth house - this degree in the ninth house implies that someone could be very open minded to different perspectives and beliefs. they don't like to put themselves in a box when it comes to how they present themselves or how they're looked at. person finds joy in many things even small things in life, everything is a win for them. even though they're someone who likes to hear the ideas of other people they stay true to what their mind thinks and believes in. on the other hand, people could tend to admire these people because of their happy go lucky personality.

♱ 3° in the tenth house - to have this degree in the tenth house shows that this person is an inspiration to other people, some other people could live through them. desire to have the same occupation and work experience as these people. they tend to be favoured in their workspace or are the person other people go to for advice. even if they do not want it they find themselves having responsibility over people. other people might want to control this person's vision for the future but they know what they want to do and they stand on business about it.

♱ 3° in the eleventh house - they are likely the person other people want to befriend [others could be too shy about it]. this house rules over the future due to its connection with uranus and they could have dreams about it, manifest for a future where their vision is more respected or heard, on the other hand this unpacks the idea of someone having this degree in their eleventh house being someone who brings people together and influences other people to be more determined and assertive about their future. they are likely an important very valuable member in their social group, could have the youngest energy or is the friend [or attracts friends] who other people feel soft about, and being people who brings humour to where they go.

♱ 3° in the twelfth house - on one hand person might be passive about what they want to achieve in their life, could be the type to see how well other people are doing and feel insecure about their own progress, on the other hand it could mean that this person is very emotional. they feel things very deeply OR other people might have the habit of tending to everything they want. when it comes to creativity they can be someone who gets ideas through dreams or downloads, it comes to them like an eureka moment. developed people with this degree in their twelfth house are people who see the greatest potential for themselves and do anything to achieve it. as they should.

❦ thank you for reading! ❦

[dreamersparacosm]

i want jealous jungkook too...but do you know who i want him to be jealous of? BAM. I WANT OC AND BAM I WANT THEM

tpod!jungkook would absolutely be jealous of a dog. like he already fought to have you, now he has to fight with his own dog?? what kind of world is this?

the price of desire — epilogue blurb 1!

prompt ; in which jungkook’s biggest competition isn’t a man, but his own doberman.

warnings ; none!

Here’s the thing about Jeon Jungkook: when you’re in Korea, he simply forgets how to function like a normal human being.

Sure, he could go to rehearsals. He could hang out with the boys, lift heavy things at the gym, play with Bam at the dog park until one of them drops dead from exhaustion. He could — and does — have a life outside of you.

But unfortunately, that’s impossible to uphold currently. Because Jungkook, in all his stubbornness, has decided that when you are in Korea, you are his life.

So he waits, with the particular blend of patience and agitation that only the hopelessly devoted can manage.

He waits while you sit through endless meetings in the Seoul office where he assumes you're probably reshaping the course of fashion history. Meanwhile, he — professional idol, household name, literal global phenomenon — spends his entire afternoon fluttering around the house like an overgrown golden retriever preparing for your arrival back.

When you finally do appear, hours later than you promised (”just a quick check-in meeting,” you said, like a liar), he’s orchestrated the perfect welcome. There’s even some of your candles lit that you got from the market the other afternoon.

He made sure to put on that stupid grey hoodie you once said you liked, the one that makes him look especially ‘boyfriend-coded’ which is insane because he is your boyfriend, but whatever, he’s trying to a better man for you.

There he stands in the entryway as your keys jiggle in the lock, heart metaphorically cupped in his hands like an anxious teenager, waiting for the moment your eyes find him after a day at work.

The door swings open with comedic timing.

You enter, still clad in your professional clothes, designer bag hanging from your shoulder. Your gaze performs a quick sweep of the space, a radar searching for something that’s not him.

Somehow, impossibly, you miss the tall international superstar practically vibrating with anticipation directly in your line of sight.

It’s too late; your attention has already locked, with laser-guided precision, onto what is apparently the actual love of your life.

"Bam!" You gasp, the name ripping from your throat with the same intensity usually reserved for reunion scenes in war movies. His dog doesn’t fight it, just wags his tail and pants excitedly when he realizes you’re home.

Just like that, Jungkook experiences the unique displeasure of watching himself become irrelevant.

He stands, a bewildered expression on his face, as you drop your bag, drop your coat, drop your body at Bam’s unsuspecting feet. Within seconds, you've transformed from fashion industry powerhouse to someone talkimg in a baby voice to a dog on his entryway floor. “Oh my god, Look at you, you handsome boy! Did you miss me? I missed you so much, mwah!”

You're now kissing the dog. Not polite little pecks, but full-on, emotionally-invested mouth kisses, as if you've spent your entire day in meetings plotting how to most effectively transfer your affection to this four-legged creature while breaking his owner's heart.

Jungkook watches this betrayal unfold, holding a spatula, like he’s someone who's just realized he's accidentally enrolled in the world's most elaborate third-wheel masterclass.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He clears his throat once.

Nothing.

He shifts his weight to his other foot.

Still… nothing. No passing glance.

Sprawled on his floor in complete surrender, you’re essentially involved in an impromptu romance with his pet. Jungkook — who has spent the last three hours committing culinary crimes against rice and desperately channeling his mother's cooking spirit — stands frozen.

It’s fine. Completely fine. Absolutely, one hundred percent acceptable.

Except for the tiny detail that he’s mentally drafting adoption papers for Bam.

He clears his throat again, louder this time and pointedly.

Finally, as if emerging from a trance, you glance up. “Hi, baby," You chirp, lips puckering in his direction, clearly expecting him to bridge the gap.

As if he's some lovesick sitcom husband whose entire world revolves around whatever affection you decide to toss his way. (Which…alright. Maybe he is. But acknowledging that would undermine his current position.)

Jungkook stares back at you, arms crossed, mouth pressed into a flat line.

Your eyebrows furrow, lips still suspended mid-pucker. When his statue holds firm, you slowly lower your mouth into a frown.

"...Hello?" You venture from your position on the floor, blinking up at him.

"Hi," He returns.

You narrow your eyes into little slits, hands still rubbing Bam’s head. "Come here."

"No."

"Why?"

"You kissed the dog," He announces petulantly.

You blink again. And then, because you are exactly the kind of woman who built a million-dollar career off smelling blood in the water, you grin.

“Oh my god,” you say, already laughing. “Are you—?”

You dramatically disengage from Bam, remaining on your knees but pressing both hands to your chest in a theatrical gesture. “Are you jealous? Of Bam?"

Jungkook's jaw flexes. He glares at some fascinating invisible point approximately six inches to the left of your head.

“I'm not jealous," He mutters, hands clasped behind his back as he avoids your gaze. (Which is exactly what someone jealous would say.)

"You're jealous of your own dog," You whisper, tone faux sympathy.

You shift your weight back, settling onto your heels, craning your neck to study him like he's a fascinating psychological case study.

Bam, however, is blissfully unaware of his central role in this drama. He wags his tail so hard that his whole butt is moving side to side like a windshield wiper.

"I leave for a couple of hours," you observe with fascination, "and you've already picked a fight with a literal puppy."

"He's not even a puppy anymore," Jungkook snaps back instantly, as if the classification of his ‘competitor’ is somehow the most pressing issue in this standoff.

You gasp, one hand flying to clutch at imaginary pearls. “Oh my god. You're calling him old? You're losing it, Jeon."

"I'm not losing it," He grumbles defensively.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

You rise to your feet slowly and saunter over to him. He stands there, arms still crossed, watching you approach with a suspicious squint.

You stop inches in front of him. Looking up through your lashes with innocence that wouldn't fool a toddler (but still somehow works on global superstars), you deploy your sweetest, most saccharine tone: "Baby," you murmur, "Love of my life."

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers toying with the neckline of his hoodie. The very one he selected for your approval, now weaponized against him.

"Don't tell me you're scared," you whisper with mock concern, eyes wide. "That Bam's gonna steal me away?"

His response surpasses non-verbal communication: silence paired with a scowl.

You grin evilly, and you lean forward until your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “He does have better hair than you," you tease.

Jungkook jerks back like he’s been electrocuted, mouth falling open in outrage.

"I knew it," he declares. "I knew you liked him better!"

Your laughter echoes throughout the whole room. His expression remains fixed in accusation, still treating your interaction with Bam — who has now abandoned you two to roll on his back in blissful oblivion — as a mortal enemy who must be defeated.

You wipe under your eyes dramatically, pulling yourself together with exaggerated effort before tilting your head.

"It's okay, baby," you console with insincerity. "Some men just can't handle the competition."

The scowl on his face deepens.

You nod solemnly, caressing his bicep. "Maybe you should work on your wagging. And your fur. I mean, Bam's coat? Impeccable."

Jungkook's mouth drops open again in shock.

You heave a long-suffering sigh, the sound of someone burdened with the great responsibility of being with a ridiculous man.

“God,” you roll your eyes, stepping into his space and grabbing a fistful of the front of his hoodie. “You’re so dramatic.”

And before he can launch into another argument, you yank him down and press your lips to his. Firm, no-nonsense, entirely fed up, but still soft because, unfortunately, you’re obsessed with him. (But he’s obsessed with you right back.)

He smiles against your lips, the ones that taste like some coconut lip balm you always wear.

Of course, though, he can’t leave it alone. Has to get the last word in, even when his hands are sliding up your sides and his chest is rumbling with happiness.

“You taste like dog,” He mumbles into your mouth and when you pull back to glare at him, he grins wider, looking downright pleased with himself.

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Friction - OP81

Smut

Pairings: OP81 x Reader

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: Jealousy (A LOT), Possessiveness, swearing, makeout, teasing, oral (F!receiving), protected sex, p in v

Divider Credit: @bernardsbendystraws

Oscar had been watching from across the paddock. Sunglasses low on his nose, jaw clenched just enough to notice. It was subtle, but not to anyone who really knew him, and you did. You learned to read Oscar better than anyone else - quiet, composed, dry wit for days - but right know? He was a storm waiting for a place to break.

You were standing a few feet away, laughing, like really laughing, with Lando and Charles. Lando had just made some ridiculous impression of one of the engineers, voice high pitched and arms waving about everywhere. Charles was practically wheezing beside you. You had to clutch your stomach because you were laughing so hard.

Oscar's eyes never left you.

He knew Charles was charming, that particular brand of effortless Monaco royalty that made people lean in. And Lando? He had that chaotic, golden retriever energy that made him instantly likeable to anyone with a pulse. You weren't immune to either of them, but it was the way you looked at them - eyes crinkled, full of warmth - that twisted something inside Oscar.

Then, you touched Charles's arm.

Just for a second. A laugh, a lean in, your hand brushing his bicep. But it was enough to make him snap.

Oscar didn't even realise he was moving until he was right there beside you.

"Having fun?" he asked, voice smooth but sharp beneath the surface. Not a question. really.

you blinked, surprised. "Hey, babe. Yeah... Lando was just..."

"Yeah I saw." He didn't smile. Just nodded, eyes flickering from Charles to Lando, then back to you.

Lando raised his brows sensing the shift immediately. “Uh-oh, do I need to leave before I get shanked with a tire iron?”

Charles laughed awkwardly. “I think that’s our cue.”

They both gave you a quick goodbye, Lando throwing in a wink that didn't help, and disappeared around the corner, still laughing between themselves.

Silence settled between you and Oscar.

You tilted your head. "What the fuck was that?"

His jaw ticked. "Nothing."

You stepped closer. "Oscar, that was not 'nothing'"

He met your eyes then. That sharp glint behind them wasn't anger... it was something deeper. Hotter. A quiet possessiveness that rarely surfaced.

“Didn’t realize I had competition,” he muttered, stepping into your space. You blinked. “Seriously? You think I’m... what, flirting with them?” He didn’t answer. Just stared at you like he wanted to say a hundred things but didn’t trust himself not to unravel if he started.

Your voice dropped. “Oscar, they’re our friends.” He leaned in, mouth barely brushing your ear. “Didn’t look like just friends.” You shivered. The tension between you was palpable now- like an electric wire pulled tight, ready to snap.

“You’re jealous,” you said, half-teasing, half-challenging. His voice was low. “Damn right I am.” And then his hand was on your waist, pulling you toward him... not rough, but firm. Controlled. But just barely.

You barely had time to react before Oscar’s mouth was on yours.

It wasn't soft or sweet. It was urgent. Demanding. Hi fingers dug into your waist like he couldn't get enough of you, and his lips moved against yours like he needed to prove something. Like he needed to feel it - his frustration, his jealousy, his want. ALL of it, pouring into the kiss with fire he usually kept tucked away behind the cool sarcasm and silent glances.

He took your hand and practically dragged you to his driver room. As soon as he shut the door your back hit the wall with a dull thud. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, sliding up under your shirt, fingertips dragging across your skin like he was reclaiming territory.

You gasped between kisses. "Oscar..."

"Mine," he growled into your neck. "You're mine."

Your knees nearly buckled at the sound of it. The raw edge in his voice. The way his breath caught like he was barely holding himself together.

"Then stop acting like it..." you whispered, biting back a smirk, poking the fire. "You're the one always standing on the side lines."

That did it.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them gently but firmly above your head, and leaned in so close, your noses brushed.

"I saw the way you looked at them," he murmured. "Like they could have you."

You exhaled shakily, heart pounding. "They don't. They couldn't"

"Then show me."

His mouth crashed into yours again, but this time... hungrier. You could feel the restraint unravelling in him, piece by piece. He was always in control... on track, in interviews, even with you. But not now. Not with this.

He let go of your wrists and his hands slid down, gripping the back of your thighs and lifting you without warning. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively.

The hum of the paddock faded into the background, replaced by your breath hitching as he laid you back against the small couch, hovering over you with stormy eyes and flushed cheeks.

He stripped off his shirt in one swift motion, and you took in the tension in his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell like he’d just run a sprint. Like this you were the only thing he was racing toward now.

"I need you to remember who you belong to," he said, voice low and rough as his fingers slid under your skirt. "Every time they make you laugh... every time they look at you... I want you to think about this."

You moaned as he leaned down again, every kiss and touch burning like a mark, like a brand.

You were letting him take his claim.

His fingers worked quickly, tugging your skirt and orange lace thong down and off, his eyes fixed on you like he couldn't get enough. Like he was memorizing every inch of skin, every shiver, every sound you made just for him.

"Look at you," he whispered, kneeling between your legs, running his hands up your thighs with slow, deliberate pressure. "Smiling at them like they deserved this."

You arched to his touch, breath catching.

"They don't," you whispered.

"Damn right they don't."

He dipped down, kissing a line from your knee to the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. You tangled your fingers in his hair, already breathless, already needing more. But Oscar took his time - languid licks, teasing nips, his mouth hovering maddeningly close without giving you what you need. What you craved.

You whimpered his name.

He looked up at you, eyes dark and burning. "I want you squirming. I want their names out of your head. The only one you think about is me."

That's when he gave in.

His mouth finally met you where you needed it the most, and your back arched instantly, hips jerking up as pleasure shot through you like a lightening bolt. He moaned low against you, like the taste of you was enough to undo him completely.

His hands held your thighs open, firm and possessive, as his tongue moved with infuriating skill - licking, circling, sucking your clit just herd enough to make you cry out. He didn't stop. You were teetering, gasping, grinding into his mouth like nothing else mattered but this - him and the way he made you feel.

"Oscar...fuck..."

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice deep and wrecked. "That's it baby girl. Say my name. Scream it."

You were so close, too close, and he knew it - felt it in the way your thighs trembled, the way your breath caught and broke. He wrapped his arms over your legs, dragging you closer, devouring you until...

You shattered.

Your orgasm hit hard and fast, binding and overwhelming, your fingers tightening in his hair as you cried out for him. He didn't stop until you were shaking, thighs twitching, every nerve lit up and raw.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet, face flushed, and the look in his eyes was hungry. Still.

He stood, dragging his belt open, unzipping his jeans without a word. You watched with wide eyes as he kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor. He reached for a condom from the drawer, tearing it open, rolling it on with practiced ease - and then he was hovering over you again, eyes locked on yours.

"You're mine," he repeated, voice low and firm, lined with something almost dangerous. "Say it."

"I'm yours," you breathed, nails dragging across his back as he lined himself up, the thick head of his dick pressing against you, teasing your entrance."

"I do not share," he whispered... And then he thrusted into you.

You gasped, your back arching again, his name falling from your lips like a broken prayer.

He set a pace that was brutal and unrelenting, each thrust deep and claiming, his hands gripping your hips hard enough that you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Every thrust said mine, mine, mine. Every moan you gave him, every time you cried his name, it drove him harder.

His forehead dropped to yours, sweat-slicked skin and hot breaths mixing in the heavy air.

“Next time they make you laugh like that…” he growled, lips brushing yours, “you’ll remember this. The way I make you fall apart. The way you scream for me.”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, hips rising to meet every punishing thrust, chasing that second high, faster, sharper, more intense. He angled his hips just right and your vision went white, pleasure cresting again in a rush.

"Oscar... I'm..!"

He kissed you, swallowing your moans as you came undone a second time, pulsing around him, dragging him down with you.

He thrust a few more times, hard and desperate, before his rhythm broke and he groaned against your lips, hips jerking as he came with a strangled, breathless sound.

He collapsed on top of you, chest heaving, heart racing against yours. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. Then, after a moment, his voice low and rough. “Still think I was overreacting?”

You smirked against his skin, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “If that’s what jealousy gets me… maybe I’ll laugh at Lando’s jokes a little more.”

He growled playfully, biting your shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”

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ARCADE DATES & STOLEN KISSES — SJY

ᯓ★ pairing : boyfriend!Jake x fem!reader / fluff , lots of FLUFF ᝰ.ᐟ

1.295 ｡ when Jake, your clingy, golden retriever-like boyfriend, drags you into an arcade for a night of playful competition, you never expect the chaotic fun that ensues.

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Jake’s fingers wrap around your wrist before you can even protest, his usual excitement bubbling over as he practically drags you through the entrance of the arcade. The bright neon lights reflect in his wide eyes, making him look even more like an overgrown golden retriever who just found his favorite toy.

"Come on, come on! We have so many games to play!" he exclaims, tugging you along without a second thought, his grip firm yet warm against your skin.

You barely have time to take in the cacophony of beeping machines, cheerful sound effects, and the chatter of other players before Jake halts in front of a claw machine. He releases your wrist only to shove a coin into the slot, his expression morphing into one of pure determination.

"Watch this, babe. I’m about to win you the cutest plushie in here. Pick one!"

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed. "You say that like you’re some kind of claw machine expert."

Jake scoffs, shooting you an affronted look. "Excuse me? I have skills, okay? This is my battlefield!"

You bite back a laugh as he dramatically cracks his knuckles, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration as he maneuvers the claw towards a chubby duck plush. The claw descends, grips the duck… and then immediately drops it halfway to the prize chute.

"No! That was rigged!" Jake groans, throwing his head back in sheer betrayal. He whirls around to you, eyes pleading. "One more try?"

You sigh, pretending to hesitate before nodding. He grins like you just handed him the world.

The second attempt is no better. Nor is the third. By the fifth try, Jake is slumping against you dramatically, whining about how the machine is a scam while you pat his head in mock sympathy.

"Maybe the real prize was the memories we made along the way," you tease, earning a scoff from him.

"The real prize should’ve been the duck! But fine, let’s find a game where I can actually prove my skills."

He perks up immediately when he spots a racing game and drags you toward it, claiming, "I’ll go easy on you!" as he tosses a token in. The moment the game starts, you realize he was completely lying because Jake is a menace behind a virtual wheel. He’s cackling as he drifts past you effortlessly, glancing at you every few seconds just to see your reaction.

"You see that? Perfect drift, baby!"

"Keep your eyes on the road, Jake!"

He doesn’t, of course. Instead, he keeps grinning at you until he crashes spectacularly into a wall. You burst out laughing as his car spins out of control, dropping from first place to last in an instant.

"No! That wasn’t fair, you distracted me!" he whines, dramatically collapsing onto your shoulder once the game ends. You roll your eyes but let him lean into you, his warmth pressing against your side.

"Sounds like a personal problem."

He huffs, but the teasing twinkle in his eyes never fades. "Alright, last game. Winner gets a reward."

"And what exactly is this reward?"

Jake grins, leaning in closer until his breath tickles your ear. "A kiss."

Your face heats up instantly, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "Confident, aren’t you?"

"Always." He winks before dragging you toward the basketball hoops. The game starts, and suddenly, Jake isn’t just your clingy, playful boyfriend—he’s focused, precise, effortlessly sinking shot after shot while you struggle to keep up.

"Okay, this is so not fair," you grumble, throwing a ball that bounces off the rim.

Jake only laughs, sinking another basket with ease. "What? You agreed to this, babe!"

As the timer runs down, you realize you have no chance of catching up. Jake wins by a landslide, throwing his arms up in victory before turning to you with the smuggest expression. "So, about that kiss…"

You sigh, pretending to think about it before leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "There. That’s all you get."

Jake gasps, clutching his heart as if you’ve just personally wounded him. "Babe, what?! That was supposed to be a real kiss! You’re cheating me!"

"No, I’m just playing the game."

He narrows his eyes before a mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Fine. If you won’t give me my prize willingly, I’ll just have to win another game and keep trying until you do."

Before you can protest, he’s already dragging you toward another machine, laughter bubbling from his lips, his fingers laced tightly with yours.

You have a feeling you’ll be here for a while.

The next game he chooses is Dance Dance Revolution, and you immediately regret letting him pick. "Oh, you’re going down," Jake smirks, cracking his knuckles before hopping onto the platform. You cross your arms, watching as he effortlessly steps to the beat, his movements smooth and energetic.

"Wait, why are you actually good at this?" you exclaim, eyes widening as he racks up a perfect combo.

Jake grins, breathless but cocky. "Babe, I’m a performer. This is literally my element."

After the DDR match, Jake insists on trying his hand at a punching bag game. "Watch this, I’m about to set a new record!" He pulls back his arm dramatically, flexing a little too much just for show. When he finally punches the bag, the force isn’t quite what he expected. The machine gives him an embarrassingly low score. You burst out laughing. "Wow, strong man! That was… adorable."

Jake gapes at the score, then at you. "This thing is broken. Let me try again!"

Another punch, another unimpressive score. He groans, running a hand through his hair before looking at you desperately. "Babe, you have to try."

You step up, throwing a half-hearted punch—and somehow, your score is higher than his. Jake stares in disbelief before wrapping you up in a tight hug, spinning you in circles. "My girlfriend is so strong! Protect me!"

After the DDR match and the hilarious punching bag fiasco, Jake drags you toward the photobooth. "Come on, we need proof of this date."

You raise a brow. "Proof for what?"

"To show everyone that I have the cutest girlfriend in the world, obviously." He grins, pushing you inside the booth before settling beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

The countdown begins, and with each flash, Jake insists on changing the pose—one where he puckers his lips dramatically, another where he pretends to sob while you roll your eyes, and finally, the last one where he surprises you by turning your face and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek just as the camera clicks.

You barely have time to react before the photos print, and when you snatch them up, your face is already burning. "Jake!"

He beams, taking the strip from your hands. "This one’s going in my wallet. And on my phone background. And on my locker."

You shake your head, playfully shoving him. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he corrects, pressing another kiss to your temple.

By the end of the night, you both have pockets full of tickets, Jake refuses to let go of your hand, and he’s still pouting about losing some of the games. But when he tugs you into his side, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, he grins. "Best date ever. But next time, I’m winning everything. Including all the kisses."

You roll your eyes, but you know you’ll let him drag you back to the arcade anytime he wants.

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MAKE THE MYDEI x READER INTO A FULL FANFIC NOW BUDDY! what if u made mydei x reader X phainon …. heh

Ohhh I see where this is going, Phainons curiosity about Mydei's friend turning into adoration and maybe more 😉

Mydei x(fem) reader x Phainon

Mydei's secret friend (phainon taking a liking to reader)

Mydei had never been the type to let things get under his skin so easily. Annoyance, yes. Irritation, constantly. But this? This was something else. Ever since the Chrysos heirs found out about Y/N, there had been no peace.

It started with Phainon. Mydei should have expected it. The man was a relentless force of nature, a golden retriever in human form, always shoving his way into things with that damnable grin. Mydei could handle his usual antics, but this was different.

Phainon had taken an interest in Y/N. A keen, persistent interest.

“Mydei, you never told us she was so fun to be around!” Phainon had said just the other day, nudging him in the ribs with a knowing smirk.

“I didn’t tell you anything,” Mydei shot back, arms crossed as he watched Phainon and Y/N talk a short distance away. Y/N had laughed at something Phainon said, a sound Mydei was familiar with, but suddenly, it irked him in a way he couldn’t place.

And it didn’t stop there. Phainon kept showing up whenever Y/N was around. If she was out at the market, Phainon was there, carrying her bags, grinning ear to ear. If she was training, Phainon somehow found a way to join in. If she was simply walking through the city, there he was, chatting her up, acting far too familiar.

It gnawed at Mydei, deep and unrelenting. It was beyond irritation now. He felt something tight coil in his chest whenever he saw them together. It made no sense. He wasn’t possessive. Y/N was her own person. And yet, every time he saw Phainon getting closer to her, making her laugh, watching her smile at him, something in Mydei burned.

One evening, after yet another instance of Phainon keeping Y/N occupied with his relentless charm, Mydei had had enough. When she finally managed to break away and approached him, he let out an annoyed huff.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice laced with irritation.

Y/N raised a brow. “Are you upset?”

“No,” he snapped too quickly. “I just didn’t think you’d enjoy being around an idiot that much.”

Y/N smirked knowingly. “Phainon’s nice. He’s easy to talk to.”

“Talk to someone else,” he muttered under his breath, turning away before she could see the rare flash of something vulnerable in his eyes.

And as much as he wanted to ignore it, the feeling refused to go away.

It started small. Mydei didn’t even realize what he was doing at first. It was just... instinct. A need to assert his superiority over Phainon, though he would never admit it.

The first instance was at the training grounds. Y/N had stopped by to observe, completely unaware of the sudden shift in atmosphere. Mydei—normally one to fight with controlled, efficient movements—suddenly found himself putting extra effort into each strike, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Phainon, of course, caught on immediately.

“Oh? So we’re showing off today?” he grinned, rolling his shoulders before stepping forward. “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.”

What followed was an all-out display of strength, skill, and pure stubbornness. Mydei’s fists clashed against Phainon’s blade in a flurry of strikes, neither willing to back down. When Mydei created a crimson crystal barrier mid-fight to block an incoming attack, Phainon laughed and responded by amplifying his own blows with radiant energy.

Y/N clapped when the spar ended in a near-draw, completely unaware of the competitive tension. “That was impressive,” she admitted with a smile.

Mydei crossed his arms, smugly glancing at Phainon. “Of course it was.”

The next instance was in the marketplace. Y/N was carrying a bag filled with supplies, humming softly as she browsed. Before she could even ask for help, Mydei took it from her with an effortless scoff. “You shouldn’t carry heavy things,” he muttered.

Phainon, who had been watching, quickly grabbed another bag before Mydei could stop him. “You’re right, she shouldn’t. That’s why I’ll take the rest,” he said, grinning as he loaded up more bags onto his arms.

Y/N blinked between them before sighing with a small smile. “Oh, thanks! That was nice of you both.”

Neither of them acknowledged that comment.

Later, at a casual meal with Y/N, Mydei—who normally didn’t care for cooking—suddenly found himself making something for her. He placed a perfectly prepared dish in front of her and crossed his arms expectantly.

Phainon, not one to be outdone, immediately grabbed ingredients and threw together his own creation. “Try mine next!” he grinned, setting the plate down with a wink.

Y/N chuckled, unaware of their true intentions. “Wow, you both made something? That’s great! I love free food.”

Mydei scoffed. “No big deal.”

Phainon beamed. “Absolutely.”

Y/N happily ate, completely missing the pointed glances and competitive tension between the two. If they wanted to keep doing nice things for her, who was she to stop them?

Another moment happened while walking through the city. Y/N had been admiring a small trinket at a market stall, but before she could even decide if she wanted it, Mydei had already handed the merchant a coin. “Take it,” he said, handing it to her.

Phainon huffed and immediately bought another, holding it out. “Or you could take this one! It’s even better.”

Y/N, confused but amused, took them both with a laugh. “I didn’t even ask for these, but thank you!”

And then there was the time Y/N was struggling to reach a book on a high shelf at the library. Mydei casually plucked it down and handed it to her before Phainon could react. Not to be outdone, Phainon grabbed another book and said, “This one looks even more interesting, you should read it too!”

She simply smiled and accepted both, once again oblivious to their antics.

The rivalry continued in different ways—offering to train with her first, stepping ahead of each other to hold doors open, even subtly trying to one-up each other in casual conversations.

Y/N, blissfully unaware, simply enjoyed the attention, having no idea of the silent battle for her favor that raged around her.

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♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: the golden retriever puppy you were fostering had gone missing and ran into f1 driver lando norris. lando attempted calling the number on his collar, talking to a few shelters, and making some found dog signs, but he wasn’t successful in finding you. this was until you stumbled upon an instagram post of his, allowing you to reach out and have the perfect puppy meet cute.

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♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: @coff33andb00ks I hope you like it <3

-Monaco, F1 Summer Break-

There was no doubt that Lando was due for a much needed break from F1. He however did not imagine he'd be spending it with someone else.

He was walking around the Monegasque streets near his apartment when something blonde and fluffy ran straight into his legs, causing him to stumble backwards.

He caught his balance, looking towards the ground to find a golden retriever sitting at his feet.

He softly squealed as he knelt down to pet the puppy, checking its tag for information. "Your name is Oscar, huh?" he smiled, holding the dog's face in his hands. “That’s cute. I guess you're twinning with my teammate.”

He checked the back of the tag for a phone number to call, but received no answer after a few attempts.

He'd waited around that area of Monaco in case Oscar's owner had only been a few blocks away, but as time quickly passed, he had to accept that no one was going to show up.

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landonorris I found this adorable boy on my walk today in monaco. hope I can find his owner(s) soon

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charles_leclerc all my friends have dogs now 🥰

maxverstappen1 😐

charles_leclerc @/maxverstappen1 you heard me

user6 that's literally the cutest puppy I've ever seen

user8 he looks so sweet 😭

lewishamilton looks like roscoe has a lot of competition now

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user1 AWWWW

user4 🥺

-A Day Later-

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You and Lando had mutually agreed to meet up at a dog park. The minute he spotted you oscar ran and jumped straight into your arms to lick your face.

“Hey buddy,” you laughed, cuddling up to the puppy on your arms.

You held a hand out to Lando, "It's great to meet you. Thank you so much for taking care him."

"It was no problem," he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Lando melted at the adorable interaction between you and Oscar. You were smiling and scrunching your nose, petting the soft fur on the top of the puppy's head.

"I'm gonna miss him," he said.

You smiled at Lando then back at Oscar who was still cradled in your arms. You booped his snout and shifted your gaze back to Lando.

"He is a foster... maybe you'd like to consider adopting him?"

Lando's eyes lit up, "Seriously?"

You laughed softly and nodded your head.

"Yes, absolutely. I would love to adopt him."

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dean winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: dean takes you on a ‘proper date’ which apparently involves fire, sugar, and him trying to one-up you in marshmallow roasting.

⤿ warnings: fluff, banter, marshmallow chaos, sticky kisses, fire safety violations, dean being competitive over s’mores, reader nearly burning the forest down (affectionate), pre-established relationship, idiots in love.

⤿ notes: this is just soft chaos and sweet nothings by the fire. dean’s a menace. you love him anyway. thank you for reading, I hope this made you smile!

You’re halfway convinced this is just an excuse for Dean to play with fire and eat chocolate, but you’re not mad about it.

The Impala’s parked near this little clearing he found off a back road, far enough from town that it’s quiet except for the crickets and the occasional owl that hoots like it’s judging you. He’s got a fire going like it’s second nature, and you’re sitting on a worn blanket, legs stretched out in front of you, hoodie zipped halfway up, and Dean’s flannel draped over your shoulders because “you always steal it anyway, might as well make it official.”

He’s crouched in front of the fire now, focused like he’s defusing a bomb, turning a marshmallow slowly over the flames. His tongue is poking out a little in concentration and it’s so unnecessarily cute, you’re kind of obsessed.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” you note, eyebrows raised.

Dean doesn’t even look at you. “Sweetheart, if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. No charred marshmallow nonsense. I have standards.”

You lean back on your hands, grinning. “Okay, Gordon Ramsay. Impress me.”

“Oh, I will.”

A minute later, he’s stacking the marshmallow between graham crackers with a square of chocolate that’s already melting in the fire’s heat. He finishes and holds it out to you like it’s a priceless gift. “For you, m’lady.”

You snort, “I feel so honored.” as you take a dramatic bite, your eyes widen. “Oh my gosh. This is amazing.”

Dean puffs his chest like a smug golden retriever. “Told ya. Ten outta ten.”

“Okay, my turn,” you say, already grabbing your stick. “Let’s see if I can live up to your high-class marshmallow standards.”

You try to mimic what he did, but yours catches on fire almost immediately, burning like a tiny marshmallow torch.

“Whoa—oh my God—” You start flailing the stick around like you can put it out by waving. Dean’s already laughing, grabbing the stick from your hand and blowing on it dramatically until the flames die.

“You were supposed to toast it, not summon Satan,” he teases, dropping the blackened marshmallow into the grass.

“I panicked!” you cry, laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “It escalated fast!”

Dean’s grinning at you, full dimples, all bright eyes and boyish charm. He brushes his fingers through your hair quickly, like he just can’t help touching you. “You’re dangerous with a sugar stick, babe.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You still love me.”

He smirks. “That’s true. But I’m making your s’mores from now on. For safety reasons.”

You roll your eyes, but let him build another one for you anyway. This time, you feed it to him, smearing chocolate on his lip on purpose just so you can lean in and kiss it off, giggling against his mouth.

He licks his lips afterwards, and like he’s in heaven— flops back onto the blanket. “You’re killin’ me, woman.”

You crawl over and lay beside him, resting your head on his chest while he steals another marshmallow straight from the bag and pops it into his mouth. He offers you one too; no stick, no roasting, just plain and pillowy, and you take it with a happy little hum.

The stars are crazy bright, the fire’s still crackling, and Dean’s arm curls around you like he was made to fit there.

And sure, your fingers are sticky, your hoodie smells like smoke, and there’s chocolate on your jeans, but it’s still the best night ever.

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I fell in love with a golden retriever vampire...

*pairing: Idol vampire Jake x Enhypen human stylist

*trope: grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: In an alternative future, vampires and humans live together peacefully thanks to a treaty that regulates their relations. Jake is a member of the Enhypen one of the most famous groups in the world and thousands of fans are fascinated by his being a vampire but at the same time representing the most human part and golden retriever of the group, in a moment full of successes of the career of Enhypen appears in the life of Jake his new stylist. They couldn’t be more different than this: Jake is a vampire instead she is a human, Jake is a puppy in vampire format instead she thinks only of her work and is a little bit haughty and snobby, Jake loves fun and is a womanizer instead she is cynical about him and the charm of Jake does not perceive it as a beautiful thing but as a distraction. What will happen when Jake’s powers with his favorite stylist don’t work? And why is she the only one not to fall for his vampire charms…

*tags: A lot of humor, teased, jealousy, possession, Jake is a bit of a pervert, loves to touch and annoy his stylist, scenes where Jake bites his stylist, blood, unprotected sex (don't horny ppl), oral sex, fingering, a little degradation, multiple spicy scenes (pubblic), pet names (Good girl, baby) (Jackie,Golden retriever)+ 16, angst.

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(English is not my native language)

In an alternative future, vampires and humans live together peacefully thanks to a treaty that regulates their relations. Vampires are known for their unnatural beauty and superhuman abilities, which makes them highly sought after in the world of entertainment, fashion, and entertainment, especially in the world of Idols, Vampires are rarely tired and need a few hours of sleep so they are perfect for the endless hours of dance training, various events that make as models or even actors. However, despite the peaceful coexistence, there is still a subtle mutual prejudice between the two species, there is a peace treaty but things do not always go well for humans when they meet on their way vampires who have not accepted the rules of the treaty imposed by the magical world and that of the humans.

Jake, one of the members of Enhypen, is a vampire with a special power: emotional manipulation through touch. It can calm, confuse, or intensify a person’s feelings with a simple touch, an ability that makes him useful on stage but makes him appear a little weaker than others in routine everyday situations.

All 7 members have powers: Heeseung the oldest member of the group has the power of vocal hypnotism. He is the calmest and most rational person in the group, and he is often the peacemaker between Jake and the designer.

Jay can hypnotize people, controlling their minds, emotions, and thoughts with his gaze. This allows him to manipulate the actions of others and influence their thoughts. However, his power is limited when he is not emotionally balanced if he lets himself be overwhelmed by his darkest desires, or if he stands beside sensitive people.

Sunghoon has the power of super speed and is the "prince" of the group, with an elegant but competitive air.

Sunoo is empathic and can capture any emotion or tension with his natural aura, he can perceive the emotions of others without the need for physical contact. He is the first to notice the tension between Jake and the designer.

Jungwon is the first of the group to be able to transform into a bat and fly. He can also move objects with his mind. Its flying power makes it super fast, but it requires a lot of energy and can be affected by weather conditions.

Finally, we have Ni-Ki the smallest of the group has the power of mimetism (can make itself invisible for long periods). He is the most lively of the group and enjoys teasing Jake.

The studio is a chaotic mix of lights, and clothes hanging mono color with red references to remind that the Enhypen were vampires and they fed mostly blood and staff ran everywhere to prepare members for their next shooting with a well-known brand of Italian high-rise clothing. For Y/n the new designer, It was her first day and she had been waiting for a long time after finishing her studies in fashion design to work for a fashion house or to be someone’s stylist when they accepted her for a year-paid trial she felt like, she was on top of the world. Y/n she could seem reserved, a little cynical, and maybe haughty but had struggled with herself to pay for her studies and learn everything there was to know about high fashion. Y/n found himself arranging a rack of perfectly ironed leather jackets and shirts. It’s the first day with the group, and his goal is simple: do his job perfectly, show the department boss that she is good, and go away without a hitch, But she doesn't know that soon a vampire in the guise of golden retrievers would be upset all her life and all its uncertainties. Jake walked backstage like a thunderbolt, with an aura that can’t go unnoticed: bright smile, relaxed posture, eyes that seemed to sparkle with pure charm wearing fake nerd glasses, and his artificial golden hair that gave him that aura even more as a non-human person. He observed the staff, 90% of the human people whom he had known well for 4 years now, but his eyes immediately turned to her, the girl with curly copper-colored hair who was putting their jackets away. He suddenly stopped to observe her, not that it was unusual for Jake to stop and look at a beautiful girl, both in vampire TV and in human TV was routine now was represent as a lover of adventure and did not make distinctions between vampire or human girls but this time... there was something different.

Jake with a smile like a book, the usual thing he did to get the attention that he loved to receive from women approached the new stylist. «Oh, hello. Are you new? I’m Jake, nice to meet you.» Jake reached out to him because with that excuse he would have the way to touch her and feel what she felt at that moment with his magic power.

The designer heard a melodic voice coming from next to her and that voice had already been heard a billion times on TV or when she listened to their songs. " Yes, i know who you are. You’re the one who’s always late and ruining staff time, right?" Y/n looked up for a second and found himself next to Jake Sim the womanizer of the group with his slightly frizzy blonde hair, his classic smile made all the girls drool for him and his body toned for the countless hours spent in the gym and training. But after a few seconds, she concentrated back on the jackets and Jake stood for an instant speechless. She didn’t even look at him. No smile, no blush, no nod of that typical "oh my god, it’s Jake from Enhypen" reaction.

«Wow, pungent. I like girls with character. What’s your name, honey? I bet that a girl like you will have a beautiful and particular name as your coppery blonde hair and your forest green eyes» Finally you look up and stare at him with a dry look. Jake’s eyes meet yours, but something goes wrong. He can’t read your emotions, or touch you for a second and it’s as if his usual power to manipulate the charm and feelings of others has disappeared. For the first time in hundreds of years, Jake feels... normal. "If you are done flirting with me i would be happy, i have to adjust your measurements for this jacket that i think is too big for you. Please stay still and try to keep it up until I’m done with the job, then you can go flirt with the other staff girls!" Jake, a little upset, lets himself take the measurements for the thousandth time. As she takes the measurements of his bust and shoulders,he smells her perfume: sweet but with a pungent note, just like her attitude towards him at this moment.

Jake is a serial chatterbox and tries to break the silence with another of his little jokes «You haven’t told me your name yet. I am always so irresistible with all the girls that i meet, what is it you have a magical power that you are particularly impervious to my charm?» Y/n looked at the vampire in front of her and looked up, God how self-centered this boy was.

"Well, maybe fate wanted you to meet for the first time a girl who does not find you irresistible to your charm, what if your little ego as a superstar is getting weaker because for the first time especially a human does not find you irresistible?" Jake looked at you slightly with his mouth open and felt his fangs become slightly longer and his eyes get darker than they should, why was he so excited about such a conversation? The little human was teasing him and seemed not to be afraid that there was a vampire in front of her who could temper or bleed her in an instant if she would not keep her mouth shut. As she continues to work, Jake realizes that not only can’t he use his powers on her, but that his natural charm doesn’t even seem to scratch her. This irritates him... and intrigues him.

It had been more than a month since your arrival in the world of Enhypen and you were always excited to discover and have adventures with them, In that month you were flying to Spain for a festival and had been able to design 2 dresses for members one for Sunghoon and the other for Jay and the department head was greatly surprised by the sketch and also how the set of the two vampire suits came out. With the other members, you had started to become less cynical and maybe even "friendly" but with the only one who could not get a professional and friendly relationship was Jake, he always made you some jokes inappropriate about how they dressed your jeans, how he loved seeing your beautiful legs while you were wearing skirts but at the same time he teased you about how you only became touchy when you were with him or how your cheeks warmed up when he whispered things a little dirty when you made it before you went out to sing on stage or when you were measuring him for a new suit. As it was happening at this exact moment: you had helped all the members to prepare and at the same time take photos that would go later on the various Fashion Blogs of the vampire world and human ones for the clothes worn by the 7 idols.

"Jake, it’s your turn to change the outfit," You said in a dry tone, trying to keep your cool as you were putting the sketch of the dress on the electronic board. Your heart is already agitated enough when Jake is near, with that mischievous smile and aura that seems to wrap around him. Jake came in and stood before you and looked at you with a puppy smile and slightly protruding lip and smiled at you with an expression that screamed amused and teasing. «Okay, but I’m a little tired, can you help me? Never know these leather pants seem so tight and i wouldn’t want to break them!» You ignored his words and pointed to the open shirt, leather jacket, and leather pants on the stand. “Hurry up with your clothes, Jake. We’re late." The vampire looked at his watch and had 10 minutes before he left for the event and of course, decided to complicate your life. With a languid smile, he pulls his shirt right in front of you, revealing his sculpted chest. You looked at him slightly amused but you were smoking out of anger because if they found you with only a finger too much put in a strange position for the department head they would fire you instantly, you shot to not look at it and not to let them see that you were slightly embarrassed, It wasn’t the first time you saw a bare chest but Jake had seriously sexy and muscular physique at the right spot and his muscular crests that formed a perfect V made you think of things you should never have imagined.

"Really? Couldn’t you change behind the partition like everyone else? What is it you have not yet understood that i'm not fascinated by you Jake" The vampire in front of you laughed and slipped his pants from the suit and remained only in boxers in front of you, were you cursing him in all possible languages because he wanted so much to embarrass you and tease you?

«Well, where is the fun if i went to change in knowing? It’s nice to see you so cheeky looking at my beautiful physique and who knows maybe in your mind you imagine being over my legs or while licking these beautiful muscles!» You were so tired of his insolence that you threw his shirt and heard him laugh. "Jake! Put some clothes on, for God’s sake!" «You are so boring Y/n, should you relax and have fun sometimes and why do you use words like Holy Heavens? i'm a vampire, not a priest or some clerical member». You sighed, trying to ignore it. But your work came before his stupid beats so you walked up and gently took his shirt. "Put this on. Right now, Jake. Otherwise, i'll send you out in just boxers." Jake took a step towards you, getting close enough to hold your breath. «Can you help me, right? You’re the designer. Touch me as well. I don’t bite... at least not without permission.»

You stared at him trying to keep calm. "Did anyone ever tell you that you’re unbearable?" Jake laughed softly as you might get slightly touchy, but when he felt her stylist’s little fingers touching his shoulder to fix his shirt, everything changed.

As your fingers touched his cold vampire skin, you both stiffened. There is something strange: an unexpected warmth spreads under your touch, as if only with your touch could feel the heat, something as unknown to a vampire. Jake was as amazed as he was, so he laid his big hand slightly over yours where you had just stopped for the heat shock you both received.

«You...you are hot Y/n» you laughed at his bat when you pushed your hand away to button the shirt buttons. "Wow what a scientific finding you just made Jake, of course, I’m hot in my body circulates blood, i'm a human if you don’t remember" Jake shook his head, it was seriously weird what was happening. For what reason did he feel the heat while touching it? Never happened. Then, with a more uncertain smile than usual, he looked at you, and you buttoned the last button and left two open to reveal his skin and toned physique. «No, you don’t understand Y/n. I’m a vampire i should be cold for you, you shouldn’t feel heat when you touch me, that only happens...» You didn’t want to hear his stupid comments anymore so you put the clothes on and made a sign to move “Jake... You talk too much, move that the other members are waiting for you. Give a little help from the hairstylist and run into the studio" you ran away from his presence and went to the studio where the other members were already ready, you put near your cape that smiled at you and made her see all the photos you had done to the members and fortunately Jake had made hairstylist so nobody noticed anything.

The months passed quickly and Y/n always pretended not to feel what she felt every time she accidentally touched the vampire and was unaware of what he felt and went through Jake’s head. You always tried to ignore what happened every time you touched Jake, but it wasn’t easy. At first, it was just isolated episodes: a touch of the arm to fix his jacket, a contact while you were fixing his collar. But each time, that unexpected heat returned, and each time it seemed to become more intense. Jake, for his part, did everything to provoke those moments and have an excuse to feel that touch. He came deliberately, with banal excuses: "Can you fix this sleeve?" or "I need help with this zip." He did not need any help, but he wanted to feel that heat that made him crazy. This thing was noticed by his companions and not only, no more gossip or drama between him and the other girls, was seriously focused on the comeback that would be there soon Jake every weekend was in the company of some girl and instead a couple of time seemed to have no more want to touch or date other girls, the only touch he wanted and was obsessed with was Y/n.

They had all worn the various costumes for the new comeback and were preparing to shoot the new video, Jake was training with the band members, but the presence of the stylist backstage distracted him. She was there talking to another stylist while she was bent over a box full of accessories, trying to fit them into a costume they would use later for recording outdoors.

Jake watches her in secret, trying to ignore the growing desire that assailed him every time he was in the same room with her, in the same plane, in the same bar where all the employees stopped in the morning practically her smell was getting more and more into Jake’s body and soul and it was strange because he had not yet felt or tasted her blood and seemed to attract him every day More and more.

Sunghoon gave him an elbow. <<Hey, what are you doing? You’ve missed the step for the third time. We have repeated this choreography a thousand times even the walls know it by heart>>

Jake clears his throat, trying to look natural. "Nothing, I’m just tired."

Jay, who is watching everything carefully, looks at him with a suspicious look. «Tired? Distracted? You’re a vampire we don’t rest almost ever Jake, these are all excuses»

Sunghoon follows Jake’s look and immediately understands. <<Oh, i see. It’s for you, isn’t it? Your favorite designer with whom you argue from morning to night, stop staring at her because besides us other people can follow your gaze right now. >>

Jake’s eyes are up, trying to hide the embarrassment. "Don’t be silly i wasn’t staring at her. For that moment when my eyes leaned on her figure you looked where my gaze was... that’s all." Jake was embarrassed and started to torture the fur of his hands

Jay with a mischievous grin looked at Jake. «Curious? How no. Your eyes are turning dark, brother. If you don’t calm down, you’ll make a vampire scene in front of everyone.»

Hoon laughed at Jay’s joke and came even closer to Jake << Look here not to mention the tusks. They are growing you every time you approach her. Maybe it’s time to do something.>>

Jake walked away from his brothers and looked at them badly "Nothing’s happening. There’s nothing wrong if sometimes my fangs become longer, it always happens when i’m near girls is my instinct as a predator what i'm"

Jay looks at him with a piercing look, as only a vampire can do. «You know that the heat and intensity you feel are not random. If she causes you all this, she could be your soul mate and not say that you have never thought about it because it is for a good few weeks that no gossip comes out about you, i don't see you flirting with any girl, and always seem so lost in your thoughts»

Jake would like to fight back but he gets stuck. He can’t deny it, but he doesn’t even admit it. The idea that she might be his soul mate scares him more than anything else, there are so few pairs of humans and a vampire, that they were seriously banned but since the two worlds made peace and began to collaborate subspecies of marriages between vampires and humans had been celebrated but were still seen as decidedly out of place especially by older generations.

Slowly, the other members also began to notice that something was wrong. Ni-Ki in particular enjoyed teasing Jake whenever the stylist was around.

Jungwon watched the older boy’s hair get tangled up from the sensations he was feeling when he saw Y/n. "Hey, Jake, are you all right? It seems your brain goes haywire every time she enters the room." Another time Ni-Ki was in the company of the golden retriever and Y/n had spent a second showing him a newspaper of Vogue Korea where they were and Ni-Ki was wearing a dress she had designed and when he left Jake was definitely desperate because the smell of Y/n was driving him crazy.

<<Maybe we should ask her to stay a little further away from you next time. We wouldn’t want Jake to lose control and throw himself at his neck, would we?>> Jake gave the group’s little boy a hateful look and cursed him when they bit him, nobody told him how hard it could be to feel and want a person who at first did not even much with his arrogance but now he was seriously tired and would do anything to understand if Y/n was his soul mate or if it was all fruit of his sick mind because he could not have it like all the other girls.

Enhypen flew to Japan for a festival where the top 5 bands of the moment would perform, both male and female, had just finished performing after another group called Stray Kids and when he came back backstage he went to grab something to nibble on but his look after a few seconds stopped on Y/n and felt his anger grow second by second. The reason why? His stylist was chatting with another idol, for his bad luck with one of the most beautiful humans in circulation as well as Hyunjin who belonged to the Stray Kids. Hyunjin was the representation of the classic model but at the same time idol, he was enigmatic with his aura as an artist, with his hair slightly long, and with his charm fake emo. The scene was innocent: you were getting a drink and Hyunjin came to you and as gentlemanly as he was asked if you wanted to taste some Japanese snacks that he loved because he had seen you busy preparing all the members for the day and how he deduced you had eaten almost nothing, the smiles and accepted until you started talking about the more and less of the various tours that the two groups were to do and Hyunjin without malice had touched your side. After all, he wanted to take more food to the table but Jake when he saw this scene something inside him clicked.

After a while, Y/n saw Jake arrive haughtily and stand in front of Hyunjin. «Are you finished? We need her. Work to do, you know how she gets paid to be our stylist not to have conversations with other idols."

Hyunhin confused took a step back. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb. I just wanted to let her discover some snacks that we humans love so much, things you vampires can’t understand!" Y/n watched Jake tighten his hands around his jeans more and more and after a few seconds he took her away from Hyunjin until he pushed his stylist into a closet Jake looked immediately if there were cameras but that time was lucky because there were only him and the designer attached to the wall with arms crossed to the body to make them as baracer.

"What a scene, Jake. I didn’t know you were my babysitter." Jake closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again there was no longer the golden retriever version that everyone knew but perhaps a darker and maybe true version of him. «I don’t like it when you approach people you don’t know.» But who did he think he was? had no control over you.

"Oh, i see. And why? Aren’t you the one who flirts with everything that is human or not, since you are a vampire?"

Jake’s jaw is tight. He was really tired of you, of your arrogance, of how you ignored that warmth you felt too, and wanted to teach you a lesson. «Don't compare me to them. You don’t belong to this world of idols, you don’t belong to anyone... except to me.»

His words made you jump. For a moment you are speechless, and then you decide to answer him with your usual sarcasm.

"Oh, really? And since when did you decide to become possessive? I thought you were the one-night stand, and so when i listened to the gossip news every weekend they would photograph or film you with one or maybe more different girls!"

Jake stepped towards you, his face a few inches from yours «Maybe i was. But you have changed everything fucking don’t tell me that you don't feel what i feel, every time i'm near you when i touch you, i always feel that electric discharge of heat that for us vampires is almost impossible to perceive because we have no blood and no emanate heat.»

"Don’t think your movie lines impress me, Jake. I’m not one of your fans who faints as soon as you smile, I’m not fascinated by you, I don’t see in you the guy that is represented on all media and not." You didn’t finish the sentence that Jake’s lips crashed into yours, there was no hesitation, only physical need. Contact is an explosion of sensations: the heat that feels every time it touches you becomes almost unbearable, wrapping both.

You remain motionless, caught by surprise, but then you give in to the kiss, returning it with a passion that you did not think you had. Jake came even closer and lifted you off the floor and sat you down on the small table full of detergents that he dropped when he put his big hands around your ass to lean on you and then close again to him. «Baby fuck, you’re driving me crazy months i wanted to feel your lips in mine» you slightly pushed Jake away but he dived back into your lips and a little moan came out of your lips when you felt his canines close to your lip and without permission bit your lower lip lightly and when Jake saw the drops of your blood began to sucked and at the same time lifted the light shirt you had on, and when he saw you only with the bra and little drops that were pouring out of your mouth, his neck up to the breast was no longer controlled and began to lick and suck you every drop scattered in your little body around yours.

"I hate you Jake" Jake smiled when he licked and sucked the little wound he had made in your lip again, «You’ll make me crazy Y/n, this is definitely your end you will not be able to go back» you put your arms around his neck and kissed him again but this time it was you who taunted him and as he had done he bit his lip but from him no drop of blood came out but from his lips, a lot of groans and sighs of pleasure, still covered by the breast-rest to his body and at the same time you kissed desperately and after a while Jake licked the wound that had caused you with his tongue and you no longer felt pain because with his tongue could cure any injury with his powers.

You pushed him away and after a while, you pulled him to sit next to you and you put yourself on him, you didn’t know if that table would hold your weight but you didn’t care, You just wanted to feel Jake’s lips again in your body and swung slightly along its length; Jake was seriously ecstatic. Who would have thought you had so much energy and desire to ride him? As you kissed, you felt his big hands slightly cold but when they touched your body they became slightly warm, one hand was behind your back to keep you balanced, and with a single gesture he took off your bra and with the other began to tighten a breast and took his lips from the you and bent slightly to suck an bud of your breast, You were so sensitive in that part of your body and all these new discoveries about you will go all into a part of his brain where he wrote down all the things you liked and those less. Your nipples harden in the cold air but are quickly warmed by Jake’s fingers, he pinches and pulls the buds sharply, and the feeling makes you want to get aroused. He started to torture you both nipples slowly and pulled his hair slightly, "Jake pls, don’t always be a jerk with me" A grin formed on his face, and licked you and suck the bud but his canines were driving you crazy because every time he sucked them you felt more and more in contact with your skin but Jake was not a mad lunatic as some people had painted him and not you would ever do harm, so with all his patience he never let out his teeth but only his tongue.

«Fuck stop little move so on my dick or I’ll come in these pants for thousands of dollars» A little moan came out from your lips and laughed at that sentence of Jake

"That’s the point, Jake, stop calling me a little girl because I’m not one of the whores you fucked for no reason" Jake was really fucked by you, who were you really?

You wrapped your arms around his arms again and began to ride them lengthwise, and Jake leaned his head against the wall and wrapped his big hands around your hips covered in a light pull of black leggings, You were sending him off head whenever you rode his dick covered in jeans and after a few seconds he felt the flap of his pants wet and a finger intruded into your pussy still dressed in leggings and felt that you were completely wet. Fuck for the first time in hundreds of years, he came as a boy loser in his boxer shorts.

Jake drew you close to himself and pressed you to his body and he drew light circles above your leggings behind your back until he felt that you had calmed down, After a while he slightly moved away from you and took your face with his big hands and stroked your completely reddened cheeks.

"You really are a problem Jake" He smiled at you and passed his thumb around where he had bit you slightly with his canine.

«And you are mine. You know that, don’t you?»

You did not answer, but the blush on your cheeks and the look in his eyes said it all.

After what had happened in the Japanese locker, it seemed to have made Jake more and more sensitive to the scent and smell of Y/n, tried in every way to throw a few glances, to visit her even for a few minutes between breaks of some intense choreography or in the morning he always arrived first and left him in his art studio some humanoid food that loved his human like a chocolate muffin or a smoothie. His companions or in short vampire brothers were mocking him a little but they were happy that the first to have found (hopefully) his soul mate was Jake, they were also tired of seeing him always with some girl different and knew that when he would find her would see his true cub nature as they called him "the golden retriever vampire" because he always loved to cuddle, Embrace or play with all members, especially with Ni-Ki who found herself in that world of the idol at a young age.

The autumn festival was on the plan in Seoul and Enhypen was invited as guest of honor, there were many other groups both vampires and humans and they were always a little alert because so many people would be perfect for "bad" vampires, creatures who did not accept the peace treaty with humans and were always hunting for some human to bite or even worse if they felt or knew that a vampire had eyes on a human wanted absolutely to make the vampire in question suffer. Their mission is clear: hit the stylist to hurt Jake and the rest of the group, because even if Y/n was the soul mate Jake had a subtle connection with the other 6 members, and if they hurt Jake would also hurt the others in some way.

While you were putting the accessories behind the scenes, a vampire suddenly appeared in front of you with red eyes and exposed tusks. You had seen some vampires lose control and even the Enhypen sometimes showed their canines to their fans or red eyes but this vampire in front of you looked literally scary and you went a little backward, They always told you that you shouldn’t be afraid because they would hear it and they would feel even more with the heart and blood pumping more but at this moment you were really terrified until you saw his canines come out of your mouth and tried to touch you but Jake and the others immediately rushed to you.

Jay pushed you with a pussyfoot behind him, saying «Don’t dare to come near her again or even worse touch her is ours.»

Sunghoon with his usual cold, calculating, and scornful look looked at the vampire still with eyes on you << You’ve chosen the wrong target, do not allow yourself to touch her or any other person without powers, Don’t turn against me because if you don’t remember I’m of the royal family and I could send you to hell in an instant>>

Jake when he saw that it wasn’t him who had saved you or alienated you from that vampire completely lost control. With a deep growl, face the vampire who had dared to approach you. Eyes as black as darkness tusks fully exposed. In a few seconds, the danger was eliminated.

But when you watched the scene of Jake biting and maybe killing that vampire in front of you, you became terrified and looked at everyone with scared eyes, especially Jake. You walked away from Jay looked at him and cried with tears "Stay away from me! All of you! You’re monsters!"

Jake turns to you, his face still marked by anger and adrenaline, and yells «I saved you. You should be glad i got him out»

You backed away a little "From what? From other monsters like you? I don’t want to have anything to do with you, your sick world full of malice"

Your words are like a dagger for Jake. His confident smile disappeared completely, giving way to a wounded expression, and lowered his head as he watched you move away from them but above all from him, and in a low voice he said «I... I am not like them.»

Sunghoon put his hand on Jake’s shoulder and said << Jake. She just needs time. >

«And if that were not enough? for her, I’m only a monster...»

The Enhypen were training without breaks for almost three hours until a man entered the rehearsal room. He is tall and elegant, but there is a menacing aura around him. His eyes glimmer with a dark red, and every movement seems calculated. Jake recognizes him immediately.

«Rex. What do you want?»

"Quiet I’m not here to create problems I’m here to warn you."

The other members stop, the air suddenly tenses and Jay immediately stands near Jake

<< Warn him of what?>>

Rex looked at Jake "You're... human. The stylist. She attracted unwanted attention. There are vampires who do not respect the treaty, and you are an easy target."

Jake clenches his fists, his body tense. «They will not touch her»

Rex raised an eyebrow, "I hope so for you. But protecting her while she lives alone is practically impossible. It’s better if she comes live with you, at least until things calm down."

Jake remains silent for a long moment. The stylist’s words come to his mind: "You are all monsters." The thought of seeing her every day, knowing how much she fears him, makes him feel empty.

«No way.»

Jay stared at Jake << Rex is right. If something happens to her, you won’t forgive yourself. Let me convince her that you are... too involved. >>

Jake turns to Jay, face tense. «Do as you please. But don’t ask me to talk to her.»

Jay meets you at the end of a long day’s work, sitting in your studio surrounded by a pile of sketches, unfinished clothes, and several cups of coffee with deep dark circles, a sign of sleepless nights.

Jay came in unannounced << You don’t look well>> You looked up and with surprise there was Jay

"What are you doing here? You’re not the one who usually makes surprise visits."

Jay smiled slightly << For Jake it is... complicated. So I’m the one to bring you the message, he knows that i’m half human like you so he thinks i’m the perfect candidate to tell you this bomb without you getting angry or scared even more>> you looked curious Jay and made with my hands the gesture of continuing to speak.

<< You’re safe here but not at home, you have to come and live with us, at least for a while until things settle down between you and Jake>>

You raised an eyebrow "And why should I? I don’t feel exactly comfortable with you... vampires"

Jay sighs, sitting in front of her. << Look, I know you’re angry and scared. And you’re right to be. But if you don’t come with us, we can’t guarantee your protection. Rex himself said you’re a target. And trust me, you don’t want to know what happens if one of those vampires finds you. If you don’t trust others of me you can trust i have the blood that flows under my skin and a little i can understand you, so now get up that i accompany you home, You take a nice hot shower and then we prepare a suitcase and come to stay with us for a while and then when things have settled you can decide whether to go back to your house or stay with Jake>> These words make you shiver and annuities without objecting.

When you arrived at their house you were warmly welcomed by everyone... except for Jake. Every time you met him in the hallways, he would just nod cold or look at you for a moment before leaving.

One night, however, terror took over. A sudden noise woke you up, and the memories of the attack at the festival came to mind. You looked at the time and without doing it on purpose were 3 o'clock in the night the time of the devil. Trembling, you slipped out of his room and headed for Jake’s door.

Knocking slowly you felt your heart beat strong until after a few seconds the door opened and there in front of you was Jake in pajamas with black stripes, red and blue, and a bare chest; you felt the cheeks turn immediately red and married the look to his face «What do you want?»

"Can’t i sleep, can i come in?"

Jake opened the door, his impassive expression, and saw you enter his shelter

«You shouldn’t be here Y/n, the monster in front of you could bleed you dry and feed you to other monsters like me!» You watched his canines on display and a shiver ran through your body, bit your lip and you approached him and you leaned down where he was sitting in bed.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what i said. I was scared, confused, and when I saw you so angry and hurt that being me."

Jake finally looked up at you and looked at you with a bitter smile

«You said it, and you thought it. I’m nothing but a monster to you, am I?» You shook your head, unable to bear the distance that had been created between you and him by that event.

"You’re not a monster to me. You’re Jake. You’re the guy who makes me lose my patience every day, who makes me laugh when I least expect it, who looks at me as if I’m the only thing that matters in the world, who behaves a little bit of a pervert when I wear skirts or that always looks at me with that look you would like to claim yours and let everyone know! I was wrong, but... I don’t really mean it."

Before Jake could answer you kissed him. His lips were soft against hers, full of a sweetness that tried to erase the pain it had caused him, you felt immediately the heat that you had missed in those days and for a moment Jake let go responding to the kiss, but then he brusquely walked away and looked at you with those half-brown eyes with red shades.

Jake got up from his bed and put some distance away from you. «A kiss is not enough to fix everything. Not when you said those words... You don’t understand what it means to me to be seen like this by you, Y/n.»

You felt the tears burn your eyes, but he was not willing to give up.

"I didn’t understand it before but i do now. I know i hurt you, and maybe i don’t deserve your forgiveness. But... I want to make it right."

Jake stared at you, his eyes shining in the dim, full of conflict. Before he could answer you wrapped him in a sincere embrace, holding him as if it was something precious that maybe you had slowly understood that you too were feeling something for him.

"Please let me stay. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight."

Jake stood still for a long time, his body stiff against yours. Then, with a trembling breath, his arms rose and surrounded you

«You’re stubborn, you know? You drive me crazy»

You looked up, with a soft but provocative smile "I’m learning from the best golden retriever who can’t stop hugging people."

Jake laughed softly, shaking his head. His face became soft, and for the first time in those days, he seemed more serene.

«Do not make me regret this. Tomorrow when you wake up do the go away and don’t come back the girl cynical and a little haughty who loved to make fun of me, let’s discover Y/n»

You nodded against his chest, finally feeling some peace. You had been hugging for almost half an hour but after a while, you felt Jake’s belly growl with hunger and a little laugh came out of your mouths as you looked at each other, Jake broke away from you and took a small bottle of blood from under the bed and your face was at how much disgust but you saw immediately the expression of Jake become serious and maybe a little suffering? you bent slightly towards him and passed your little hand through his slightly long hair in the tuft "What’s wrong, Jake? Do you need a straw?"

Jake looked up at you exasperated «Don’t repeat Y/n, where did the sweet girl from before?» You raised your hands in surrender "I’m just saying. You’re a vampire, I thought drinking blood was like... your favorite thing."

«It’s not so simple Y/n, since i tasted yours, any blood sucks me and I have trouble feeding myself» you look at the boy next to you with a small grin

"Are you telling me that my blood is the best you’ve ever tasted?"

Jake looked at you with his little red eyes «It’s not funny.»

You said "He is a little bit. But hey, at least now I know that I’m irreplaceable for someone!"

Jake looked at you intensely and his little smile had vanished «You are much more than irreplaceable Y/n, now you sleep that it is almost 4»

The days passed and between exhausting workouts, events, and live, fan meetings the days went by quickly and even your stay in the protected villa of Enhypen continued. Jake kept teasing you and you did the same, It seemed that since the first time you slept together, embraced as two young boys who were to discover each other and not as a vampire who was afraid of losing you and a human who did not understand this thing about soul mate, But Jake that night was definitely in abstinence of something he had tasted from Y/n and wanted absolutely to possess it but at the same time did not want to scare her and be seen a "monster" from her eyes.

Jake walked into your room with quiet steps, slightly ruffled hair, and an unreadable expression on his face. You noticed it immediately: the way his eyes looked even darker than usual, the evident tension in his shoulders.

You looked up and there was a puppy-looking Jake in front of you, who was looking at you and honestly didn’t know what to do or say

"Can’t sleep, or did you miss me already? We met like an hour ago!"

Jake looked at you with his intense gaze as if he was eating with his eyes. «I can’t stay away from you.»

You were stuck for a moment, surprised by his sincerity," his voice was so serious, so vulnerable but you were literally a little bitch and loved to tease him and to hide the tension I said. " Oh, poor little golden retriever. Need a cuddle?"

Jake does not laugh. He comes slowly, until he sits on the edge of his bed, so close that you could feel the freshness of his skin. «Don’t joke, please Y/n. I need you tonight.»

His low, almost pleading tone made you shiver, you had never seen a Jake so direct and you approached him.

“Then what do you want to do, Jake? Stand there staring at me or..." You can’t finish the sentence that Jake moves suddenly, hands laying on the sides of your hips as he approaches you dangerously. His face is so close to you that he can feel his breath against your neck.

«Don’t ask me questions you’re not ready to hear answered.»

You held your breath but did not want to back out. In fact, you raised your hand and deliberately placed it on his chest, feeling his muscles tense under his shirt. "What if i was ready?"

Jake stiffens as if his words have broken something inside him. Then, slowly, he lets himself fall beside her, lying on the bed. «I don’t know if i can control myself tonight, you are too much Y/n for me.»

You’re turning towards him, a smile that plays on your lips. "Who said you had to control yourself? I thought you were a vampire, not a puppy."

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. When he opens them again, there is something different about him: a vulnerability he had never shown before. He rises up on an elbow and fixes you with such intensity that you feel your cheeks warm.

Jake said in a roaring voice, «If I bite you, everything will change. I can’t risk hurting you.»

You bowed your head, your smile became a little more provocative. "What if i wanted to risk it?"

Jake doesn’t answer. He just stares at you for an infinite moment, then slowly lowers his head towards his neck. When his cold lips touch your skin, you feel a shiver run down your back.

"It’s not you who should be afraid, it’s me." Caress his cheeks and open your neck even more

Jake makes a low sound, almost a growl that sound was incredibly sexy and you would have wanted to hear it again forever. Then, without hesitation, gently sinks his fangs into your skin.

The pain is minimal, almost imperceptible, but the heat that follows is overwhelming. You felt the blood flow to him as if he was creating a bond that goes beyond the physical. Jake groans slowly, his body relaxing while he drinks with a sweetness that he would never have expected, he sucked gently but at the same time was unbridled by the heat that produced your body and the feeling of his lips around your neck and the taste that had your exquisite blood in his mouth. When he comes off, blood gushes from his lips and his eyes are dark, almost black. He took off your slightly stained shirt and little drops went into your body but he wanted to do something even dirtier with you.

Jake in a low voice, with a trembling smile, said to you «I know now why i can’t stay away from you. It’s you. It was always you.»

You touched your neck, still a little bit dizzy and sore, and felt Jake sit on his knees in front of your bed and take off your pajamas.

«You trust me, baby? I want to make you feel good but at the same time i too» watch Jake and to hide your nervousness you talked by doing one of your usual jokes." I just made you bite my neck and suck it, I think I do, Jake!"

Jake laughed softly, a deep guttural sound, and came close to touching your pussy, but he wanted to hear it with the tongue in which he had tasted you and still tasted your blood. He took off your already wet panties and you had the pussy totally stimulated because of his canines that sucked your blood and you were terribly excited, passed his tongue in your pussy and he moaned. «You’re so wet for me eh.?» He kissed you for a few seconds the inside cosca «So wet for the guy that you said it did not fascinate you eh.?» presses his pinky on your completely wet core, rotating around your inlet without any additional pressure.

"Jake pls, I’ve been so good to you i let you bite me i need..." was starting to tease you, and this time he was the one who was ruining you not you. He took his little finger off the clitoris and suddenly started to lick a path from your entrance to your clitoris where it snaps and sucks hard. The feeling makes you tremble on your knees and you reach for a hand to get caught in his hair, pulling hard. Jake works your clitoris just as you like it and you can feel your upcoming orgasm grow but he had another thought and let his hands off your thighs and suddenly stood up and opened your eyes for the loss of his tongue on your pussy and with canines in plain sight You felt his tongue with your juices give you little kisses where he had previously bitten you, and bit you again but this time for a few seconds and the contact of his canines on the skin another time made you moan both from pleasure and pain "Jakie". Jake was ecstatic when he heard that nickname and with the blood flowing back to taste your pussy «This is the sweetest thing i have ever tasted.» Jake opened you again with one hand before collecting your slimy cum and teasing your entrance. Your back bows giving him a better access and you groan as he puts one finger and then another.

«Are you close baby?» Jake bites your clitoris and you scream as he presses the sweet gummy spot inside of you that makes you see the stars. Come strong enough to get you shed tears again, your hand pulls the vampire stronger on your clitoris before it’s too much and you have to let go. Jake walks away but not before licking you clean and letting you shudder for all the sensations you had felt.

Jake gave you his shirt and I’ll pull you to myself to never let you go because you were really his and no one else would have you.

Morning light filters through the curtains of the room, creating a soft and warm atmosphere. You wake up slowly but your first thought is not work or your daily worries but Jake.

You look at him, noticing how his body is lying beside you, his arms around you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jake’s head is gently resting on your neck where a few hours before he bit you for the first time, you put your finger where he bit you but there was no visible sting but felt when you pressed lightly that it bothered you, His warm and regular breath made your neck tingle and you had never seen it so... Vulnerable. So human.

You smiled at the sight of him who didn’t look like a vampire but as his brothers said: he looked literally like a golden retriever in person size, he was so attached to you and you passed your hand through his cheeks, and then into his slightly ruffled hair. But you wanted to tease him as he had done last night and without thinking, your hand moved slowly towards his abdomen, touching it with a light movement. Jake’s skin is incredibly smooth, and you can’t help but follow the toning muscles that relax under his hand.

Jake barely moved, a low sound coming from his lips as a shiver seemed to run through his skin. You smiled, traced his muscle ridges, and whispered "Who would have thought a vampire could look like this... peaceful."

Jake didn’t answer, but his body reacts to your touch. The breath gets heavier, and he lifts his head slightly to look at you, his eyes are a little confused when he sees you looking at their muscles and touching them. «What are you doing?»

You bent forward and kissed him on the neck, letting your lips touch his cold skin. Don’t expect the reaction that follows. Jake stiffens and an immediate heat wave runs under his skin. His hands are clenched around your hips, and he looks at you with darker eyes than before.

Jake with a rock voice said to you «I didn’t think you liked playing with fire.»

You looked at yourself with a mischievous smile in front of you "I’m not playing, Jake. And then... who said I don’t like to take risks?"

Jake stared at you intensely, his body tense and incredibly close to yours. Then, without thinking too much, he comes even closer, his hands gently caressing your face before dropping down on your neck where it stops just uncertain.

«If I kiss you... I don’t know if I can stop.»

You smile amusingly, but also slightly provocatively. "What are you afraid of losing control, Jakey?"

Jake doesn’t answer, but the tension between you is palpable. It comes a little closer, his lips touch yours, and the intensity grows. «This time I will not stop if you keep teasing me like that Y/n, think carefully because you saw my two faces the one of vampire and I’m not so kind and the one from the Jake golden retriever. What would you like if I made you mine?» You felt your cheeks warm and you put your hand in his chest and both felt that warm elliptricity between your bodies. “I’d like both of them" Jake with a moan crashed into your lips and gently leaned over the pillows and laid himself on top of you holding onto his muscles and vampire strength as you kissed, He pulled your hair and to tease you he rubbed his cock in your fine pajamas. He groans in your mouth before his big hand takes your breast and pinches your nipple.

"Jakie," groaning, throwing his head backward as he creeps into your core. He leans over to clip his lips to your intact breast, pinching you as he rolls his hips forward again.

«Fuck my little human is rubbing on my dick like a slut» You pulled his hair and with one shot he slipped your pants and you were left alone with your panties but also those ended badly when he tore them off, He stood up slowly without taking his eyes from yours and took off his pajamas and boxer shorts too. You watched Jake pass a hand on his hard, slimy cock waiting for you. He almost gave in to the feeling, his free hand wrapped around your thigh to pull you close to him. «Look at you, who is going to fuck you in a moment. The boy you couldn’t stand» he whispers, taking his tip and dragging it between your wet folds.

"Jakie pls, I need you" Jake chuckled but did not move to slip inside you and was back to tease. «God had been dreaming of this moment for months, Y/n» sliding his cock’s head back and forth from your entrance to your clitoris waving your hips crying because you needed it inside you for the first time.

As he pushes in inch by inch, both groan quite loudly "fuck it’s so nice Jackie", was trying to slow down the pace but can’t hold back with you sucking his dick off perfectly, You put your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer so as he came out again pumped on your entrance and hit your G-spot.

Jake touches the bottom by bending forward and bending down halfway before burying his nose in your neck to try to catch his breath, felt how your heart was pumping and how your blood was running at a thousand in your body and was so proud of you feeling like this; you were hers and at that moment he would have wanted to do you. You don’t know how many dirty things: like biting you and fuck you at the same time but he knew it was too much for you so he hammered his cock in your pussy again and raised your leg to make it come in more and more and at the same time started to Tease your clitoris. You were beautiful under him moaning his name and looking at him with a face he had never seen, there was no more expression of a few days ago that you told him he was a monster, This was your true expression where with just a glance could see that you were slowly falling in love with him.

Eventually pushes you over the edge, coming strong around him, your eyes swirling towards the back of his head. Muscles tense and aching as he fucks you through your orgasm, sending shivers of pleasure all over your body. The cock was a little sloppy but kept pushing until you came in full and when it came out I held my breath.

He buries his face in your neck and kisses you again and again where yesterday he had you drooling, stabilizing your breath with his low moan coming out of your throat.

«I warn you, you are now completely mine. I will not let you go.» You looked up and embraced him.

"Stop being so possessive of me, maybe you’re my Jake. But for now, know that I like you a little... but I won’t tell you everything so easily."

Jake watched you, for a moment uncertain whether to believe what you said. Then he smiled, knowing that he would have his answer in his own way with time.

«Don’t worry. I’ll show you, baby»

You didn’t answer, but your heartbeat betrayed what you didn’t want to admit: Jake had already managed to take a part of you. And neither of them knew what would happen next.

Merry Christmas🎄comments are appreciated❤️

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i loved your peter parker writing aaaa could you share every of your ideas or headcannons about peter dating stark’s daughter because that’s soooo cool

i had to physically stop myself from writing a 10 page essay on peter parker x stark!reader because i am the leader of that fanclub.

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warnings/tags: stark!reader, peter is adorable and awkward, flufffff

For this, I’m going to say that the Avengers are a big happy family and Tony and Natasha aren’t dead because Endgame didn’t happen.

Okay, now that we have that out of the way…

The first time Peter meets you, he almost dies. Not in a mission. Not from a villain. From embarrassment. Because you walked into the common room wearing an Empire Strikes Back shirt and he short-circuited. He almost said “I love you” before you even introduced yourself. Almost. He thinks about it every day.

You’re Tony’s daughter. That alone terrifies him. But you’re also smart, snarky, ridiculously pretty, and somehow nice to him? He panics. A lot. Sam teases him about it constantly. Natasha doesn’t say a word—but she watches him with a very intense “hurt her and vanish” kind of stare.

You bond instantly over nerdy things. Star Wars marathons. Building Lego sets. Competitive Mario Kart nights (he wins, you throw a pillow at him, he thinks about it for the rest of the week).

Peter is so, so obvious. He blushes when you laugh at his jokes. He tries to impress you with science facts. He once nearly walked into a wall because you smiled at him in the hallway. Tony notices. Tony absolutely notices.

Tony is deeply skeptical at first. “Spider-Boy? Really?” “It’s Spider-Man, actually—sir. Mr. Stark. Uh—Tony. No, I mean yes, sir—”

You immediately started teasing Peter the second you realized he was crushing on you. “Hey, Spider-Boy. You always blush this hard when someone compliments your webbing?” He short-circuited. Nat cackled in the background.

When Peter finally confesses, it’s clumsy and fast and heartfelt. “I—I like you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. You’re smart and kind and you make fun of me in ways that make me feel loved and—and you’re you and—” You kiss him. He forgets his own name.

You two get caught sneaking around the Compound constantly. Tony installed ten extra cameras. Natasha disabled all ten. “She’s got taste, Stark,” Nat told him, sipping her coffee. “Could’ve picked some idiot in LA. Instead she went for the one with a conscience.”

But eventually, Tony softens. Because he sees the way Peter looks at you—like you hung the damn stars. And he sees the way you look back. So Tony gives Peter the Talk. It lasts exactly 41 minutes and includes the phrases:

“If you hurt her, I will build a satellite laser and name it after you—then fire it at you.”

“Do you know what emotional damage looks like under a microscope? I do.”

“Say ‘yes sir’ one more time and I’m revoking your suit.” Peter sits through all of it nodding like a scared golden retriever.

You love teasing him. “What’s the matter, Parker? Web-fluid low or just distracted by greatness?”

You go full nerd together.

Rewatch Rogue One and cry every time.

Stay up late building a Millennium Falcon Lego set while sipping juice boxes like 5th graders.

Battle each other in Smash Bros. and nearly break the couch when you tackle him after a win. It’s the kind of love that makes your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Tony sees it all. The way Peter looks at you like you're the last miracle in the world. The way you rest your head on his shoulder like you trust him. And yeah, Tony's terrified. But he's also… proud. Because Peter’s exactly the kind of person he hoped you'd love one day.

Peter is constantly trying to impress you. You offhandedly mention you like galaxies? He makes you a custom mini star projector. You say you’re hungry? He learns to make your favorite snack from scratch. One time he almost passed out from dehydration during a mission because he gave you his water bottle.

You steal Peter’s hoodies. All of them. He never complains, but every time you wear one, he short-circuits a little. “You know, that was my favorite—wait, never mind. You look really cute. Carry on.”

You and Peter share one of those dumb secret handshakes. No one else understands it. Sam tries to mimic it once. Breaks a lamp.

Peter’s phone background is a photo of you asleep on his shoulder during a movie. He stares at it at least once a day. When he’s stressed. When he misses you. When Ned catches him zoning out and yells, “Dude, that’s the tenth time today.”

Tony absolutely spies on your dates at first. Security footage. Audio logs. Probably a drone or two. You find the feed. Change it so it plays Shrek 2 on loop. Tony doesn’t speak to you for 48 hours. Peter buys you flowers out of sheer awe.

When he’s overwhelmed, he goes straight to you. Doesn’t even have to say anything. Just puts his head in your lap, mumbles, “Too much.” You run your fingers through his curls and hum Star Wars music softly until he settles.

You and Peter prank the other Avengers constantly. Replaced Sam’s Redwing with a drone shaped like a duck. Programmed FRIDAY to refer to Bucky as “Captain Eyeliner.” Once convinced Clint that the Compound was haunted using Bluetooth speakers and spooky whispers.

Peter memorized your laugh. He knows exactly what kind of jokes earn the snort. Which shows get the wheeze. He collects them like rare treasure. Stores them behind his ribs where it’s safe.