#me: i can totally draw this in one hour yeah

[sunshine-lux]

I Love You (ii.)

summary: yelena has a tendency to run when things start feeling too good to be true. and with valentina involved? yelena will do anything to keep y/n safe. even if it means pushing her away.

pairings: Stark!reader x yelena belova

warnings: some angst (oops), mentions of blood, y/n has a mini panic attack, slight cursing, like one or two mentions of sex, f!reader. i think that's it!

word count: 6.6k

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Y/N sat curled up at the foot of the bed, legs tucked under her, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. Her phone buzzed silently on the comforter beside her.

She finally gave in. Picked it up. Scrolled through.

40 unread messages from: Quino 🦅

Y/N blinked. Then winced. “…Shit.”

She tapped to open them.

QUINO: Y/N/N call me QUINO: Y/N/N you there?? QUINO: Did you land??? QUINO: SAM KNOWS QUINO: SAM IS ON HIS WAY TO NY QUINO: GET OUT OF THE HOTEL QUINO: Y/N/N I KNOW YOU MUTED ME QUINO: UNMUTE ME QUINO: I SWEAR IF HE GETS THERE FIRST— QUINO: ok but also look at this cat meme tho 🐱

Y/N let out a strangled half laugh and hit the call button.

He picked up instantly. “Y/N—”

“I know. I know. I got caught.”

“Yeah,” Joaquin said, “no shit. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”

“I had you muted,” she admitted.

There was a beat of silence.

“…Seriously?”

“You kept sending me memes! You flooded my notifications!”

“Okay, but did you see the one with the duck in the suit—”

“Quino.”

“Right. Sorry. You okay?”

She exhaled, flopping back onto the bed. “Not really.”

“Did he yell?”

“No,” she said. “Worse. He was calm. And Pepper was there.”

Joaquin winced. “Oof.”

“We were on call and I walked in talking about how tall Morgan is. Like a goddamn sitcom.”

“Please tell me you didn’t make the gamma juice joke.”

Y/N covered her face with both hands. “Oh, I did.”

He laughed— soft and warm, never mocking. “Classic Stark.”

There was a pause.

“Did you tell him?” she asked quietly.

“No.”

She breathed out.

“He just— he knew,” Joaquin said. “I think it was the moment you said, and I quote, ‘Yelena has great hair, amazing posture, and is surprisingly funny.’”

Y/N groaned. “I did not.”

“You so did. And then you defended her for like five minutes. Sam’s been watching you spiral in real time since then.”

“I wasn’t spiraling.”

“You flew across the country to make out with a maybe villain.”

Y/N sighed. “She’s not a villain.”

“I know,” Joaquin said gently. “But she’s not ours, Y/N/N. And Sam’s not mad you like her. He’s upset you didn’t trust him with it.”

She stayed quiet.

“You’re not cut off,” he added. “You’re not fired. You’re just benched. Until Sam calms down. Which he will.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re you.”

That made her throat close up a little.

Before she could reply, the door suddenly flew open.

“Y/N/N!”

Morgan Stark, eight years old and a total menace, came barreling into the room with glitter on her forehead and a juice box in her hand.

“I painted a unicorn and I named her after you and I want waffles and mom said no but you’re cool and you’re gonna say yes, right?”

Y/N blinked.

Joaquin, on the other end, said faintly, “…Was that an air raid?”

“worse,” Y/N muttered, staring at the chaos incarnate that had just dive bombed her lap.

Morgan grinned. “Who are you talking to? Is it your boyfriend?”

Joaquin choked. “No—”

“I hear a boy talking,” Morgan gasped dramatically. “CAN I SAY HI? WHO IS IT—”

Y/N hung up.

She flopped backwards on the bed as Morgan climbed up next to her, holding up a sparkly unicorn drawing.

“Save me,” she muttered into the pillow.

Morgan leaned down and whispered conspiratorially “I’ll get you chocolate if you let me draw hearts on your arm.”

Y/N sighed. “Deal.”

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Yelena was alone in the hallway just outside her room, head against the cool wall, thumb hovering over the text on her phone.

STARK: made it safely. but something happened. not bad… just complicated. I’ll explain later?

Yelena read it three times. She didn’t reply. Not yet.

She could still smell Y/N’s perfume on her shirt. Could still feel the ghost of that last kiss on her lips. The way she said, “I’ll see you before I go,” like it was a promise. Like she meant it.

Yelena wanted to believe she had.

She was about to start typing—

“Rough morning, darling?”

Yelena’s fingers froze mid text.

Her spine went rigid.

She turned.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine stood a few feet down the hall, dressed like she’d just stepped off a private jet from Milan— dark plum lips, oversized sunglasses pushed up into her curls, and a silk coat.

She smiled like they were old friends.

Like she hadn’t just shattered the quiet.

“Or was it a good morning?” Valentina added with a coy tilt of her head. “You look… relaxed. That’s rare.”

Yelena’s phone dimmed in her hand.

She slid it into her back pocket without a word.

Valentina took a step closer. “I came to brief you. We have movement. Something’s coming out of D.C. Some… Wilson adjacent noise.”

Yelena’s jaw clenched.

Valentina’s eyes twinkled, like she was trying to look casual. But this was never casual.

“And I’d love to get your read on it, Yelena,” she added. “Since you’ve always had such sharp instincts.”

Yelena didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

“Of course,” she said evenly.

Valentina paused in front of her, pretending to fix the cuff of her glove.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” she said. “More… internal. Not like you.”

Yelena blinked, slow and cool. “Maybe I’m just tired of hearing my own voice.”

“Mmm.” Valentina smiled wider. “Or maybe someone’s been whispering something else in your ear.”

Yelena felt her pulse spike but her face didn’t change.

She wouldn’t give Valentina the satisfaction.

Because Valentina didn’t know.

Not yet.

Not about her.

“Walk with me,” Valentina said breezily, already turning.

Yelena followed.

But her fingers itched for the phone in her back pocket.

For the message that was still unanswered.

For the one person who made this world feel… less cruel.

The meeting room on the 14th floor was sleek, sterile, and bathed in unnatural white light. No windows. Just glass, chrome, and the low hum of classified tension.

Yelena sat at the far end of the table, arms crossed, legs kicked out with practiced nonchalance. Her expression unreadable. Her body language slightly off.

Across from her, Valentina tapped her nails against a tablet.

“The Stark girl,” she began. “She’s on the radar now. Not that she wasn’t already. But this gala? Something shifted.”

Yelena didn’t blink.

“She’s playing at something,” Valentina mused. “Cute, really. No formal training, no security clearance, and yet— somehow— she’s in every room I care about.”

Yelena looked bored. But her jaw was clenched too tight.

“Do you think she’s dangerous?” Valentina asked casually, looking up.

“She’s a Stark,” Yelena said flatly. “They’re always dangerous.”

Valentina smiled. “Yes, but you would know better than most, wouldn’t you?”

Yelena’s eyes flickered— just once.

Valentina caught it.

“And yet,” she continued, circling the table now, slow and deliberate, “you didn’t report much on her. Aside from the usual Stark mannerisms— charming, bratty, smarter than she looks, but tragically undisciplined.”

Yelena said nothing.

Valentina leaned on the back of her chair, fingers drumming lightly.

“She likes attention. But I wonder— do you think she enjoys playing this game? Or is she just a little girl still trying to prove something to her father’s ghost?”

Yelena turned her head slowly, meeting Valentina’s gaze. “What does it matter?”

Valentina straightened, grinning.

“Because people like that make mistakes.”

Yelena didn’t respond. Not verbally.

But her fingers, which had been curled into her sleeves, twitched slightly.

And Valentina saw that, too.

She slid the tablet across the table, stopping just short of Yelena’s elbow.

On the screen played a surveillance still. From the gala.

It was grainy, but clear enough. Yelena and Y/N. Standing too close. Y/N’s hand brushing Yelena’s wrist.

Valentina’s voice dropped, almost amused. “She looked very… interested in you.”

Yelena’s blood ran cold.

Valentina tilted her head. “Did she say anything useful?”

Yelena kept her eyes on the screen. “No.”

“Hm.”

Valentina circled again, coming to sit across from her.

“You know,” she said gently, “you’re my best. You’ve earned that. So I trust your judgment.”

A pause.

“But if there’s something I should know— something you’re holding back—”

“There isn’t,” Yelena said, calm but sharp. “I gave you everything.”

Valentina leaned back in her chair, smile tight.

“I hope so,” she said.

“Because I’d hate to think my favorite has gone soft.”

Yelena didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Didn’t blink.

The tension in the room stretched like a wire.

Finally, Valentina stood again, already bored.

“Well. I’m off. Lunch with a senator who thinks I’m still sleeping with his chief of staff. Wish me luck.”

She strolled toward the door, heels clicking.

Just before she left, she called over her shoulder

“Oh and if the Stark girl does reach out… let me know.”

The door shut.

And Yelena was alone.

Only then did she pull her phone from her pocket.

Her thumb hovered over the message again.

STARK: made it safely. but something happened. not bad… just complicated. I’ll explain later?

Yelena stared at it.

Then, slowly, she typed:

I hope you’re okay.

Deleted it.

Typed again:

You don’t have to explain anything.

Deleted it again.

Typed:

When can I see you?

She stared at that one the longest.

And didn’t send it.

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“Mr. Captain America,” Morgan announced with a suspicious squint, fork halfway to her mouth, “when are you recruiting me to be on your team?”

Sam blinked. “What—?”

“I heard you said you need a team. So.” She paused, stabbing a carrot. “When are you asking me to join you and my sister?”

Across the table, Y/N tried (and failed) to muffle a laugh behind her wine glass.

“I, uh— okay, first of all,” Sam stammered, pointing his fork, “you sound exactly like your sister right now, and I don’t like it.”

Morgan grinned. “Thank you.”

Pepper arched a brow. “That wasn’t a compliment, sweetheart.”

“But it was earned,” Y/N said, proud. “Look at her go. A menace in glitter.”

Morgan beamed. “Just like you.”

Sam shook his head, already dreading what kind of chaos this kid was going to unleash when she hit high school.

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The sun had dipped low. The lights inside were soft and golden. Y/N leaned against the balcony railing, watching the city flicker below.

Sam joined her with a quiet breath. “She’s getting sharp.”

“She’s becoming terrifying,” Y/N said fondly. “I love that for her.”

A beat of silence.

“Thanks for staying for dinner,” she added.

“I needed to. After everything.”

Y/N nodded. She knew what was coming.

And she didn’t run from it.

Sam looked out over the skyline, then down at the glass in his hand. “I was disappointed, Y/N/N.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t lie to hurt anyone. I get that. But after everything that happened with Bucky, after Valentina— we’ve all been on edge. And you know that. You know I don’t throw trust around lightly.”

“I do,” she said quietly. “I do know that.”

“I just—” He sighed. “You’re like family now. You and Joaquin both. I have to be able to count on you.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, turning toward him. “I should’ve told you. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I just didn’t know what it was yet. And I didn’t want to use her. Or turn her into a source. That felt… wrong.”

Sam studied her face. “Do you like her?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

A long pause.

“Do you think she’s good?”

She looked him dead in the eyes. “I know she is.”

Sam’s jaw flexed. “She works for Valentina.”

“She hates working for Valentina,” Y/N said. “She told me everything. The way Valentina twisted the team into a media brand. How none of them knew what they were really signing up for. Yelena said it’s all a scam. She’s been trying to figure out how to leave.”

Sam absorbed that in silence.

“I get why you’re worried,” Y/N said. “But I trust her. And she’s not asking me to pick sides. I’m not asking you to trust her, either. Just… trust me.”

Sam ran a hand over his jaw.

“I don’t like it,” he admitted. “I’d rather you weren’t involved with anyone on that team. But…”

He looked over at her, eyes softening.

“…you can’t help who you love.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “That’s a strong word.”

Sam smiled faintly. “You’re a Stark. You love loud. Just like your old man.”

She laughed a little, eyes glinting. “Don’t say that. He’d cry if he heard you say that.”

Sam shrugged. “Good. Let the ghost weep.”

They stood there for a long moment, the city humming around them.

Then Sam bumped her shoulder lightly.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “Just don’t leave me out again, okay?”

“I won’t,” Y/N promised. “Swear on Morgan’s waffles.”

“Oh damn. That’s serious.”

Y/N grinned. “I told you. Fear her.”

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Y/N had just finished braiding Morgan’s hair when her phone buzzed beside her on the nightstand.

YELENA: Can we talk?

Her heart flipped, already in motion. Of course. Always.

It wasn’t a call. It wasn’t even a long message.

Just a location pin.

A quiet rooftop in Brooklyn.

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Yelena was already waiting when Y/N arrived— black jacket zipped up to her chin, hair pulled back, boots planted at the ledge. Her posture was coiled. Distant.

Y/N stepped into the glow of a nearby security light, something cold already blooming in her chest.

“Hey,” she said gently, a little breathless. “Everything okay?”

Yelena didn’t turn around.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said.

Y/N blinked. “I— I thought you wanted—”

“I mean you shouldn’t be with me.”

And just like that— Everything dropped out from under her.

Y/N took a step forward. “Yelena—”

“You’re not safe around me,” Yelena said, louder now. “And you know it. Deep down, you know.”

Y/N stared at her. “What happened? Why are you saying this to me?”

Yelena finally turned, her expression hard. Controlled. Like she’d been rehearsing this.

“Valentina knows,” she said. “Or she will soon. And the second she finds out how much I care about you, you’ll be used. Watched. Turned into something to hold over me.”

Y/N shook her head. “We can be careful. We are careful.”

“No, we’re not,” Yelena snapped. “You leave trails. You talk to me like I’m yours. You look at me like I’m something good— and I’m not. I was made to hurt people like you.”

Y/N flinched. “Don’t do that. Don’t erase everything we’ve shared just to scare me away.”

“I’m protecting you.”

“No. You’re running.”

That stung. Because it was true.

Yelena looked away.

“I told you I wanted this,” Y/N said. “I chose this. I chose you. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Yelena’s jaw locked. “It means I should’ve walked away before it got this far. I should’ve never sent you that phone.”

Silence.

The wind picked up, sharp and slicing.

Y/N swallowed hard. Her voice, when she found it, was soft and cracking. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna push me away? Pretend I mean nothing to you?”

Yelena didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

Just stood there like a ghost with blood on her hands.

“I thought you were brave,” Y/N whispered.

Yelena’s breath caught. Her entire face shattered, just for a second but it was enough.

Then she turned back toward the ledge.

And said quietly, “Go home, Y/N.”

Y/N stood there a moment longer, willing her feet to stay. Wishing she could reach her again.

But she didn’t beg.

She turned and left.

And Yelena stayed behind. Alone.

Just like she always expected.

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Y/N was curled on her side in bed, one arm under the pillow, the other holding up her phone as it rang.

She sniffled hard and wiped at her face.

The screen lit up. FACETIME: CONNECTED.

Joaquin’s face filled the screen, backdropped by the dim yellow light of his room at the D.C. base. He looked half asleep until he really saw her.

“Y/N/N.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh. “I look so hot right now, huh?”

He frowned. “What happened?”

She blinked fast, trying to hold it in but it spilled anyway. Tears down her cheeks, her breath catching in little hiccups.

“she ended it.”

Joaquin’s eyes softened instantly. “Oh, Y/N/N…”

“She said she was protecting me. That I’m better off without her. That I don’t belong with someone like her.” Her voice cracked. “And maybe she’s right.”

“No, she’s not.”

“I feel so stupid for crying over this,” Y/N muttered, dragging a sleeve across her face. “I knew she was gonna pull away. I knew she’d try to shut me out. She warned me.”

“Still doesn’t mean it hurts any less,” Joaquin said gently.

She curled in tighter, lips trembling.

“I really liked her, Quino. Like… really liked her. I don’t even know when or how it happened.”

He watched her for a moment.

“Do you want me to fly over?”

“I don’t think Pepper would love that.”

“She adores me.”

“She adores Morgan. You’re just the guy who brings glitter slime and takes her flying around the lake.”

There was a pause. He gave her the softest smile.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he said. “You’ve got a whole support team. Me, Sam, Pepper, Morgan…”

And almost like the she heard her name—

The door creaked open.

Y/N turned just in time to see a tiny head peek through. Morgan, in pink pajamas with little unicorn rockets, clutching her favorite stuffed llama.

“I heard you crying,” she said, not blinking. “Who do I have to fight?”

Y/N laughed through a sob.

Joaquin grinned. “She’s so scary.”

Morgan marched into the room with pure Stark boldness, climbed into bed, and wedged herself under the blanket beside Y/N. “Was it a boy?”

“A girl,” Y/N whispered.

Morgan nodded. “Then she must be extra dumb.”

Y/N smiled, finally, as Morgan snuggled in closer and patted her arm. “It’s okay,” she said. “I cry about my Build-A-Bear sometimes.”

Joaquin laughed quietly.

“See?” Y/N said, turning the camera toward Morgan. “World’s smallest hitman.”

“Exactly,” Morgan whispered. “I’ll keep you safe. Daddy said we need to stick together.”

Y/N’s heart cracked wide open.

She looked back at Joaquin, eyes glassy but warmer now.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Always,” he replied.

She set the phone down. Curled into Morgan’s side. And for the first time that night, let herself exhale.

Morgan reached over and took her hand.

The room went still.

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The tower was quiet. Lights low. Somewhere upstairs, a TV was still murmuring in someone’s room. But down here— it was just Bob.

He stood barefoot in the kitchen, stirring something fizzy in a mason jar, humming off key to a song.

Yelena stepped in, shoulders hunched, wind still clinging to her.

Bob looked up, surprised but not startled.

“Hey,” he said gently, holding up the jar. “Homemade ginger ale. Wanna try?”

She stared at him for a second.

Then crossed the room and took it without a word.

They stood there for a moment, the quiet pressing in.

“You okay?” Bob asked.

Yelena didn’t answer right away.

“No.”

Bob nodded like that made sense.

“I ended it,” she said softly.

He didn’t say anything. Just waited. Listened.

Yelena stared into the drink in her hands like it might offer an escape.

“I was seeing someone,” she said. “For a while. Quietly. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. But…”

She stopped.

Bob leaned against the counter.

“I noticed,” he said, voice soft. “You’ve been… lighter. Not happy, exactly. But almost. Like something was working.”

Yelena let out a breath, almost a laugh. “It was. Until I ruined it.”

Bob tilted his head. “Wanna tell me who it was?”

She hesitated.

And then– “Y/N Stark.”

Bob blinked.

“…wait. Y/N Stark??”

Yelena winced. “Yeah.”

He blinked again, stood straighter. “Oh. Shit.”

She waited for the judgment. For the lecture. But instead Bob just rubbed the back of his neck and let out a soft, stunned laugh.

“No—I —I get it.”

Yelena looked at him, suspicious. “You do?”

He nodded. “She’s like… a ray of sunshine with a knife under her sleeve.”

That startled a laugh out of her.

Bob smiled. “And you— you’re like a thundercloud trying to hold back a big storm.”

She rolled her eyes. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I get it. Stark is… different. And you're not the first person who’s ever been scared of getting something good.”

Yelena went quiet again.

“I told her it wasn’t safe to be around me,” she murmured. “That I wasn’t good. That she should stay away.”

Bob didn’t answer right away.

He just reached over and gently took the jar from her hands.

“You said all that to protect her?”

She nodded.

Bob shrugged. “Then maybe you didn’t ruin it.”

Yelena scoffed. “You think she’s just waiting for me to come crawling back?”

“I think,” Bob said calmly, “if you meant something to her— you still do. And if she meant something to you, maybe next time… don’t run.”

Yelena stared at the counter, breathing slow.

Bob set the ginger ale down.

Before leaving, he paused at the door.

“I won’t say anything,” he said. “And if you ever wanna talk again—”

“I won’t,” she interrupted.

He smirked. “Cool. Just putting it out there.”

And then he was gone.

Yelena stood there in silence.

Until finally, she whispered to herself,

“…ray of sunshine with a knife.”

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The town car was already waiting in the driveway.

Pepper stood by the open door, arms crossed gently, watching her girls say goodbye.

Y/N knelt to Morgan’s level, zipping up the tiny backpack Morgan insisted she needed “just in case I go with you and we break into the white house.”

“Please don’t actually sneak into the White House. I know you have access to my credit card, don’t go buying a plane ticket.” Y/N said.

Morgan grinned. “I would never.”

“You literally googled the floor plan last night.”

“I like to be prepared.”

Y/N hugged her tight. “You’ll visit this summer?”

Morgan nodded furiously. “I wanna go to the Smithsonian. And maybe accidentally threaten Joaquin and ask for a raise.”

Y/N laughed. “You don’t work for him.”

“Yet.”

Pepper stepped in with a fond sigh. “Okay, baby genius, time to let your sister go.”

Morgan gave Y/N one more squeeze before Pepper took her hand.

“I’ll be back soon,” Y/N promised.

Pepper smiled. “We know. We always wait for you.”

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Sam sat beside her, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh.

The ride was quiet. Not tense, just… thoughtful.

Outside the window, the suburbs of upstate New York blurred past, green and bright and alive. Y/N leaned her head against the glass.

Sam glanced at her once. Then again.

“You know… when you’re ready, I’d like to meet her.”

Y/N blinked. Turned to him.

And gave the softest, saddest smile.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she said. “She ended things last night.”

Sam paused. 

“…Y/N/N.”

“It’s okay,” she lied quickly. “Really. I— I think I get it. It’s not an easy world to let someone into. Especially when you think they deserve better.”

Sam frowned. “You do deserve better.”

“No,” she said, staring out the window again. “I just deserved the truth. And I got it.”

They were quiet again for a moment.

Then Sam reached over and gently squeezed her hand. He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have to.

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The room is dim. Morning light leaks through the blinds in thin gray stripes. The only sound is the faint buzz of a phone vibrating against the bedside table.

Yelena sits on the edge of the bed, hair still damp from a shower she barely remembers taking. She’s half dressed, one boot on, the other in her hand, as she paused in the middle of getting ready.

The burner phone lights up again.

She doesn’t move at first. Just looks at it.

The screen glows. The message preview is short.

STARK just landed back in d.c. i just thought you should know. bye now.

Yelena stares.

She swallows hard. Thumb hovering but not touching.

No emoji. No signature. No softness.

Just… final.

She wants to reply. God, she wants to say something.

Anything.

But she doesn’t.

She just slips on the boot. Stands. And walks away from the phone without ever unlocking it.

Behind her, the screen fades to black.

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The door slammed harder than it needed to.

Y/N dropped into the chair across from Joaquin, arms folded, sunglasses still on even though they were inside.

Joaquin looked up from the tablet he was pretending to read.

“Okay… judging by the dramatic entrance and emotionally unavailable look on your face, I’m gonna assume the flight was fun.”

Y/N slowly pulled her sunglasses down her nose and glared at him. “We had sex. And she still ended things with me.”

A beat.

Joaquín blinked. “You what??”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re focusing on the wrong thing, Torres.”

“No, no— I need you to circle back real quick because you said it like it was a throwaway cut scene and not a major plot point.”

Y/N groaned, tossing her sunglasses on the table. “I opened up to her, Joaquin. Like fully. No sarcasm. No ego. No walls. And then she just…” She snapped her fingers. “Cut me off like I was a liability.”

He winced.

“That makes me feel used. And kind of— gross. Like— like I’m some sparkly distraction she wanted until the guilt kicked in.”

“Y/N/N—”

“And I know it’s not fair to think that. I know she’s messed up and scared and probably doing the whole ‘if you love them, let them go’ thing or whatever but like… maybe don’t sleep with someone if you’re planning on ghosting them twenty four hours later?”

Joaquin leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Do you want me to find her and give her a firm but respectful talking to?”

“I want you to hack her playlist and replace all her songs with breakup anthems.”

“So… Red by Taylor Swift. Got it.”

She let out a small laugh— barely. But it was there.

“God, I feel pathetic.”

“You’re not.”

“Am I though?” She slumped back. “Should’ve just kissed you and gotten it over with.”

Joaquin raised both eyebrows. “Oh, I’m the rebound now?”

She gave him a look. “Shut up.”

“I will not shut up. If I’m not your number one, this cannot work. I deserve to be someone’s first draft pick, Stark.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re deflecting.”

Y/N groaned again, louder this time, and covered her face.

Joaquin leaned back in his chair, smile softening. “Hey.”

She peeked at him through her fingers.

“You’re not dirty. Or stupid. Or pathetic,” he said. “You just loved someone who wasn’t ready to be loved the way you do it.”

Y/N lowered her hands.

“You love big,” he added. “It’s kind of annoying, actually. Like it gets everywhere.”

“Like glitter?”

“Exactly. But, like… glitter with feelings. Weaponized glitter.”

She let out a choked laugh. “Okay, ew.”

“But you’re gonna be fine. Because you’re you. And eventually, Yelena’s gonna realize what she let go of. Probably while crying in a dark corner somewhere.”

“You think she’s crying?”

“I hope she’s crying. If she’s not crying, I’ll be offended on your behalf.”

Y/N smiled, a little less broken this time.

“Thanks, Quino.”

“Anytime. Except if you ever try to kiss me for real. Then I’m calling Sam and telling him you broke our coffee machine.”

Y/N grinned. “Rude.”

“Effective.”

They sat in silence for a beat.

Joaquin reached across the table and flicked her sunglasses back toward her. “Put these back on, Stark. You’ve got dramatic monologuing to do.”

“Oh, I’m already halfway into my revenge dress arc.”

“God help us all.”

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Y/N hasn’t heard from Yelena in ten days.

So naturally, she does what any Stark would do. She weaponizes the silence.

By the end of the week, Y/N Stark is everywhere. Front rows at fashion week. Private dinners with designers. Charity galas hosted by billionaires who don’t even know what they’re fundraising for. There’s a spread in Harper’s Bazaar where she’s lounging in vintage Dior, captioned “America’s Sweetheart, Rebranded.” Paparazzi catch her stepping out of a black car in So Kate heels and sunglasses at midnight. There’s a new interview in Forbes, where she’s announced as one of the “Top 30 Innovators Under 30,” speaking coolly about sustainable tech investments, next gen clean energy modules for Stark Industries, and her working partnership with Sam Wilson.

Yelena reads it all.

Watches as Y/N dazzles the press, turning every headline into a love letter to her brilliance. One article calls her "The Iron Legacy with a Diamond Smile.” Another just reads: “Y/N Stark: Beautiful, Brilliant, Unbothered.”

Yelena clenches her jaw and flips the magazine shut. Because no matter how hard she tries not to look— she can’t stop seeing her.

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The sound of fists hitting the punching bag echoed through the training room like gunshots. Over and over. No breaks. No gloves. Just bloodied knuckles and pure, stubborn adrenaline.

Yelena had been at it for an hour.

Maybe two.

It had been like that every day since she broke things off with Y/N. Yelena would get in the gym early in the morning. Train obsessively, more aggressively than usual. 

Bob lingered in the doorway longer than he meant to, shifting awkwardly on his feet, clutching the Gatorade bottle he'd brought down as an excuse. The rest of the team had started asking him questions. Quiet ones at first— concerned glances, hesitant mentions after debriefings.

“She okay?” “Hasn’t eaten with us in days.” “She looks like she’s trying to fight her way out of something.”

They weren’t wrong.

He walked in slowly, careful not to startle her. "Hey," he said gently, holding the bottle out like a peace offering. "Thought you might need this."

Yelena finally looked at him. Her face was flushed, jaw tight, but there was something else behind her eyes. Something cracked open.

She let out a breath. Shaky.

“She’s everywhere.”

Bob blinked. “Y/N?”

Yelena nodded once. “Magazines. Newsfeeds. Walking out of parties. Acting like nothing happened.”

Her voice dipped lower.

“She’s everywhere and she’s doing it on purpose.”

Bob was quiet.

Yelena stared down at her knuckles. “I thought letting her go would make it easier.”

He waited a beat, then asked softly,

“Did it?”

Yelena swallowed hard. Shook her head.

“No.”

Yelena didn’t say another word. Just put the bottle down and turned back to the punching bag.

Five hits. Each one sharper, harder, angrier than the last.

On the fifth, the bag snapped at the top with a loud crack, swinging off its chain and hitting the floor with a thud.

Blood dripped down her hand, knuckles split wide open.

“Jesus, Lena,” Bob stepped forward, hands up like he could fix it. “That’s like the third one this week. Ava’s worried you’re gonna break your wrist again.”

She didn’t answer him. Didn’t flinch.

She grabbed a towel off the bench and wrapped it around her hand, dragging it down her arm to clean the slow trail of red.

When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter. Raw. “It’s not fair.”

Bob stayed still, watching her carefully.

Yelena clenched her jaw, still not looking at him. “Every time I get close… every time it feels like maybe life isn’t just pain and orders and pretending to be someone else— it gets taken away.”

She sat down, towel clenched in her fist now. “First it was the Red Room. I was a kid. All I wanted to do was play soccer and help people. Stupid, right?”

Bob didn’t speak.

“They turned me into something else before I even knew what I was supposed to be.” Her voice shook. “And then my sister. I got her back, just for a second. Just enough to remember what family felt like. And then she was gone.”

Yelena looked up, eyes red but dry. “I thought maybe I could build something after that. Fix something. I was trying. And Valentina— she made it sound like a second chance.”

A bitter breath escaped her lips.

“And now Y/N.”

The name just hung there.

“She made me feel like maybe I deserved something soft. Something mine,” Yelena muttered. “And I gave it up. I thought I was protecting her. That maybe if I disappeared, it would make it easier.”

She looked at Bob now.

“But it doesn’t feel easier. It just feels worse.”

Bob didn’t know what to say. Not at first. But he sat down next to her, careful not to crowd her.

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” he said, voice gentle. “For wanting any of that. I think it’s the most human thing about you.”

Yelena stared ahead. Quiet.

“And for what it’s worth,” he added, “you didn’t ruin everything.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“You’ve still got me,” Bob said. Shrugged a little. “And my terrible cooking.”

A faint, broken laugh slipped out of her. Barely there. But real.

And for now, maybe that was enough.

Yelena walked out of the training room without a word. The towel around her hand was soaked through, red blooming into dark maroon at the seams. She didn’t flinch, didn’t look at anyone. Just kept walking, shoulders tense, jaw locked.

The team was scattered across the living room, very casually pretending they hadn’t been waiting. Ava was flipping through TV channels. John was pretending to scroll through his phone. Bucky and Alexei sat stiffly on opposite ends of the couch, both too still to be relaxed.

When Yelena’s door slammed down the hall, the sound echoed.

Ava stood immediately. “Okay. Bob. What did she say?”

Bob hovered at the edge of the room, still holding his own towel, spots of red on the corner from when he tried to offer help. His shirt was damp with stress. “I— I can’t tell you guys. I don’t think she’d want me to say anything.”

Walker threw his hands up. “Are you kidding? Then why the hell did we send you in there? You’re the worst spy ever.”

Bucky shot him a look. “He’s not spying. He’s just being a good friend.”

Bob turned, grateful. “Thank you, Bucky.”

Walker leaned back in his chair dramatically. “She’s been yelling at me all week. More than usual. I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”

Ava groaned, crossing her arms. “Yeah,I mean, as much as I love seeing Walker get yelled at, this is starting to get out of hand. We can’t help her if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

From the corner, Alexei finally spoke. His voice was low, thoughtful. “I know my daughter. Something is wrong with her…”

Bucky didn’t even look over. “Yeah, we all know that much.”

Alexei frowned. “But I don’t know what. Just that something is off. She’s... too quiet.”

“Wow. Thank you for that thoughtful input.” Walker deadpanned.

Bob opened his mouth, closed it again. He looked torn, like something was pressing on his chest.

Ava took a step closer. “Bob. Come on. Just give us something. A clue. We care about her too, you know.”

He hesitated.

Then finally, “It has something to do with the gala. Last month.”

The room fell still.

Walker blinked. “The gala? You mean the one Stark was at?”

Bob didn’t answer.

But Bucky’s expression shifted. Barely. He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, and said nothing.

He was starting to put it together. And what he was starting to realize? Could be a problem.

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Steam still clung to the bathroom mirror, the shower hissing to a stop behind her. Yelena stepped out, towel in hand, robe tied loosely around her waist, her freshly rewrapped knuckles finally still and not throbbing for the first time all week. She rubbed the towel through her damp hair as she padded back into her room, breathing steady, the first normal breath in—

Her phone started buzzing.

Not the burner. Her real one.

And not a call— everything. Notifications flooding in like a broken dam: Twitter, Instagram, five different news apps. She frowned, brows knitting as she picked it up and read:

#StarkWidow #Y/NStark #YelenaBelova

She opened Twitter.

There it was.

Two photos.

The first— taken at night, dim lighting, grainy. But unmistakable her and Y/N on the gala rooftop, backs to the camera, bodies almost touching.

The second was clearer. Too clear. Their faces angled toward each other, eyes locked, lips barely apart. It must’ve been just before she walked away.

She stood frozen, towel slipping from her hand.

What the fuck.

The caption burned.

“Stark heiress and New Avenger spark dating rumors?”

The article was worse. Details about Y/N. Yelena’s past. Natasha. Speculation. Anonymous sources claiming they’d been seeing each other for a month. Questions about whether it’s a PR stunt, or— worse— part of a secret plot involving the old Avengers. Valentina’s name bolded.

Yelena’s heart jackhammered in her chest.

She launched the phone across the room, nearly breaking the dresser mirror. “Fuck!”

She scrambled to get dressed— no time to think, no time to breathe. Y/N. She needed to talk to Y/N before she did.

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There were exactly three things Y/N Stark loved most in the world: silk pillowcases, fifteen minute power naps, and peace.

So, of course, Joaquin chose that moment to kick her door open like the building was on fire.

“—Y/N/N. WAKE UP. HOLY SHIT, WAKE UP—”

Y/N shot up, hair sticking to her cheek, still delirious from sleep. “WHAT? Who’s dying? Are you dying?”

“NO. BUT YOU MIGHT BE,” Joaquín shouted, practically vibrating with panic as he shoved his phone at her face.

She blinked, dazed. “Why are you yelling—?”

And then she saw it.

The pictures.

The headline.

“Stark Heiress and New Avenger Spark Dating Rumors” “Anonymous source reveals the two have allegedly been seeing each other since last month’s New Avengers Gala…”

The article spilled everything. The photos. The timeline. The connection to Natasha. Yelena’s past. Her past. Stark Industries. Sam Wilson. Speculation about an ulterior motive. A “strategic alliance,” they called it.

Y/N stared at the screen like it had slapped her.

Her throat tightened. She could feel the anxiety rising. “Quino, what the fuck do I do? She’s gonna hate me. She’s gonna think I leaked this. She’s gonna think I used her!”

“Y/N/N, breathe—”

“I didn’t even know those pictures existed! I swear! I thought— I thought we were alone up there! Oh my God, she’s gonna never forgive me, she’s gonna—”

“Y/N—Y/N. Focus. It’s not your fault, okay?”

“But it doesn’t matter! It looks like it is! I’ve been getting myself on front pages this whole week like a moron! She hates being watched, she hates being vulnerable— Jesus Christ, she’s going to disappear on me again.”

Joaquin was trying to calm her down, hands up like she was a live grenade. “Okay, okay. We’ll figure it out. Just— just give her space and when she cools down—”

And then—

A knock.

The door creaked open.

Sam stood there, calm but tense, phone in hand.

“We need to talk.”

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author's note: lowkey you guys, the more i write for yelena, the more i need her. it's real bad for me. anyways guys pls don't get mad at me for breaking them up this chapter LOL

is it really my fic if it's not dramatic and angsty? like guys we need to trust to process

let me know what yall think! i'm posting the masterlist and playlist later today!

[sysig]

He’s my little meow meow, my darling, my bbygirl (Patreon)

[scyphosunny]

poor guy

[bambiihee]

Can you write something for Jake? Like you guys were having a sleepover, watching scary movies then suddenly y’all get freaky.

been craving jake biblically recently… need him

c𝔴༚ smut, nsfw content. roommates au, marijuana, cowgirl, soft dom!jake, fem!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, piv, itty bit of size kink if you squint, frat boy!jake, slut!jake

stoner!jake as your loser roommate; he looks like your typical frat boy on the outside, but he’s secretly just a total nerd!! sure hes got a reputation around campus for being a total slut, but is that really his fault when his lip bites can make the strongest woman fall to her knees… even you, unfortunately, though you pretend you’re not interested. he’s too much of a flight risk, parties, smokes and plays video games too much and cleans nowhere near enough. he’s not your type, you tell yourself.

but jake is just soooo good at getting you to spend time with him against your will, his pretty face and big puppy eyes asking you to smoke a joint and watch a scary movie with him 🥺 it’s impossible to tell him no… plus, it’s a movie you haven’t seen before and want to watch. jake is just an.. added bonus.

you try to sit and just watch the movie, as he inches closer and closer across the couch, burns through a joint with you and starts on another one before you’ve hit the hour mark. then his knee his touching yours,, and then when he passes the joint to you his hand lingers on your thigh… all the while giving you looks you can’t stand, grinning and licking his lips like an invitation…

just as it’s not jake’s fault for being so sexy, it’s not your fault that you fall for his charms! how can you possibly act like your belly’s not on fire when he whispers and laughs all hot and breathy in your ear?? maybe it’s the high breaking down your defenses, but you find yourself acting on your impulses without much thought. the movie’s completely forgotten about, the screams of the victims onscreen being drowned out by your high pitched moans and jake’s whines and grunts. you bounce on his lap with his big veiny hands groping your ass and hips, guiding you against him as your asscheeks jiggle and smack against his pelvis <3 ur pussy’s drippingwet n jake’s cock is dribbling pre, making everything so wet and slick, nasty plap plap plaps ringing in your ears.

“s-so fucking big!” you mewl in pleasure, fucked stupid and hardly able to string together a sentence, only able to sob out just how good you feel, “fuck, jakey, right there!”

“yeah? right there?” jake slams his hips up, fat flared cockhead rubbing up against your sweet spot and kissing your cervix. “you feel me in here, sweetheart?”

his hand comes to splay possessively over your stomach, pressing down to feel himself moving inside of you. it increases the pressure in your cunt tenfold, hot and dizzying, your wet gummy walls clenching hungrily around jake’s cock as if trying to draw him in impossibly deeper.

“so deep!” you hiccup pathetically, reaching back in a desperate blind attempt to ground yourself. you manage to grab a fistful of jake’s hoodie, tugging it hard and pulling him down closer to you. “i’m gonna cum, yun!”

“cum on my dick, baby.” he groans into your neck, plump spit slick lips and hot tongue marking up your skin, “been wanting to feel this pussy creamin’ around me since i first saw you— holy fuck, can i cum inside? please? god, i want to so bad, please, need to see this cunt dripping with me—“

[moonstruckme]

Hii Mae, how are you? Could I request a poly!emt marauders (if not, just poly marauders is totally fine as well) x anxious!reader. Lately my anxiety is killing me, I stared feeling very lightheaded due to that pretty often I’m a little scared and also I’ve keep getting tingles in my fingers (like almost non stop, help) and it’s making it 100 times worse. So a fic along those lines would be so comforting. If any of this is triggering/unconfy I’m so sorry, ignore this. Anywayy, Ilysm angel <3

Thank you lovely <3

cw: anxiety, lightheadedness, brief mention of nausea

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Your heart feels like it’s sitting in your throat. You keep feeling like maybe it’s because you’re lying on your side, that it’s lodged there because it can’t go up or down, but you know well enough that sitting up won’t help. It’s not going anywhere. This surety should help, but it doesn’t. It’s still blocking your air. 

This is one on a list of things that won’t let you sleep. 

You want to sleep. Oh god, you want it so badly. You’re so tired. It’s unjustifiable, really, how you can go through a day like any other and yet feel as though you’ve been through the hardest day of your life. Now you finally have the reprieve of a soft bed and your boyfriends’ body heat under the covers and you can’t. You can’t shut down. 

The covers shush quietly past each other as Remus shifts. You move to make room for him, surprised when instead he snakes an arm over you to cup the back of your neck. You draw in a breath. 

He doesn’t even open his eyes as he draws you closer, putting his lips to your forehead and mumbling, “You’re awake.” 

“You’re awake,” you breathe back to him. 

“Yeah,” you can hear a tinge of amusement in his tone now, “because you are.” 

A quiet, selfish part of you is relieved. It’s nice not to be the only one awake, the only one whose mind is still spinning the same spindle of neverending thread. Misery does love company. 

“I’m sorry,” you say anyway. “I can’t sleep.” 

Remus shushes your apology away, kissing your head again. “What’s keeping you?” he asks. 

“I have pins in my hands.” 

It’s the thing worrying you the most. Worse than the migration of your heart or the low, inconsistent nausea, is the steady prickling from your fingers down to the meat of your palms. It’s like they’re coming awake, but they’ve been waking for hours now. 

“Yeah?” You can’t tell if Remus is genuinely concerned or only humoring you, but he reaches beneath the covers for your hands anyway, taking them one at a time into his. His thumb presses into your heart line. “In both?” 

You hum, nervous. Less so with him looking after you. 

“Do you feel it anywhere else?” 

“No?” 

Remus looks at you patiently. “Are you sure?” 

“I…maybe a little in my feet. But not as much.” 

He hums. It’s a funny sound, half curious and half knowing. Very Remus. 

“I’m going to get your pulse,” he murmurs, turning your hand over in his grasp to feel your wrist. 

“Okay,” you whisper. “Sorry.” 

“Shh. Stop that.”

“Just that I woke you up.” 

“You didn’t wake me, love, you—” Remus pauses as a brawny forearm comes around his waist. “Well, I woke James. That’s not your fault, either.” 

“What’s going on?” James slurs, his face appearing over Remus’ shoulder only to slump down onto it in the world’s sleepiest (and most adorable) hug. He’s squinting, his glasses on the nightstand past Sirius, but his eyes land anyway on where Remus is holding your wrist. “Alright?” 

“Everything’s fine,” Remus says placidly. You’ll never not be impressed by how good paramedics are at counting in their heads while multitasking, your boyfriend’s free hand coming up to pet James’ hair. 

James allows himself to be pacified. Quite happily, really, his cheek sinking further down Remus’ bicep. “Why’re we awake?” he asks. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you murmur, apology in your tone. Remus gives you a look like he’s barely just letting it slide.

James’ compassion is immediate and palpable. “What’s the matter, lovie?” 

“It’s nothing.” You feel rather ridiculous now, three of you awake at god knows what hour to address the mysterious case of the tingling hands. “My hands are just prickling, it’s distracting me.” 

James makes a soft, concerned sound. He tilts his head up to see Remus. “What are you thinking?” 

“I have an idea,” Remus replies. “Can you sit up for me, sweetheart?” 

You do, your own concern mounting. “What’s wrong?” you ask, pushing up on your elbow. 

“Nothing to worry over.” Remus is sitting up with you, James releasing him so that he can. “I think your extremities may just not be getting enough blood flow.” 

“What does that mean?” You take in a quiet breath as you get all the way upright, splaying a hand on the bed. “Oh.” 

“Fucking hell.” Sirius’ grumbling comes from your other side. “It’s too early to get up.” 

You feel his face bury itself against your hip, but you can’t see him, or much of anything, through the thick spots smudging across your vision. They’re dark, but so is your bedroom, the only thing distinguishing them being odd bits of color. You might think they were pretty if you weren’t so unnerved by them. 

“Oh?” Remus asks, ignoring your grouchy boyfriend for the moment. “What’s oh?” 

“Nothing.” You blink hard, and the spots begin to ebb. “Just had a head rush.” 

Remus does that hum again. “Lightheaded?” 

“A little.” 

Sirius groans into your hip. “What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing,” you say, at the same time as James says, “She’s having circulation issues.” 

Sirius takes a pause. He turns his head up, seeming more awake. “Is something actually the matter?” 

“No,” you and Remus reassure him. You firmly, Remus calmly. It reassures you, too, that he agrees with you. You weren’t so sure of yourself. 

“Try something for me?” Remus asks you. You nod, of course, because you’ll do anything he wants. “Take a breath, as deep as you can.” 

You inhale through your nose, surprised by how difficult it is. There’s still your heart, obstructing a good portion of your throat, but even when you manage to get air past that it gets all tangled up in your lungs. 

“It hurts,” you say, alarmed. 

“That’s alright,” Remus promises you. 

“What is it?” 

“Sweetheart, shh, hey.” That’s James’ hand on your back. He’s moved up on the bed to reach around Remus, and somewhere along the way he must have figured out whatever Remus has, because he looks less worried now. “Take another breath. You’re fine.” 

“I think it might help to have some tea,” Remus says. And just like that, the decision is made, Remus sliding past James and out of bed. 

“Tea?” you echo after him. You realize it’s not unheard of for some people, but your boyfriends have never really been known to remedy medical afflictions with tea. 

Sirius is sitting up now, too, looking between you and James like he wants to ask a dozen questions but is trying to parse things out on his own first. His brows are woven together over bleary eyes. 

“Rem,” James’ voice harbors a fond smile, “you can’t just leave like that.” He looks at you, sighing. “He’s just sleepy. You know how he forgets to talk.” 

“What’s wrong with me?” you ask him instead. 

James draws his hand back and forth over your back. “Nothing’s wrong with you,” he soothes. “The tea is just to help you relax. I think you’re tingly and lightheaded because you’re not breathing enough, sweetheart.” 

The heat comes to your face so fast, and maybe you’d already guessed, because the first thing to slip from your mouth is a frail, “I’m trying.” 

“Hey.” Sirius may not have a grasp on what’s happening, but he knows enough not to like this newest development. You find your face tucked under his chin within a handful of moments. “Hey, we’re alright, aren’t we? There’s no need for tears.” 

“You said it hurts when you breathe in,” James says gently, “right?” 

You nod, blinking fast. 

“That’s something that can happen when there’s lower levels of carbon dioxide in our blood. The same thing that causes pins and needles, and dizziness.” He takes your hand, lips to your knuckles. “It’s not your fault, angel. We just need to get you breathing a bit better. Having something warm to drink might help you calm down.” 

“Oh,” you murmur. Because yeah, that sounds about right. It’s the dead of night. You should be sluggish, yawning, nodding off, but instead you feel like there’s static buzzing in your veins; if there’s one thing you’re not, it’s calm. 

Sirius makes a low, sorry sound of understanding. “Come here, baby.” He coaxes you up, half stumbling himself as he leads you into the kitchen. 

There, you’re sat down on the couch with a heavy blanket thrown over your lap and James’ hand to hold as you please. Remus kisses your head while pressing a steaming cup into your hands. It smells herbal and nice, and maybe it’s wishful thinking but you really do feel like the first inhalation of that aroma makes progress against the tightness of your chest. You imagine the steam curling inside you, soothing you from the inside out. Sirius falls asleep on James’ lap before you’ve taken two sips. 

It all helps. Maybe it’s just that things feel less miserable when there’s company. 

[cosmicporos]

What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!

Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce

(Semi crack Drabble… sorry for going super long with Viktor’s and Jayce’s HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)

ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3

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JINX

Hear me out… the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.

As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!

She knows you love to spend time with her when she’s in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappy…

“Ugh, these old things? Pfft, they look like they’ve been through a freakin’ explosion… oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!”

They’d be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.

“Okay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!”

The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitter….

“"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"

I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.

Vi

She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing you’ve loved since the very beginning she’s known you???

Would end up both buying and making you something!

She’s make you something small but meaningful

“Okay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just don’t laugh too hard Cupcake…”

You’d open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a hole’s through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.

"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."

Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.

She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.

She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!

Ekko

Just like Jinx (sobs) he’d also make something for you!

The first thing he’d give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.

"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."

Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)

You’d force him to take the hour hand since it’s shorter (heheheh little man)

Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedly…

"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."

Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.

Viktor

FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN

o k a y. He would just like Vi panic… not because he doesn’t know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late… very very late.

As much as I would love to say he’d make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I don’t see it happening.

Not because he wouldn’t do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, you’re late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he can’t!

He’d definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!

Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!

He wanted to make sure he perfected his mother’s Bramboračka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.

He’s not a good cook by any means… but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.

"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.

OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.

Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldn’t have gotten the look right.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."

The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.

you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."

Jayce

Oh hon… Jayce would spoil you rotten.

I’m talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.

You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.

All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.

Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.

Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.

It’s Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.”

"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.

"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.

Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his mother’s house!

(Listen I’m hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA… and two because why not :3 )

You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.

There’s lots of yummy food she’s prepared… perhaps too much for just 3 people?

Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayce’s favorite choco flan!

God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the night…

"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.

Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.

You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.

Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. This—" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "—feels perfect with you."

[leidensygdom]

new scam just dropped

We know of the scammers that dwell on Discord, Twitter, or Bsky, and ask you to commission them, either giving you an AI generated picture or charging you 300$ and giving you something they commissioned on Fiverr for 5$ . I literally have a whole-ass guide on them. Then there's the ones who ask for commissions, trying to get you to draw their pet or whatever, then sending you a fake cheque or something, which has been very common on Tumblr. This post explains it well.

But now we're bringing the first type of scam (where someone tries to force you to commission them) onto tumblr! Our buddy miruuuwuu here is going to provide a really good example. Let's start with the circumstances this happened in. I got two DMs from this account, who had followed me few minutes prior to DMing. As always, I checked their profile first.

Few things to note in here that already told me this was a scammer: The account had a grand total of two posts in their profile, posted four hours ago. Nothing else. Completely empty account. The "femenine" name and the anime pfp already were kinda suspicious alongside this. A large portion of the "commission me" scammers will have a generic anime profile picture and a woman's name. The generic-ass description didn't help.

And well, since I haven't got this type of scammer on tumblr before, I decided to go along with it, because there's something inherently funny about some scammer trying this with someone who's specifically been doing guides about scammers for years. You will notice that my responses are rather mean, which... ngl I like being sassy about scammers what can I say

First initial impression: This person was trying very hard to try to be friends with me. Very weird from a complete random who just followed. The weirdest part here is, of course, how they instantly dismiss me saying "I'm not sure I think" about their random attempts to be like "you're my friend now" and simply proceed with their script. Now, this scammer is SLIGHTLY more specific than usual, since they mentioned DnD- which is closer to my interests than they tend to target. So uh, props to that I guess.

They inmediately tried to inquiry about my character. At this point, I know they'd be offering to draw them for money. I know these scammers tend to steal people's art as examples, so I just grabbed some shitty AI-generated tiefling from google. If they steal that and then try to use it as an example for someone else, I hope they can easily realize this is a scam. Notice how little they care about me being very rude and short-responsed: They're following a script. Afterwards, they sent me an example of "their OC". Alongside a massive AI-generated backstory that has no relation whatsoever to the character, which is supposedly a half elf.

I decide to poke a bit about it. Their response is pretty detached to someone who would actually know about RP or anything. "My setting's elves are green" would've been great. But nope, they immediately jump to trying to share me more examples of their art, and send me about 6-7 pictures in rapid fire. Some of them stolen, some of them traced, some of them commissioned from people in Fiverr for five bucks.

And then we jump immediately to the core of the scam: asking me to commission them. I already knew this was coming, but let's go for it. Their entire massive blurb on how they "work on paid and unpaid platforms" is extremely unhinged to read as an artist myself, but sure, whatever they wanna use to tell me why I gotta pay them. THE CRUCIAL PART HERE IS: YOU SHOULD NEVER COMMISSION PEOPLE WHO DMED YOU FIRST AT RANDOM! I have seen WAY too many people fall for this. If an "artist" DMs you to ask you to commission them, block them! Legitimate artists WON'T do that unprompted! I have way more information in the guide I linked in the first paragraph, but yeah.

At this point, these scams tend to go in different ways. If you insist you can't pay for them, they often will jump to guilt tripping you, or bringing some sob story on how they need money desperately. We had one in our Discord trying to convince two different people to commission them with entirely different stories (one of them was "I need to buy a gift for my wife" and the other one was "i need to buy hearing aids ASAP!!!"). DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SOB STORIES. They're just trying to get you to feel bad and agree even if you're suspicious.

This is the point where I just stopped going ahead with the conversation. They will try to haggle you. You tell them you have 100 bucks, they'll try to raise 150. A lot of artists online tend to have a pricing guide, a website, some sort of TOS kinda stuff. They won't try to see how much they can milk out of you by testing the waters. Again, please check out this guide if you're suspecting anything weird, or even feel free to DM me if you need someone to double check. Don't put your money on these scams: They will either run with your money, commission someone in the global south on fiverr for literal cents, or they'll just get you some AI generated mess.

Anyways, many thanks to miruuuwuu for helping me put together this post, very kind of them to let me know this scam is now coming on tumblr too!

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Makkoli Mist

Lee Know x F! Reader Synopsis: Minho has an attitude, you wanna know why. Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, oral, spanking, bit of spit, degrading, creampie, minho has sass. A/N: One more Larie's Libation left! Thank you for being patient, my love Larie's Libations - Makkoli Mist [Makkoli] - Lee Know [Orange Juice] - Vacation [Orange Twist] - Kinks (spanking, spitting, degradation, creampie)

The rain beats against the car; its the only sound trying to break through the extremely awkward atmosphere of you and Minho being trapped in the car together. You begged anyone else to take you, but it was too late. Everyone had already picked their cars and because you were late you got stuck with Minho. He moves the radio dial, turning up the music as you stare out the car on the passenger side.

About two hours into the drive, you clear your throat.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You say monotone.

“Hold it, we’re almost there.” He says not taking his eyes off the road.

“Either stop or I’ll go right now and you can clean the mess up.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” You narrow your eyes. He huffs dramatically, whipping the car into the next lane to get off at the exit.

The car comes to a stop at the gas station and you quickly make your way inside. On your way out you grab yourself a snack and pick up small pint of strawberry ice cream for Minho; thinking maybe it would break the tension between you.

You make your way out to the car with your bag and Minho sighs as you get in.

“What?”

“You were supposed to pee and be out.”

“I was hungry,” you shrug as you pull out the ice cream and put it in the cooler.

“You got ice cream?” he asks irritated.

“For you because we’re close to the cabin,” you answer. He doesn’t say anything, but his jaw clenches. You sit back down and put your seat belt on as he pulls out of the parking lot.

-

At the cabin the two of you grab your things and speed inside, trying to keep your things and yourselves as dry as possible. You place the snacks in the kitchen, making sure the frozen peace offering isn’t melted.

“The guys should be here any minute,” you say as you hear the rain’s intensity pick up.

“Yep,” he sighs as he turns on the tv.

“Okay” you draw out before pursing your lips at the awkward tension.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, freshen up,” you mention as you make your way to the stairs.

“You don’t have to give me your life story,” he says not taking his eyes off the tv. You roll your eyes holding back a groan as your jaw clenches. You grab a change of clothes and walk into the bathroom shutting the door. You stand back from the mirror and groan.

“It’s ok, just gotta wait til Felix and the others get here. Then you can talk with them and this nightmare will be over,” you say to yourself.

You hop into the shower letting the warm water wash over you, trying to destress. You take your time, washing your hair, washing over your body, letting the water hit your muscles and when you’re finally done, you make your way back down to the living room.

Minho sits on the couch eating the ice cream you’d bought him.

“You’re welcome,” you mention as you pass him, hair still damp. He hums at you, eyes not leaving the anime on tv.

“Where are the guys? They should’ve been here by now.” You mention and he huffs, pausing his show.

“Han called while you were in the shower. They can’t get up here till at least tomorrow and that’s if the river recedes.

“Wait are you serious?”

“No I’m totally joking about the whole thing because I relish the idea of staying with you, alone, for a weekend.” He deadpans and cuts his eyes.

Your grit your teeth.

“Yeah, because it’s such a fucking picnic for me!” you raise your voice catching him off guard and making him quirk a brow.

“Excuse me?” He says caught off guard by your irritation. Normally he doesn’t get a rise out of you, but today you’d had enough.

You feel your heart pound in your chest, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“Why the hell are you so cranky?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been a dick all day!”

“No, I haven’t,” his voice raises.

“Yes, you have! I’ve done nothing but try to be kind to you. I thought of you when I was in the damn store!”

“No one asked you to!”

“No shit! It’s called being nice, Minho! It’d be great if you tried it sometime!” He scoffs at your words, not having a comeback.

“Just drop it,” he says walking past you to put said treat away.

“No, your sucky attitude is getting on my nerves!”

“I said, drop it, y/n,” he warns coldly.

“No! Just tell me so we can get past this-,”

“Fine! I’m in love with you! Happy?” He yells.

His chest rises up and down with heavy breathing and the only sound heard is the rain beating on the roof as you stare at each other. The air is charged, neither of you move, and your eyes are wide with shock. As if his body is possessed by something, it carries him across the room in three large strides and backs you up against the counter, cupping your face and crashing his lips to yours.

You jump in surprise, his lips are soft, yet his mouth is possessive.

“Fuck,” he breathes against you, desire flowing straight to his pants and a puddle begins to form between your legs.

The two of you separate for a moment, Minho searching your eyes before he pulls you to the bedroom.

You almost trip up the stairs as you enter into the room you’d picked. His lips are on yours in an instant, a hand coming down to smack your ass. A soft groan falls from your lips as the sting hits. He smirks against your lips, doing it again, harder this time; forcing a whimper out of you.

He pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you, lips on your neck, biting, licking, and sucking on your soft skin.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathes into your ear. Your stomach flips, walls clenching at his words.

“You,” you answer breathless with desire.

“Hmm,” he chuckles in your ear wickedly.

“God you’re so hot when you’re desperate,” he whispers. You whimper, slight embarrassment hitting your face.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take care of you,” he smirks against your skin before lifting your shirt up, tits free with no bra.

He groans at the sight.

“Open your mouth,” he says and you obey his command. He spits into it, forcing it shut.

“Swallow.” You do without hesitation.

“Such a good little slut,” he mocks and kisses you again, thumbs coming up to rub on your nipples. You wiggle beneath him, soft little moans escaping you; all the while Minho can’t stop smiling against your lips.

He moves down and takes one into his mouth, tongue gliding over the nipple as you whimper helplessly.

He moans against you, the sound going straight to your core creating a soft pulse. You gasp as he bites down on your bud, back arching into him.

“So desperate for me,” he chuckles to himself.

“You want my tongue?” You open your eyes and nod at him.

“Earn it,” he growls and helps you up off the bed, pulling a pillow onto the floor.

“On your knees.” He demands and you sink down, face level with his hard cock. You lick your lips as you wait on him.

“Go on, show me how bad you want it.” He smirks as he pulls off his shirt. Your hands tremble slightly as you undo his belt, and let his pants fall to the ground.

Your hands go on his sides and your lips go to his skin, soft, delicate, reverent as you kiss above his waist band, nipping at the skin. You feel his hand glide through your hair domestically, showing you a slight bit of softer affection.

You pull down his boxers, his cock hitting his stomach as you stare at it. Minho opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a moan as you lick his slit.

His head tips back, mouth open as you suck on the head, swirling your tongue around it.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as a smile graces his face.

“Deeper,” he groans as he looks down at you. You pull your mouth off, spiting on his cock to slick it up and sink your mouth back onto it.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he feels your nose kiss his pelvis. You set a steady pace and one of your hands comes up to play with his balls, causing him to let out a broken moan as your head bobs back and forth.

“Fuck,” he grunts as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. His hands come to either side of your head, holding it still, fucking himself into your mouth.

“Such a good little toy,” he groans as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him.

“God, fuck I’m gonna cum,” he groans and you can taste the saltiness that is Minho on your tongue.

His hips start to quicken, chasing his own high as your eyes shut, the velocity of his thrusts a little much.

“Fuck, I’m cuming, I’m cuming, shit, shit,” he says as his face scrunches up, and warmth hits the back of your throat. Minho’s breathing is rapid and labored while you swallow his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he pulls himself out of you, tilting your face up to him, noting some drool on the side of your mouth mixed with him.

“You swallowed?” he asks and you open your mouth, tongue out silently confirming his suspicion. He groans at you, pulling you up from the floor. Minho pulls your pants down before your back hits the mattress, legs spread wide.

“Fuck look at you.” He says licking his lips as he settles himself between your thighs.

His tongue flattens, licking from your hole to your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking over it harshly. Your hips jolt automatically as a gasp leaves you. He smiles, proud of himself as his tongue works on your clit. He spits on it, watching as it coats your slick.

“So wet,” he tsks.

“Who did this to you?” he asks and you’re lost in pleasure until a harsh slap comes down onto your thigh.

You jump and pick your head up.

“I asked who did this to you?”

“You did,” you whimper as his togue dips into your tight hole tasting you. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head and he groans.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles before his tongue begins to work mercilessly curling up into your clit, swiping back and forth harshly.

“Oh, God!” you shriek as your hips roll against his face. Minho’s gone, too far gone to stop now and you find yourself pushing him into your pussy even more.

“Please don’t stop, fuck please,” you beg as your climax is approaching. Minho suddenly shoves two fingers inside you, feeling your walls clamp down and suck them in immediately

“Greedy little pussy,” he chuckles as you whimper. Your hips roll with his thrusts involuntarily as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you shout, breathing coming in gasps.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” you squeak as the warm coil in your stomach explodes, your pussy clenching around his fingers, liquid squirting onto his face. Minho’s brows raise, startled. He smirks before licking you clean and coming back up to you.

“Taste yourself,” he says holding out his tongue. You pull his neck down to your and open your mouth, allowing him to swipe his tongue over yours. One of his hands reaches down to pump himself a few times.

“Get up,” he says against you lips before pulling away from you.

“On your hands and knees.” He says and you turn around, facing the head board. You feel his cock run over you folds and tease your clit causing your hips to jolt.

Suddenly it pushes in, inch by inch he fills you up until he bottoms out in you.

“Fuck,” you sigh as you hang your head. Minho moans as the tight feeling. He shifts his hips.

“Fuck yourself on me,” he says and your body moves back and forth, slowly as you stretch around him.

“Look at you, obeying so well.” He chuckles and your face tints pink.

“Fuck,” you whisper as his head kisses your cervix. You feel his hips begin to move, meeting yours easily at first. His hands are placed on your hips and he stops you, fucking himself into you now.

“So tight,” he groans before smacking your ass, forcing you to yelp. He feels the way your walls clench around him. He repeats it a few times, noticing a red hand print on the supple skin. He runs his hand over the sore area, soothing the pain slightly.

“Doing so good for me,” he whispers into your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to it.

He pulls back out, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact. He pulls your legs down so you land on you stomach and he turns you to your back.

“Wanna see that pretty little face when I make you scream my name,” he whispers as he slides himself right back in, setting a punishing pace. Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to hit your sweet spot from another angle, your eyes closing tight as you feel the coil in your belly again.

“Fuck, Minho,” you moan as your hands go to his biceps, nails starting to dig in to his skin.

“Hold on baby, I’m almost there,” he groans as he feels your walls flutter around his cock. You can feel him twitch, ready to explode.

“Cum inside me, please,” you beg. Minho looks down at you, lips swollen, eyes glazed over with nothing but pure pleasure, and he growls.

“Fuck you want my cum? Hmm? Want me to use you as my little cum dump?” your hips roll to meet his, breathing coming in pants once again.

“Yes,” you scream as your back starts to arch. He rubs your clit in tight, messy circles.

“Fuck I’m cuming!” you shriek as your back arches into him and he grunts as his own orgasm mixes with yours. The two of you still, connected as one, breathing and the rain beating on the roof the only sounds filling the quiet room.

“Fuck that was amazing,” he says as he cups your cheek.

“You were amazing,” he says lowly, kissing your nose, cheeks then lips. You giggle against him, face flushed. He pulls out of you carefully going to the in suite bathroom to grab a towel. You hear the sink turn on briefly before its off again and he reappears, the towel wet. It’s warm against you as he starts to clean you up, watching as his cum leaks out of you, a soft groan falling from him.

“Fuck you look so hot leaking with me,” he licks his lips and can’t resist the urge anymore. His tongue swipes a taste of the two of you mixed together, his eyes rolling back in his head as he groans in satisfaction. He brings the towel up cleaning you up, but not before he pushes some of his cum back into you, mesmerized as it tries to leak out.

Once you’re finally cleaned up, he positions himself beside you, your head on his chest and his arms around you; the rain not slowing down.

“I don’t think the river’s gonna recede any time soon,” you whisper and he chuckles looking down at you. You turn your face to him.

“Good, I get you all to myself then.” He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and pulls back with a satisfied smile.

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↳ Index [Snippet #57 - Tentacles]

“When you and Jungkook test out your new tentacle dildo.”

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life, Smut, Fluff in the beginning

Warnings: domestic sweetness, they’re couple goals, Bamie being their cute son, Kook being a dork, the next warnings are for the smut, switch!Kook, switch!Reader, but the D/s dynamic is very minimal, this is about a couple in love taking turns to make the other feel good, but he calls her Mistress when he gets really into it, pussy fingering & clit play to get her ready, making out, being totally lost in the moment, use of a tentacle dildo, sharing of said dildo, they take turns with it, use of lube, first she penetrates her pussy with it, then he fucks his ass with it, hand job, nipple play, neck kisses, some drool, mutual masturbation, praise, dirty talk, wet & messy orgasms, squirting for both, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love <3

Wordcount: 6.5k

a/n: anonie, your enthusiasm about this wip made me finish it, hehehe, so this one's for you <3 honestly it’s so horny, enjoy besties 🧡 i fucking love this koo so much omfg my comfort koo for life <3

You are using your laptop by the kitchen table for a change. A bowl of salted peanuts and a glass of white wine is keeping you company. You can hear Bam playing with one of his squeaky toys in the living room. The constant squeaking should annoy you, but it doesn’t. It has become part of your life, serving as a nice background reminder that Bam was happy. 

You take a sip of the white wine, scrolling down the webpage you currently find yourself on. 

“Doing some online shopping?” Jungkook asks, coming into the kitchen to get his workout drink. He spent the afternoon drawing in his hobby room and plans on doing his boxing workout now. 

“Yeah, just browsing for some stuff”, you answer him, not looking up.

He comes up behind you, bending down to kiss your neck and hug you. Such affection is a daily occurrence from him, which means that you don’t let it distract you from your shopping. It is still really nice and exciting, don’t misunderstand.

“That’s nice. What stuff?” he asks.

“Just some more lube and toy cleaner. We’ve run out. Hey, do you think that we should get a tentacle dildo?” 

Jungkook falters. He finally looks at the screen, eyes widening at the rows of silicon dicks looking back at him.

“Oh my god, you’re doing dick shopping in our kitchen?” he gasps.

“I guess”, you say and chuckle at his use of words.

“What the hell, baby?”

“In my defence, I only wanted to get lube and cleaner first, but fell down a rabbit hole. Remember the alien dick conversation we had?” 

“I guess? I don’t know. Not really, no.”

“Either way, I got a tentacle dildo on the front page and now I’m here. On the fantasy dildo page, thinking how hot it would be to own one. Should we get one?” 

“Wait a minute. I need to sit down and see the options.”

And like that, his boxing workout has to wait as you and he spend a good hour deciding on which tentacle dildo to get.

Jungkook is home when the package arrives. You are still at the restaurant, working hard.

Jungkook is working on a tattoo in his room when the doorbell rings. He tells Bam to stay and hurries to the door to check who was interrupting him. He thanks the postman and wishes him a good day, then he hurries to the living room.

He takes out his phone and dials your restaurant’s number. Then he stands by the living room window, looking outside with one hand on his hips. 

“Hello, you’ve reached ___’s Bistro, Joe speaking. How may I help you?” one of your employees picks up.

“Hey, Joe. Here is Jungkook speaking. Can I talk to ___, please?” 

“Yo hey, Jungkook man. Yeah, right away”, he says and calls out to you, “hey, ___! Jungkook’s asking for you!” He speaks to Jungkook again, “she’s on her way.”

“Thanks, man.”

A few moments of silence. The restaurant sounds busy in the background. 

“Thanks Joe. Hey, sweetie”, you suddenly say.

“Is Joe gone?”

“Yes, he’s back to working. Why?”

“Baby, I need you to come home immediately.”

“Why? What happened? Are you okay? Is Bam okay?”

“The dildo arrived.”

“Wow okay. Thanks for making me have a heart attack. You can’t just say that to me after calling the restaurant. I thought that an emergency had happened.”

“This is an emergency. I really wanna open it and look at it.” 

You laugh, “you’ll survive.”

“No, I won’t. Please sweetie, come home.”

“I would love to, but the restaurant is really busy. It’s probably gonna get late today.”

“Nooo babyyyy, why would you say that?”

“I’m sowwyyyy, I swear I don’t want it either. But it’s Friday and payday for most. People want food.”

“And I want my wife.”

“Just play your Sims until I’m home.”

“No, I’ll sit by the door and whine. Like a dog.”

You laugh, “okay do that, puppy.”

He grins, “please don’t work too hard.”

“I’ll try. You can open the package already if you want to.”

“No, I wanna do it with you.”

“Okay, okay.” More noise in the background. “I really gotta go now. We got more customers.”

“Yeah, okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The call ends. Jungkook huffs out air in frustration. Never in his life has he missed you as much as he misses you right now. For just a second, he even considers driving to the restaurant just so he can watch you work. 

Bam stubs his leg. Jungkook looks at him and pets his head.

“I know, Bamie. I miss her too. Stupid payday, it’s always busy then.”

Bam whines, showing Jungkook the tennis ball in his mouth.

“Should we play some fetch? Okay, let’s go to the beach.”

Jungkook stays down by the beach until Bam is basically tired enough that he barely manages to get up the stairs. Jungkook cleans him in the garden and prepares cold water for him to drink as he makes dinner. 

He texts you if you want to eat dinner at home to which you say that you already ate at the restaurant. So Jungkook makes himself a quick meal, eating by the table while Bam eats his dinner as well. You text him again as he eats.

-          Wifey ♡: It’s still busy here :( I’m sorry…

-          Jungkook: Don’t apologise ♡  I’m sorry that it’s busy :( sending you lots of energy ♡

-          Wifey ♡: Yay thank you ♡

Because it will still take you some time, Jungkook decides to go for one last digestion walk with Bam. Afterwards the poor Doberman is so tired that he falls asleep on Jungkook’s lap during his night time routine. Of course you and Jungkook have a night routine for Bam, which consists of wiping down his fur, moisturising his paws and brushing his teeth. Jungkook leaves out Bam’s “jammies” tonight, sending him straight to his crate. Bam merely manages to snuggle up against his emotional support dinosaur plushie and then he is already fast asleep. 

“Sleep, my baby. Daddy loves you so much”, Jungkook whispers and sends him a hand kiss, afterwards he leaves Bam’s room. Just in time with you arriving home. Jungkook hurries to the door and sits down. He has a plan. To make you laugh.

Not long after he sat down, the door to the garage unlocks. You step inside and stop, eyes falling to Jungkook sitting on the floor and whining. 

“Seriously?” you say, having to laugh loudly. You stumble, knees giving up and so you end up on the floor as well.

Jungkook laughs with you, closing the distance to touch your arms.

“Did you actually sit here and whine all day?”

“Of course I did”, he jokes, only making you laugh harder. 

You hug him, muffling your happiness in his shoulder. Jungkook hugs you back, feeling on cloud nine. Making you laugh will never ever lose its magic.

“Oh god, you. This just wiped away all of the stress I felt.”

“I’m glad. I guess I don’t have to ask how your day was.”

“It was stressful, but not bad. Still glad to be home now and to have three free days ahead of me.”

“I know, me too.”

“How was your day?” 

“Lonely without you, but still good. I was at the beach with Bam almost all day. He’s basically dead in exhaustion. He even snored when I left the room.”

“Aww Bamie, so cute. Our son. I bet he had such a good day running around.”

“He did, yeah.”

You and he stand up together, exchanging a loving kiss. He helps you out of your jacket and carries your bag for you. 

“So did you really wait with the package?”

“Of course I did. I wanted to look at it with you.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“No, I wanted to. It’s important to me that we unpack it together.”

“You’re cute. Let me just wash my hands real quick. I feel disgusting.”

“Okay.”

You join him in the living room in comfortable clothes. You sit down next to him. 

“Ready?” 

“So ready.” 

He takes the package and scissors. You scoot closer, watching him open the box. 

Some packing peanuts, the receipt, the toy.

“Wooaah”, you and he gasp at the same time, eyes widening.

“This looks so realistic.”

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be.”

“Take it out of the package, I wanna touch it.”

You and he hold the toy together.

“Wooaaah.” 

It is purple in colour and with a good length. Around twenty centimetres with a growing girth. The tip is just a little thicker than Jungkook’s thumb, while the base is around the size of his wrist. The silicon feels soft and very high quality and it has no scent to it, which is always a good sign. 

“Run your thumb over the suckers, they feel so realistic”, he says.

“They do. Wow. Do you think that we can feel them?”

“I hope so. That’s lowkey the point.”

“Me too. It’s actually so long. My cooch is not gonna handle that well.” 

“Yeah, it’s big. I feel like I’m gonna struggle too.”

“Right. We can take it slow.”

“Definitely.” He glances at your face. “Should we do it tonight?”

You meet his eyes. 

“Okay no, you don’t want to. That look told me everything I needed to know.”

“Sorry, I’m really tired.”

“Don’t apologise. We looked at it, that’s already enough for me. Whenever you’re in the mood.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, sounds good. Should we shower and then watch a movie and cuddle?”

“Yes, this sounds amazing. I’m sorry that I’m not feeling it tonight.”

“Apologise again and I’m biting you.”

You chuckle, “okay fine.”

It is around four in the afternoon the next day when Jungkook seeks you out. He was in the garden before that, while you lounged on the beach. He sits down next to you, calling your name. You open your eyes.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, you.” He rubs your arm. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if maybe you are in the mood?”

You sit up, “you’re horny? Now?”

“Not horny, just really curious.” He pouts. “I just wondered, you know, it’s been almost a day and yeah. Yesterday, you said you wanna do it tomorrow. And today is tomorrow and yeah.” 

“Did you already clean out and everything?”

“No, I would do it now if you said yes.”

“You know what? I am down, actually. Once we’re ready, it’s gonna be later anyway, so why not start already? Should I clean out downstairs?”

“Whatever you want. I’m flexible.”

“Then let’s do it like that.”

“Yes, I’m so happy right now.”

You and he pack up and then go home to get ready.

You meet in the bedroom again, cleaned out and so ready. Bam is officially in his crate and the door is locked because you don’t want to be disturbed. Slow RnB music is playing and you have the thin curtains drawn closed to shield away some of the sunlight.

You are naked, laying out your waterproof sheets, when Jungkook comes outside.

“Oh. Hey. Yay, matching outfits”, he greets you.

“You’re looking good in it, my handsome.”

“Says the right one, my beautiful”, he flirts back and closes the distance in confident steps. 

It is so sexy to be naked together when the near future offers pleasure. He connects his hands with your waist, running them down to your hips. His big, brown eyes race over your face and tits, sparkling in adoration.

“Hey”, he rasps.

“Hey”, you coo.

“You’re so sexy”, he says in a breathy whisper.

“Thanks. You’re so sexy too”, you say and run your hands from his abs up to his pecs.

“It feels good how you touch me.” 

“Your body is perfect.”

He looks at your lips, “I’m really excited. How are we gonna do this?”

“I guess I go first and you go second? Because, you know, ass to pussy is never a good idea.”

“Right. We can’t have you catching something. Let’s have you go first. What do you need me to do to get you there?”

“Just kiss me and let me feel you on top.”

“Come here”, he says and fulfills your wish enthusiastically. He kisses you, picking you up just to lay you down on the sheets and climb on top.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath. The way he looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful person to ever exist.

“Is this comfy?” he asks, touching your thighs gently. You have them around his hips to keep him close.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

“Let me know if you don’t want me to touch you somewhere. I’ll let my hands wander, yes?”

“Yes, don’t leave anything out please. Can I touch you everywhere too?”

“My body’s free real estate for you”, he jokes, making you laugh.

He smiles, chuckling, and kisses you. 

“Idiot”, you murmur between kisses, fingers running through his hair.

“You love it”, he answers you, right hand running along your side. 

“Mhhm, love it.”

“Baby…”

Perhaps it’s all the years together, but it is so much fun to turn each other on. It’s so easy and exciting and damn, do you love doing it. Today it’s especially nice because it’s such a perfect day for spontaneous sex. 

The sun is warm and enters the bedroom in a yellowish glow because of your curtains. You are trapped in a cozy, sensual atmosphere, floating on the growing clouds of attraction. You left the balcony door open to let in the salty ocean breeze. The rushing of waves joins the music as much as the occasional call of a seagull does. This is paradise and it’s your daily life. 

The realisation makes you pull him so much closer. His back ripples and tenses, his throat produces the loveliest of sighs. His skin feels like heaven. Soft and warm and so his’. Perhaps it is impossible to understand but you know the sensation of his skin these days. You could recognise him just by touch. 

Jungkook runs his right hand from your shoulder down to your hip. He holds you there, pinning you down with just enough strength that you notice it. He is gentle in it however, giving you a tender roll of his hips which naturally grinds his dick over your tummy. He is already so swollen and hard.

“Fuck, Kook”, you break the kiss, gazing up at him with heavy eyes, “I need you to play with my pussy. I can’t do long make out sessions today.”

“Anything you need”, he says and puts two of his fingers into his mouth to get them wet. 

Once happy with the results, he slips them between your legs, rubbing them up and down your sweet warmth. He is propped up on his hand for now, arm tense and keeping his weight up with little struggle.

You exhale in relief, eyelids fluttering. He lowers himself to his elbow and cups your cheek, making it so much better. 

“Is this nice?”

You nod your head, “I love this moment.”

“Me too. You’re so beautiful in this light.” He traces your eyebrows and caresses your left temple. “My goddess.” 

“Kiss me, I mean it.”

Jungkook moans softly, letting you pull him into a kiss. You control the tempo and intensity and he is so happy to follow. It feels so good. It’s been years since you shared your first kiss on top of the ferris wheel and it still feels as exciting as it did back then. Perhaps even more exciting because each kiss, each eager touch and tender lick is filled with memories of your life together.

Jungkook feels light-headed. He takes your left hand and pins it above your head in sync with his hips rolling against your inner thigh. He is leaking all over your skin because he is already rock hard. He gets hard so easily with you. He swears it’s because he loves you so much.

You run your right hand down his back until you can grab a good amount of his buttock. It makes him growl into the kiss and chase your thigh in a needy thrust. You love it so much. Being under him, having him hold your hand and fuck your thigh and goddamn, having him rub your pussy. You love this so much, leaking onto his fingers.

“More.”

Jungkook hums in understanding and buries his wet fingers in you. He is slow in it, so as not to hurt you.

A gasp breaks the kiss. You look at him with the neediest and sexiest face he has ever seen.

“Is this good for you?” he speaks in a low purr, eyes totally smitten for you.

“So good, ah.”

“Mhhhhm, I love your pussy”, he purrs and kisses you deeply. It is his turn to control the tempo, the intensity and fuck, is he passionate with it. 

If you weren’t already entirely engrossed by him, you would have started to be right this moment. He tongue kisses you like he is doing it professionally, all while he curls and scissors his tattooed fingers deep inside you. And because this fucking bastard is amazing, he rubs his thumb up and down your clit, including a circle whenever he is right on top.

You swear that you will melt into a puddle because of him. These are the moments where you love his perfectionism. He is so stern with himself all the time, but it results in him having perfected pleasure. He touches you like it is his destiny and god, you might lose yourself.

You break the kiss, choking out your words.

“Stop right now. Stop.”

Jungkook freezes up.

“Pull your hand away. Now.”

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” he gasps, doing what he is told. He even sits up, panicking enough that his cock goes a little soft. 

“Fuck this was close, what the heck.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Please don’t tell me that I hurt you.”

“No, I almost nutted.”

“Wow okay, then say that and not be so cryptic. I was so scared”, he pouts.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

“No, I need you to kiss me.”

You snicker, getting on your knees and closing the distance. You kiss him like this. Kneeling with him as your arms snake around his body and your tits melt with his pecs. His cock is between your tummies, getting rubbed so good that he grows hard again. 

And Jungkook forgives you instantly, cradling you in his strong arms. He towers over you a little, resulting in you having to crane your neck and lean into him. He loves it so much, feeding you his needy sighs alongside his tongue. 

Fuck, he is so into you. He growls and grabs your ass with both hands, doing it with such passion that you whimper and tremble. You twist his hair at the back, getting him dizzy and short of breath. 

In return you feel light-headed and ready to crumble into a pile of horny mess. The way he is kneading your buttocks feels so good. Possessive and rough, which means you can feel it in your pussy as well. You press yourself so much closer to him, turning him on unbearably.

If this continues, he might ask you to forget about the dildo and fuck him instead. And because you and he are basically connected, you break the kiss just to mention said dildo.

“I need to sit on the tentacle now or I will never escape you.”

He chuckles breathily, “fuck, why are you so good at reading me?”

“Because I’m obsessed with you”, you flirt, sending his pulse into a frenzy. 

He gives you his best and most loyal puppy eyes ever. You peck his lips and wiggle out of his arms. 

“Are you excited to watch me?” you ask, getting the dildo ready. You put it into one of your strap-on harnesses and strapped it to a pillow to make it easier to ride. 

“I’m so excited”, he confesses, watching you smear lube all over the purple tentacle. “Getting it wet sounds so sexy.”

“Right? I’m so curious how it’ll feel. Now silence, I need to concentrate.”

He gasps dramatically and holds his breath with his eyes big and his cheeks puffed out. He makes you laugh, setting him off too.

“You can breathe.”

“Just making sure.”

Giggling and laughing, you position yourself over the toy. Jungkook watches you, laughing and giggling just as much. How fucking good it feels to laugh with you during sex.

You get serious once you start playing with the tip however, taking your lower lip between your teeth and looking down at the toy. 

Jungkook shares in your silence, breathing heavily because the view is so arousing to him. 

You lower yourself, taking the toy easily. Just the tip. Down. Down. Down until the stretch comes. Stop.

“Fuck, this is… Woah fuck…” 

“Is it good?”

More. Deeper.

“It’s intense. Woah” you writhe and reach down to touch your own tummy, “woah, this is deep. Oh my god.”

Jungkook presses his thighs together, mewling needily. Knowing that you are stuffed turns him on so much.

“Please try to move”, he begs and you do.

“Fucking hell, urgh”, you get out, throwing your head back and twisting the pillow. “What the fuck is that?”  

“Is it good? Does it hurt?”

“It’s like I’m getting impaled by an alien or something”, you moan, rolling your hips on the purple tentacle needily. You try to lift your hips as well, resulting in your puffy cunt to slurp up the tentacle greedily. It sounds so wet and sinful. Looks like actual pornography.

“Baby, oh my god”, he whimpers, having to touch his own nipples because it excites him so much. He rubs his hands over them, all while his thighs are squeezing his balls for stimulation. He can’t stop looking at your pussy and how she gets impaled by the tentacle. She is stretching so much, weeping and slurping happily and Jungkook swears he will pass out at the view.

“Ah, Jungkook”, you moan, arching your back sensually, “Jungkook…baby…Jungkook…”

He can’t do this. He can’t just watch when you moan his name like this. He closes the distance and calls your attention by rubbing your arm. 

You peel your eyes open and lift your head, gazing deep into his eyes. 

“Does it make you think of me?”

“It feels so nice. Koo, I keep thinking of you as my alien lover.”

He moans. You whimper his name and drop down on the tentacle. It squelches sinfully, stretching your pussy addictively well. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels intense. This is the kind of stuffing that satisfies you to the very core. The kind of stuffing you want to keep chasing and chasing and chasing.

“Jungkook…”

He runs his eyes over your body, chest rising and sinking in a shaky breath. He lifts his hands, running them along your curves without actually touching you. The ghost of it tingles, making you crave his fingers on you.

“I really wanna touch you”, he whispers, eyes glued to your stuffed pussy.

“Please, do.”

He rests his left hand on your waist and slides his right hand between your legs. His fingers part your folds, finding your clit easily and picking up a sensual rhythm.

“Kook”, you moan shakily, resting your hands on his strong pecs. The toy feels a million times more intense now that he is touching you. The suckers keep grinding against your entrance, sucking and stimulating it sinfully well.

“You’re so soft”, he whispers, eyes racing between yours. His fingers draw circles on your clit, knowing exactly how much pressure and what speed you love. Of course they know. He touched you a million times before. Your body is a landscape he knows how to explore blindly. And he won’t ever grow bored of it, tingling in pleasure each time he rubs your clit.

With shaky fingers, you touch the nape of his neck. You pull his face down, moaning when your foreheads touch. The eye contact remains, the tension is electric.

“Sweetie”, he sighs, sliding his left hand to the small of your back. He loves how you tense as your hips dance on the toy. 

“Koo, it feels so good”, you whimper, grasping his neck.

“I know it does. I know. I’m so happy. You’re so beautiful, my sweetheart.”

“Oh god, it feels so good.”

“Enjoy it. Focus on it. You deserve it.”

“Kiss me.”

Jungkook claims your lips as his’, moaning with you as you sink into the kiss. You convulse around the toy, grasping his face. His fingers speed up on your clit, sending trembles through your legs. 

The kiss breaks just barely, but you needed to moan and gasp for air.

“Am I doing good?”

“Really, ah, re-really good.”

“God baby, I wanna live in this moment forever.”

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Good, so good. Focus on it, baby. Focus on the toy. How it’s inside you.”

“I can feel the suckers everywhere”, you mewl, twitching, “ah, Koo.”

“Good girl. Taking my tentacle so well. Mhm? Are you taking my tentacle well?” he taunts, wanting to play into your fantasy because it will get you off. 

“Koo…” you whimper breathily, eyes going just a little cross. 

“Good girl, such a good girl.”

Your hips have no true rhythm going on. All they are doing is rut and squirm and chase the orgasm. Your entrance is already so sensitive because of the tentacle. Your pleasure spots inside are throbbing and burning in ecstasy. And your clit pulsates each time he runs his skilled fingers over it. 

His eye contact. The close proximity. His hand on your back. His dirty talk. The moans he shares with you. It is all too much. You are completely and utterly submerged in this moment. You exist for nothing but him and the pleasure you create together.

“I’m cumming.”

“Cum for me.”

“Koo.”

He moans into your mouth because you pull him back into a kiss. The moan turns into a throaty purr as you begin sucking on his tongue because this is all that you can manage during your orgasmic shakes. 

This high is intense. It really, genuinely, weakens you. To the point where you fold in on yourself and your legs press together. You fall against Jungkook, forcing the kiss to break.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“I’m here, hold onto me. I’m here.”

“Jungkoooooook”, you mewl, reaching between your legs to press his fingers closer. Your knees are twitching, legs squeezing together and walls throbbing around the tentacle. This isn’t over. This orgasm has layers to it, hitting you over and over again.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Cum on my tentacle, such a good girl.”

You sob, “ah-a-ah.” And then it happens. You squirt, messying the toy and your thighs. Truly, if Jungkook wasn’t holding you, you would have already collapsed.

“Oh my god, Yes baby. Yes. Squirt for me. This is so hot. Fuck, yes give me everything.”

His words help you ride it out. And it is glorious. To know that you have someone like Jungkook helping you through it, makes it so much better.

He rubs your clit until you pull his hand away. Brought to your limit, you instantly have to slip off the toy. The tentacle squelches loudly as it leaves you, flopping to the front. It glistens sinfully. Big globs of your orgasm are sticking to the suckers. 

“I can’t, ah”, you get out and plop down in the mess.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe”, he talks you through the aftershocks, cradling your face with both hands. 

“This was really intense.” You gulp, eyes glassy. “I’m shaky.” You exhale weakly. “Can I get a hug, please?”

“My baby, you cutie. Of course, come here”, he hugs you against him, rocking you softly. “Let me hold you, babygirl. I’m here.”

“Oh god, Koo.”

“Just lean on me. I’m here.”

His loving embrace helps so much. Because of it, you manage to come back safely. Oh, it is so comforting to be loved by him.

You lift your head, gazing at him. 

“Hey, do you feel better?” he whispers, caressing your cheeks. It doesn’t matter to him that some time has passed. As a matter of fact, sharing this tender moment with you felt like paradise to him.

“Yeah, I feel happy. I can’t believe this just happened.”

“Me neither. I haven’t seen you this twitchy in some time.”

“I don’t know what happened. It felt so good.”

“It did?”

You nod your head. He exhales shakily.

“Not gonna lie, this makes me really needy.”

Your eyes glimmer.

“Do you wanna ride it?”

“I do. I really fucking do.”

“I’ll clean it.”

“Don’t.”

Your heart flutters.

“Fucking don’t clean it. I wanna know that I get to have you inside me. At least something of you.”

“Koo”, you get to your knees, cradling his face, “Koo, please ride it. I can’t wait to watch you.”

He nods his head and slips out of your touch. You scoot back a little to give him space.

“I hope I’ll like it too.”

“I’m sure that you will. This toy is definitely your style.”

“Fuck, I’m so excited.”

“Do you need me to prepare you somehow?”

“No, watching you get off was everything I needed. Besides, I’m wearing a plug.”

“That’s so hot.”

Jungkook reaches behind himself and pulls out the plug. He groans softly, leaking onto the sheets. 

“Thank god we put the sheet down”, he says. 

“Definitely. First me, now you. We’re so messy.”

He chuckles, putting aside the plug. He takes the tentacle and positions it under himself.

“I’m so ready to sit on it.”

“You will love it so much.” 

He picks up more lube, spreading it on the toy.

“It’s so warm from you. And messy. I can’t wait, fuck.” 

“Me neither, baby.”

He circles his loosened rim, staring down at himself. His lower lip is between his teeth, his brows are furrowed. You don’t want to breathe, gawking hungrily. 

He lowers himself. The tip slips in.

“Ah.”

“Relax. Take it easy.”

More. He manages around seven centimetres and stops. A groan leaves him, followed by a “fuck”, and his head rolling back. 

“Is this a it’s good fuck or a it hurts fuck?”

“An it’s more intense than I thought it would be fuck.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” 

“I get you now. Oh my god what the fuck”, he chokes out, touching his tummy to check how much he takes.

A little more and he stops again, grasping the pillow for support. It squeezes his pecs together and makes his arms tense.

“___”, he moans, cock twitching and lungs working overtime to breathe. 

You close the distance and hold his waist. He rolls his head to the front, meeting your eyes. His gaze is droopy and entirely smitten for you.

“I’m right here, baby. Just look at me when it gets too much.”

He moans your name, eyes fogging up and hips dropping further down on the slickened tentacle. Five more centimetres, and his mouth falls open. Not for long because he has to bite his lower lip in sync with him trying to rock on it. His brows tremble because they can’t decide whether to lift or furrow.

“Intense?” you ask, rubbing his waist.

He nods his head, rolling his lip between his teeth.

“Keep looking at me, baby. I’m here.” 

He whimpers softly, cupping your cheek. 

“I don’t know if I can slip off”, he confesses.

“Hurts?”

“It’ll feel so good. I can’t do this.”

“Just try, baby. For me.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and obeys. He slips off the toy. 

“Ah!” He yelps and flinches. “O-oh my god. The texture.”

“It’s intense, isn’t it?”

“Yes” He squeaks, closing his eyes. He drops back down on the toy, lifting his hips instantly to pick up a needy rhythm. 

“Just listen to you getting fucked. Your hole sounds so stuffed right now.”

“It feels so good. I feel every sucker. Ah. The girth. My hole is so….ah….filled.”

“That’s right. It’s so stuffed with me.”

He whimpers, legs shaking.

“Isn’t that right? You got my orgasm deep inside you, baby.”

“Please.”

“It’s coating your insides. I’m making you mine.”

“Please, shut up”, he keens, trying his hardest to cover your mouth with his hand. His palm is so warm and just a little sweaty.

You giggle, kissing his shaky fingers.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like me talking dirty to you?”

“Don’t want this to end. No orgasm. Not yet. Please.”

“Okay, okay sorry. Then let me watch you for a while.” You dance your hands over his body. “You don’t mind me touching you as you get fucked, do you?”

“Please”, he breathes out, dropping his head in defeat, “don’t stop touching me. It feels so good.”

He slings his left arm over your shoulder, using your other shoulder as his headrest. You rub his back, sliding your right hand to his cock. 

“___”, his voice is squeaky and entirely drenched in pleasure. His hips tremble before getting so much sloppier on the tentacle.

Jungkook knew that you weren’t lying when you lost it on the tentacle, but he didn’t think that it was actually this intense. He has a very sensitive hole, even normal stimulation with your strap feels intense. To have something so intensely textured pound him over and over again is actually deeply overwhelming for him. He can feel each sucker his hole swallows, he can feel them trying to stay inside when he slips off and he can feel them digging their way back inside when he drops down. Because of its shape, most of the stretch stays by his hole. And there is always this one sucker which seems obsessed with his prostate.

“I get it. ___ my love, I get it.”

“You do? Do you like it?”

“Love it. Goddess, I’m yours. Please don’t ever leave me.”

The toy has him clingy. He must love it a lot. He only gets this way when the pleasure has infiltrated his brain as well and the only thoughts occupying his mind are thoughts of you. 

“I’m not leaving you, Koo. Feel it, this is me making you mine. You’re on my mind”, you promise him, twisting your hand around his tip. 

“___.” 

He drops on the toy and stays down, hips suddenly rutting back and forth vigorously. You know this motion, you know the urgency of it. He turned cock dumb, trying oh so desperately to make himself climax. The only thing you can do is keep your hand still and talk sweet to him.

“Good boy. Make yourself cum. What a good boy you are. You’re made for the tentacle.”

“My nipples, please.”

You connect your left hand with his chest, playing with his nipple. His right one is a little more sensitive so you are paying attention to it. You rub and squeeze it, tugging on his piercing very gently whenever you feel like it. 

“I’m cumming”, Jungkook whimpers and breaks with a sob. He shoots his load all over your hand and tummies, collapsing into you and scratching your upper back. 

“That’s it. Cum for me. Good boy, give me everything. Cum for me”, you talk him through it, jerking his throbbing cock. 

He sobs loudly, curling into himself because the orgasm reached his prostate. He doesn’t want to but he still spills translucent liquid all over your tummy. He can’t help it. You touch him just right.

“___!”

“Yes baby, squirt for me. Let the tentacle milk you. Good boy.”

“___, I can’t stop.”

“I know, let it happen. Don’t try to hold it in”, you encourage him, squeezing every single droplet out of him and Jungkook can do nothing more than give you everything his body can produce.

“Hurts”, he means it honestly once the high stops. He slips off the toy with shaking legs and drops into your arms.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“I’m shaky”, he whimpers, seeking your comfort by nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“I know exactly how you feel. Lean on me, it’ll pass soon.”

“Oh god, oh god…”

“I’m here, babyboy. I’m right here.”

The perfect thing about you and Jungkook is knowing that you can be each other’s comfort and not have it feel weird. He can be dominant and strong while you are shaky and weak. And in return you can be just as dominant and strong while he is shaky and weak. This is what makes you and him so fucking perfect for each other. 

With your love, Jungkook recovers quickly. Soon, he feels strong enough to lift his head and meet your eyes.

“How are you doing?”

“Good, but vulnerable. I wanna hold you.”

“Let’s lie down.”

Your limbs tangle together so you can face each other. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glimmering prettily.

“I don’t know what happened.”

“Me neither. There must be crack on this toy.”

He laughs weakly, “seriously. At some point it felt alive inside me.”

“Right? And the sounds-”

“So wet. I tried not to listen because it would have broken me instantly.”

You agree with a nod and snicker. Jungkook smiles softly. 

“I feel so droopy”, he confesses, dropping his hand on your cheek.

You melt into his touch, “you look droopy.”

He hums and closes his eyes. You scoot closer and kiss his nose. 

“Just think of the day I peg you with it.”

He mewls, “don’t make me think of that, I’ll pass out.”

“Sorry”, you snicker and kiss his nose a second time, “I’m so happy that we bought this toy. I definitely wanna use it again.”

“Yeah me too.” He kisses your lips, mumbling a very heartfelt “I love you” against them.

“I love you too.” 

“Wanna cuddle.”

You close the distance and snuggle into him. Jungkook purrs happily, hugging you against him.

“This was amazing”, he whispers, “it got me there so fast. I’m kinda sad it’s over.”

“I get you. I got there so fast too. Means we have to do it again soon.

“Yeah definitely.”

You snuggle him tighter, tracing mindless shapes on his back. He does the same along your spine.

“The sun’s starting to set”, you whisper.

“Nice. I love the sunset. Should we make pasta for dinner?”

“Pasta sounds amazing. And for dessert we can have ice cream.”

“Yeah, mint choco.”

“No, hazelnut choco.” 

Jungkook smiles. Even years later, your favourite ice cream flavour hasn’t changed. 

“I love you so much”, he whispers, wrapping his limbs around you to melt you into him.

“I love you too, but I’m gonna suffocate”, you whine, heart racing like crazy. 

“Take it, I need to squeeze you.”

You laugh, letting it happen gladly. He is such a sweetheart.

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week [review]

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Yandere Score: 8/10

Overall Score: 8/10

Fear does exactly what it's supposed to. Not perfectly by any means, but well enough that I don't mind spending an hour and a half in its world.

A very fun world too - cute fashion, a great score, pleasing cinematography and a male lead who slowly becomes more despicable the longer the film goes on. Alyssa Milano, Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoon look incredible the entire movie. And I guess their acting isn't bad either.

We start off with a man out on a jog. And we know it's going to be a thriller because a) shaky cam and b) very dramatic music just two minutes in. Great start. After that, we're introduced to Nicole (Reese Witherspoon), a high schooler with a slightly strained relationship with her dad and teenage angst lite.

She's cute. The girl next door with a daddy's girl bracelet and a kid brother who loves her. If she didn't have the bad luck of running into a bad man, I'd say things would have worked out just dandy.

But no such luck. Not for you kid.

Enter David.

He walks on screen to audible screams from the audience (me). He's hot. And the way he's introduced is hot. Shady bar, music in the background, leather jacket delinquents playing pool. From the get go, he screams bad boy. Rubbing (read: jerking off) his pool cue - at hip height - while looking at our female lead? C'mon, that's too easy.

I won't go into detail, but they obviously end up in a relationship. And it's hot stuff. At one point, he has his hand up her her skirt while they're on a rollercoaster. Yeah, we all see the symbolism. Coming (down) must be pretty fun on a ride like that, huh Nic?

It's not great the entire movie - their first conversation is stilted and awkward, filled with clichés. But the build up in tension is what does it for me.

There are plenty of little things that tip you off from the get go. David isn't as nice as he seems, not by a long shot.

It starts with a few tense looks between him and Nicole's dad. Just a father being a bit picky, right? Nope. He turns back the office clock so he can have a little more time with Nicole before curfew. He flirts with her best friend. He tells Nicole to, "Get me a coke." Bossy. Commanding.

I'll be honest, if I didn't know the synopsis of the film, I'd say dear old dad was being overly protective. Nope. Those red flags are about as red as they can get.

When things start going off the rails, the movie handles it pretty well. The scenes are decently tense, even though they're missing that little bit of careful handling that would make them terrifying.

As a yandere, David does everything you'd expect. He's manipulative. He's violent. He doesn't know where to draw the line in anything. Oh, and he's hot. Did I mention that already?

He's a Levi's and t-shirt kind of guy, with a great car, a nice voice, and biceps you want to sink your teeth into. When it comes to deranged stalkers, you can do a LOT worse.

The third act is a ball of a time. There's room for it to have been a bit more tense - it suffers from being a little too short, the twists not having enough time to breathe. The pace doesn't feel quick in the so much happening, I'm at the edge of my seat sort of way, but in the oh no, we only have the budget for thirty more minutes of run time sort of way.

Still, it's very enjoyable. David says and does plenty of very yandere things. I'm absolutely stealing some of his lines.

In terms of style, the movie is a knockout. I think it's a big part of what carries my recommendation. The cinematography is really pleasing, with lots of reds and dark greens. Very 'Seattle on a rainy day.' The sound track is totally 90's, with a nice mix of rock, pop and indie. It gives the movie a sense of place and time that exponentially improves the story.

How does it hold up as a piece of yandere media? It doesn't do anything radical or new, but the classics it sticks to are done well enough that it's worth the watch.

Oh, and David is very hot. I don't know if I mentioned that. 

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

[chimivx]

who’s freaky & who’s not out of the skz boys 👀

i am an ot8 freak truther… they all are… but their freakiness varies… so i’ll rank their freaky intensity… 😇😏

MOST ~

bang chan

the originator, founder, owner of freaksville. i’m talking like, play with you 24/7 type freaksville. he’s done it all, you’ve both tried it all, he’s kept you going for days, your life in his hands, rules implemented, punishments if they’re broken, he’s gone as far to lock a dainty chain permanently around your neck… you’re on a schedule, he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re eating what you need to, drinking plenty of water- cause when you’re intimate, in scene, there’s no getting through to him. his eyes have gone dark- if they haven’t been for days- and you’re locked in for the night…. and the next morning… and probably that night… afterwards though? PHEW. this man can take care of you, someone help me i need a medic

hyunjin

to him, it’s an art. he’s educated, he takes the time to learn- you, your body, your ticks, your pleasures, your compatibility in and out of the bedroom… this man knows how to tie you up. shibari enthusiast. so many times he’s contorted you into compromising positions, beautiful positions, slightly uncomfortable but gratifying positions you’re willing to tough out for the sake of his praise… sometimes he won’t even fuck you, he’ll draw you. paint you. rock hard, leaking into his pants, bottom lip red from the assault of his teeth… you’re his muse, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the mindset it puts him in… ugh help me lmfao oh my god

jeongin

are we shocked!!!!? he wanted to be a priest, guys. of course i’m gonna use that against him. (dont cancel me). he’s a dom, but not as dom as chan, but he’s up there. fucking you whenever he pleases, teasing you to no end, your dynamics in the bedroom making an appearance sometimes in your regular life… he’s got it in perfect balance. if anyone calls out his dirty comments he’s pursing his lips, perking his brows and innocently shooting them a, “hm?” your sex life is between the two of you… but how hot to know that people know…

felix

the king of dirty minds. you catch him staring at you across the room with that look in his eye and you already know he’s cookin’ something up for you guys to try later… he’ll pull things from his friends, stories he’s heard, half hard in his jeans until he comes home to you, pulls you away from whatever you’re doing cause “we’ve gotta try this”… a try anything once kinda guy. more often than not he’s spending his day winding you up without you knowing, strategic touches, subtle slutty comments/insinuations, beguiling glances- even in public, even around the boys- so when you end up in bed at night you’re left with no choice but to straddle and mount him…

lee know

yes, he’s at 5. don’t slap me- but lino would. a quiet freak, he’s got a mouth, but watch what his dancers body can do… his stamina… his creative juices spurring him to twist you into a new position not even WikiHow can teach one to do. easily slips into a dom mindset, and though so many people think he’s a hard!dom, he’s deff toeing the line, but he’s paying attention. he’s paying more attention than you think he is.

seungmin

don’t yell at me, he’s not at the bottom. he is a weirrrrrdo, of course he’s f r e a k y. but his freakiness comes from his mouth. yeah he’ll get physically freaky, where there’s something, there’s more, but the MOUTH on this man??? will degrade you into the afterlife life and follow you there to keep going, cause if he’s running his mouth, you’re fighting back, and if you’re fighting back, he knows he’ll be blowing your mind in an hour…

han

don’t say you’re shocked, don’t look at me like that, yes this boy will get on his knees and let you order him around, but it’s not his total focus. like felix, he’ll find his mind in the gutter- just not as often- so his freakiness stems from there… if the mood strikes, watch out. he’ll bend you like a pretzel, mark you up, and let those little shit talking lips degrade you until your tears fall…

changbin

don’t count him out just cause he’s on the bottom… he’ll still smack you if you ask, tie your wrists to the headboard, fuck you if he knows one of the boys are around and he wants to show off… but he’s gotta be in the mood for it. whenever he’s intimate with you it’s special, he doesn’t wanna be caught up in a ‘scene’ all the time, he wants to connect with you, and most times, just wants to get off after a long day… but you’ve seen this mans muscle… he’s deff down to throw you around.

~ LEAST

[ridher]

jj maybank running into the sweet new girl when stopping by a local smoothie shop

it was only your second day on the job, the first one where you were on your own to serve those strolling the hot summer beach packed with both kooks, pogues, and the occasional touron.

you hadn't even had a chance to make any friends beyond the other young girls you worked with, but even that wasn't more than friendly conversation. you'd gotten a job straight after moving to the south side of kildare — your family needed the money.

it was getting a bit stressful as soon as it hit late afternoon. the crowd of people in line along with the heat beating down during its prime hours, plus being so inexperienced, was overwhelming and starting to get to your performance.

pushing through, you get to what seems like the last group of people for a bit. by now, pieces have fallen from the messy updo of your hair and a thin sheen of sweat coats your body — even through the lenient dress code that allows you to wear a dainty tank top and jean shorts.

still, you greet them with a sweet smile that's mostly directed at the boy in front with brown, curly hair, sporting a bandana around his neck. your lips part to recite the words you'd been trained to welcome customers by when a blonde boy pushes his way up from behind and flashes a crooked smirk.

"um, what can i get you guys today?" you hesitate and it comes out less confident than when said to all the customers before.

"yeah.. let me get a uh— y'know, what do you suggest?" the same boy responds, arms crossing while his brows pinch like he's thinking awfully hard.

based on the expressions of the group accompanying him — two other boys and one girl — this behavior from the sun-tanned boy isn't an uncommon occurrence.

"this week's special's been my favorite recently." something about the attention of his intense eye contact has you nervous, shifting in your stance and brushing loose strands of hair from your face.

"shit, aight, gimme four of 'em." his haze only briefly darts to the little stand showcasing said smoothie before he agrees.

"wh—" the other boy behind him is ignored when he attempts to speak up, the girl only rolling her eyes and directing her attention elsewhere.

nonetheless, you get started on four of the same drink, back turned to the group as you move about — mind full thinking about the smallest interaction between you and the boy.

soon enough, you arrange the smoothies across the counter and ring up the price on a company tablet. that's when you finally look back up at the boy with a small but genuine smile and relay the total.

hassling the previous leader for money, he places the cash on the surface between you two, tonguing at his cheek with an almost amused look when his lips turn up slightly.

the smoothies get distributed and their change is returned, yet that one boy lingers across the counter.

"jj. you're new, yeah?" he finally asks, sticking out the hand that's not holding a drink.

you nod, shaking his hand and checking behind him to make sure nobody is waiting on the exchange before pulling your hand away and telling him your name.

jj nods, not so subtly taking in your full appearance with a sip from the straw. his eyes finally land back on yours and his expression is ever so smug noticing the flush on your cheeks.

knocking on the counter with his knuckles, he shakes his head to himself and starts to walk off in the path his friends went.

"i'll see ya 'round." drawing out your name at the end of his departing statement and winking, jj finally leaves.

it's all you can recall the rest of your shift, especially when you catch his stares from various spots across the beach before being punched in the arm or smacked on the back of his head by what you see now to be his group of pogue friends.

you can't help but smile to yourself, knowing he's just as intrigued by you that you are him — even if it just makes the hands on the clock move faster daydreaming about a cute surfer boy.

[stlllle]

Squid game Season 2 as parents ---headcanons(part 2)

Characters:

Nam-gyu (124)

Min-su (125)

Recruiter (Ddakji man)

Hwang Jun-ho (the cop)

Total word count: Around 7,000 words(part 1 and 2)

Note: This is my personal interpretation of the characters based on the show + some headcanon freedom! Not official canon.

Requests: If you like this and want me to write for other characters or scenarios, my requests are open! Feel free to ask💌

Masterlist –[link]

Nam-gyu//Player 124

Nam-gyu as a dad is…

a mix of silence, fear, and love he doesn’t know how to handle.

He’s not the kind of dad who showers you with affection all day long…

He’ll mess up.

He’ll distance himself sometimes.

Disappear for a late-night smoke…

But he’ll always come back.

Always.

His problem was never not loving enough…

It’s loving too much… so much it terrifies him.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re the thread keeping him grounded.

The reason he still tries to be a better person.

When you told him you were pregnant…

He froze.

Like… actually froze.

Staring at nothing… barely breathing.

It took him days to process…

But when he finally accepted it…

He hugged you like his life depended on it.

He’s scared.

Scared of not being enough.

Scared of failing the kid.

Scared of passing down his trauma.

But he tries.

Every single day.

---

Nam-gyu with a newborn:

Super clumsy at first.

His hands shake while holding the baby.

He’s like:

“Are they breathing okay? Am I holding them right? Are you sure?”

But the cutest part?

He’ll sit there for hours… just staring at the baby…

Trying to memorize every single detail.

He’s the dad lying awake at night…

Baby on his chest…

Listening to sad music… eyes watery.

And yeah… he cries.

In secret.

When no one’s looking.

---

Nam-gyu with a toddler (2-5 years old):

He’s the quiet dad…

Pretends he doesn’t know how to play…

But you’ll catch him on the floor… building Legos in complete silence… with the tiniest soft smile.

Struggles to say “I love you” out loud…

But shows it in little ways:

Making breakfast

Walking the kid to school on rainy days (umbrella for the kid, gets soaked himself)

Leaving sticky notes like: “Eat properly.” / “Cover up, it’s cold.”

When the kid gets sick?

He panics.

Stays up all night…

Dark circles under his eyes…

Watching over them like a hawk.

---

Nam-gyu and the trauma:

He carries so much weight.

Comes from abandonment… pain… loss.

Many nights…

He sits on the floor…

Head in his hands…

Asking himself:

“Can I really do this? Do I deserve this?”

But the way the kid runs to hug him…

Smiles when he gets home…

Calls him “daddy” with so much love…

That’s what keeps him going.

---

His soft side (that he’ll never admit):

Learns to braid hair (if it’s a girl) just to see them happy

Sings softly at bedtime (with that low, broken voice of his)

Keeps every single drawing the kid makes

Looks at old baby photos late at night

Whispers “I love you” when the kid’s already asleep… just so they won’t hear

---

Summary of Nam-gyu as a dad:

Quiet

Traumatized

Insecure

Cares way more than he shows

Loves silently

Lives in constant fear of messing up… but never gives up

A broken man… but fights like hell for his kid

The true definition of “soft, sad boy who just wanted to get it right” 😭

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Park Min‑su//Player 125

Min-su as a dad is a “shy, anxious, insecure man terrified of messing up, but who loves with every bit of his heart—even if he doesn’t know how to show it.”

He’s the kind of man who, despite the fear, pushes himself to be enough for his family.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re his emotional anchor.

He lives in his head, wondering if he’s protecting you and the kid enough.

When you told him you were pregnant… he froze.

Looked at you wide‑eyed, not sure if he should laugh or cry.

After a moment, he whispered:

“I… I’m going to try to be strong for you both.”

He spent the whole pregnancy reading every article, watching every video… just so he wouldn’t fail.

---

Min‑su with a newborn:

He holds the baby so gingerly it’s almost obsessive.

Every breath, every stir—you see him monitoring it all.

If the baby stirs at night?

Lights up and checks immediately:

“Are they okay? Breathing right?”

He logs diaper changes, feeding times… always a head above the fear of missing something.

---

Min‑su with a toddler (2‑5 years old):

He’s still watching over you obsessively.

Asks questions at school-call nights.

Checks lunches like a hawk.

If the kid falls, he freezes in panic, then scoops them up gently like they’re made of glass.

Words are hard for him—“I love you” isn’t often said, but:

He slips notes in the lunchbox: “Eat well, stay warm.”

Buys that toy they mentioned even if it’s a stretch financially.

He wants to show love but fears he won’t be enough.

---

Min‑su and the trauma:

His cowardice rides on real fear—not cruelty.

He hides behind insecurity.

But when the kid calls “Daddy” in that soft voice…

He almost disappears on the inside.

Stands still, but his heart breaks open.

When he slips up, he punishes himself for days…

You remind him:

“It’s okay. You’re doing your best. I see you.”

He breaks down quietly…and then tries again.

---

Soft and real moments:

Lunchbox codes: “Daddy loves you,” in tiny writing

Trying to learn to fly a kite, even if he has no clue

Falling asleep to the baby’s breathing—afraid to miss it

A nickname just for you two—like “my sunshine”

---

Summary of Min‑su as a dad:

Shy, insecure

Overthinker with endless care

Loves deeply, even if quietly

Needs reassurance

Does everything with true affection

A real, vulnerable dad who fails but never stops trying

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Hwang Jun-ho

Jun-ho is the kind of dad who seems like he can handle the whole world, but really just wants to keep his world (his family) safe and whole.

He’s not much for words, but every gesture speaks louder than any speech.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re his safe harbor, the calm in the storm.

When he found out you were having a kid, he got tense but decided he’d be the best dad ever — even if he had to learn on the way.

He’s overprotective, sometimes too much, and gets defensive when anything threatens you.

---

Jun-ho with a newborn:

He melts when caring for the baby.

Spends hours just watching, paying attention to every move.

Not very talkative but never misses a chance to cuddle and comfort the baby.

Always awake during the nights, checking if everything’s okay.

---

Jun-ho with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Teaches simple but important stuff — like riding a bike, caring for friends, and respecting rules.

He’s always there, watching closely, ready to protect and help.

A serious guy but the kid knows he can always count on him.

---

Jun-ho’s emotional side:

He carries a huge burden, like it’s his job to protect the whole world.

Sometimes it weighs on him, and he shuts down.

But with family, he opens up — quietly and shyly.

---

Jun-ho’s soft side:

Makes playlists to help the kid sleep

Cooks, even if he’s bad at it, just to see their smile

Radiates calm, even in chaos

Has a hug that can fix anything

---

Summary of Jun-ho as a dad:

Strong and protective

Reserved and serious

Extremely dedicated

Has a giant heart hidden behind the badge

A dad who would do anything for his family’s happiness

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Recruiter//Ddakji Man

This man…

Literal definition of mystery + commercial smile + buried trauma + emotional manipulation + unresolved loneliness.

Him as a dad?

A guy trying so hard to hide feelings… but absolutely weak every time the kid smiles at him.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

At first… he pretended he was chill.

All that “emotional control”, “being a responsible adult”, “nothing shakes me” attitude.

But inside?

A full mental breakdown.

When you told him you were pregnant?

He froze.

Literally stared at the wall like recalculating his whole life.

Took him a few days…

Then showed up with that awkward smile:

“Let’s… do our best.”

(And you know… when he says that… he’s lowkey dying inside.)

---

Recruiter with a newborn:

King of pretending to be stoic…

But melts when holding the baby.

Pretends he’s not emotional… but you catch him staring at the baby sleeping with this dumb soft smile.

He’s the dad who:

Makes the baby sleep on his chest

Sings old songs softly

Panics every time the baby sneezes

If anyone tries to touch the baby?

That smile disappears instantly… replaced with pure murder eyes.

---

Recruiter with a toddler (2-5 years old):

The kid becomes a mini-him.

Walking around with tiny hands in pockets… trying to look all serious… then bursting into giggles.

Teaches them logic games…

Takes them on “strategic” outings (like aquariums and museums).

If the kid cries?

He panics… but masks it:

“It’s fine… everything’s under control… come here.”

(Then hugs them tight… smelling like expensive woodsy cologne.)

---

His secret fear:

That one day…

The kid will see his darker side.

Know the things he’s done.

Realize he’s not the hero he pretends to be.

So he tries extra hard to be present…

Even with guilt clawing at his chest.

---

His soft, hidden side:

Sleeps with the kid on his chest

Still keeps their first baby outfit

Always takes photos… never posts any

Plays with their hair while they sleep

Has that “God, I love this kid so much it physically hurts” expression almost daily

---

Summary of Recruiter as a dad:

Quiet

Overprotective

Way softer than he lets on

Guilt-ridden

Emotionally repressed

But loves with everything he’s got… and would do anything for that child

[koalaflower]

hi koalaflower! could you maybe do a rin x reader where the reader’s not allowed to finish? he keeps teasing them over and over until they’re shaking, begging, totally desperate 😩 basically rin edging the reader hehe 😁

btw i love your fics sooo much!! 😍💕 the way you write hits so different—it’s super comforting fr 🔥❤️‍🔥 hope you’re eating well and getting good rest too 💓💖💋 (totally okay to ignore this if it makes you uncomfy, no worries!!)

rin itoshi !

edging you while he eats you out ⋆｡°✩

includes. afab!reader. aged-up itoshi rin. EXPLICIT smut. fingering, cunninglingus, orgasm denial, edging, jealousy.

a/n. was kicking my feet and giggling when i read this ask. i hope you’re healthy and eating well too :) here’s rin as a sadistic, jealous cunt for you. hope you enjoy !!

word count. 623

“what’d he say?”

dark tufts of teal tickle your inner thighs as rin’s rough tongue flattens over your slick folds, fingers spreading you open to lap up every bead of sticky nectar. his voice is a muffled sound against your wet cunt, nose nudging the sensitive underside of your clit.

“h-huh..?” you blink down at him, eyes half-lidded and bleary. he’d been at this for almost half an hour, bringing you to the sweet precipice of release and back down. his vibrant, teal eyes remain locked onto yours as a calloused finger traces the rim of your entrance.

“to make you laugh,” he murmurs, easily pushing it inside. your velvet walls welcome him greedily, fluttering around his single digit before sucking him in.

“mmf… who?”

“that pink antennaed freak.” your brows scrunch together in confusion, a light flush dusting your pretty features. it’s hard to think with his warm tongue delving in and out between your folds. he huffs, half-amused and half-annoyed at your obliviousness as he spits onto your already soaked pussy, swirling the saliva around with his finger.

“shidou,” he says the name like it’s poison, estranged syllables that shouldn’t fit together the way they do. your lips fall open in recognition, finally processing his question. it was nothing short of friendly, really—a two to three minute conversation as passing acquaintances. the blond had approached you while you were waiting for your boyfriend to emerge from pxg’s locker room. you didn’t even think he saw, much less cared. “n-nothing. asked how we… ah… met. ‘sstuff like that.”

“told you to wait for me.”

“but he—“

“shut up.” his tongue swirls around your clit, effectively silencing you as he presses his nose flush against your pelvis. rin looks up at you through long, fluttering lashes, an intensity in his gaze that borders on possessiveness. “don’t talk t’ him again.”

“‘m sorry, rin. please. need you—“

”wait.” he’s feeling impatient himself, but he wants to take his time with you. wants to draw this out. “you can listen the second time ‘round, can’t you?”

“shit, please.” he’s quiet, working you to the edge as the rough pad of his fingertip brushes against your sweet spot. “can’t..! dunno if…” he doesn’t let you finish, tongue lapping up the sugary excess of your arousal. “fucking asshole. always touching things that aren’t his,” he mumbles to himself, transfixed on one thing and one thing only—proving himself to you.

“rin! god, please.” there’s an obscene squelch, squelch, squelch as his finger pistons in and out, lips closing around your hardened clit. you’re so close, tightening around his digit with those cute, wanton cries, and fuck, if the sight doesn’t make his cock jump. “won’t do it a—hngh—gain! won’t talk to him. please, please, baby, need you so bad.” he doesn’t slow, only watching even as big, fat tears cascade down your rosy cheeks. he’s too far in, so mesmerized, and you’ve never looked so beautiful.

“yeah?” you nod, gripping at the back of his head. “y-yeah!” he hooks his arms around your legs, pulling you closer. you taste good, a flavor that’s so specifically you. he scoffs, “doubt it.”

you whine, eyes blown wide at the onslaught of sensations he was giving you. you’re his precious girlfriend, and he knows you’d never cheat. but seeing you with shidou—that shitty hare-brained eyesore—of all people, was more than his fragile little ego could handle. downright disrespectful, even. rin plants a sweet kiss against your cunt, an almost sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looks up at you, hooking your leg over his shoulder before he slides a second finger in.

“gonna keep you here ‘til you learn how to be patient. that fine with you, pretty girl?”

[laruezzzz]

~ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 [𝖘𝖋𝖜 + 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜]

⋆.˚🎧✮˚.⋆🎮 𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫, 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who starts every stream with a joke she rehearsed on you first. in the bathroom mirror. with a toothbrush in her mouth. sounding it out like a little kid reading a big word for the first time. it’s always some dumb pun or low-blow jab at a game dev, and every time you laugh- even if it’s fake- she files that sound away under “yes, this’ll totally kill!”

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to act all aloof and too-cool-for-twitch the first time you ever watched one of her streams, only to absolutely spiral when she saw your username notif pop up in chat. "oh- oh shit, that's- uh. babe?" she mumbles into the mic, suddenly forgetting how her own keyboard works. her chat goes feral. you haven’t even typed anything yet, you’re just lurking like a ghost. now every time you stop by, she does a gentle little voice. her voice gets all soft around the edges. it’s a little embarrassing, she knows, but she can’t help it.

~ streamer!ellie, who keeps a little sticky note stuck to the corner of her monitor that says “reminder: NO pet names on stream.” has she ever followed it? nope, not once. the minute you pass behind her cam, even in just socks and your ‘ugly but legal’ hoodie, she short-circuits. “hey babe- SHIT, wait, not babe- uh, you didn’t see that, right chat?” the clip hits twitter in like thirty seconds flat. she can’t ban the people who bring it up fast enough.

~ streamer!ellie, who mods her own minecraft server and only lets her mutuals in, but built a weirdly specific little cottage deep in the forest- moss on the roof, flower boxes, custom textures and everything- and when someone asks “who lives here?” she just shrugs and mumbles, “my girlfriend. obviously.” no one else can open the front door but you. she made sure of that herself, using redstone (yes i know this isn't possible shut up). it took her six hours and several breakdowns.

~ streamer!ellie, who has two camera setups- one for her desk, one for her sketchbook, but ends up never using the second cause she doesn’t like people seeing the way her hands shake when she draws something for you. it’s not nerves. it’s adrenaline. she stays up until 3am getting the shading on a silly chibi of you two kissing in the stardew valley style just right, then shyly posts it in her discord art channel with a “made this for my gf heheh don’t look at it.” everyone looks at it, of course.

~ streamer!ellie, who once did a Q&A and someone asked “how’d you two meet?” and she tried to tell the story but just about halfway through she got sidetracked describing your laugh. "okay wait, sorry—hold on. you know that like, pffft sound? Like a soda can opening but if it was like.. gay? yeah, that’s her laugh! makes me insane." forty-five minutes go by, and she’s still talking about you. no one remembers the original question.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who swears up and down she doesn't get off on the sound of you teasing her while she's live. but, god, when you're sprawled out on the bed just off-camera, mouthing filth at her behind her monitor, she fumbles her controller like it’s greased up. “yeah, i- i meant to drop that grenade. tactical, yknow?” her chat's making fun of her. her pulse is tap-dancing. when she finally ends the stream she’s all over you with her headset still on, dragging your ass under her and exclaiming, “do you think you're funny!?” poor baby, she is so flustered.

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to sext you mid-stream with the literal worst euphemisms imaginable. “my joystick is overheating. might need some cooling from a certain technician 😼” she types under her desk, looking smug like she just wrote shakespeare. afterwards, as she waits for your reply, her face is beet red and she's trying not to laugh at her own stupid innuendo. later, when you're alone, she trips over her own shoes trying to pull her jeans off, muttering, “oh, the technician’s here! time to, uh- fix my…data…hard drive…” you silence her with a kiss before she starts yapping on about RAM.

~ streamer!ellie, who wanted to surprise you by playing a sexy version of her sub goal wheel- except she forgot like half the prompts. so you’re sitting on the bed while she spins it live, and suddenly she’s reading out loud: “uh… okay… it says ‘lick something sweet’- wait, i meant like candy, not- well, okay, now i’m thinking about licking you…” she snorts, wheels the chair back from the cam, and whispers, “you wanna be my dessert after this?” later, she’s got whipped cream on her chin, and you're trying to take her seriously while she deadpans, “this is peak content.”

~ streamer!ellie, who tried to record a freaky audio for your birthday. she thought she’d be all smooth about it- low, raspy voice, moans, the works. but five seconds in, she hiccups, giggles, and drops her phone. “okay, okay- listen, i'm restarting. this time i’m gonna sound like a sex demon, promise.” she does not. she sounds like a total nerd trying her best, getting more turned on by how flustered she is than the script. you end up using the bloopers as foreplay. she’s in your lap, laughing between kisses, voice all breathy as she admits, “i wanted it to be all sexy, not… not... like scooby doo!”

~ streamer!ellie, who swore she was gonna top this time- like, she even practiced her “dom voice” in the mirror in preparation. “you’re mine tonight, got it?” but when it came down to it, all that practiced confidence unraveled the second you called her “ma’am” in a half-joking voice. “don’t do that,” she squeaks, climbing on top of you with all the menace of a nervous puppy, hoodie sleeves falling over her hands. “i will literally combust.” she tries to hold eye contact while riding you, but fails miserably, of course. she keeps biting her lip to stifle the whimpery little sounds she’s making. “fuck, this wasn’t the plan,” she mumbles. “you were supposed to be the one blushing.”

~ streamer!ellie, who gets so turned on watching you play her favourite games that she ends up draped across your lap, making “helpful suggestions” with her hand buried in your panties. "you're aiming a little low- oh, fuck, right there is good, actually." when you raise an eyebrow, she just grins. “it's some tactical distraction, babe! gotta keep the game realistic, no?”

[moonstruckdraws]

Poseidon

There you are, coward.

ver. 2

ver. 1

I don't know what's more terrifying: me making designs within the next 24 hours of the last one (technically) three times now, or the fact I'm getting motivation to draw guys (tbf it is mainly for interactions between the gods & art of couples but still).

I forgot to explain why Hephaestus doesn't have anything sentient/second set of eyes like the rest (excluding Aphrodite) of the gods so far. In reality, it's cause I had no ideas, whatsoever. But my headcanon idea is that because he was thrown out of Olympus and raised outside of it, he didn't get a sentient thing. I don't have it all thought out, but I want all the Olympians to have semi-sentient things on their person (with some outside exceptions like Antheia, but she is a Kharities so-). Idk, I'll figure it out. Or not.

Anyway:

Fun fact, this man had his board made ages ago (along with Aphrodite, Ares, & Amphitrite) back in November. Unlike those guys though, he stayed a blank canvas when I tried to draw him cause I could not for the life of me decide how to draw him. But now I did. Feels bittersweet.

I also do not have a lot for Poseidon. I feel like he's one of the gods you can predict how he looks like so easily and be similar to other people's versions like by 60%-80%, no shade of course. He's got the water hair & beard & gills, and only then do things get different between others' interpretations, depending on how monstrous/human/how many fishing nets can I put on this man they want to make it.

Apparently his sacred plant is wild celery, but I just couldn't find a place for it. Could make it another tattoo. Yeah, he has those because I couldn't think of any cool jewelry to give him. Good luck, me, in trying to draw it repeatedly (I'm already sick of it, but I like it). The shell on his right shoulder tattoo is to be a connection to Amphitrite, as one of her animals are shellfish, because I wanted to add a part of her to him. Another reference to Amphitrite are the tear shaped clips he has on his person that are on her design (that I need to update a little).

His tattoos also have dolphins on them of course. And the tied fabric of his cloth is supposed to be similar to dolphin fins (moreso the Hippocampus, but either work). He has a lot of waves on his design, of course, and swirls that are totally not annoying to draw. I also gave him a hook necklace for fun, no other reason. Because why would I...

Last thing is his hair. When looking at the 3/4th's view of him, you can see he does have more hair. It just isn't drawn- but it goes back into two braids. The braids are held together by his little crown and a clip in the shape of a horse. I plan for the horse to be his sentient thing, but we'll see..