#he never GOT that moment that makes every sleepless night and stressful day feel worth it

[dickcheneyshousepet]

takeda ittetsu has big widower energy. ESPECIALLY in the beginning. he’s just a lonely guy trying to find an outlet for all his love and inject some purpose into his life! he’s willing to give these kids his life savings because he no longer wants to imagine his future now that his spouse is gone. he doesn’t mind staying late for practice because he has no one to come home to. he’s angry at the universe, and it manifests as him clawing and gnashing at opportunities for these kids because like hell will he let fate be unkind to them. he has to relearn how to make healthy sacrifices out of love as opposed to breaking his back out of guilt and a sense of obligation.

idk why but adding some grief and survivor’s guilt to takeda’s arc just makes it better. it ties the whole thing together

[maliciousblog]

Bodyguard 2 (Mingi)

Having cookies for breakfast probably wasn't ideal but they made your heart happy so cookies it was.

You did notice a few missing from the sheet.

You had an idea of who the cookie thief was but didn't bring it up. Chuckling at the idea of your big burly bodyguard having a sweet tooth.

With his daily dose of mouth numbingly bitter coffee that he made that filled the entire kitchen with the smell of slightly burnt coffee beans.

He never really seemed to be the kind to indulge you but he occasionally did.

Bringing you sweet treats during your work breaks or picking you up bridal style for when your feet hurt from walking in those painful yet pretty high heels he picked out for you.

As he injected himself into your life like slow poison creeping into your life.

When you did begin to notice it was too late he had already sunk his fangs so far into you it would be impossible to fight him off.

He had your routine down to the very last detail.

From when you woke up in the morning to when you went to sleep.

Making the excuse that he was just doing his job when following you around like a shadow.

When he couldn't shadow you he watched you through the many cameras he had placed around the house in plain view the others he had discreetly hidden in your bedroom his own personal reality show starring his favourite doll.

It was wrong but he was too selfish to care. His life was boring and bleak and you came in like a ray of sunshine.

It didn't take long before his obsession got out of hand you were his coping mechanism from the night terrors he regularly suffering from. The PTSD from his time in the military gave him insomnia those sleepless nights when the voices in his head got too loud watching you or being around you helped ground him it helped him clutch onto the little ounce of sanity he had left.

He could never let you know his real feelings for you what if you pushed him away what if you made your father hire a new bodyguard he couldn't let that be. For the first time in his life he has something precious something worth living for he can't let that get away from he won't let anyone steal you away from him. Not your loser friends not even the sleezebags that hit on you.

He had to isolate you make you feel like no one was there for you except him. It wouldn't take him too much time. He was used to playing mind games. He was trained in psychological warfare little you didn't stand a chance in the first place.

Your father was overworked and stressed to the hilt it didn't take him too much time to manipulate him to increasing your security and limiting your public interactions all it took was him to forge up some face evidence of a possible kidnapping for ransom. He hired some lowlife criminal to stage an abduction it was simple really.

You were on your way back home you insisted on walking back without him. His presence was overbearing and suffocating at times. You were grateful for his dedication to his work but having someone tail you 24 hours of the day made life suffocating.

It was like he was a ghost haunting you whenever you looked over your shoulder he was there. He was there right around every single corner. You could almost smell his cologne on you even though he never once touched you. It was like his scent had seeped into your bones and nested itself in you.

You just needed some fresh air you need some time away from the intoxication of him.

He hesitantly agreed to let you out of a short post dinner walk around the neighborhood. Reminding you to keep your location on at all times and to text him the moment you felt even something go slightly wrong.

The relief from finally getting some alone time was rather short lived.

As you were so caught up in the moment you didn't notice the van circling up to until the Masked men grabbed you of the curb to your house yanking you away from the safety of familiarity.

He had hired a few lowlife thugs to abduct you off the block he made them drive around in circles.

The dark tinted windows on the van made it impossible for you to figure out where exactly you were.

They bound you down stuffing a dirty rag into your mouth muffling your screams of terror.

He made them rough house you slapping you around until your lips bled. Tossing you between them like a rag doll. He made them tell you all the nasty things they would do to you and that there was nothing you could do to stop them.

Which they were happy to oblige they got to terrorize a pretty little thing like all the while getting payed for it what more could they ask for.

They had been only driving around for a few hours but it felt like an eternity to you.

Mingi knew exactly where you were as he drove close following the van. He could here what exactly those men were doing to you through the live feed camera if it was a decent man he would be disgusted by the sight but he took some sick pleasure in you screaming out for help especially when he caught you screaming out his face it sent blood rushing straight down making the strain on his pants almost uncomfortable.

He decided you had enough torture for the day as he rear ended the van before ripping the door wide open the look of desperation and relief that flooded your tear stained eyes sent a chill down his spine.

You were too dazed to notice the knowing look the men in the van gave him as he pulled out his firearm making them promptly leave the scene with you in his arms.

He placed you inside he couldn't get your hands off him it wasn't like he was complaining but he needed to make you break completely before he could have you.

As he silently drove you back home relaying to your father that he had you and you were safe.

Under usual circumstances he would have himself cleaned and bandaged your bloody and bruised body himself but he needed you to feel disgusted by yourself he needed you to be desperate for his validation. He wanted you to feel guilty for not listening to him in the first place and be absolutely desperate to make it up to him.

He gave you the cold shoulder and left you in your room for the doctor to patch you up.

It broke his heart to see you sobbing alone in your room all he wanted to do was to wrap his arms around and tell you that it was going to be okay but his indifference was necessary for his plan to work out.

The rest of the week he maintained his cold demeanour only speaking when absolutely necessary and taking his meals alone in his office.

This was killing you he had become the only constant in your life and now he was shutting you out all because you didn't listen to him and landed yourself in trouble he wouldn't even look at you he made you feel like you were dirty as if you were responsible for what happened and now not even worth the trouble to reprimand.

You just wanted some reaction out of him scream , shout anything just anything but this deafening silence.

He could see you slowly start to break you began to talk less your appetite had dwindled and you started to get paranoid of everything and everyone around you. The fact that he hired some of his old military buddies to stalk you and rile you up. He had them show up when you were with your friends instructing them to stare you down or follow you close behind when you were out making sure you never had a moment of peace. Making them pass demeaning and vulgur comments at you. He knew you could do nothing about it.

He planted a seed of fear in you that all but consumed you slowly eating away from the inside leaving you feeling rotten.

You refused to leave the house let alone your room. Spending most of your days locked in trying to distract yourself with anything that would hold your attention.

When you did come out it was like watching a ghost roam around the halls of the mansion.

You felt so cold so alone. You just wanted some warmth as you felt the chill seeping into your bones.

It was the weekend usually you and Mingi would be curled up on the sofa either watching some cheesy romcom or some corny horror movie stuffing your face with treats he would bring at your request.

Your eyes lingered on the tv the blank screen showing yourself staring back at you.

You could hear the sound of feet click at a distance maybe you could convince him to spend some time with you and atleast watch a movie.

You sprinted to catch him before he disappeared again.

Mingi you all but shouted

His figure merely turned around to acknowledge you. Raising an eyebrow waiting for you to continue.

*Can we watch a movie together?* You looked at him expectantly. He wouldn't say no to you but at this point your self esteem had been so shattered you began to doubt that he would fullfill your simple request. It made you feel pathetic and worthless weren't you even worth a few hours of time. Tears were clouding your eyes at you watched him contemplate.

"No" was all he said as he headed back.

That was the final blow to your self worth it felt like he had thrown a rock into the house of cards that was your mental health.

You couldn't take it anymore you just wanted something anything good or bad it didn't matter. He broke you so bad that you would be willing to lick his affection off a knife if that's what it came down to.

The flood gates opened.

"Why not. You are my bodyguard and you'll do what I say and I'm not asking I'm telling you that you will watch a movie with me".

You couldn't help but cringe at your tone and how utterly immature you were sounding right now.

To which he simply replied. " I will not Y/N I have work to do . The world doesn't revolve around you and for your information it's your precious father that pays me and not you. All you can expect from he is to keep you safe nothing more nothing less got it. So stop being an entitled brat and let me do my job."

Was that all you were to him another job what was all the hours spent together what happened to the pet names he called you. Your name felt like poison on his tongue. He was always there for you like your shadow and now he had grown distant like strangers.

"No !! No ... No it's not fair you can't just leave me like this . I know I messed up but you can't treat me like I'm fucking invisible. You will do as I say "

Your cries turning into howling begging him to stay even for just a little while you just wanted to feel human again not just like some object. You just wanted to feel something anything this numbness and fear was turning you insane.

From demanding to pleading anything and everything you tried. Hurtling insults at him singing praise anything you didn't care that your throat was on fire from the ordeal.

At this point you were shouting at him your own voice ringing in your ears as he dead panned at you completely indifferent to your outburst.

"I don't have to do anything. You spoilt cunt" was all he said as he turned back heading to his office.

You couldn't fucking believe this . He just witnessed you have a mental breakdown and he was just going to leave like that.

You grabbed the nearest object you could find the unfortunate victim being a flower vase as you sent it aiming it right at him.

It didn't take much effort to evade your attempt to hurt him.

You watched as the vase shatter on the floor beside him.

The sound of glass shattering bringing you back to reality. The realisation made your blood turn cold like ice running through your veins.

You couldn't believe what you had done he did nothing to deserve this you absused him when all he ever did was try to keep you safe and in return you absused him verbally and assaulted him physically.

You were truly a pathetic useless waste of space.

Rage filled him as you watched him lunge at your hands wrapping around your throat cutting off your oxygen supply. Grabbing you by the neck and slamming you into the nearest wall.

His eyes were burning holes into you. The grip on your neck grows tighter by the second your vision begins to blur.

You were mortified a slew of apologies leaving your lips. Begging him for forgiveness telling him just how sorry you were.

You didn't mean for this to happen you never meant to hurt him. You cared for him you were friends to which you felt his grip tighten a bit more.

You would do anything to earn his forgiveness anything. Words were barely coherent as you tried your best to appease him.

His stoic expression never once faltering.

"You really are sorry huh... Princess why don't you get on your knees and show me just how sorry you are maybe then I'll consider your joke of an apology"

You were to stunned to speak let alone react physically a second to long and he let go of your neck send you down your body limp onto your knees not having the strength to hold yourself upright anymore.

"Tsk that what I thought useless" was all he said as he turned to take a step back when you grabbed his pants eyes pleading maybe the pathetic sight in front of him would change his mind as you continued to apologise.

"I don't want empty words Princess"

The nickname once filled with affection now just felt demeaning and condescending.

He had caged you there was no place to go no escape from this.

With shaking hands you unbuckled his belt unzipped his pants and taking his out. The sick bastard was already hard and leaking your tears did nothing but motivate him your begging making him painfully hard.

As you took him into your mouth a groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back the warmth of your sweet mouth making him dizzy. Your fawn like wide eyed expression with a mouth full of his cock was a heavenly sight to see. So incredibly lewd he wanted to sear the memory permanently into his mind.

He grabbed your hair to steady himself the whine of discomfort that vibrated through your throat from the pain in your scalp from his rough handling made him shiver.

Grabbing the back of your head he moved you up and down his cock pulling out to thrust back in hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace.

"Just like that princess. You are so good for me aren't you.

You look so beautiful like this .

So perfect so pretty"

The words of praise made you shift . Words of affirmation felt so new almost it was the first validation you had got ever since the months of isolation you had been isolated to.

It made you feel wanted him praising you felt addictive. It was like drain during a drought.

You craved more of it. It made you feel needed made you felt like you were worth something to someone.

He picked up on the change in your demeanour. You were so eager to please.

Trying to take him further into your throat gagging and drooling in the process.

So eager to please so desperate to be praised to which he happily obliged.

Whispering sweet honey coated Praises.

His perfect angel being so good for him taking him so well making him feel so good.

You could feel the wetness pool in your panties seeping into the fabric. From his praise.

One of your hands hiking up your dress pulling your panties to one side fingers moving to give some friction to your weeping attention starved cunt. The frustration was killing you.

As your fingers began to work he his boot clad feet swiftly kicking your hand away as you withdrew from him. Eyeing him liked a kicked puppy.

Confussion and hurt in your eyes as you clutched your aching hand.

"You think you deserve to cum after the stunt you just pulled. Cumming is a privilege princess a dirty bitch like you needs to fucking earn. If you are so desperate to cum ride my boot. Go on I know the frustration must be burning you up. If you want to cum get back on your knees and finish me off and I'll grant you the privilege of ridding my boot and getting yourself off like a bitch in heat"

It took you a second to register that he was being dead serious.

Your judgement was too clouded to to disobey.

Not wanting to agitate him further you did as he ordered.

Gingerly placing your clothed cunt on his boot while he caged you in with his other leg making sure you didn't have room to escape. Letting out a hiss as you slid him back into your mouth his hand on the back of your neck moving him up and down his length hair tight in in his fist maneuvering you to give him what he wants he can feel you move yourself grinding down on him the sight was lewd and downright perverted his mind raced a thousand miles an hour racing between all the things he could get you to do.

He could feel your movements starting to faltering uneven and desperate you were close. Go ahead princess cum on me.

He felt your throat constrict as you came making him tip over the edge sending ropes of hot cum down your throat an iron grip on the back of your head making sure you couldn't waste any of his spend.

Once he was done he tucked himself back in.

"Wanna watch a scary movie sweetheart?"

[happyselves]

Law of Attraction { Lando Norris x reader }

Disclamer : Swearing !!!

It was a busy weekend for the Mclaren team, they were about to get associated with a new partner. It was a huge contract and it was your first big deal. Mclaren just hired you, you were on probation before your contract will be real. You couldn’t mess up, you needed this job, needed to make your proof. You just got your law degree and it was your first job as a lawyer and you got lucky that you found yourself working as a Mclaren F1 Team new attorney.

This contract was important for both parties and it would go to the press as well. You were set to make your client sign during the next grand prix weekend and it was this weekend.

You spend hours and hours in your office reading the partner offer but something was bugging you and you couldn’t put your finger on it . You had to fly this afternoon to join all the team in Austria and you were starting to feel stress because you knew you had to put that deal on your boss table for him to sign, but that it wasn’t a good one and that we would basically get screw over by some clause or something, you knew it in your guts, you just need to find which pieces of puzzle you were missing. If the partner attorney thought he could easily screw you over like this because you were in your first year of work, he was wrong. You might be a newbie but one thing your mentor had taught you was to never show your weakness. That’s why you spend all night writing a new contract, word by word like the original, to find that little detail and you end up finding it. You were ehausted and tomorrow was the signing day, but now you were ready to show that we can’t fuck you over easily and that nobody should ever underestimated you. That was probably why mister Brown had give you the job, hearing things from is old attorney and your mentor was one thing, but proving how worth of the job you were is another and it will be soon be your moment of glory, but you couldn’t celebrate victory to soon, another thing you mentor had teach you.

Today was the day of the signing, you were stressed, you didn’t know how this would turn out. You were scared to have made a mistake and the lack of sleep was starting to rub on you. You had your plan in your mind, letting the other party think they had the upper hand and not tell them you had found the hair in the soup that will make your client profit and not lose all his money. It was important for you to not show your whole game to the adversary, but let him build his ego before you put that last card that will make you win the whole game in hand.

To make it official, Mclaren had to make the deal in their motorhome, Mister Brown wanted his two drivers to be there with him while signing as well because it was an important partnership for the whole team. It will be your first time seeing them since you entered the company, you were based in the factory back in Woking, but never had met any of them. You were quite intimidated, but the job was coming before anything else, no matter how many hours you spend in your free time to search about these two drivers, focusing on one in particular because he was around your age and something was telling you that the two of you were somewhat alike in certain ways of your life. You would lie to yourself if you didn’t find him attractive as well, but your personal preference when it comes to man can’t interfere with your work, it was your first and most important rule in your code of conduct you had set yourself on when you started studying law.

You arrive early in the paddock, hoping to visit around and discover this whole new world that you knew nothing about. You gotta visit the garage of your team, mechanics were happy to explain to you one thing or two, having a silent competition between them for the one that will have the testosterone level at his highness and find a way to make you fall for them. You already know their little trick going to law school with men, nothing could surprise you anymore. You knew you were pretty or had a little something more perhaps, but seeing gentlemans thinking the same was actually really flattering. After this pleasant little escapade, you find yourself walking the stairs of the Mclaren motorhome reading to meet everyone in the meeting room. You were the last one to enter the room, but you could give yourself the right to make an entrance after the thing you discovered during your sleepless night of searching dirt on the company represented by the douchebag sitting on the opposite side of the table. By his face you knew this man was an asshole and that it wasn’t his first rodeo and you were ready to put a stop into his little illegal business.

However when your eyes meet the drivers, especially the youngest one, your heart skips a bit, before you turn yourself and find your boss judging your rather late presence. You quickly apologize with a nod of the head before inviting them all to sit around the table and start the meeting.

Everything was going smoothly, everyone was happy, except you. You already hated what you were about to do,but you had to act fast otherwise it will be too late and the papers would be signed in front of your eyes.

“ Excuse me, I have one more question before we head toward the signature. “ You interrupted the conversation, looking at your boss, waiting for his approval to continue. After all you were only doing your job to assure everything is well covered, he couldn’t argue on that. The opposite camp didn’t have any objection for you to give a go to your wonder, thinking it would be innocent coming from a young lawyer that is still learning about the job. He made a gesture toward you, avoiding getting over this.

“ Well, mister Backfield, without due respect I was wondering why you were so eager to help our company, I did some research, you know. Usually you are investing in smaller businesses, which will lower profit. Why show the Mclaren F1 Team when it's new territory for you ? “

And action, you knew that every word that was about to leave this man’s mouth would only be total lies, but he didn’t know that. You had the upper hand by far and you won’t give him the satisfaction to put down this team and family.

And he tried hard to explain, save his case, defend himself and if you were naive you would have believed the guy but you weren't and could give a shit about his speech.

" Well I'm afraid I can't let this go on further. "

Everyone around the table was stunted, not knowing what to say. Mister Brown was reading to make you go before you heard him a piece of paper and that's when his face changed and he let you continue.

" You see Mister Backfield, you thought you could screw us over and try to go fish at a bigger price. Unfortunately for you I find out who you truly are. A piece of garbage buying company when they must need it, making them believe you will help them develop until somehow by some miracle they are forced to declare bankruptcy a couple years ago and then you buy them twice the price they truly worth before miraculously going back on the high to sell them three times the price. I don't know you but I call that stealing and corruption and I'm not ready to let my company get fucked over by an asshole like you so you can take you goddamn deal, walk away from here and never show your face around us again or I can talk to the press and trust me they are going to love it. One thing for sure is that if it happens I might win big and no negotiation put on the table will make me give you your money back. " You threw him middle fingers as you stood up and showed him the door.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not because of the revelation in itself but how you had handled the whole situation like a true boss, with confidence and pride.

Someone in the room was even more impressed and couldn't even close his mouth, clearly admiring you. If you knew better you would say that right there Lando Norris was falling in love with you and if that wasn't boasting your ego then you didn't know what will.

Mr Brown was the first one to come to you as you all watched the security guys escorting Mr Backfield out of the paddock. He was about to say something but the rush of adrenaline was making you bold and you beat him to it.

" I am so sorry mister Brown I know I should have informed you before the meeting, but honestly I wasn't even sure before entering in that room that my information was right and I only received the confirmation a minute before being here, explaining why I was late. Truly I'm sorry if I put your entire team in a difficult position, I will try to find the best replacement for you I promise you. " You were almost out of breath as you finish you log apologize but realize soon enough that it didn't really matter here.

" I am impressed with you, first month on the job and you are already making yourself irreplaceable, you shouldn't have to apologize and I certainly should be thanking you and giving you a raise. Your mentor was right to gush about you. You are someone else." Proud could be seen in his eyes and his smile couldn't leave his face as he hugged you awkwardly saying thank you one more time before leaving and going back to the garage with Daniel who made sure to wink at you and make a big thumbs up at you before heading out.

However, someone hadn't left his seat, Lando. You thought he was just going to stay there and ignore you but as you were opening the door he smashed it back close behind you.

" I observed you all weekend, wondering why such a little fragile person was headlining such a big deal like this but it turns out I was wrong, never judge a book by it's cover. I'm learning it the hard way. "

You turn to face him ready to get back at him but his lips on you made you shut up. He pushes you against that door again, putting his hands on your lower back. At first you were confused as to why he was kissing but eventually you just stopped resisting and let yourself enjoy the moment. You had a thing for him and you were now sure that these weird eye contacts weren't that innocent. He had a thing for you too.

His kiss could make you reach the roof, you never felt something like that before, not that you had much experience, he knew exactly what would make you moan into his lips and lose balance so he could tighten the grip around you. You needed air but you would not allow it to yourself, you wanted more, you wanted him.

The adrenaline in your system was still pumping through your veins and you couldn't really think straight, your hands found the back of his head, playing with his loose locks of hair. You were holding on for dear life on this ride despite the fact you barely knew the guy.

Lando ends up breaking it up and you realise you were hooked around him as he put you down on your feet again.

" Just for the record, what you did before was so fucking hot that I would gladly be a criminal if that means you would be the one to put me in jail. "

He made you laugh, you were gasping for air, messy hair, swallow lips and redness on the cheeks, no speaking of your clothes being runned and unfolding and your shoes not even on your feet anymore. Everyone knows what they say about aan that can make a woman laugh and you wouldn't argue on that, not with him anyway.

Now that you had a taste of Lando, you wanted more, so much more and by the look on his eyes he was willing to explore the " more " area with you too.

" Okay that was unexpected, but the good kind, so here's what we're going to do. You will knock twice on my door at 23pm tonight, room 344, not a minute before and not a minute after, hope you know what punctuality is because you won't get a second chance. " You gathered all your things, trying to clean yourself to make it look like nothing had happened before you caught Lando's chin in your palm.

" Hope you will have a good defense, because tonight is going to be the trial of your life " You blow him a kiss before leaving his sight, a pride face drawing on you.

MASTERLIST

[blu-joons]

Graduation Day ~ Kim Hongjoong

“I told you you’d do it,” Hongjoong smiled as you walked off the stage with your certificate held tightly in your hand, spotting him instantly waiting for you.

His arms moved around your waist as you stepped into his side, pressing his lips against the top of your head. He was your biggest supporter over the past couple of years, even when life seemed to be throwing every hurdle your way.

The long nights, the teary nights, the sleepless nights had all been worth it for the piece of paper that you held onto in that moment.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered down to you, pressing his hand to your cheek, “it’s nice to see you smiling again with the weight of the world off your shoulders.”

There had been far too many times then he liked to remember when he’d ended up finding you teary eyed or breaking down in front of your laptop. Too many visits when you’d crumbled around him because the workload became too much.

Hongjoong could remember his last visit with you the most. How you sobbed into his side for hours and vented about how difficult you were finding your final essay and how hard you were having to fight not to dropout.

“Let me take a proper look,” he smiled, holding his hand out for you to give him your certificate.

He pulled the ribbon that was around the scroll, opening it up so that he could read through it. His heart was full as he read through your name and all of the other pieces of information that came with it, including the all-important pass you’d been working towards.

“You deserve this so much,” he whispered, tying it back up again once he’d finished reading through it, “how does it feel to finally be a graduate?”

“I didn’t think I’d be a graduate a few weeks ago,” you chuckled, feeling your cheeks begin to turn red, “I was convinced on that night that I was just going to give it up, I don’t know how you managed to convince me to carry on if I’m honest with you.”

If Hongjoong was honest, he had his doubts too. Your deadline was only a couple of weeks away, and he knew you were stressed, but even he hadn’t seen you in such a state before. He was clueless, but somehow, he managed to do the right thing.

Watching you now with a wide smile on your face, he was relieved he made the decision to go to your dorm that night and see how you were getting on. If he hadn’t, he doubted that you’d even be stood where you were right now.

“And now you have the rest of your life to look forward to,” Hongjoong reminded you, “and best of all, you don’t ever have to submit another essay again.”

Your eyes lit up just at the thought of finally being free from all of your studies, “I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years after everything I’ve been through over the past few months.”

Hongjoong had often just sat back and admired your dedication and determination to getting yourself the best grade possible. You’d pushed yourself to breaking that, but your grade reflected that, which Hongjoong knew was all that you’d ever wanted.

His arms moved back around your waist once your scroll was handed back to you, tapping gently at the graduation cap on top of your head. He almost felt as if he was in a movie as he studied you kitted out head to toe in your hat and your graduation gown.

It didn’t take long before your hat piqued his interest, and he began to tap at it again and again until he sent it toppling off the top of your head. Your eyes rolled as he bent down to pick it up, sitting it perfectly against the top of your head as if nothing had happened.

“I swear it’s like bringing a child to my graduation,” you remarked, jabbing into his side gently. “You’re not with the boys now, you don’t have to keep touching everything and messing around with it,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes as his jaw opened in surprise.

“I’m just reminding myself that I’m dating a graduate,” he proudly smiled, pressing a kiss against your forehead to keep you quiet. “I feel pretty smug being able to say that, especially when I’ve been such a crucial part in helping you get to this position.”

“A crucial part? You really think that’s what you’ve been?”

His head nodded in response to your question, even though you knew he was joking, if you were honest, Hongjoong wasn’t wrong in the slightest. Each time you felt like giving up, he was there, when you wanted someone to visit you, he was straight round, and each time you succeeded, he was the first one there to congratulate you too.

Your eyes glanced back up at him, “I guess I probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, you’ve always been my biggest supporter.”

“I knew exactly what you were capable of, that’s why. Even if you doubted yourself, I knew you’d get to this position with a little bit of support,” he smiled.

“You’ve done so much more than a little bit of support,” you responded, “you’ve really been there when I felt like giving up.”

For all the times that he’d had to help you when you felt yourself breaking down or wanted to hand in your letter to tell them you were dropping out, they were all worth it and so much more as Hongjoong watched you graduate. He had never been prouder than the moment he watched you walk up on that stage and take your certificate.

“What’s next then?” He questioned suddenly, “now you have the whole world waiting for you, what do I have to support you through next? Have you got your next step?”

“Right now, I just want to do nothing for a while and give myself some time to relax.”

“That’s a good idea,” he chuckled.

Your smile grew wider, “maybe I could come and annoy you at work, make up for all the times you’ve constantly appeared at my dorm over the years.”

He couldn’t hide his delight at the thought of you getting more involved with his work now that you had the time. Hongjoong was forever trying to get you to spend time at the studio or come to a show, and now the weight of the world had lifted from you, you finally had the time.

“Whatever you do, I’ll be there,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently.

“I know,” you giggled, “you’ve been by my side through so much of the worst, it’s about time we go through some of the best together too.”

“It’s all been worth it to see you now, you’ve put so much effort and hard work into this, and now you can reap the rewards. I don’t think I’ll ever really be able to tell you just how proud I am of how far you’ve come.”

Your head nodded slowly, “I’ve definitely come along way from breaking down in the dorm. I’m just relieved that I chose to stick it out and carry it on until the end.”

“Me too, and now you can finally call yourself a graduate.”

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Masterlist

[thefanbasewhore]

Silent treatment - Din Djarin & Javier Peña. || Preference #1.

Summary: Just a little preference/head cannon on a snipet with Din and Javier dealing with the silent treatment. Enjoy!

Warnings/Content: none but pettiness lol

Din Djarin

Din is more of the intervert type, he likes the quiet. The shift of light to dark, nothing is more relaxing then the stars that reflect off the 'T' of his visor in complete silence.

While you understand he likes it, you tend not to talk too much, which can be difficult but you find yourself falling into comfortable silence against the mandalorian's chest more than you like to admit.

Quietness was the normal between the clan often because of the excitement that came when they were off the ship, blasters, yelling, threatening was no existent.

The Razor Crest resembled a place of peace, a place where skins real skin can press against your own without worry, he can remove the helmet in the dark to kiss you, kiss promises against your skin, a safe haven.

It would take Din longer than he would like to admit to realize you're not speaking to him, it takes almost hours to realize something is wrong.

There were hints of it, your nose turning up when he entered the cockpit, the small huffs, you avoid his gaze a presence at all times. You would even speak the child with the sweet voice but the moment he walks into the room you're silent.

Finally he's had enough, leaning against the door frame of the cockpit, you in the co-pilot seat with the child, the child holding the ball to show you for the millionth time his favorite toy. You smile sweetly at him, fingers pressing against his ears, rubbing the petals with a coo. The other hand holds out a small chunk of fruit, "Take one bite for me."

The child declines with a whine, making you huff. "C'mon buddy, you can play with the ball later." It's useless.

He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest. He stands unsure, hands nervously shaking as he fears the worst. You want to leave. "Is....Is something wrong?"

There's no answer, like he hasn't even said anything just the small gaze that meets him with a grimace. Again, the child distracts you instead. His heart pounds with anticipation as his chest falters.

This makes him frown, muscles straining as he grits his teeth nervously. "Hello?"

The thick tension that fills the air makes it almost impossible to breath for the pair, both are fearful, it's a new relationship, mistakes were still to be made. It pollutes the air with a sickly feeling.

Not only was the Mandalorian surprised, he was frustrated. You can see it in the way he tenses, fingers shake but not in the way his skin turned red under all the armour, that was for him to feel the heat run up his back and blush his neck.

He clearly didn't like the way you responded, long strides until he's between your legs. He stands tall, towering over your sitting figure. Intimidating with his large shoulders, the metal points of his helmet staring down at you. His fingers find your chin, gripping to finally feel your eyes but his words are gentle, pleading. "Tell me.. what is wrong?"

When you don't speak he does, "Cyar'ika, sweet girl if something is wrong you need to tell me."

"You're an idiot." He finds humor in the words, a chuckle tightening his chest.

"Care to elaborate? You say that a lot." Gloved fingers move up your jaw, fingers press against the soft spot in the back of your ear, apply just enough pressure to make it comforting.

"It's not funny. I'm mad at you." Your face was serious, lips pursing with a slight frown. This makes Din sigh, he kneels down until he's at your height still in-between your legs.

"I'm not laughing, I'm sorry. Tell me."

Your words make his heart pound, tears starting to stings eyes, the glossing over makes him worried. "You just jumped into the Krpt Dragon without a worry. You didn't think about me or the child. You don't care if you die.. but I do."

"I do care... You and the child are the only two people I care for." He disagrees, the cool basker pressing against your collarbone, leaning against your body. "I would do anything for you two."

"I know that... But you cannot be risking your life for people like this. I know you like to help but it's too much to loose." You pause, "I can't take it, the thought of loosing you."

The words make him pause. Throughout his life Din has heard a lot of things these words were yours and yours alone. They make him nervous, his breath hitches, he doesn't know how to feel. He's never had to think about this before.. he's was like but now he has a girl, a family waiting for him.

"I-Im sorry." It's uncharacteristic, they way he lifts his helmet just enough to press a soft kiss against your shoulder, another one to your neck before pressing against your lips for one final one, he words whispered against lips. "I never thought about it like that before, forgive me.. I don't want you to worry."

"Well I can't help it." You sniff, a lazy smile at his warmth but his helmet drops back down as you catch of glimpse of blushed lips.

"I'm sorry. I'm not alone anymore, I forget." His arms wrap around your waist pulling you as close as the child on your lap will allow, the basker clad chest should be uncomfortable, cold but it's the exact opposite, warm and safe. "Forgive me Cyare."

"I can never stay mad at you." The words are breathlessly murmured against the small patch of skin on his neck, the spot where you would often pull down in the collar of his tunic to feel his skin. "I love you Bear."

"I love you sweet girl."

Javier Peña

Javier Peña's life is anything but boring, it's filled with chaos, long nights, alcohol and woman of any kind. The woman is where the problem was, no matter how much you told him it bothered you, that it should be more than just sex, he made sure it didn't.

It was pure raging hot jealousy that seared inside your veins, it crept warmth up the nape of your neck, fist ball under the table of the bar. Murphy must have noticed how violently you are chewing on your bottom lip, eyeing the pair across the bar. "You alright?"

"Fine." You snap rather quickly, eyes growing wide in realization. "Sorry Murph, I'm fine."

His eyes show it all, head tilting with an unamused look. "You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not I'm just tired." And jealous, so, so jealous that Javier's lips press against the brunettes collar bones, flash of pink as his tongue rolls against her neck, pressing his weight against her.

You knew it was just sex, Javi made sure to let you know despite working together nothing would change, it was just sex , a stress reliever with someone who understood the faults of working for the DEA, the struggles that went with it. Except now it was more, it was those nights with next to each other naked in bed, the kisses, hugs, cute nicknames and the long talks of promises, potential future but now it seems you were never part of it.

He acted as if he were your boyfriend, he often made dinner for you, picking up a coffee before heading into the office for you every morning, he gave you gifts, his main reasoning being "It reminds me of you."

Javier was confusing, late at night after a long day he would confess his affection for you, even let it slip a few times that he loves you, swears you are his other half, his soulmate. Of course it's when he's drunk but you hold onto it being the truth he's afraid to admit.

Javier doesn't notice you leaving that night, he doesn't notice Murphy offering to walk you home, assure you get their safely despite it being right next to his own.

The next morning you decide to go into work a little earlier, hoping your sleepless night filled with tears would be worth it. At least it took your mind off it.

It was like clock work, Javier placing the large coffee cup in front of you on your desk, this time some kind of pastry is next to it, tucked in a wax bag and a kiss presses against your cheek. "Good morning Hermosa."

The silence is uncharacteristic, very seeing he literally has to beg you to shutup sometimes. His face twist into confusion as you pull away from his lips, but the mark still burns against your cheek. The same lips that you know for a fact were all over another woman's body last night.

"What's wrong?" He notices as Murphy shakes his head with a huff, clearly annoyed with his friends ignorance. Javi's eyes drift from his with shrugging shoulders to yours with a look of surprise. "What?"

"I'm going to bring these down to Lopez, meet you in a half an hour downstairs Murph." Your words make Javier's brows flur, why?

The coffee is left, along with the muffin. He sits down at his own desk, leaning over to grab it, he starts to pull it apart, pick at it with ever intent to eat it but suddenly doesn't feel hungry.

"What's her problem?"

"Really Javi? What's her problem?" The words make Javi's jaw clench, he doesn't much care for his friends tone as he speaks. "You're an idiot, you hurt her feelings."

"I didn't do anything! I even got her a muffin today, it's blueberry her favorite!" Javi feels nervous, in all the time he's known you this had never happened; intentionally ignoring him.

"you didn't do anything?" Murphy stands, Javier guesses it's to meet you. "You invited her out last night and then ignored her to fuck a girl in front of her."

"I didn't fuck her, all we did was kiss." Javi hisses back, rubbing over his face with a growl. "Besides we agreed it was just hooking up.'

"Well it doesn't seem to be for her anymore, you need to apologise. She was crying to whole way I walked her home."

"She.. She walked home?" The words sit deep in his gut, squeezing his chest with a soft sigh. No matter how much he tried to help it, all the alochol and woman could distract him from how he feels for you, even when he tries to hide it. His words faulter, "Why didn't you just tell me? I would have walked her home, when I came back you both were gone."

"She didn't want to speak with you, I made sure she got home safe. If it was any of your concern."

The words were sour, a dig that made Javier growl. Of course it was his concern, even thought he promised to never admit it, he cared for you in a way he never has for another person.

Sure he almost got married, had plenty of girlfriends but it wasn't like this. Nothing compared to the feeling of having you close at night, waking up next to you. Javier's fingers shakily reach for a cigarette, watching Murphy slip out of the main office with a huff.

As time went on, Javier couldn't get out of his own head, while they agreed that it was strictly just a way to relieve stress it was also a habit by now.

The nights spent back and forth at each other's houses, the particularly rough days were together, holding each other close.

When he found himself down you were always there, comforting him, making sure he eats telling him that alochol and cigarettes are not a meal, even going as far as making meals for him. Call him selfish, but he didn't want it to end.

The moment he heard that the next group was heading out over the intercom he was up, he knew Murphy and you were going to it, he be dammed if he would ever let you go anywhere near action without him.

You would be fine.. eventually. You give a small smile of reinsurance to Murphy as he slides into the car next to you, but both of your faces drop the moment Javi opens the door, clearing his throat with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Javi.. I thought you weren't on this one?" Murphy questions, rubbing over his face as your eyes narrow at Javier's which are already on you.

"Change of plans." It's gruff, sharp as his narrow back. "Want to tell me what's wrong sweetheart?"

He's only met with more silence, your arms wrapping across your chest as you lean into the seat, eyes roaming over the different shades of green head resting across the glass. It was going to be a long ride.

"Why are you acting like a brat?" It's a dig, he's trying to break this silence, the only way he can think of is to piss you off. "You're acting like a baby."

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the words turning your head to look at him, then to Steve who looks the other way, deciding now was the perfect time to mind his own business.

Javier obviously doesn't get what the silent treatment is, he shifts, leaning against the seat, spreading his legs to give you the perfect view of his legs, his thighs. There's a small smirk, cocky as his hands run across his inner thigh. "Come talk to me."

It's an invitation one that makes your blood boil, you can't help the words that fall past your lips. "Go ask that girl from the bar, you pig."

"Mmhmm." He mumbles, eyes flickering with that stupid knowing smirk. "You're mad about that mija? I thought we agreed it was no commitments besides I didn't fuck her."

The car comes to a holt, quick you and Steve tumbling towards the seats across where Javier sits, Murphy catches himself hand extending to the seat belt while you find yourself heading toward the window but fingertips softly grapsing your hips stop you, pulling you into a familiar chest.

Steve mumbles something about 'getting to work' and you two being 'ridiculous already' before opening the car door and shutting it.

You're about to follow him by pushing against Javier's chest but his grip never falters. "Relax." He mewls, lips pressing against your neck. "You know you're my girl, my Hermosa."

"I bet you said the same thing to her before you fucked her."

It's a sigh, breathlessly and exaggerated. "I told you I didn't fuck her. We only kissed."

"You could have kissed me." There was no use in struggling, but you managed to keep distance. Cold eyes on his own.

His hand presses against your chin, thumb on the sharpest angle trying to bring his lips to your own, his apology but you move your head to the side.

"I don't think we should do this anymore.." you eyes don't meet his, adverting as all cost. His jaw drops, resembling a fish out of water as it closes, opens to say something but closes against deep in thought as he hears his heart beat in his ears.

His heart stuttering at the words, chest heavy, crushing as he held in a breath. "N-No, I mean it. You're my girl, I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you."

The words sit on the tip of his tongue, his eyes shoot over to Murphy with a group of other officers talking tactics but suddenly he doesn't care about that anymore only the fact his own heart was breaking inside his chest.

"I can share you anymore. I can't do this to myself."

"I'm yours, I-I won't -." He can't seem to say the words, they choke up in his throat, eyes show his internal panic his heart against his mind, Javi didn't commit, this life style didn't allow it.

But when your fingers find the handle, trying to leave the close proximity of the car he knew he'd loose your forever. "I'll stop sleeping around, I'll stop all of it. Only me and you."

Eyes test him, even like this, large bags, no make up you looked beautiful. You're unsure letting out a deep breath, it wasn't looking good. "Please, I need you. You can't just go.."

"You get one chance Javi, one slip up and I'm not putting myself through this." He lets out a sigh of relief heart claiming down for the anticipation but before he could manage another word you open the door, stepping outside. "You coming Agent Peña? I believe you have a dinner to take me to later, since you're officially making me your girlfriend and all. I rather get this over with." Javi smiles, shaking his head as he rolls his eyes at your playfulness.

[henyangwrites]

Our Love Story | w. yk

Pairing : Lucas x Reader

Genre : Fluff, a bit of angst?

Word count : 3k+

Warning : none, too much fluff if you squint

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I never thought that I'd come to this point, I never thought that I'll ever change my mind about getting married, let alone be with a guy for a long time. I never believe in fate, or destiny, or stuff of some sort but the gods must have their own way to change my mind.

Meeting Lucas wasn't really expected, we met each other at a party because our common friend, Ten, introduced us to each other. Cliché, I thought. We hung out throughout the remainder of our college days, we enjoyed each other's company with or without our other friends. They often teased us that we'll eventually end up together, but we shrugged and laughed it off. 

When we graduated, we separated ways as we all have started our own jobs, some even had to move places. It took a lot of adjustments, sleepless nights, crying, and breakdowns until I finally got the hang of it. I eventually left my first job after a few months, it wasn't working well for me, it felt like I was being held back from growing. I was lucky enough to find a job at a well-known company after a few months of searching, there, I found joy in my work. I felt more free, growth is always an option which of course, I keep on choosing. As a token of appreciation for my own hard work, I took a one week leave to have a vacation.

I was enjoying my time at the resort that I've decided to go to, it wasn't until my second day there that I happened to bump into Lucas who I soon found out was the general manager. We were happy to see each other, of course, since we lost contact when we separated ways in college as we both got caught up with work and personal life.

"You don't need to, Lucas." I declined his offer that he'll pay for all expenses I'll consume while staying, "I insist." "Lucas." He pouted when I sternly uttered his name, "Okay, I'll just give you a discount." "Okay." For the next days that I've spent there, Lucas often comes to check up on me, making sure that I was enjoying my time, even accompany me after his work hours. He doesn't change at all, physically he does, but he was the same bubbly, passionate, and caring guy that I met back in college. Running out of energy doesn't seem a part of his vocabulary, he's also still sweet as ever. On the last day, which was also his rest day, he offered me a ride to my apartment so I accepted.

For the next few months, we meet up together to hang out, even meeting up with our other friends when we have the chance. It's like it has became a constant thing for us to meet every weekend to relax, to go for a long drive and return to the city the next day. Or if we're feeling lazy, we're just gonna spend time at each other's apartments and wasting time watching movies or trying cooking different dishes. It felt like we were back to being those clueless college students, those young adults who were in the state of confusion between enjoying their youth or starting to prepare for the responsibilities that's waiting for us in the real world. It was one of those weekends where we're awake at 2AM, a random love song blasting through the speakers, loud enough for the both of us to hear without disturbing the neighbors. Lucas stood up laughing and pulled me along, his arms wrapping around my waist so I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked as we start swaying, I chuckled, "You're always honest with me, Yukhei." I answered, making him laugh lightly then licks his lips. "Well, there are things that I wasn't able to tell you…" I raised my eyebrows at him, thinking that he's not obligated to tell me everything. "The truth is…." He looked away for a moment as he cleared his throat, then, made eye contact with me after. His stare was intense, it felt like he's staring into my soul. "I'm in love with you." I felt my breath hitched, my heart beating faster than the times I have to present to the big boss of our company and the investors. "I know I shouldn't but…. I just can't help it, I thought it's just  a silly puppy love back in college but when I saw you again I just…. I just want to do everything to make you mine." A sigh escaped his lips, "but you don't have to love me back, I'm not asking you to. I just can't hold it back anymore."

"Lucas…." I don't know what to say, I was overwhelmed but I know I feel the same way, too, but my mind started to be filled with what ifs – what if it doesn't work out? What if we just end up hurting each other? What if he wants to get married when I don't want to? What if I end up breaking his heart? "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry for making things awkward–" "I love you too." I blurted out, fuck those what ifs, I thought, it's Lucas; every risk is worth it if it's him. "I told you–" I cut him off with a kiss, I closed my eyes when I felt him pull me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Just as expected, there's never a dull moment in our relationship as Lucas always had something up his sleeves. When we're not together, he often sends me messages to remind me to eat on time, to check whether I made it home safely, he even picks me up sometimes without telling me beforehand. He never made me feel like he's holding me back from growing, when I tell him that I need time for myself, he won't disturb me at all, just leaving a few text messages and just waits for me to text him again. He was patient, too understanding, it made me doubt myself – do I deserve him?

Two years into the relationship and it's like we're stronger than ever, a few petty fights now and then but it was immediately resolved, after all, he always finds a way to talk me out of it. We never really had a serious fight until the mention of marriage was brought up – he was ready to settle down, I wasn't yet. I was scared, the thought of marriage doesn't sit well with me, after witnessing how it ended up with the people around me, it made me doubt whether I could handle it if our marriage ends up that way. 

We didn't talk to each other for weeks, giving each other space to think about it. Anxiety got into me, what if he leaves me? What if he decides to just find somebody else who wants to get married as much as he does? It's not that I don't want to, I'm just scared. But it's Lucas. It's him, the man who has so much love to give, the man who puts up with me even at the times that I was hard to understand, the man who was patient enough to deal with me when I snap at him when I'm frustrated, the man who always root for me when I decide to try something new, the one who cheers me up when I'm at my lowest, the one who chooses me over anything anytime. He'll change, the other part of me thought, but fuck it, it's Lucas, there's no reason to doubt him.

When I made up my mind, I let a few more days to pass to make sure that I'll not change my decision before sending him a text. It's Friday so Lucas came as soon as he's done with his shift, it was awkward while we're eating dinner, after all, we didn't talked for weeks. "Uh…. what is it that you want to talk about?" He asked when I took the space next to him on the couch, it felt like there was a lump in my throat. "Uh…" I cleared my throat and turned my body to face him and he does the same, looking at me intently as he waits for me to continue. "About the wedding…" it was his turn to clear his throat, he must be nervous, thinking that I might break up with him as he knows why I don't like the thought of being married. "What about it?" "Lucas…. let's do it, let's get married." His eyes widened at my words, clearly shocked. "W-What?" "I said let's get married?" I repeated, "What? Why? If you're pressured or anything, don't make rash decisions, you don't need to. It's okay with me if you don't want to get married…" He said, sadness was evident in his voice, making me sigh and move closer to him and put my hands on the sides of his face, my thumbs are caressing his cheeks. "I do want to get married, I know I'm scared but it's you, Lucas, there's no reason to be scared, right?" His eyes softened and a smile appeared on his lips, "Are you sure?" He asked, I smiled at him and nodded. Then, he takes out something from his pocket and it was a velvet ring box. Lucas takes my hand and puts it on my ring finger, then looks at me again and said, "I'll never make you regret your decision."

Time flies, the preparations were stressful but fun, our families seem like they're more excited than us. Our college friends showered us with an endless amount of teasing, saying that we should've believed their words. During the last week before our wedding, we were too busy to see each other, our families didn't even let us see each other the night before the wedding day, a belief of some sort.

And there was it, the wedding program at the church ended before our eyes after exchanging vows, and of course, the reception was a whole different story. Laughter and tears filled the program as our parents gave their speech, telling our embarrassing stories, giving us advice, telling us how scary marriage is but we can work it out. Even our closest friends gave their own speech, which made the reception much more enjoyable with our college stories. Just when I thought it was done, the host, our friend Johnny, suddenly called him. 

"So Lucas, I heard you have a surprise for your bride?" Johnny asked, Lucas laughed and nodded, taking out a paper from the pocket of his suit. "Ah yes, I hope everyone is still awake for another round of speech." And everyone erupted into laughter, Johnny left him to give him his spotlight. I couldn't leave my eyes off of him, just what does he has in sleeves this time?

"So uh, love, hello." He started, "Oh wow, I never thought it would be this hard to give a speech in your own wedding." He joked, making me laugh, "There you go, don't be too nervous, it's not like I'm gonna expose you or something, or maybe I will?" He joked again, making me jokingly roll my eyes at him. "It's been what? 7 years? Yeah, 7 years since we first met each other at the party Ten held. Cliché, that's what you told me two years ago when we decided to date each other, the way we met. At first, it was just pure friendship for us, right? We hang out, study together, but do we, really?" Everyone laughs at his joke, "No I'm kidding, she's very studious, she doesn't like being disturbed back then, right?" He said and pretended to hand me the mic so I just nodded. "I've seen her more than a handful of times breaking down back then because of the deadlines, whenever I receive a text from her asking me if I want to go to get some ice cream, I just know she's stressed out. But I admire how she managed to finish every one of it few days before the deadline, and at the end, the lowest she got was like 96? As far as I could remember." My heart felt so warm, he always remembers the smallest details. "Our friends always tease us, saying that we should just date each other, it was a joke at first, but then I realized…. I was having a crush on her, I was able to realize it when we took a late night drive to the beach. Again, this is a cliché love story." He stopped for a moment then licked his lips, "while we're sitting on the sand and I turn my head to look at her while her eyes are closed, I felt peace, contentment." 

"But I never made a move at her, we still remained buddies that got each other when we're down or not. I thought it's just silly, little puppy love, but when graduation day came, it felt bittersweet knowing that we might never see each other again." "Boo!" Our friends jokingly whined at him, "I did wait for her to message me again after graduating, but we're adults, we have our own stuff to deal with so eventually, I just shrugged it off and just let life be. If we're meant to be together, then fate will do something. So I guess you're all curious how we met again?" He asked, and they answered yes in unison, making him grin. "So, you all know that I'm working at a resort, and she happened to be there for a one week vacation, and we happened to bump to each other while she was looking for the bar." "She's such an alcoholic." I heard my dad said which made the people laugh again. "Since then, we started hanging out again during weekends just like the old days until one night, I couldn't take it anymore and just confessed."

"Our relationship was fun, a healthy one they said, but you know what tested us? Marriage." Lucas stopped and nodded, "Yes, marriage. It's supposed to be a fun topic for couples, right? Well, not for her, at least. You see, my lovely wife here is scared of marriage due to reasons I can't disclose." He chuckled, "I don't know what changed her mind, but I'm glad she did, but even if she didn't, I'll still stay with her nonetheless." He looked at me then smiled sweetly, "then and there, I proposed to her and promised that I won't make her regret her decision." At that moment, I started tearing up. "I know I may not be the perfect boyfriend, or husband, but for her, I'll do everything I can just so she wouldn't get hurt, let alone get bitten by a mosquito." He joked once again, "She's always been the confident and independent one, there are days that we don't talk to each other because she needed her space and I was like okay, I needed mine too, like we're not really all over each other. And that's what I love about her, she doesn't need to talk to me everyday just so she could say that I love her, she doesn't ask for anything at all so I'm just yeah, fuck it, I'm just gonna surprise her." He chuckles, "She's really stubborn, like if I said I'm gonna pay for our dinner, she'll say she's gonna pay for hers, since then, I started paying in secret before we eat just so she couldn't do anything about it." 

"She's not the showy type, a total opposite of me, she barely posts anything about us, but I never once doubt that because that's just how she is – she likes keeping things private, we go on a date? Okay, one picture, we go for a vacation? Okay, a few of it and then that's just it." I laugh at his description because that's how I really am, "And most of all, she's fragile, I had to learn that the hard way. She's strong yet so fragile, but she can't show it, so I had to teach her that it's okay to be fragile sometimes, she has me, she can vent to me anytime of the day, she can cry in my arms when she's tired." I didn't notice that I was crying until he walks towards me and wipes my tears, "Wait. I'm not done yet." He joked, making me laugh a bit, "Nah, I'm kidding. I already told you everything that I want to, I just need to say this one." He steps back and looks at his parents, "Ma, Pa, I want to thank you for raising me to be a man I am today. For constantly guiding me, for reminding me to always be kind to everyone, that it's okay to give more than to receive." Then he faces my parents, "And Mom, Dad, thank you for giving birth to this lovely lady right here." He said and pats my head, "And for giving your blessings to us, for entrusting her to me. I won't promise that we'll have a perfect marriage, but we'll do our best to keep our love strong." Then he turns to me, reaching out for my hand as he looks at me with the most loving expression in his eyes. "And to my lovely wife, I love you, today, tomorrow, and for the days to come, I will love you. You're the best one the gods have blessed me with, so no matter what problems we'll face, through good times or bad times, in sickness and in health, I will be with you. I thank the gods for giving me the chance to be yours in this lifetime, and I hope for the next lifetime we'll have, you will find your way back into my arms again."

[matchsumu]

candlelight

description: existential nights with tooru :) 

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

genre: fluff (so disgustingly sweet, blame those damn ear edits not me)

warnings: existentialism

wc: 1.3k

a/n: let’s just pretend that light pollution doesn’t exist

“I leave you alone for twenty minutes and you’re planning to sacrifice me?” you tease while observing the current state of you and your boyfriends shared bedroom. 

“GAH! Y/n-chan, you scared me!” Tooru exclaims, jolting upright from his squatting position and swiftly tossing the lighter he was gripping to the side. 

The room was littered with a dozen glowing candles ranging from size, shape, and pungent scents that you swore you were smelling while in the shower.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I was just trying to set the mood~,” he said in a sing-song voice while sauntering over to you. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the corner of your mouth from quirking up a bit, “the only thing being set is our apartment, on fire.”

He pouted at your remark and pulled you into a warm embrace. “Forgive me?”

You swatted at his chest before tucking your chin into the crook of his neck. He always had quite the flair for dramatics. 

“I suppose.”

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The candles didn’t actually bother you; they flickered prettily from your view on the bed. You thought the gesture was sweet and maybe even a little romantic, as everything in the room glowed warm. Each candle smoldering like a miniature sun, all in charge of lighting up their own little domains.

“You’ve created a nice little set up, Tooru,” you murmured into his hair.  

He perked up slightly at the praise, shifting around the blankets so that he could hold you tighter. 

“I know that you’ve been stressed lately; and I know that I haven’t really been there for you as much as I should be with volleyball and all, so I just wanted to help. I read online that candles are good for relaxation, but I still wanted to be able to see your face, because I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, so I got a bunch of them to make sure it would be bright enough and-”

“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, “Thank you. It means a lot.”

It really was perfect. He was perfect. He meant a lot. 

Oikawa hummed in response and you felt him smile into your figure. 

His sudden shyness made your heart swell with fondness, and you pulled back from his embrace so that you could see him. 

All of his features glowed warm. Brown hair showed caramel, and his eyes melted into pools of amber and bronze, swirling with every flicker of the flames. He was your sun. The fuel that made the light in your heart glow.

“Like what you see?” he teased but was unable to hide his own breathlessness. 

“Always,” you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was from the fire or him. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

“Always,” he echoed, “it’s all for you.”

You both knew he wasn’t just talking about the candles. 

The two of you settled back into your resting position before you took a deep breath and broke the silence.

“Can I ask you for some advice?”

He cocked his head towards you but nodded nonetheless. 

“Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you could go back in time and change the past?”

He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your thought.

“Like sometimes I wonder what my life would look like if I picked a different college major, or if I hadn’t transferred to Seijoh, or even if I put extra creamer in my coffee this morning. There must be so many different universes of me living completely different lives to the one I’m living right now. It just makes me wonder if the life I’m currently living is the right one,” you rambled softly.

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” he said, prompting you to continue. 

“I’m just scared that I’m wasting my time worrying about stuff that’s meaningless in the grand scheme of things. I want to be able to live in the moment more,” you added.

You were glad that the dim lighting was enough to conceal your expression for the most part. Sometimes talking was easier when you didn’t have to focus on anything else. 

“Get up.”

You met his serious gaze with a confused expression. 

“Grab a blanket too, it’s cold out,” he added while climbing out of bed and throwing a shirt on. 

“Why?” It was the middle of the night. 

“We’re going to go live in the moment,” he smiled from the bedroom doorway, eyes sparkling. 

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The view from your balcony was a masterpiece. The stars had put on a brilliant show, as if you and Tooru were the only people left on the earth to watch it. 

It was a cold night - cold enough that your breath came out in puffs of miniature clouds, before disappearing into the void. 

But as cold as the air was, you felt warm from the tip of your nose to your sock feet. You were wrapped up in a blanket with Oikawa, pressing so close that you weren’t sure where your skin ended and his began. 

You sat in the silence, basking in his warmth. It was almost as if he brought the heat of the candles with him, embedded into his skin just to share with you. 

“The stars look nice,” he stated.

“They do.” 

You were silent again, basking in the starlight as the sleepless city clamored on in the foreground.

“Love?”

You turned towards him, as his favorite pet name for you left his lips.

“I know what you mean, by the way. About wondering if things were different. I used to think about that a lot.”

You remembered. Those weren’t very fond memories for you. You hated seeing him so sad; he probably felt the same towards you. “What about now?”

“Now?” He hummed in thought, “Now, I’m happy, I look back and everything was all worth it.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled warmly.

“And,” he continued, “I’m happy that you’re with me in this universe. I hope we’re together in every universe.”

A world where you and Oikawa were strangers, did not exist; there was no doubt in your mind. He had set up a camp in your heart, at first only a log and a spark. But along with your growing fondness for each other, the flame in your heart erupted into a combustion of exuberance. How could he not be a part of your world when he was your sun, burning brightly at the center of it all.

“I have a feeling that you managed to worm your way into all of my lives. I hope that the other ‘me’s’ have the strength to deal with your shittyness,” you sighed.

“Mean!” He gasped and jammed a finger into your side and you laughed at his outburst.

“I pour my heart out to you, and this is how I’m treated?” Oikawa whined, “careful, love, you’re going to turn into iwa-chan if you keep this up.”

“Aw, now we can’t have that,” you cooed and he reveled in the attention. 

Maybe you should be concerned at how intertwined your lives have become. But there was really no avoiding it, after all. He was your sun. He kept you warm to the core on the coldest days and swept rays of light throughout your world, transforming it into a shining palace, where you hoped to spend the rest of your days. 

The question was not, Would you be together? rather How could you not?

How could you not, when you couldn’t even imagine a world without him?

“I love you,” you mumbled softly into his skin. The words didn’t feel like enough. There was no way you could pack all of your emotions into three syllables, but as always he understood.

“I know, I love you too,” Oikawa responded quickly, on autopilot. You had gotten to the point where those words didn’t need to be contemplated before being said. 

The night sky was beautiful but even so, it could never outshine the stars in Oikawa’s eyes. As you curled into him, you knew that you could not be as content as you were now in any other universe.

[callmemythicalminx]

❄️5th of December❄️

❄️Headcanons ~ What Sam, Paulie and Tommy are like as fathers❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Very fluffy, mentions of death though..

Summary: A small collection of my theories on how our boys act before and during their time as a fathers. 

A/N: I’m being evil adding a bit of angst in this, hehehe. But these headcanons are fluffy as all hell. 

Dedicated to:  @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding ​ @blackbladevika ​ @my-blog-for-me ​ @rammstein-obsession ​ @octorebel @demonsouthere ​@mayday1284

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Sam

Sam is a really nervous dad to be.

He didn’t have the best upbringing. His dad was a deadbeat drunk.

It’s one of the reasons why Sam prefers smoking to drinking. 

He’s scared he won’t be a good enough father or that because he didn’t have a good upbringing, he won’t be able to do it. 

You assure him that he will be an amazing father, but he’s still wary. 

Kissing your bump when he gets home from work - nearly every night.

He loves speaking with you with his head pressed against your stomach, waiting to feel a kick. 

When you give birth to your first child, he perfectly slips into the role of a father. 

He cries when he holds your child for the first time. 

Vows straightaway that he’ll do anything in the world to keep his kids happy and loved. 

If you have a daughter, she’s going to have him wrapped around her finger from the moment she looks at him.

God help her when she gets older and wants to start dating and acting like an adult.

Sam will take ‘protective father’ to a whole new level. 

Every new potential boyfriend your daughter finds is getting interrogated by Sam and uncle Tommy and Paulie. 

Will call ahead to any bar or club your daughter plans to go to, so that they give her the best service. 

This man is going to ball his eyes out at your daughter’s weddings 

If you have sons, he’ll definitely worry more about being a good father. 

Makes it his mission to bond with them as much as possible, so that they know he cares about them, even if he’s at work a lot.

Sam desperately tries to keep your sons out of the business for as long as possible, as he’s so afraid something might happen to them. 

He does teach them how to use guns should they need to protect themselves and you when Sam’s not there. 

Also tries to not smoke around them, going outside when he needs one so he doesn’t influence them. 

He cries at each of your children’s births. 

This guy ADORES being a dad.

After having such a rough upbringing and lonely life until you stepped into his life, coming home to his kids running to meet him at the door and you ready to take him into your arms is the most incredible thing he’s ever going to experience.

Y’know that scene at the end of the first Bioshock game? The good ending where Jack dies with his daughters around him? 

That’s how Sam will eventually die, surrounded by all his children, grandchildren, Tommy and Paulie if they’re still alive with their families, and you. 

He’ll pass away knowing all the pain of his upbringing was worth it as he got to experience what a real family feels like with you and his descendants and friends. 

Your family with Sam will always be his whole world. 

Paulie

Paulie is the most excited about being a dad.

He didn’t have a good upbringing too, but unlike Sam, is more determined than scared.

He wants to be better than his father was and is prepared to do anything to love and care for his children. 

Because he’s so excited, he gets really nervous about so much stuff during your first pregnancy. 

If you feel even a little ill? You’re taking the day off. You’re feet hurting? He has to carry you wherever you need to go. 

Paulie’s favorite thing to do ever is just talk to the bump, even when it’s tiny. He doesn’t want it to ‘feel unloved’... His words, not yours.

He loves the thought that something you’ve created together is growing inside you. 

Is utterly hopeless when you’re giving birth. 

Will definitely run around like a headless chicken when you go into labour. 

Cries with you when you have contractions and when the baby eventually comes out. 

This man SOBS when he first holds his children. 

He can’t believe that he finally has a family, after worrying that it wouldn’t happen for so long. 

Paulie will be the most chaotic dad known to man. 

Will definitely crawl into your children’s crib with them to help get them to calm down and sleep. 

Is too easily persuaded by his kids to do dumb shit. 

You’re raising your children and Paulie to be honest. 

If you have a daughter, she becomes a carbon copy of him as he grows up. 

Like same mannerisms, same goofiness, the laugh, everything. 

Unlike Sam, Paulie isn’t as protective of your daughter when she becomes an adult.

He’ll still beat the shit out of anyone who crosses her. 

But will at least give her more freedom, excitedly asking about her adventures and nights out like he’s a teenage girl instead of a grown man. 

This man is so goddamn proud when she gets married. 

If you do end up having sons, they end up becoming more like you, which Paulie is so grateful for. 

He’s okay with his daughter being a chaotic badass because to be honest, she needs to be in the society you live in. 

However, with his sons, Paulie doesn’t want them to follow the same path, going into dangerous business, spending most of their lives alone. 

You sons can still fight well thanks to their father teaching them, but they only use it when they need to. 

Unsurprisingly, Paulie loves everything about being a dad, even all the stressful and tiring stuff. 

Sleepless nights, diapers, crying babies, whatever, he doesn’t mind it.

He’s so thankful that he has a family that he’s gonna enjoy every minute even when times are tough. 

He really wants to run a family pizzeria one day, which comes true eventually.

I feel like Paulie will die peacefully in his sleep after a day spent with all of his family celebrating something like his birthday. 

Though it’s sad for you and the rest of his family, you all feel happy at least knowing he went to sleep knowing he was loved and had been the most caring and loving dad. 

Goddamn does this man love his family. 

Tommy

Tommy is excited but is also very nervous about being a dad, for completely different reasons to Paulie and Sam.

Instead of worrying about the past, he’s worried about the future and if he’s gonna always be able to be there for his kids. 

He can’t bear the thought that he might get thrown in jail or die at any point and won’t ever get to see his family again. 

Spooning. This man loves it.

Sleeping with you in his arms, one hand against your bump is his favorite thing to do, especially after a long day at work. 

Tommy is also very hopeless when you go into labour, running around without a clue of what to do. 

Willingly lets you crush his hand when the time comes to push the baby out. 

He hates seeing you in so much pain, but when he sees your babies for the first time, it makes it all worth it. 

As soon as your first baby is in his arms, he vows then and there that nothing will ever stop him from seeing his children. 

Tommy, like Sam, will be helpless against his daughter’s charm. 

He’s definitely the kinda dad who’s gonna remind her everyday how strong she is, so she never doubts herself.

Surprisingly, he’s more protective of her when she’s an adult than Sam is, especially because he knows how bad some of the kids are her age. 

Whenever she has a date, Tommy will no doubt just sit glaring at them when her boyfriend comes to the house. 

You’ll make conversation with the poor boy while Tommy just gives him the ‘dad glare’. 

Basically threatens to rip out the kid’s throat if he hurts his daughter, with just his eyes.

Will not approve the marriage until her fiance has been thoroughly interrogated by Tommy and her uncles. 

Manages to keep a lid on his tears at the wedding until the end of the night, crying in your arms because he’s lost his ‘little girl’.

This man is amazing with his sons. 

They grow up to be gentlemen because of him. 

Tommy pushes them to be more academic, trying to keep them from the business. 

Still teaches them how to fight though, knowing that because of his job, his kids and wife will always be a target. 

Even though he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing most of the time, there’s nothing he loves more than being a dad. 

He will die similarly to Sam, with his whole family around him.

It’s a peaceful death and he slips away smiling, knowing he kept those he loved safe and cared for them well. 

There is nothing more important to him than his family.   

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Thanks for reading minxies! 💕

[jeranasblog]

Starker Kink Advent Calendar - Day 24

Merry Christmas, everyone 

Summary: Peter marries Tony because he wants to keep working. Tony marries Peter because he doesn’t want the boy’s brilliance to go to waste. Neither one of them expects an overwhelming attraction to unfold between them. Feelings, insecurities, and doubts tangle together until they find themselves inextricably linked. And what happens when a surprise turns everything upside down?

24 days, 24 chapters, 24 kinks

Pairing:  Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Rating: E

Notes:  Hey guys. I’ve decided to write a “Starker Kink Advent Calendar” this year, so 24 chapters with 24 different kinks. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Check all the sex tags on Ao3

Read on Ao3

~⭐~

Day 24 - Lingerie 

Two months later - Tony

 Two months after the charity event, Peter’s baby bump was clearly visible. The media had already figured out that Peter was pregnant because Tony loved to dress his husband in tight clothes to show off PeterÄs perfect little bump, but now, even Peter’s heavy coat couldn’t hide the swell anymore. Tony was beaming with pride.

 The pregnancy went well. Peter’s morning sickness had stopped and Tony was relieved he didn’t have to watch his Omega suffer anymore. His husband started to complain about back pains and mood swings, but the Alpha did his best to make it easier for Peter.

 The first time Peter had yelled at him, Tony had been frozen because his Omega had never raised his voice before, but as soon as Peter had apologized in tears, Tony reassured him it was fine. Since it was indeed Tony’s fault that this incredible Omega suffered to carry their baby, the Alpha would gladly deal with occasional accusations and tears.

 Every evening, Tony gave Peter a massage to ease the sore muscles in his back. Peter got tenser and tenser the bigger his belly grew and Tony tried to make it easier for him. On top of that, it usually ended with sex because Peter was incredibly horny.

 Usually, the Omega already started moaning when Tony pressed into the sore spots in his shoulders and it was only thanks to Tony’s force of will that the Alpha didn’t fuck Peter immediately. Peter’s slick smelled even sweeter since he became pregnant and sometimes, Tony struggled to stop himself from tasting and taking his Omega.

  After one of their massage sessions had turned into mind-blowing sex again, Peter and Tony were cuddled together in their bed, enjoying the afterglow.  

 “Do you want to know the gender?” Peter asked him, his hands tracing invisible patterns on Tony’s forearms that were wrapped around the Omega’s chest. “The doctor has known it since week sixteen, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

 Tony was silent for a while and thought about Peter’s question. Gender didn’t matter, but he wanted to know as much about his child as possible. Maybe it would be easier to find a name if they already knew whether they were expecting a little boy or a little girl.

 “Do you want to know it? I think I do.”

 Peter turned his head and smiled at Tony, looking so beautiful that the Alpha’s heart arched. “Me too.”

 “When is your next appointment?”

 The Omega didn’t leave Tony’s embrace while he fumbled for his phone that sat on the bedside table. He scrolled through it and opened his calendar.

 “In about a month.”

 “Let’s ask her then, sweet thing.” Peter’s smile got only brighter.

Three months later - Peter

 “Are you sure you want to know, Alpha? I can tell her again that we want to wait until I give birth.”

 They were sitting in the doctor’s office, waiting for the alpha woman to come in. Peter was nervous. The pregnancy had been good to him so far, but he was seven months along now and his belly became harder to handle. Additionally to his back pain, his emotions were a mess. He was sick of being anxious, moody, and almost unbearable horny all day.

 “If you’re having second thoughts, we can wait, baby.”

 Did he want to wait? Peter took a deep breath before he answered. On some days, it took him a while to untangle the intense emotions from what he really wanted.

 “No, I’m sure. I want to know.”

 When the doctor came in, she nodded at them and asked Peter to lay down on the exam table. The cold gel on Peter’s stomach was familiar by now and he relaxed. Tony’s hand was holding his like it always did during the appointments.

 “Everything looks good, Mr. Stark. The baby is healthy.” As always, Tony and Peter exhaled in relief. “During your next visit, we have to check if the pup is getting into breech position.”

 Tony looked so happy that Peter’s heart was melting. Asking for the gender was the right decision, even though they were unusually late.

 “Tony- I mean, my husband and I have agreed to ask for the gender.” Peter didn’t know why he was nervous.

 The doctor looked at her joint hands before she gave them a big smile.

 “Congratulations, Mr. and Mr. Stark. You’re having a girl.”

 Tony started to cry.

  Four months later - Tony

 “What do you think about Maya, Sarah, Celia?” Peter sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone and looking for baby names. Tony sat next to him, his arm wrapped around his husband.

 “I don’t know.” The names were nice, but they didn’t have the spark Tony was looking for.

 “Gina, Heather, Victoria?”

 Tony didn’t answer because he couldn’t give a reason why the names didn’t fit.

 “Do you want to go through the alphabet? We can start with A. Annie, Ashley, Amelia?”

 Closing his eyes, Tony pulled his husband closer, one hand resting on Peter’s huge belly. It was only a month until their daughter was due.

 “I like those names, Peter, but I want something special for our little girl. I want a name that means something.”

 The Omega turned his head slowly until he could look into Tony’s eyes. “What do you think about Maria?”

 Tony’s voice failed so he answered with a kiss. He still didn’t know how he deserved this perfect Omega.

   Five months later - Peter

 Being in labor hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as it could have. Peter had talked to his doctor in advance and decided to give birth to their daughter in a hospital with the help of modern medicine. He was still exhausted and sweaty when Tony gently put their daughter into the Omega’s arms.

 “Maria Stark. Daddy and I will love you. Forever.” He whispered the words into Maria’s hair.

 Their daughter was healthy, crying furiously during birth, but she calmed down quickly in their parent’s arms. She was the most beautiful creature Peter had ever seen.

 Tony smiled at him, a proud expression on his face. “Thank you, Peter. Thank you for this incredible gift.”

 Peter smiled back. This was the happiest moment of his life.

  Seven months later - Tony

 As much as Tony loved being a father, he had never been more stressed in his life. Maria was a calm child, only waking them every four hours at night, but Tony still yearned for a good night's sleep. Still, their daughter was worth it so Tony didn’t fret when Peter mumbled at 4 am that it was the Alpha’s turn to get up.

 Tony picked her up from the crib and carried her over to the bedroom so Peter could feed her. The Omega was half asleep, but he smiled softly at Maria, and Tony had to hold back the tears from the sight of his husband and their daughter. Sometimes, his emotions were still getting a hold of him.

 When Maria finished, Peter fell back onto the mattress, almost immediately falling asleep again. Tony carried Maria around, waiting for her to get tired as well so he could tug her back in. In contrast to Peter, sleep didn’t catch Tony right away. Instead, Tony watched his Omega next to him. Every struggle, every sleepless night was worth it. He had found his family.

   Bright sunlight woke Tony a few hours later. He got up slowly, Peter had already left the bed and reached for his watch on the bedside table. 11 am. He hadn’t slept so long since Maria’s birth.

 “Peter?”

 Tony heard a rumble from the stairs and a few seconds later, Peter entered the room. The Alpha was speechless. He had expected that his husband would come in, dressed in sweats with their daughter on his arms, but instead, Peter wore nothing but Tony’s favorite blue set of lingerie. And to top it off, he had a cup of coffee in his hands.

 “Morning Alpha. I brought you coffee.”

 The smell of freshly brewed coffee was a temptation Tony couldn’t resist. It’s been a long time since he had last enjoyed his morning coffee in bed. “Where’s Maria?”

 “Oh, I haven’t told you?” Peter asked innocently while he climbed onto Tony’s lap and straddled his thighs, careful not to bump against the hot mug. “Since our anniversary is in three days, I asked Steve and Bucky to babysit today. They picked her up three hours ago.”

 “So, we’re alone?” As much as Tony loved his daughter, he was thrilled to spend some alone time with his husband.

 “Until tomorrow morning. I thought we could celebrate a little earlier since my doctor cleared me for sex again.”

 If that wasn’t something Tony had waited weeks to hear. Before Peter could react, Tony had abandoned his cup of coffee on the bedside table and turned them around so Peter was caught under him. With a feral grin, the Alpha’s hands wandered over Peter’s body until he could pull down the sinful blue panties, leaving the matching bralette on.

 “Are you ready for me again, Peter? Ready to get another pup?”

 The Omega loved, but the sound was breathier, like arousal was already taking him under. “I’m not in heat, Alpha. And a second pup might be a bit early, don’t you think?”

 It was never too early for another pup, but Tony would wait until his husband was ready. Instead, he focused on kissing every inch of Peter he could reach until the Omega was wriggling in pleasure.

 As much as Tony wanted to savor his time with Peter, it had been too long for them to wait. Tony’s kisses turned more impatient, his hands groping Peter’s body and wandering lower.

 It was a needy moan that made Tony’s resolve snap. With a growl his Alpha turned his husband around, getting the perfect view of Peter’s plump little ass. Without teasing, Tony spread his husband’s and shoved a finger inside.

 Peter moaned like a whore, but Tony barely listened. He was completely focused on the feeling of being inside his husband. It had been so long, Tony had almost forgotten how good it felt.

 One finger became two, two became three until Peter was squirming, begging and crying on the sheets. The Omega was beautiful, so responsive, so shameless in his pleasure. Tony had wanted to watch, he really did, but when Peter’s thigh brushed accidentally against the Alpha’s clothes cock, Tony lost it.

 With a growl, Tony ripped his pants apart, not stopping until his cock was out, until he could sink into the wet heat. It was like coming home again. Tight, hot wetness engulfed him, making his body burn with arousal and Tony knew he wouldn’t be able to drag this out any longer. It was pathetic, but he wouldn’t even last a minute.

 Thankfully, Peter was just as close. Like teenagers, both of them came after a few thrusts, panting against each other’s skin and savoring the closeness they had missed for so long. Tony had knotted his husband, finally tying them together again, and they took their time to come down again. Pressing kisses onto Peter’s shoulder, Tony pulled his husband close.

 Even half an hour later, when the knot went down and their mess poured out of Peter onto the mattress, they didn’t move. Tony was laying there, caught in his own thoughts while he savored the closeness of his husband.

 “Peter?”

 “Huh?”

 Tony swallowed, carefully choosing his words. “You know that I own you?”

 Peter shifted, turning around until he could prop his head on Tony’s chest. A lewd smirk appeared on his face. “You remind me again and again when I have your cock up my ass.”

 The Alpha huffed, but he couldn’t reciprocate Peter’s flirty tone. “No, I mean… I own you legally.”

 Peter’s demeanor changed, flirtatious words turned into uncomfortableness. “Yes.”

 “I don’t want that, Peter. I want you to stay with me because you chose to stay with me. I want Omegas to be allowed to work alone, I don’t want them to depend on Alphas. I love owning you, sometimes I even want to chain you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t move, but I want to own you because you want me to and not because I paid May a lot of money.”

 Tony’s words were followed by a silence, minutes during which Peter was lost deep in his thoughts. Finally, there was a small smile on the Omega’s face.

 “What do you want to do, Alpha?”

 These were the words Tony wanted to hear and he buried his hands in Peter’s hair to pull him even closer.

 “What do you think about Tony Stark going into politics?”

[kpopxmalereader]

 Hug Me | Namjoon

kim namjoon x male!reader

(it’s meant for a male! reader, but it can also be read as gender neutral reader!)

word count - 2.0k+

genre - angst & fluff

warning(s): cursing, arguing, and crying.

summary: namjoon tries to reassure himself that he doesn’t need you and that he’s moved on, but that’s further from the truth. (inspired by sohyang - hug me)

I can’t overcome the sadness in my heart,

Another one of my sleepless nights, I endure it once more,

I really don’t mind the sadness,

It absentmindedly wakes me up again in the morning.

Namjoon groggily woke up at the sound of his alarm. He reached over to silence his phone and laid back down to rub his tired eyes. Recently he’s been unable to sleep, maybe it was the fact that the bed felt empty without you beside him. 

Namjoon let out a sigh and shook his head. 

"I don't need ‘em," Namjoon reassured himself getting up from the bed to get ready for practice.

The injury seems worse than I thought it’d be,

The pain seems to dig in deeper than I thought it would,

In the countless nights, I spent resenting you,

It feels like I’m in hell.

The members weren't dumb, they knew how much this breakup has been affecting Namjoon. Lately, he's been more strict, his rapping and dancing has been getting sloppy, and his motivation for producing is gone. They thought their leader could get through this on his own, but they were wrong and knew they had to step in before it's too late.

Currently, they were all on a break after many long hours of rehearsal and decided that now was a perfect time to talk to Namjoon.

"Joon-hyung?" A voice called out to him.

Namjoon looked up from his phone and saw everyone staring at him.

"What is it Tae?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"We need to talk," Tae said, Namjoon knowing where this conversation was headed.

Namjoon sighed, "There's nothing to talk abo-"

"That's bullshit." Yoongi interrupted."You haven't been the same since you and (Y/N) broke up. You've been nothing but miserable, and while I agree that it's okay to be sad every once in a while, you must be able to move on or get back with together 'cause not only is it affecting both of you, but also the people around you."

Please just stay by my side, please remain here,

Don’t let go of my hand as you’re holding it in yours,

If this takes you a step further away from me,

All I have to do is take a step closer, isn’t it?

The other members couldn't help but agree with what Yoongi said (though he could've been a little nicer).

Namjoon couldn't do anything besides hiding his face in his hands. The others looked at him worriedly wondering how he'll react. They didn't need much time to guess, as his shoulders started shaking slightly and he let out a couple of sniffs.

"B-But how am I s-supposed to face (Y/N) after wh-what I said?" Namjoon cried looking up at his members.

The others stared at their leader with looks of sympathy, some also shedding a few tears. Jungkook stood up and went over to comfort his hyung.

"I think you should try and apologize to (Y/N)," Jungkook said, wiping some tears off of Namjoon's eyes. "They may not forgive you, and if that's the case, you're just gonna have to move on. Remember how you taught me to learn from my mistakes? It's time you do the same."

Namjoon sniffed and let out a little smile, giving Jungkook a quick hug.

"I don't even know where to start," Namjoon whispered.

The members all let out little smiles, "Why don't you start by going to (Y/N)'s apartment and apologize for your stupidity?" Jimin giggled.

Hoseok laughed while slightly pushing Jimin, "Don't be mean Jiminie." He stood up and put a hand out for Namjoon. "Come on. Go and get the love of your life back Joon."

Namjoon smiled softly and grabbed his hand, Hoseok helping him off the floor. "Maybe it's worth a shot?" He thought to himself.

As he was headed towards the door Jin pulled him into a hug, the others joining in on it. " You got this Joon-ah. We believe in you."

A thousand times in a day,

Your face repeatedly appears in my thoughts,

The sharp words you said to me,

Those empty eyes, that cold expression.

As Namjoon exited the BigHit building he couldn't help but think back to the argument he had with you. The horrible memory somehow is still embedded in his head after all these months.

The argument was about not spending enough time together due to Namjoon's busy schedule. You calmly tried to tell him that you wish you could spend more time together and that he shouldn't overwork himself too much.

Due to the amount of stress he'd been dealing with Namjoon quickly got both defensive and aggressive.

"Are you being serious?! If anything we spend too much time together! You can't expect me to drop everything and make time for you! You know that I have more responsibilities as the leader!" He yelled.

He also remembered the voice in the back of his head yelling at him to stop, but he just kept going. He also remembered you trying to get a word in, but he'd cut you off immediately.

The last thing his mind brought up was the thing he regrets the absolute most.

"You know what?! I don't think I can handle being with someone who's so goddamn needy!" He yelled.

The house was silent. Nothing could be heard except Namjoon's angry huffs. The moment he took a look at you he realized how hurtful his words actually were.

Your face held nothing but sorrow.

You were heartbroken.

Namjoon tried to get closer to you to hold you in his arms and apologize, but you took a step back and immediately ran out the door.

" (Y/N) wait! Come back! I didn't mean it!"

You didn't come back though, he wanted someone who wasn't needy? Wish granted.

The following days he tried to contact you, but you had deleted his number and blocked him on all social media. You also had one of your friends go over to his place and collect your belongings.

He tried asking the members and even some of your friends where you were, but the members were clueless and your friends ignored him.

Fortunately, Tae kept close contact with you and eventually found out where you currently lived. After finding out where you lived, Namjoon never once tried to talk to you because he was too afraid that you'll reject him immediately. That is until today.

Before he even knew it, Namjoon had arrived at your apartment complex and was right in front of your door.

You’re quite a pretty person, aren’t you?

You’re quite a pretty person, aren’t you?

Please don’t do this to me.

You know me well enough, don’t you?

Namjoon took a deep breath as he raised his fist and knocked gently. The back of his head kept telling him to just turn around and run away, but he ignored it.

He hears your steps coming towards the door and he mentally prepares himself for the worst.

"Don't tell me you forgot your charger agai-.", you start, but immediately fall silent when you noticed it wasn't your friend.

"Uh, hi", he whispered, waving than putting his hand down.

"Namjoon what are you doing here? Wait, how did you even know where I live?" You asked uneasily.

"Uh, Tae told me where you lived." He answered fiddling with his hands " I was hoping if we could talk? Please?"

"Um...I don't think that's such a good idea. Bye." You replied about to close the door on him, but his foot stops you.

Namjoon looks at you with pleading eyes, "Please? Just gimme five minutes and then I'll leave."

You let out a sigh and slightly nodded, 'Fine, but only five minutes and you're out."

Please just stay by my side, please remain here,

Don’t let go of my hand as you’re holding it in yours,

If this takes you a step further away from me,

All I have to do is take a step closer, isn’t it?

Namjoon smiled slightly as you let him inside your apartment. You close the door and saw him looking around.

"We can talk in the living room.' You said walking further into your apartment.

Namjoon nodded as he took off his shoes and placed them beside the front door. He followed you into the living room where you both sat at opposite ends of the couch.

Both of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes before you spoke up, " You have five minutes starting now."

Namjoon licked his lips before starting, "I'm sorry for all the terrible things I said (Y/N). I regret everything that I've done and for not treating how you should've been treated. I want you back in my life. It might sound cliché, but I changed. I promise you I did."

"Liar!"

I’m not being myself, I don’t have the confidence,

I can’t endure it any longer, the days without you,

What now, what do I do now,

I really don’t know, I’m nothing without you.

Namjoon stared at you shocked not expecting your sudden outburst.

Meanwhile, you couldn't handle the knot in your throat anymore. You let out a painful sob and let tears fall out of your eyes.

"Please don't cry." Namjoon pleaded, getting closer to you trying to wipe your tears away.

"Why shouldn't I?!", You cried, slapping his hand away "I'm tired of all your lies Namjoon! I'm tired of feeling like I'm never good enough! I don't wanna deal with the pain of having to sleep alone in bed every night! I don't wanna deal with 'Sorry babe I fell asleep while trying to finish this track.' or 'Rehearsals running late (Y/N) so I won't be able to make it to dinner tonight.'!"

Please just hug me, hug me even for a while,

Without any words, please just run towards me,

With my lonely and uneasy heart,

I’m still here waiting for you.

Namjoon let your words sink in. He never realized the pain that he put you through and he doesn't know what to say to make you smile. His mind is empty. He's desperately trying to find words, but there are none.

So he wraps his arms around you and brings you to his chest, rubbing your back. You gasped at the sudden action, your sobs coming to a halt.

"L-Let go o-off me Namjoon." You growled but made no effort to push him away.

"But my five minutes aren't even finished yet," He whispered, resting his cheek on top of your head.

He continued rubbing your back as you continued sobbing into his chest.

"I don't wanna talk anymore," You whispered once your sobs had died down.

"We don't need to continue talking if you don't want. There are plenty of other ways to make up." He replied wiping away any remaining tears.

I love you, I love you

I shout it out after saying in this long silence,

It may seem weak and childish, but it’s my true feelings

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him. After all this time you still yearn for his touch, kisses, his comforting scent, and melodic voice.

You moved your head from his chest, but he still kept his arms wrapped around you.

"Don't do this to me Namjoon, not when I know you're gonna break my heart again." You sniffed looking down.

"I won't hurt you ever again, that's a promise. I love you." He replied sincerely.

You gasped and looked at him in the eyes.

They held that spark that many have said was reserved only for you. You both continued staring at each other in silence, both your hearts racing. You were hoping the universe would give you a sign that this wasn't meant to be, but it never came.

Lastly, you made a wish to the universe that Namjoon wasn't deceiving you, that he will keep his promise and not break your heart. After that was done, you finally gave in.

“Please just hug me...”

[meterokinesis]

Rage Against the Dying of the Light

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Prompt: Sleep deprivation

TW: Some mentions of blood, implied caffeine addiction

Summary: Gotham isn't the city that never sleeps, but when it does nightmares are sure to follow.

It was just sleeping.

Babies did it for sixteen hours a day. Tim was better than a baby. He could just close his eyes and not be conscious for a few hours like a normal person. This shouldn’t be so hard.

He’d done everything the experts said to. No caffeine for six hours before bed, no phone for the last two hours, and a calming, relaxing bedtime routine that involved lavender oil and breathing exercises.

It sucked.

But Bruce was adamant about him staying on a semi-regular schedule. The agreement they’d come to was four hours a night for two weeks straight, then they’d reassess. It had been six weeks since that deal and he still hadn’t managed to do it.

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When he was little and still doted on, his parents always talked about how he never slept as a baby. His mom would joke about how he was so excited to see the world that sleeping came second. They’d brought him to pediatricians and sleep specialists and holistic healers, but they all got the same response: he’ll sleep when he’s tired.

Tim eventually grew out of his night owl tendencies. He was never scared of monsters in his closet or the boogeyman under his bed. Nannies and babysitters would coo to his parents, on the rare occasions they were around, that he was such an easy kid--no muss, no fuss. His father would give a tight-lipped smile and shell out hundreds to the women who raised Tim while they were out performing new-age colonization in the name of science.

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The sleeplessness returned when he figured out who Batman and Robin really were. He’d like to say it was the adventure, but it was more than that. It was how he felt like part of something, even if it only lasted a few hours every night. Sacrificing some shut-eye was worth it to run across the rooftops like his heroes.

The sleeplessness didn’t get worse when he stopped needing a full-time nanny, it just was given more space to grow. He no longer needed to strategize his escapades or sneak “patrol” snacks. He could just come home from school, finish his homework, make dinner, take a nap, follow the Bats around in the wee hours of the morning, then crash until he had to wake up for class and do it all again. All in all it was a great system for a ten year old.

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Then Tim became Robin. And that schedule changed to accommodate training and significantly more Red Bull than any twelve year old has the right to consume. But he handled it, as he always did. He still aced his classes and learned jiu jitsu and managed to fake a smile when his parents inevitably left again.

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Everything got complicated when his mom died, as things usually do. His dad was paralyzed and possibly never waking up, and his mom was, y’know, dead, which is a lot of stress for a thirteen year old kid to handle, let alone a thirteen year old who is also supposed to save the world every other week. Tim spent his nights studying and training and overthinking instead of sleeping, but he still got mostly As and only fell asleep on patrol twice, so it was fine. After all, Bruce didn’t need to know about the mini-fridge full of Red Bull and Bang and 5-Hour Energy shots shoved in his closet.

When his dad woke up, it was even easier to hide his sleeping patterns. The 24/7 medical aide was under strict instructions not to disturb Tim while he was sleeping and his dad was too busy flirting with his physical therapist to notice his son sneaking out. Even if he did, he never cared enough to stop him.

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Then there was Steph. He’d sneak through her window and hold her until her mom came home. Those nights he would actually doze for a little while, enough to dream. Steph never brought up the nightmares, just held him as he silently cried. Even his sobs were quiet and obedient, just like how his parents always wanted.

Even when his dad forbade him from being Robin, Tim didn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling every night, listening to the same 50 songs and wondering why this was his life. This trend continued even after he was reinstated as Robin, and his few designated sleeping hours were instead dedicated to making sure neither of his lives collapsed around him.

He stopped sleeping entirely when Steph died. Stopped eating too. He didn’t cry or scream or breakdown, just felt completely numb. He went on patrol and aced his classes and didn’t feel a thing. At night, he just replayed her final moments over and over. Sometimes he’d go to her grave and talk to her, just to see if it would finally make him feel something. It didn’t.

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Not even two months later, his dad was killed. The constant replays had new content now: Tim holding onto his dad like he was the last thing keeping him grounded, ignoring the iron smell of the blood seeping into his suit. Tim spent these nights in tears, and his pillow hadn’t seen a dry night in months. Tim started to pour Red Bull into his morning coffee to get himself through Pre Calc.

Every new death and disappearance just added more nightmare fodder. Were they even nightmares if he didn’t have to sleep to see them? Tim quickly learned that if he just worked through the night, he was 56% less likely to spend it hyperventilating into his comforter. It also let him work on cases and get extra credit done for class, so if anything he was doing a good job.

A few times Alfred had to tranq him to get him to rest. This practice was quickly ended after Tim had a panic attack shortly after waking up, which ended in a 7 hour long game of Where in the World is Tim Drake? (He was in the Tower’s broom closet.)

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The next few months fell into the same sort of routine. Tim would complete hours of homework, then go on patrol, then finish up whatever reports needed to be done. If there were a few hours left before his alarm, maybe he’d fall asleep watching old YouTube videos. If not, he’d catch a power nap then slam a Monster before first period. It was a flawed system, but it worked.

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Then Bruce disappeared. When he wasn’t fighting for his life against Gotham’s gangs, he was researching. And when Dick took his mantle, he left. Those months on the road were beyond sleepless. Tim was running on caffeine, sheer will, and a prayer. Sleep felt like a death sentence. He was like a shark: if he stopped moving, he’d die. And he did die. Almost.

Sleeping at the League was obviously a dumb descision, so he didn’t. Point to Tim and his totally functioning braincell.

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And now he was here. Bruce was alive and Stephanie was alive and he was as safe as he’d been since he saw that quadruple somersault. For once there wqas no big scheme to be solved--outside of that Falcone case that had been nagging him for weeks--or emergency that needs him. He wasn’t supposed to worry about senior year or AP classes or college applications. He was just supposed to sleep.

Tim glanced over at his alarm clock. It was 5:17. Not worth sleeping if he would just have to wake up in less than three hours anyway. He’d just try again tomorrow.

[adonis-koo]

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,  

 Word count: 7.5k

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Tags: some vaguely disappointing sex, female masturbation, thirsting over guk

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter present them.

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“You are so dead to me,” you whispered the words under your breath as you sighed. The things you did for your best friend. A lot of days, days like these you felt the strongest urge to sit down and genuinely wonder if it was all really worth it. But seeing the excited expression cast over her face with a twinge of nervousness let you know, as much as you wanted to begrudge her, overall it was worth it.

You had sworn you’d never step back into this godforsaken establishment after that humiliating night, that to this day still kept you awake and sleepless. It was like a horror that constantly plagued your mind, just when you thought you had forgotten. Seulgi had been soothing you more then you had her the entire way here, ironically enough. 

You were supposed to be going in moral support for her, it’s not every day your best friend proclaims she’s gonna become a stripper because- ‘fuck life and fuck student debt’ that sounded about right. You thought at first, she had she joking, she usually did when she got this stressed. But much to your surprise and dismay she slapped the flyer onto the table at the diner you had both been having breakfast at declaring she was going to audition.

You had instantly told her she was a dumbass and this was a stupid idea- you still felt that way. Even while nervously hopping on your heels at the door with a closed sign, the electric neon red sign turned off and it didn’t look vacant inside but you still felt like you’d be breaking and entering regardless.

What if he was in there? Your stomach knotted and it felt like war world 3 was invoking itself at a god like temperament- your face was beginning to burn up and you hadn’t even taken a step in. Dear God almighty give you strength. Seulgi had told you- first of all, you were being a ‘paranoid, red-faced little fuck’ and secondly, it would be unlikely he’d attend. Right? He wouldn’t be here, he couldn’t be, he’s just a worker it’s not like- Oh no.

Oh no. You could feel yourself sweating bullets and your cheeks turning pinker by the minute as Seulgi groaned shoving you inside, “He isn’t gonna fuck you against the wall Y/n, come on!” She dragged you inside despite your eyes licking onto the familiar head of dark hair, it was messy and bed ridden like he had just rolled out of a sleep state before coming here. And maybe he had, rather than the last time you had seen him- nearly naked. 

He wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt. He was stretched out in his seat and looked bored out of his mind- not even bothering to hide it despite the display in front of him. The girl, admittedly, wasn’t doing all too good of a job dancing despite the slinky shorts and crop top she wore, dropping down to a slut drop while slapping her thighs. Just as the smack rang out you cringed, watching her attempt to sexily bite her lip, in attempt to...you guessed, seduce them?

It wasn’t like he was the only one who looked unimpressed- he sat on the right end of three filled chairs. The middle chair was seated by an older gentlemen who looked to be in his mid thirties if not late. Was he their boss? Someone from upper management, he didn’t look like a dancer compared to the one on the left.

The left one was bright eyed and bushy tailed, he had kindly told the girl she wasn’t what they were looking for and despite your cringe of second hand embarrassment she only nodded and went to gather her stuff. 

“Stop staring!” Seulgi glanced back at you biting her lip, leaning in to grab your wrist to guide you towards the bar was this supposed to be the check in? Or a makeshift check in?

You weren’t sure. What you did know was everyone was obvious attractive because the man sitting behind it, soda in hand with a clipboard looked beyond sculpted by god. Was he a dancer too? He had to be with how good he looked, he straightened up upon seeing you both approach,  giving a friendly boxy smile, “Shit I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Seulgi gave him a nervous smile as she wrung her hands together, a habit she always did when she was getting ready to go out of her realm of comfort, “I was absolutely serious. How toughs the crowd?” She glanced over towards the other three anxiously.

Maybe just as affected as you at the sight of him- the king. You didn’t know his name outside of his title- and maybe that was for the best. You’d prefer just knowing him as the nameless man who shamelessly sat in your lap and even offered to sleep with you without so much as even knowing your name.

“Ah who’s the pretty face here? I hope you brought her to audition- Jungkook’s pretty frustrated at everyone so far.” The man behind the bar flashed you a smile instantly turning your cheeks pink as you awkwardly smiled back. Trying your best to not wilt away in the process.

Seulgi glanced back at you briefly before giving a scoffed laugh, “Y/n? Oh no she’d probably throw herself out a window before dancing, she’s shy- anyways no pressure on me then right?” You glared at her back at her giving away so much information about you so easily- so what if you were shy!?

She didn’t need to go around announcing it to the world! It wasn’t that difficult to figure out and furthermore it was embarrassing it gave people the invitation to tease you. And you could see it was generally playful but it often hurt deep inside when you were jokingly told you shouldn’t act so childish anymore, or how you’d grow out of it eventually.

“Nah, if you’re as good as you think you should be fine- with Hoseok. Jungkook’s a tough one to please but he’s been in a bad mood today.” He shrugged before handing over the clipboard, letting her sign in before handing it back over. Seulgi didn’t look reassured by his words and honestly? You couldn’t blame her, you’d be pale in the face and worried to death if you had just been told that. Hell, even being here to just spectate made you nervous.

Seulgi had pulled you over to a line of chairs off to the side to take a seat next to all the other girls in line waiting for their moment to shine, “What if they ask me to lapdance?” she continued to fret, lacing her fingers together as she nervously watched the girl performing currently, slinking around the one to the left, she wasn’t half bad, honestly.

“You’ll do it anyways because you’re gonna nail this, don’t worry about it.” You gently nudged her shoulder, a sweet smile pulling on your lips as you encouraged, it wasn’t like Seulgi was usually this nervous, but that just meant she was really stepping out of her comfort zone now. But this was her thing, she always pushed her limits, and sometimes she even pushed past them.

You had always admired that about her. You were a creature of habit and routine, you preferred staying the comfy realms of what you knew and that was okay, it was difficult sometimes, you often felt inadequate next to your best friend, but you had to remind yourself that it was okay to be an introvert, it was okay to not be exciting like her.

Slowly the line moved along and you had watched a fair few people, none seemed that terrible in your opinion but a lot had been sent on their way, it really was a tough crowd huh? The one thing you seemed to notice was all the girls who were asked to demonstrate a lap dance seemed to go for the one on the left. Albeit you could understand why, he had the most beautiful smile and his face was sculpted to perfection making his styled, well put together hair frame it all the more. That being said, the one on the right was intimidating, but still, even the cockiest of girls seemed to stay away from him, “Why doesn’t anyone lap dance him?”

“Why doesn’t anyone lapdance him?” Seulgi reiterated with a scoff, raising her brows as she twisted to look at you in disbelief, as if despite you only going one time you still should’ve known the otherwise obvious answer, “Jeon Jungkook? The king? Y/n you should know yourself- he lap danced you and you actually live to tell the tale- don’t roll your eyes at me!”

It was too tempting as you sighed, cheeked flushed at the reminder but still, he was just a guy, “He is- without a doubt, Cherry Bomb’s best stripper, he practically oozes sex appeal just look at him!” She waved her hand about as you tilted your head, glancing over at him again, you had hoped to not learn his name but you supposed it was inevitable with your best friend trying to be a stripper. 

She had unashamedly become a regular at Cherry Bomb to remember his name, she even knew the presumed bartender. Jungkook you supposed was intimidating, even with his dark tired eyes and unimpressed expression that had stained his handsome face the entire time and briefly you remembered what the bartender had said, he was in a bad mood.

You wondered why, but you didn’t have time to think when it happened. When his eyes, just as they did the last time you stepped foot into this god forsaken building, met yours.

You coiled as far back into your seat as humanly possible and your cheeks were instantly lit on fire as your lips quivered, you would’ve seen the smirk break his otherwise bored expression had you not covered your face while squirming in your seat.

You had hidden yourself away but you could still feel his eyes almost eagerly drinking up your expression. Had you not known any better you would’ve assumed he remembered you even after a month from the incident. Maybe he did…

“See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Seulgi howled out, but she was laughing as she wrapped an arm around you, “He’s terrifying, if I lap dance anyone it’s gonna be Hoseok, he’s friendly, welcoming and did I mention hot?”

Forcing yourself to regain your composure you peaked up from the safety of your hands, his gaze was still burning into you, leaned back into his seat and his tongue was pressed into his cheek as if sizing you up. Cowering back into your hands as Seulgi snorted another laugh, “Fuck- I’m gonna go get a drink.” You muttered, feeling your body temperature rise despite him only just looking at you. 

Seulgi was practically wheezing as she slapped her knee, your face couldn’t possibly be a deeper shade of pink than it already was, your face felt like it was on fire and if you might as well be doing a walk of shame. You had a boyfriend, you’ve been dating for over a year. You swallowed thickly as you sat down at the bar, giving a loud groan at just remembering his expression, that stupid smirk on his lips. Letting your head collapse against the counter top as you sighed.

“Looks like you could use a drink.”

“Tell me about it,” You whined, boxing yourself in with your arms as you sighed, it was embarrassing enough as it was having Seulgi make fun of you, combined with his sultry gaze you were ready to melt into a puddle. The bartender seemed to laugh, his voice deep as dulcet making your shoulders relax. After a moment you heard something set down next to you as you sheepishly looked up from your brooding state.

He gave another boxy smile as he gestured towards the can of Coke Cola, “Taehyung, you can probably tell I’m one of the bartenders here. You’re one of Seulgi’s friends, right?”

“Mhm,” You nodded grabbing the cold can, popping the lid as you let the bubbly liquid drown your embarrassment down your throat, “Y/n, I came for moral support. Not really my cup of tea but she’s a hard headed ass.” 

Taehyung suddenly snorted a laugh, grabbing his stool to drag it across from you to sit down, letting his shoulders relax as he empathetically understood what you meant, “Yeah, she's one of the partier’s here, not a first I’ve had to kick her out from too many drinks.”

Pressing your tongue in your cheek you sighed despite the smile on your lips, “Why am I not surprised?” Of course your best friend had gotten kicked out of even here. It wasn’t surprising at all, she never knew when to say enough when it came to alcohol.

Speaking of your friend you heard her name called making you swivel around in your chair, her pupils were blown out and she was fidgety, her eyes frantically searching for yours. You gave her an encouraging nod and a thumbs up as she swallowed thickly, trudging up to the three employers, or one? She had connected her phone to the speaker before setting it down and starting the song.

Once the music started she seemed to let her nerves loosen, you could tell she was still a little nervous but her flow was good and you couldn’t help but smile at the way she so confidently swayed and rolled her body. She was good, and judging from the others they seemed interested enough...well most of them.

Jungkook had leaned back in his seat, even glancing at his phone once and then- back at you. Swallowing thickly you hurriedly glanced back to Seulgi, feeling your cheeks warm again, why did he keep staring at you? Especially when your friend was dancing, your attractive, confident and did you mention gorgeous best friend?

They did end up asking her to show a lapdance, it was honestly laughable, watching her cheeks dust a light pink and just as she told you she danced for the one of the left- Hoseok if you remembered correctly. 

You were practically jumping in your seat when she finished, they had actually been interested in her dancing and began further inquiring about her background in dancing, what hours she’d be open to working and altogether it looked like she had a strong chance of getting hired on. You had hopped up from your seat making your way over to her when you heard it.

When you heard him, “Hope you’re here to audition babygirl.” 

You must’ve looked like a disturbed cat with shoulders so stiff and it was a good thing your back was turned otherwise your stark red face would’ve blared as clear as day to him, “N-no! I’m um- just here as moral support…!” You whipped around, pupils blown out and you were sure your face was growing redder by the minute as you rapidly shook your head feeling your flustered state take over much to his delight. Smirk coiled back on his lips making you duck your head slightly and fidgeting behind your friend. 

“Well…” you felt the strongest urge to pull your friend into a choke hold as you watched her expression shift with an evil glint in horror. Why did you come? What purpose did this even serve you? Your mind told you, it was because you were a good friend- but still, “Y/n does have a lot of dance background- we use to go to the same studi-OW.” 

You had jabbed her in the side, still hiding half behind her as you scolded, your cheeks dusting pink but your eyes glaring holes into her before crossing your arms. She literally just told the bartender you’d rather jump off a cliff then dance, why was she trying to land you a job now? Or was she just purposely tormenting you? You felt an uneasy curl in your stomach at the idea but said nothing more as you felt three pairs of evaluating eyes on you. 

They weren’t actually considering her words, were they? Before you could even work up a nervous sweat the one on the left- Hoseok gave you a bright smile, and despite how friendly it was you still felt intimidated. 

Shrinking even farther behind Seulgi as he spoke up, “Well, we just had a few dancer’s leave us so even if you don’t think you’d be any good, could we still see? We’re hoping to have a few girls on stage by next Saturday.”

Saturday!? That was a whole week away, even if you had no intentions of dancing to begin with it still made your stomach curl with nausea at just the idea. But his eyes were so sweet and his voice was filled with so much pep and friendliness it was difficult for you to say no to him. Not wanting to disappoint even though somewhere deep in your mind you knew he wouldn’t be. 

 “W-well….I uh….Sure..? I guess.” You nibbled on your lower lip, cheeks flushing at your own words, unable to even look at him as your gaze dropped towards the ground.

“Perfect! Just connect your phone to the speaker and pick a song, good luck!” Hoseok replied chipperly, giving you a thumbs up. But you could hardly believe it yourself, especially when you meekly nodded only to accidentally meet eyes with Jungkook again, who was leaned back in his chair, looking more invested in you for the past three minutes then he had all morning. 

Seulgi gave you a slap on the back but you could tell she was trying her best to not laugh at you. You could feel your lips quivering in both embarrassment and fright, what if you weren’t good? What if they all laughed at you like Seulgi?

There was so many possibilities wandering through your mind that you physically had to swallow everything down. Forcing your mind to go blank, who cared if they didn’t like it? You weren’t the one who wanted to become a stripper anyways.

You connected your phone before scrolling through your playlist on Spotify, what was one song you had always wanted to strip too? Not like you went out looking for songs with that intention, nor did you ever have the confidence to actually try, but deep inside your own thoughts. Pausing over Bad Habit your finger hoovered, perfect. Pressing play you heard the smooth sound of the intro play over the speakers, yeah okay! You could do this.

Turning back you realized everyone was watching you, feeling a pit coil in your stomach as your pupils widened, okay fuck you could not do this. You hurriedly turned your backs to them, okay walk dumbass walk. You had started off with a little sway of the hips before realizing the intro was too long to just do that. 

Despite how hot your face felt you let your hands begin to trace up your thighs, dragging up the sides of your body before stopping at the band of your shorts pulling them up higher, your ass felt utterly exposed but you supposed that was the point if you wanted this to be convincing. 

But you didn’t care, right? Who cared? You didn’t care! You kept chanting it over and over into your head as your hands trailed up the rest of your body.

Stopping as you heard the last note of the intro, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. Looking over your shoulder you smiled, it was both shy and teasing at the same time as you dropped down to a slut drop slowly. You hands trailing back up your body in contrast as they pushed under your shirt, teasing a little skin before standing back up. 

Ass out and curved spine which made you internally cringe but if there was anything you had learned from regular dancing. It’s that sometimes you have to do uncomfortable things for the sake of choreography, this was just gonna have to be one of those times.

Surprisingly as you danced it had gotten easier, all of the evaluating eyes and stares seemed to mute and that’s when you realized, stripping and dancing weren’t all to far apart, the only difference being the lack of clothes. Nobody had actually stripped at the audition, had they you would’ve ran out of the building at the speed of light, but still. 

You found yourself in this state whenever you danced in studio, performing was always scary until you actually did it.

In fact, you found yourself having fun. Your cheeks had still dusted pink but the playful smile on lips never faded and hips had snapped with constant sway, hands trailing your body and depending on what you were doing you’d throw in some rib isolation's while you were at it.

You weren’t sure where the surge of confidence had come from, but you were really feeling yourself at the moment. And that's when you had gotten the not so good idea of proving a point to everyone including your best friend. And maybe, if you really wanted to stretch your reason, it could be considered payback.

Everyone was too scared to dance for Jungkook huh? While you could understand more than anyone in the room, he was also just a guy, he was human just like everyone else and that was your exact thoughts as you stopped in front of his chair.

Rolling your hips as you dropped down, your hands dragging up your stomach, your chest, even running from your neck to your hair. You couldn’t meet his eyes, even with as much of a confidence outburst you had, his gaze was just too dark, too sultry for your poor nerves to bare.

That didn’t stop your hands from finding their way to his thighs though, running up the thick muscles as you stood back up, trying to keep any and all dirty thoughts from invading your mind as you swayed around his chair trying to buy time and work up the courage to sit down on him. Five seconds could count, right? You decided it was better than bitching out. Coming back around to face him as you made your way onto his lap. Oh this wasn’t so ba- Oh god no! No! No! He really had a boner.

You could barely roll your hips once before that's what they were met with, your body had instantly stiffened and your face was a cherry red suddenly, whatever confidence you had, should’ve gained went right out the window as you popped back up. Hoseok had started laughing while clapping as you fumbled a few steps back, you had the world's most embarrassed smile on your face, your fingers twitching to keep from hiding behind them.

“Are you sure you didn’t come for the job? That was pretty impressive.” Hoseok laughed again, his words the breaking point for your humiliation as your hands practically slapped against your face, turning away from them to try and keep yourself from withering into a puddle, “No! I’m- uh…! Good, I’m not really cut out for this kind of job...” You awkwardly turned back around, your face on fire and frizzy hair covering your cheeks as you sheepishly tugged on a strand. You wouldn’t last a day at this job. 

An arm suddenly wrapped around your neck making you jolt as Seulgi gave you a pat on the shoulders, “She really isn’t.” She agreed soothingly before going to pinch your cheeks. You felt an indignant pang through your chest as you swatted her hand away. Ducking your head slightly as you finally met the gaze that had been burning into you the entire time, Jungkook had surprisingly let out a laugh and much to your disdain your face dropped slightly, so it was bad?

It didn’t matter of course, whether he thought you did a good job or not, but still, secretly, you had hoped maybe he liked it. 

But he had seen a lot more talented people this morning- “Well babydoll I’m gonna have to insist.”

“What?” Your head shot back up, eyebrows raised at his words for a moment confused. He...he what? Your mind went into orbit at his few words as he rose his own brows, his lips looking like they were trying not to give into a tempting smile.

“It’s up to you,” He shrugged, relaxing down into his chair, “But I still want your number regardless.”

His words made your cheeks flush into a hot red as you facepalmed, he was so shameless! Before you could even speak the familiar sound of your phone’s ringtone went off, swallowing thickly you sighed, closing your eyes with a muttered, “Fuck.” you bowed your head before apologizing. Quickly walking over to the line of seats as you answered your phone, “Hey babe, whats up?”

It was stupid way to start the conversation because you already knew what was up, you had promised your boyfriend he could call within an hour if you didn’t get back to him right after the audition. But still, wasn’t this a bit...clingy? You got it, he didn’t want you going to something like a strip club. 

But still, it wasn’t like you went with the intention of landing the job, he’d stroke out. 

“Hey angel, how did the audition for Seulgi go?” He asked on the other end, voice expectant and you could already tell he had called with another motive.

You swallowed thickly, nodding as you murmured, “It went well.” you glanced over to Seulgi talking to them, and unsurprisingly Jungkook had stood up, glancing over your way before standing in front of your friend. Probably coming to his senses and realizing the girl he was looking for was your friend, rather than you, “I don’t know if they’re hiring on the spot though, so we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Well, if you don’t have anything planned with Seulgi,” here it comes, “Wanna stay with me, feels like forever since I’ve seen you baby.” Your face scrunched at his words, trying to keep from sighing. You really had an essay due for literature later that evening and needed to get it done and you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus if you stayed with him. Or more so, he wouldn’t let you focus.

Not wanting to disappoint though you forced the peppiness back in your voice, “Of course! Seulgi’s going out with a few other friends after this anyways so I don’t have anything else going on.” It was a partial truth if you excluded your essay from the mix. You said your goodbyes as Seulgi made her way back over, looking a bit sour though you weren’t sure why.

Wrapping an arm around her you hummed, “I think you got the job.” 

That seemed to rouse a smile from her lips as she curved her brow, “I hope so! That was nerve wracking as hell, I’m sure you can say the same thing.”

You groaned at her words, your cheeks heating at them as you sighed, “Don’t remind me.” 

You both began laughing as you fixed your shorts back to their normal length, not realizing the certain gaze of someone following you the entire way out the door.

——

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, well aware of all of his friends attempting to keep their laughs from bubbling out of their mouths as he whipped around to his manager, “Sejin, you wanted me to pick someone, I want her.”

“Jungkook be realistic,” Sejin pinched the bridge of his nose sighing exasperatedly, watching the young man clench his jaw acting more like a five year old with a well known temper striking out, “She couldn’t even look at you without going red in the face.”

“So what!” Jungkook threw up his hands, he could understand what it looked like, it was obvious he was interested in you, physically...but sexual or not he wouldn’t want you for a trainee if he didn’t think you had potential, and you had it and then some. You were an absolute natural when it came to stage presence, “Yeah she needs a little work but she could really help turn things around for Cherry Bomb.”

It wasn’t a secret, while Jungkook himself and his fellow coworker’s brought in a crowd it just wasn’t cutting it. Strip clubs mainly catered to male fantasy rather than the opposite and with only one female soloist as of Cherry Bomb wasn’t exactly doing it’s best financially, and then having those three filler’s leave on top of it. It had been a frustrating week to say the least. 

Jungkook had only suggested seeing you audition because…

Well it wasn’t deep, he just wanted to see you get flustered and red faced for him, seeing you actually go through with it, and then dancing for him on top of it? The discomfort of his boner was still prominent. 

But through all of his raging hormones he could still blatantly see you had potential, and not just a little, you had a lot. It’s what he always wanted with a trainee, there wasn’t any point in taking someone in who was gonna work as a filler for the rest of this short lived career, now whether you actually wanted to take the job or not, was up too you. But he wasn’t about to let his own opportunity trainee wise to go out the window because of this old fuck.

Sejin finally turned around as he curved a brow, “Jungkook you and I both know she is a dancer, not a stripper.”

“She is,” Jungkook agreed, he’d admit that, he certainly wasn’t a liar and wasn’t going to start now, you were definitely a dancer, but that was all the better for choreography, all he’d need to do is teach you sensuality, which with time could very easily be learned. Just as Sejin had hoped he’d bow out, he didn’t as he continued, “But she can learn, just like everyone else you have picked out. None of them are strippers Sejin, that was expected when we did an open audition, why is this different?”

Sejin finally sighed, his gaze sterning slightly into that famous dad look he was known for, “Jungkook look me in the eyes and swear to god above that you don’t just want her as a trainee to sleep with her.” 

He groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration before looking directly at his boss, “For the love of god I don’t want her as a trainee just to sleep with her- not that I’d mind...don’t look at me like that!” He glowered, “Everyone here knows I’m not that horny Sejin, you know I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t think it was a good investment.”

Sejin gave one last sigh before giving in, knowing the young man was too stubborn to see it any differently as he waved a hand, “Fine, but she’s your responsibility Jungkook, you’ll be training her if she takes the job, handle the paperwork and drop it by my place if she signs, got it?

“Got it.” Jungkook replied chipperly nodding as he leaned against the bar counter, the lights were beginning to warp into different colors as everyone prepped the main room for the busy night as Sejin returned to his office. 

Hoseok hopped up on the chair beside his figure as he hummed out, “Jungkook mentoring? Never thought I’d live to see the day, that must be some good pussy.”

“Probably,” Jungkook agreed before shifting slightly, finally setting down the half empty can of soda as he turned to look at his friend pointedly, “But you know that’s not why I want her right? Sure she’s shy but you can’t deny she’d be good, we really could use another- if not more female soloist’s if we want Cherry Bomb to stay up and running.”

And while all of his friends had relentlessly tormented him since word got out about wanting to mentor you Hoseok knew it was the truth. Wanting to bang you was just an added bonus, “All I’m saying is-” Hoseok stood up again, clapping his hand against his shoulder as he continued, “It’s extremely convenient for you to say that.” Naturally Hoseok didn’t believe him.

Groaning he sighed, not bothering to try and prove his innocence in his want to have you on the team. Again, he knew what it looked like, but that wasn’t going to change his mind.

Jimin who had been spectating the whole time finally busted out laughing, that dumb cheeky smile he was all to well known for staining his lips as he raised his brows, “You’re so fucking whipped, are you sure she’s the same girl you gave a free lap dance to last month?”

“I’m not whipped!” Jungkook sputtered out indignantly, he didn’t consider himself so at least, yes you were cute, you were insanely cute and shy as well. But that’s all he knew about you. Girls practically fell at his feet daily trying to get a piece of him, to have someone like you cowering in the opposite direction was obviously going to gain his attention, “And yeah, it’s hard to forget a face like that, same demeanor and all, she’s a friend of one of the regulars I think.” 

“She is,” Taehyung nodded from on the other side of the counter, restocking the bar as he chimed in, “Pretty docile that one, but she does have grit. I think she’d make a good addition to the team, she looked good when she danced.” Jungkook finally sighed in relief at having someone’s support, his old friend and ex stripper agreeing with him compared to everyone else. 

Jimin only shrugged, placing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he replied, “Hey I never said she’d be bad, I haven’t seen her dance so who am I to judge? All I’m saying is you and I both know Jungkook doesn’t mentor, she must be a hell of a girl for him to change his mind, is all I’m saying.” He gave a teasing wink with a stupid grin as Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring both of his friends laughter. They could all say whatever they wanted about you, but Jungkook believed you could do it, and that’s all that mattered.

——

“Fuck…” 

It was a small whimper and you knew when he had called there was an ulterior motive, and just as you anticipated, there was. You were laid back on the bed, spine curved up and with a clenched jaw as the skin slapped against skin, he was so close to your g-spot it was edging you to near tears as you let out another whimper.

Hanjae had kept up his pace, moderate and his thrusts were particularly shallow, “Mmm you like that angel?”

You squirmed beneath him, but not necessarily out of pleasure like he misinterpreted, he kept unintentionally edging you and it was absolutely killing you. But more nights then less this was how it always was and it had made you often try and get out of staying the night. You loved him but it was hard when he was so picky…”P-please..” you whimpered out again, unable to form much more than that.

“Don’t worry, I'm almost finished baby.” He murmured sweetly, his jaw clenched and just his words alone were enough to make your vision go near blurry. Finish? You hadn’t even…!

Sexual frustration flooded your entire body as he came, taking a moment to gather himself before he got off of you. Pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash. Technically it wasn’t needed, you were already on birth control but it was mutually agreed you could never be too safe. Or so Hanjae told you. 

But that was the last thing on your mind at the moment as your body burned harshly, your orgasm or whatever was close to resembling it fading into nothing as your lips quivered, “Hanjae…” you let out a quiet plea as he hummed in response, crawling back into bed and pulling his arms around you, it was embarrassing enough to have to ask, your cheeks flaring pink as you murmured against his skin, “Can you eat me...please.” 

It was even more humiliating hearing his familiar rejection, “Maybe later Y/n.” You could hear the disinterest in his voice, it was probably hilarious. 

You had only had three boyfriends, Hanjae included into the mix, and yet you had never seemed to really experience sex, or maybe people just hyped it up too much? 

You weren’t sure, all you did know was your chest crumpled as you sighed, trying to hide your disappointment, it wasn’t like you had ever been ate out before anyways. 

You had heard it was amazing but that’s all it had ever been kept too, heard, never done. Your body burned uncomfortably the entire night and you had a hard time falling asleep but you did eventually. 

You had woke up to an empty bed the next morning, hearing the shower running not too far away letting you know Hanjae was still here. But even after sleeping your body was still burning hot. You glanced towards the door to the bathroom, he always took long showers anyways.

Without even thinking twice you had shifted your legs open as your hand found it’s way down to your core.

Still partially wet from old arousal as new began to form, your fingers gliding up your slit as you let them nimbly drag against your clit, a shot of pleasure shooting through you as you bit your lip to keep from whimpering.

Adjusting your pace to go faster as you clenched around nothing, your thoughts beginning to stray towards yesterday and shamefully towards Jungkook. Remembering the thick, large bulge you had grinded against. 

Your hips suddenly began to wiggle at the memory as you tried to strangle back a moan, your fingers kneading down your clit. He’d eat you with no hesitation, wouldn’t he?

You had ran your free hand through your hair as you hit the sweet spot of your clit again, letting your hips bucked into the air at the idea of his sweet plump lips attached to your stimulated bud, attacking it with a hot wet tongue that made you whine at just the idea. 

Your fingers sped up against the swollen bud as your imagination ran wild, and those hands. Mm fuck, they had to be atleast twice the size of your own, his fingers were long and slim, they’ve would’ve hurt stretching inside of you. 

Without even thinking you had shot your free hand down to your core, instantly pushing a finger in pumping it quickly as your right hand continued hitting against your clit.

Feeling the pressure build in your core as you finally strangled a moaned, bucking your hips into the air as you rocked against your fingers. 

His fingers would’ve reached your g-spot easily, hitting it again and again. Your thighs had squeezed together, another string of moans leaving you as you felt the orgasm begin to wash over you. 

But what you wanted more than anything was his thick cock squeezed into your little hole, you wanted to come clenching harshly against it while it stretched you to your limit pounding into you roughly. Feeling yourself clench around nothing but your small fingers as you whined and whimpered feeling the orgasm finally snap, leaving you hot and bothered only ready for another one. 

You suddenly paused like a deer in the headlights when you heard the shower stop, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You really just masturbated to a stripper rather than your boyfriend! You felt shame cover your very being as you shot up from bed, wet arousal sliding down your thighs much to your embarrassment as you quickly got dressed. 

The worst part about it was how easy it was to imagine so many different things with him, with Jungkook.

Your face was on fire and you couldn’t bare to look at Hanjae after that, you had class to attend anyways and as of right now you needed to be anywhere but in that bedroom. You had shot him a text saying as much as you went ahead to class, unwashed and in yesterday's clothes. You felt gross but it wasn’t exactly like anyone had judged you. But what you did that morning plagued your mind throughout the entire day.

——

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the bench outside of Starbucks, a macchiato in hand and a strong urge to just smash your head into a wall, your face was flushed and to any bystander passing they probably wondered why. 

If Seulgi landed this job, it meant you’d probably have to visit Cherry Bomb more than you would’ve ever liked and it meant you’d have to see him more than you wanted too. Or so you told yourself. But it was like the earth just hated you that day as your phone rang, an unfamiliar number on the screen, but hesitantly you answered anyways, “Hello?”

“Hey babygirl, hope you’re reevaluating your job options.” You swallowed thickly at the voice that had belonged to the one person who had been haunting you all day long. Jungkook’s voice was smooth, not as husky as you remembered it being the night you had first met. But even with a casual tone your face still flushed, “Awh come on, I’m not gonna bite baby, no words? Well let me dive in then, first of all, if you’re interested, there’s a few exceptions if you take the job. You’ll need to be trained but my boss, Sejin agreed to let me do it. Shockingly enough the job comes with a little more than just grinding my dick.”

If your face wasn’t red before, it was now at his words, amused while he gave a short laugh. You covered your face with your free hand as a shameful hot pang waved between your thighs. Why did your body have to be like this? The line was quiet for a moment before you sighed, “Look...I wasn’t joking yesterday...I’m really not cut out for stripping- don’t get me wrong, I think it’s amazing that you guys can go up there and do that every night but...it’s just not for me.”

“Why?” You had expected him to ask and you could tell he was being sincere in his question, whatever teasing tone he had earlier dropped. 

Nibbling against your lower lip you sighed again before dropping your hand from your face, leaning back against the bench as your frowned, “I’m just not good with people Jungkook, beside’s I get flustered easily it isn’t hard to tell. Not to mention I have close to none of the sex appeal it probably takes to be a stripper.” It had all stung to confess, to a stranger no less, but the last one had stung particularly bad. But it was true, nobody seemed to think you were desirable, and some days you wondered if Hanjae felt the same about you.

It was quiet for a moment before you heard a scoff, “That is such bullshit. I’m sorry babygirl but who the fuck told you that? Everyone in that room was ready to get off to you, me included. You have more then enough sex appeal for the job if that’s what you’re worried about.” you could hear him sigh, briefly pausing for a moment before speaking up, “Look, come to Cherry Bomb tonight, I have a show and we can talk after. Is there anyway I can convince you to take it?”

The idea was outlandish, you couldn’t be a stripper. Your dignity was crying and so was your morals but you had left your waitress job nearly two weeks ago and bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

But that wasn’t the main motivation, no. Something in your chest bloomed a little at his words, did he really think you could do it? That people would find you desirable? Something about his words had you lured in as you finally murmured, “Maybe....I don’t know, we’ll see.”

You could practically hear the proud smirk on his lips as he replied, “Don’t disappoint me babygirl.”

The line went dead and you sat there for a moment still processing the conversation, setting your phone back down onto your lap as you sighed. Pressing your hands against your face as unsurety filled you. Could you really be a stripper? Jungkook clearly seemed to think so. You weren’t sure if you’d really go to Cherry Bomb that night but then again, what did you have to lose?

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Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit/18+ warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark 

Penny never had difficulty sleeping. She was exhausted 90% of the time, between three jobs and everything that went into raising Peter, and could take a nap whenever the opportunity arose. It was a joke amongst all of her coworkers, that if you gave Penny an idle 10 minutes, she'd find a place to curl up and nap. She could sleep 16 hours straight happily if given the chance. 

Insomnia wasn't a part of her life. It was why finding herself unable to sleep was shocking to her entire system. The day of her punishment she took a nap and that was the last time she slept more than an hour at a time for the next three days. She wasn't sure if it was the fear and anxiety or the stress or any other combination of things, but she simply couldn't sleep. 

She didn't know if her kidnappers had noticed, strangely enough. They watched her constantly, tracking her movements and making notes of her habits, but never mentioned her sleep patterns. Or her eating patterns, for that matter. 

When Steve got up in the mornings, she waited about half an hour before getting out of bed herself. While he went for a workout, she pulled all of the curtains back from the floor to ceiling windows in the living room and laid on the floor in the sunshine. It was the only time she really slept soundly for longer than 20 or 30 minutes. By the third day, when she got up and went into the living room, the curtains had already been pulled back and the couch cushions were arranged like a pallet on the floor where she usually lay. An apple, which she had a tendency to grab in the mornings to hold her over until breakfast because half the time the only kosher food in the kitchen was fruit or vegetables, was already washed and cut and set on the coffee table. 

They never said anything about what she ate, even when Bucky made large, intricate meals and she avoided most of it. The first night he made spaghetti and meatballs with a side salad and she'd only eaten the salad. The second night had been pork chops and pasta salad— she'd dug out the last of the salad from the previous meal and a bit of the pasta before realizing there was bacon in it. Honestly she was starving, there was hardly anything kosher in the apartment and she was living off vegetables. 

Her captors were strange dudes. Sometimes they seemed chivalrous to a fault, set in some sort of bizarre gender stereotype; they would never sit before she did or start eating until she took her first bite. But Steve didn't like when she cursed or rolled her eyes and Bucky told her smoking wasn't ladylike when she asked for cigarettes. There was a weird dichotomy where they desperately wanted her to be happy in her imprisonment but simultaneously wanted to micromanage her behavior. 

After the fourth near sleepless night, she’d once again retreated to the living room once she was sure Steve had left. The spot in front of the windows was comforting for some reason, the warmth of the sun was encompassing like a hug but didn’t require touch. It felt safer than anywhere else in the apartment. 

She slept for at least an hour and only woke up to the sound of JARVIS playing a chime every few seconds, the noise slowly increasing in volume. As she blinked, slightly disoriented by the sound, and realized she was no longer laying on the cushions. At some point while she was asleep Bucky had managed to wedge his way beneath her, leaving her to lie on his chest. His arms were raised on either side of her head like he was holding something over her and the top of her head brushed his chin. 

At that point, her body didn’t even bother to instinctually tense. Even after such a short period of time, the panic response had lost its grip in the face of resentful acceptance. 

“Good morning, doll,” Bucky’s voice was a rumble beneath her more than a sound and she heard a page turning above her, “I can see why you like to lay here.” 

Penny didn’t bother answering, tired eyes tracking his movements as he lowered his arms and put a book on the floor. He didn’t look tired at all with his hair carefully pulled back into an artfully messy bun, fully dressed despite the fact that it couldn’t have been past 7 am. It was unfair how attractive they were, considering the position they had put her in. She’d never even considered a man bun atttractive before for fucks’ sake. After a short moment, his hands came back up to cup her face. 

Knowing the kiss was coming didn’t make it any easier to process or mentally prepare for. She didn’t want him to, it was disgusting, how dare he kiss her— but it was also so nice. Bucky was a really good kisser, both of the soldiers were, and it sent tingles down her sprine every time. The warmth from the sunshine was amplified by the feeling until it seeped into her veins and rendered her boneless against him. 

“Really good morning,” Bucky smiled against her lips, brushing his nose against hers as he pulled away enough to look at her, “Steve’s gonna be out of the shower in a few and we’ll head up to breakfast. Go get dressed.” 

Penny nodded in response, dazed, and let him pick her up and set her to the side of the pallet where it was easier to stand. The bedroom was still mostly dark, the heavy curtains drawn and the only light coming from the partially open bathroom door. The shower was running and she could hear Steve moving around as she walked to the dresser. 

There was a drawer dedicated to the softest clothing they’d purchased for Penny and she was especially taken with the shirts in it. They felt like ultra thin, soft cotton but were actually rather thick and warm. She pulled out a black one with long sleeves and traded it for the t-shirt she’d slept in. The same pair of jeans she’d worn the previous day followed and she tugged off her socks, prefering to go barefoot just because she could tell it bothered Steve. 

She stepped past the blond in question just as he came out of the bathroom, pretending not to notice the once over he gave her. The assholes weren’t exactly subtle, probably didn’t see the need to be. Bucky was waiting by the elevators when she walked into the living room, motioning over with the metal hand.

It had been days but she still hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask about the arm. Steve and Bucky both treated it like a completely normal arm, as if it wasn’t a super strong and incredibly high tech prosthetic, and she was afraid to mention it. Instead she tried to make sure she didn’t look at it for too long, or hesitate when he touched her with it just in case it made him angry. 

“Ready for breakfast baby?” He wrapped the arm around her shoulders and tugged her into his chest, ducking his head down to kiss her cheek. 

“Yeah,” Penny murmured, eyes tracking Steve as he also left the bedroom and crossed the room, kissing them each soundly before calling JARVIS to bring the elevator.

Penny had forced herself to become comfortable with any display of affection that came directly before getting to see Peter, just in case they decided to throw a hissy fit at her rejection and refuse to take her to breakfast. Despite the fact that she'd been promised she could see her brother multiple times a day, it had been limited to breakfast. She asked at least 20 times a day, can I see Peter now? I want to see Peter. I want to see my brother. They brushed her off every time, made some sort of excuse. 

It was part of their plan to make the siblings 'adapt' to their new lives. Penny could read between the lines and knew they didn't want them together too often to avoid any plotting. If they couldn't communicate enough to make an escape plan, they probably wouldn't try. It made sense, the clever bastards, but not being able to see her brother was wearing her down. Combined with the lack of sleep, she was beginning to feel more and more distraught. 

JARVIS was a small, unexpected saving grace. She wasn't sure why, but the AI would give her updates on Peter if she asked. Is Peter okay? Yes, Ms. Parker, he is currently in the lab. Is Peter okay? Yes, Ms. Parker, he is taking a nap at the moment. Is Peter okay? Yes, Ms. Parker, he is watching the original Star Wars trilogy. 

As they rode in the elevator up a few levels to what she'd come to realize was Stark's floor, she could see a very small red light in the upper corner. JARVIS was always watching, monitoring things like heart rate and temperature. He understood Hebrew if she spoke in it and would answer in kind, giving her a sort of privacy from the men boxing in her. The AI wasn't on her side per say, but the little things he did helped keep her from going crazy. 

When the doors opened, Penny didn't wait for the men to move before she began on her way to the kitchen. She would sit in a chair, despite the incredible amounts of pain it caused after her punishment, but would be transferred to someone's lap almost immediately. Likely Bucky, since they seemed to take turns and Steve had held her yesterday. They wanted to hold her and feed her. It restricted her movements, kept her farther from Peter, and drove her batshit insane. 

She quickly sat in the chair closest to her brother, forcing herself not to wince in pain and reached out for his hand. Peter was coping much better than she was, it was plain on his face and otherwise in his appearance. He didn't look happy necessarily, but he was sleeping and eating regularly. There was no visible cringe when Stark touched him, which she assumed meant the man hadn't hurt him. 

Penny had been considering for days what she would do if she walked into the kitchen one morning and found Peter injured. She was about .02 seconds from losing it at any second as it was, if she ever suspected Peter was hurt she would go ape shit. The goal would be to take Stark out as efficiently as possible— she'd likely only have one chance. She was pretty sure shoving a fork through his eye would be as effective as anything else. 

"You know, you get a very particular look on your face when you're considering killing me." 

Penny looked away from Peter just in time to see Stark before he swept her up out of her chair and sat down with her in his lap. Being as small as she was, it made manhandling her pretty easy in comparison to say, Peter, who despite being skinny was tall and ungainly to lift and carry around.

"Tony," Bucky sounded displeased but Stark waved him off. 

"My turn Winter Wizard," the older man snarked, tugging her snugly back against the line of his chest, "I love Penny too." 

Love. Stark didn't love Penny. She was half convinced he didn't even understand the concept, had it so thoroughly confused with obsession that he couldn't comprehend what love was. Love was selfless and unconditional, it was supposed to bring joy and comfort. Nothing about Stark's actions were any of those things, didn't provide a feeling of happiness and safety. Sitting in his lap was like sitting on a live landmine.

"What're your plans for today sweetheart? Peter wants to spend some time in the lab with Bruce— honestly I think he likes biology more than engineering, can you believe that?" 

Penny didn't answer, watching from the corner of her eye as Steve and Bucky sat down in the chairs around them. Steve sat opposite of Peter at the head of the table while Bucky took a seat to the teenager’s right, across from Penny and Stark. There was another comprehensive breakfast spread across the table, a quiche, pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and ham, fresh fruit, sausage and bacon.

Every time they loaded plates for her, Penny found herself turning her nose up at at least half of it. She was pretty sure they were unaware that the siblings were Jewish, either that or they were too stupid to realize there were dietary restrictions involved in the religion. Peter was more lax than Penny, he didn't remember their parents as much and aunt May and uncle Ben hadn't been religious, but she still ate kosher about 75% of the time. Plus, most kosher foods just felt more ethical and humane. 

Not that the mother fuckers who'd kidnapped them had any idea what it meant to be ethical. Or humane for that matter. 

"Penny, words," it wasn’t an order necessarily but she'd come to realize over the few days she had been in the tower that Steve's tone left no room for disobedience. 

"I don’t have any plans," she tried not to overtly grit her teeth in irritation. 

Any other day she'd be at the daycare until 1ish, taking care of the babies. After that she'd go to her barista job and after that, she went to the grocery store to stock shelves over night. Penny didn't have downtime, she didn't have hobbies, she didn't do anything during the day other than work. Maybe that's why she wasn't sleeping at all; she wasn't doing anything. Certainly not half as much as usual. 

"Well, what would you like to do? What do you do for fun?" 

Simmering anger began to build under Penny's skin but before she could answer (and potentially get herself into trouble), Peter jumped in, "Penny used to knit. And you liked gardening, right? When we lived in the house you had all those plants and the garden out back." 

"Ma's garden," Penny twitched her nose, the movement preventing a facial expression from settling and giving away her emotions— she tried not to think of the garden, or the house they'd lived in before the accident, it made her too sad. 

"Bite, sweetheart," Tony directed when she went quiet, refusing to elaborate. 

The food on the fork was a piece of the quiche, something with spinach and cheese and bacon, and Penny shook her head. The bacon was bad enough, but putting dairy with it as well was too much for her to stomach. Stark hesitated for a moment before sighing heavily and putting the fork down, forcing Penny to turn slightly in his lap to face him.

"You have to eat, sweetheart," he looked just a shade short of irritated and a thrill ran through her, a mix of fear that he might hurt her if he got mad enough combined with dark satisfaction that her actions were having an effect on him even if unintentionally, "you're too skinny as it is and you can't keep refusing food."

"I won't eat it," she stated quietly, resolution in her tone.

The only things on the table she would truly be willing to eat were the fruits and the pancakes. The quiche had cheese and bacon, the eggs had cheese and ham, and the individual meats were pork. For some reason, the bites of food she wanted were few and far between compared to the dishes she couldn't eat. 

"It's not an option baby," Bucky's voice was soft and imploring. 

Irritation climbed up her throat. She wasn’t on a hunger strike, she wasn’t being difficult. They were the ones who'd snatched her up against her will without considering her needs and wants. They were the ones at fault and fuck if she was going to— 

"That's not kosher," Peter quickly pointed to the quiche, followed by the scramble,  "that's not either. The pancakes might not be either depending on the eggs. Penny will eat the fruit." 

"You guys eat kosher?" Bucky and Steve both looked startled and she'd bet Tony did too. 

She didn't realise they were all considering what they knew about Peter; Tony had taken the boy out to eat multiple times in the months before bringing the siblings to the tower and there'd never been any sign of a special diet. They were Jewish, yes, but Tony could clearly remember the teenager eating bacon cheeseburgers and shrimp alfredo. 

"I don't but Penny does."

Since they'd brought her into the apartment, the soldiers hadn't paid too much attention to what she ate. Salads mostly, pasta. They hadn't focused on what she was eating, just the quantity of what she ate. 

"Ms. Parker regularly checks with me before consuming anything," JARVIS announced to the silent room. 

Maybe part of the reason Penny wasn't sleeping was because she was hungry. Honestly she was always sort of hungry, Peter having plenty to eat was more important than her eating regularly, but she'd been really hungry over the past few days.

"Penny why didn't you say anything?" Steve looked stricken and Bucky's face was ashen; he'd even talked to Wanda about kosher foods before they'd assumed the Parker's didn't eat a specific diet. 

"Why didn't I tell my kidnappers that I follow a religious diet? I wonder."

The words were scathing and spoken with a hiss of disdain that had their shoulders raising automatically. Bucky and Steve both shrunk back slightly and Stark went still behind her. She even managed to get out of his arms without a fight, standing up and heading for the elevator without hesitation. 

"...Penny?" 

"I'm going to take a shower, leave me alone!" 

She was so angry and fucking exhausted and hungry. Irrationally, it felt like storming off after having an argument with family instead of the true life villains she was surrounded by. She felt like a teenager storming off after fighting with her parents. Shockingly, they really let her go. The elevator doors opened and closed for her, even though she was alone. 

"Shall I bring you to your apartment Ms. Parker?" 

"It's not like I can go anywhere else," her voice was tearful and she bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to cry. 

But instead of moving, the elevator stayed still for an abnormal amount of time. She assumed JARVIS was waiting for the soldiers to arrive. 

"Perhaps you would like to go to the kitchens, miss?" 

"The kitchens?"

"Yes miss, I've spoken to one of the chefs who is more than happy to make all necessary adjustments to the kitchen to facilitate a kosher diet. New equipment is being brought in to prevent cross contamination and an order was sent to the runners for kosher foods which should arrive in less than an hour. In the meantime, Chef Cohen is gathering the necessities to make a kosher breakfast from what is currently on hand." 

Penny immediately burst into tears against her will, entirely overwhelmed. The tower was a goddamn nightmare, she was trapped and more often than not separated from her brother, but JARVIS was slowly becoming one of her favourite people (even if he wasn't really a person) in the world. Because JARVIS talked to her in Hebrew and told her about Peter when she asked and helped her figure out what she could eat and played movies on the wall all night while she was stuck in bed. 

He couldn't help her escape, he was a computer program at the mercy of his protocols, but he did more for her than anyone else. 

"Yes please JARVIS," Penny managed to get out through her tears, pressing her palms against her eyes gently, "thank you JARVIS." 

"You are most welcome Ms. Parker, your happiness is my priority." 

"It is?"

"My protocol is to make sure Mr. Parker and Master Stark are happy. In order to do so, I must make sure you are happy miss." 

Penny wasn't smart. She didn't have a high IQ, never finished college, would never qualify for anything more than a dead end job. But she was good at reading between the lines. Finding unconventional solutions to problems was a skill of hers. JARVIS might not be able to intentionally help her escape, but he might help her on accident without even realizing it.

It wasn't a plan, not yet, but it was a tool in her arsenal she never expected to have. And she would use it to her advantage as soon as possible. 

"Sir, Ms. Parker is currently on her way down to the kitchens were Chef Cohen is preparing a kosher meal. He has also compiled a comprehensive list of kosher foods to be kept in the kitchen at all times." 

"He made a list? Why didn't you do it J?"

"He's Jewish," Peter answered before JARVIS had a chance, shrinking back slightly when three pairs of eyes leveled on him suddenly. 

"Have you met him? He shouldn't have come up to this floor."

Sometimes Peter forgot that gentiles didn't recognize Jewish surnames, "he… didn't. His last name is Cohen. That's one of the most Jewish names I can think of." 

He couldn't be sure, there was a high chance that Peter was hallucinating, but it was possible that Tony Stark was blushing. Like, it was possible but Peter was pretty sure his eyes must've been playing tricks on him. Tony made him blush a million times a day, it was never the other way around. A small thrill ran through him, had he made Tony turn red? 

"Peter, is there anything else like this that we should know?" 

Steve's voice drew him out of his reverie and Peter directed his attention at the blond, "like what?" 

"Like things Penny doesn't like, or will upset her?" 

Peter nodded in understanding, "like abducting her and keeping her against her will?" 

"Peter!" Tony was trying to admonish him but his tone was full of laughter.

Bucky leveled the teenager with a vaguely amused expression, "Tony was the one who kidnapped her."

"Yeah but she hated him on principle before that, you guys she learned to hate." 

"Okay, moving on," Tony waved his hand dismissively before the soldier could respond, "J, let Cohen know he's officially Penny's personal chef. I want him available any time she's hungry, any time she wants a snack. I'll up his pay, but if Penny gets up at 3am and wants some ridiculously complicated meal, he'll be dragging his ass out of bed to make it." 

"Understood sir."

Bucky absently stared towards the doorway Penny had disappeared through, "I could figure out kosher cooking." 

"Let the professionals handle it, Bucky Bear," Tony snorted slightly before turning his attention to Peter, "is she allergic to anything?"

"I'm not sure, we think she had an allergic reaction to something a while back she never went to the doctor or anything," Peter took a huge bite of his pancakes.

"She hasn't been to the doctor in a long time has she?" Bucky frowned, considering the implications. 

"Or the dentist," Peter nodded. 

"We'll have Bruce do a complete work up, just to be safe. We’ll get dentist in here too. J?" 

"Dr. Banner would be happy to see Penny anytime today and I am sending a request to your own dentist sir."

"Tell Bruce we'll head his way once Penny finishes eating," Steve had a tendency to look up at the ceiling occasionally when speaking to JARVIS despite knowing he wasn't up there, "will you let us know once she's done? I want to give her some time to calm down."

"Once she has finished her meal I will direct her Dr. Banner's lab—" 

"J, you'll tell them when," Tony ordered, quickly noticing the way his AI tried to steer his words, "the soldiers will accompany her. Going down to the kitchen by herself was a stretch, she can't be wandering around unattended this soon."

"She was hungry, sir." 

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance; the AI sounded defensive but there was a derisive tone to him as well, aimed at the soldiers. They were the ones supposed to be taking care of Penny and yet she was hungry. JARVIS was unimpressed with them and had a surprisingly strong attachment to Penny after such a short time. 

"Yeah, yeah, J, just let them know a few minutes before she's done eating," Tony turned his attention to Peter, "baby, why don't you go take a shower before we head to the lab?" 

Peter felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Usually, showering before going to the lab was sort of a waste. They'd get sweaty and gross by the end of it and need another shower anyway. He hoped he wasn't blushing— usually Tony took a long bath with him when they were done in the lab. 

"We're still gonna take a bath together baby, don't look so sad," the salacious look on the older man's face had Peter quickly darting to his feet, face on fire as he ran off. 

Tony waited until the teenager was out of earshot to turn a very dark look on the soldiers, "wanna explain how the fuck you haven't known for two full fucking days that Penny won't eat anything that's not kosher?"

"Tony—" 

"No, actually," he waved his hand before Steve could finish speaking, "I don't care what you have to say. You're going to listen." 

He wasn't older in literal years, but Tony's consciousness was older than the soldiers' and in that moment he felt those years. He stood from the table, coffee mug in hand and took a few steps towards the counter. In general, Tony considered his friend’s to be his family. They were important to him, he wanted them to be happy and healthy and cared for. But Peter was his world and because of that, Penny was too. Her happiness usurped theirs. 

“I gave you both the opportunity to take Penny, the way I took Peter,” he took a sip of coffee, tapping his fingers against the expensive marble countertop, “I knew from the way you talked about her, that you loved her the way I love Peter. But I didn’t want to. Honestly, I wanted to keep her tucked away where I can keep her safe and happy. I knew I could do a better job than you, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.” 

Tony dumped his coffee into the sink, setting the mug in after and running some water into it. Around 10am a housekeeper would come in a clean up after breakfast, leaving the dishes that lived in the house and taking the rest down to the kitchens. He liked to keep everything as spotless as possible because his brain was a pretty big disaster at the best of times and clutter didn’t help. 

“You’re very quickly losing it,” he held his hand up when Steve went to speak, “shut up, I don’t want to hear it. Right now you’re listening. This is strike one. Penny is upset and she’s been hungry for the last two full days. Somehow, despite being around her constantly, you didn’t realize that. You better figure out what else you’re not realizing because if I feel like Penny isn’t thriving, I’m going to take her back whether you like it or not.” 

[blu-joons]

Being Married To Jungkook ~ BTS Headcanon

Your Wedding

Your wedding was better than you could have ever imagined, it was everything you wanted

The two of you had spent hours together discussing how you wanted the day to go, both of you were meticulous making sure every detail was perfect

You married in a country park, a gorgeous tepee with fairy lights everywhere created a dreamlike reception

Jungkook was in awe of the whole occasion, especially how beautiful you looked

“All of this feels like I’m in a dream, it’s just magical.”

Both your families were in attendance, they were massive fans of your relationship

Jungkook definitely sobbed during his speech, as soon as he began, he couldn’t hold himself together, allowing the happy tears to fall

His eyes were on you all the time, how he got so lucky, he didn’t know

Your wedding photos looked incredible, Jungkook was also going around with his camera throughout the day, snapping pictures of your guests

The boys were of course his best men, his biggest fans throughout the day

“Who’d of thought the baby maknae would be the first of us to get married?”

Your first dance was beautiful, Jungkook made to show you off to all the guests, standing in the background of your stunning dress

Neither of you wanted the day to end, the weather was perfect creating the most incredible atmosphere

It was easily the best day of your lives

He couldn’t wait to look towards the future and see what married life brought to you both

Being Married To Each Other

The first few days of married life created a lot of smiles for you both, you kept having to remind yourself you were married

One of your favourite things to do was play with your ring, admiring what he had chosen

You couldn’t wait to look back at all the photos, sending them to all your friends and families, scrapbooking them all as keepsakes

“I wish we could do it all over again, if I could get married everyday for the rest of my life I would.”

“I don’t know, marrying you once Kookie was stressful enough.”

All the sleepless nights you’d spent planning ended up being worth it

Jungkook couldn’t wait to print off his photos and piece them together

He had a few days off from the studio to be able to spend time with his new wife

You spent the evening of your wedding in a nearby hotel, Jungkook easily picked you up, carrying you over the threshold

“Now this makes everything feel official, carrying my wife to bed.”

Your honeymoon took a bit of time when you could find time in his busy schedule to get away for a week

One of your favourite chores after marriage was changing all your details so they were addressed to Mrs Jeon

Being married brought new responsibilities, the two of you suddenly felt incredibly grown up

Jungkook didn’t want to become complacent, he still took you out on date nights to keep the spark

You couldn’t bring yourself to return your dress, keeping it hung up in your wardrobe

He loved to introduce you as his wife, a big smile was always on his face as he did so

Everyone knew the two of you were going to get married, you were made for each other

Eventually your wedding video came from the videographers, you settled on the sofa one night to watch it through

Of course, Jungkook cried, he cried at anything, the opening montage was enough to set him off

“Kookie, this video is an hour long, you can’t be crying already.”

“But, look how cute you look getting ready, how can you not feel emotional?”

Suddenly, the two of you found yourself very domesticated, interior design was one of your favourite things

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to start thinking about children, and what the two of you look would forward to next

He began to move away from work a bit more to dedicate more time with you and settle as you built a family

A lot of keepsakes were kept from your wedding, little table decorations, table runners, anything cute

You received a lot of wedding gifts, things for your house were one of the major things guests brought

The fans also sent a lot of good luck messages beforehand, they couldn’t wait to see all your photos

Not much changed for you both, aside from a change of name, you still had the same love and respect for each other

It took a long time for you to adapt to married life, introducing yourself by your maiden name

His family spent a lot of time with you both too, helping you to sort things out

You still felt like you only just began dating sometimes, you kept a lot of the fun in your relationship, date nights were big, and trips were important

Jungkook loved to have you on tour still too, he would always ring you wanting to spend time with you

Being married was what you both had dreamt of for quite a while, so for it to come true, was the happiest day of your lives

It brought the two of you both closer together as you enjoyed your new outlook on life

Your Honeymoon

Your honeymoon was everything the two of you could have dreamed of, it was exactly what you needed to spend some quality time together

You flew to Bali as it was somewhere neither of you had ever been before

Going away was all about relaxing, you wanted to forget about the world and enjoy the bliss

Jungkook loved spending days with you when you wore your bikini, you looked, incredible

He loved to explore with you too, going on little adventures, leaping through forests or running down beaches

His camera was his best friend, anything he could take a photo of, he would, so you could remember it all

It was rare for him to get so much time with you, so he was determined to make the most of it

You also reminisced about your wedding and all the little moments that made you smile

“I will never forget Hobi’s drunk dancing, it was a sight for sore eyes.”

“Or, when Namjoon tried to do a cartwheel, I mean, what was he thinking?”

The boys weren’t happy about you being away, they called everyday to see how you both were

You bumped into a few fans, but they were incredibly respectful that it was your time

Both of you kept your social medias up to date so the fans could see what you were up to

Most of your trips were once in a lifetime, Jungkook wanted to make it the best week of your life

You went paragliding, swimming with dolphins, all the things you could only dream of as a child came true

Neither of you wanted it to end as your two weeks away came to an end

The boys, however, couldn’t wait to have you both back in their lives

“We’re missing you like crazy, make sure you bring us back a present.”

Marital Issues

As with all couples the two of you had your fair share of arguments, the responsibilities were rather overwhelming

Bills and paperwork were the main topics of discussion, Jungkook never really understood how to handle them having had people do it for them

The realisation that marital bliss did come to an end at some point was hard on him

He hated arguing with you, he loved you, but sometimes it was just natural

Jungkook would always say sorry if there was an argument, it made him incredibly sad

All he needed to do was glance down at his wedding band to remind himself that the argument was stupid and irrelevant

You were always there to comfort him after an argument, talking it through was the best way for you both

For most of the time the two of you got on incredibly well, there wasn’t much for you to argue about

If anything, you argued less when married as Jungkook made sure to spend more time with you

You were best friends, you hated raising your voices

Having seen how marriage affected some of your friends you were both determined to make yours work

“I hate arguing with you, it breaks my heart, can we just forget about all of this?”

Forgiveness was a must, you helped to teach Jungkook about all the things marriage entailed

He loved that you were willing to help him learn about how a good husband was expected to behave

Looking To The Future

If it wasn’t made clear before, Jungkook was desperate to start a family with you and build a family

Being married made you both feel grown up as if you were finally adults with adult responsibilities

Performing was one of his dreams, but another was definitely starting a family

“I feel like I’m ready to settle down soon, babies are the next step I think.”

You also brought your first house, taking a bit of independence away from the band, and having somewhere of his own

Kook was desperate to be a good husband, he was incredibly respectful and supportive of you

He loved everything about marriage, he loved being a husband and telling everyone about you

Naturally, he couldn’t be happier knowing that he had you for the rest of his life and you weren’t going anywhere

The thought of the rest of his life with you was the best thing ever

The Boys Take On Your Marriage

All the boys were the biggest fans of your relationship, they thought you suited Jungkook perfectly, there was no one better for him

Jin loved to tease him as the new grandad of the group as he settled down with you

“You must be feeling old now JK, you’re basically like an old man.”

Namjoon was on hand to look after you both, he was so proud, thinking back to the days when he first met Jungkook, and now, he was a married man

Your favourite moment was a song Jimin had written to perform at your reception, dedicated to the two of you and moments you’d spent together

Hobi took the lead on their best man speech for sure, he was in charge so that everything went perfectly, retelling lots of jokes

“I always remember when Jungkook fell flat on his face the first time Y/N came to visit us at the studio because he was so embarrassed.”

Taehyung brought the best gift; he was the one that designed one of the scrapbooks for the two of you to fill with memories

Yoongi wasn’t big on weddings, but he was big on you, happy to support you both on your special day

They were there with you through everything, they helped you to plan and set up your whole wedding to reduce the stress on you both

All of them adored you, they couldn’t have been happier to attend your wedding

Masterlist

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Hi! I love your blog and your writing! That last Juno and Ben fic you wrote was so beautiful and heartbreaking, and 'I will love you if I never see you again' was INCREDIBLE, I've read it like three times! I was wondering if I could request some Ben/Mick fluff or angst? Thanks and I hope you take care!

Thank you so, so much for your lovely words about my work, I’m so glad you like it! 

And I am very sorry that this is how I’m repaying you...

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“I think I’m going to move out.”

Mick was half asleep already, he wasn’t sure what he’d heard for a moment. He wasn’t even sure Ben had spoken, his voice was so soft and small, like he was half a world away rather than lying in his arms, their noses practically touching on the pillow.

“Huh?” he mumbled in response, forcing one eye to open even with how leaden his eyelids felt. Mick had always been a heavy sleeper.

But the sight of Benzaiten Steel was worth it. He looked so different when he was tired, without the make-up and the smiles he put on for the rest of the world. Mick always felt like he was seeing a version of Ben that no one else got to see, making him feel like the luckiest guy on Mars. So much about Ben made him feel like that. Right now he was staring at him with wide eyes, still slightly glazed, it couldn’t have been more than five minutes since he finished. His face was soft, unmanaged, vulnerable. He looked like how Mick remembered from their first night together, the night they hadn’t even needed to have sex because just being in the same bed, nothing between them, had been more than enough. He looked sixteen again.

“I think I’m going to move out,” Ben repeated, voice still small like he was worried someone would hear, “Out of mom’s house.”

Mick stopped, both eyes snapping open now. He sat up, wanting to focus, wanting to force his mind that wandered so easily to stay still and really listen because he could see now how important this evening had suddenly become. And he’d thought tonight would have been the same as any other Saturday; movies on his dad’s ratty old sofa, ones they didn’t really listen to because they were so wrapped up in each other. Sex that was amazing, sleeping in each others arms that was somehow even better and Ben waking him up as he tried to leave quietly for his early class the next morning. Mick liked predictability, he liked knowing what was coming. And he hadn’t known this was coming, not at all.

“Oh…” Mick mumbled, wishing he had something better to say, as Ben followed him in sitting up, “You...you sure?”

Ben sighed, not in frustration at Mick, he was pretty much the only person on Mars who had never and would never do that. He just sighed like he was deeply exhausted, leaning back against the headboard, curls falling in his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling.

“I just...I don’t think I’m doing any good, Mick,” he mumbled, “I thought she needed me around but...lately, more and more, it feels like me being there is making her worse?”

Mick chewed on his lip unhappily. He didn’t like to comment on Ben’s ma. He didn’t know a lot about her, honestly, for someone who’d known the Steel twins as long as he could remember. There had been the odd conversation, sure, where she’d handed them juice when they were little kids and asked about school in the way adults did, like they all read from the same script. But that was all he knew, even after nearly five years dating Ben and more than a decade of friendship with them both.

And most of that was their doing, Jay and Ben had always kept her at arm’s length from their friends. Mick more saw the periphery, he saw the impressions that were left. He saw how Jay’s jaw would tighten when the subject of parents came up in school, like when they’d read a story about a happy family or the teacher would mention taking something home to mom and dad. He saw how Ben would get uncomfortable when Mick was at his house, not like he didn’t want him there but like he was expecting something bad to happen at any moment, something where he’d need to throw himself in front of Mick to protect him. He’d seen the signs on both of them, the signs of missed meals and sleepless nights. He’d had them both turn up on his doorstep on a school night before, asking meekly, shamefaced, if they could sleep on his floor. He knew Sasha had, too.

And he’d heard the arguments since Jay had split and joined the academy. He’d seen Ben coming back from dinners with his brother, red eyed and tense. He heard his boyfriend angrily slam his comms down on a conversation halfway through.

Mick knew enough. Enough to make his stomach churn when he would drop Ben off at home and watch him walk through the door, feeling like somehow he had failed him.

But Ben had stayed, even after Jay left before the candles were even blown out on his eighteenth birthday cake. And Mick trusted Ben’s reasons for doing that, for them still not having moved in together, for there having been no word of moving beyond what they had right now, still a high school relationship with more frequent sleepovers. He trusted his boyfriend’s big heart.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared for it, each and every day.

“How do you mean worse?” he asked, striving for delicacy even when he knew it was so far from his strong suit.

Ben hadn’t looked at him since he’d spoken but now Mick got the sense he was deliberately doing it, “I mean...she...it’s complicated but...the pills…”

Mick reached over and took his hand, where it was lying limply on the bed. After a moment, those fingers responded, holding Mick’s tightly in return.

“She keeps thinking I’m Juno,” he admitted, voice shrunk right down, “She’s seeing things, she’s losing things when they’re right in front of her. It feels like the medication isn’t doing it’s job any more. And sometimes...she says things. To me. When she thinks I’m Juno.”

Mick felt his shoulders square, “What kind of things? Ben?”

“Nothing she means,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “It’s her...troubles talking. But I don’t think I’m helping any more. I...I think she needs to move somewhere. A facility. Where they can keep her safe when I can’t.”

Ben actually flinched, like he was expecting some divine retribution, like he was waiting for the universe to rail against him for even daring to say that about his own mother.

But there were only the two of them, lying side by side in the darkness. And honestly, Mick was doing everything he could to keep the relief out of his voice.

“Ben, you’ve done everything you can for her, more than you ever had to,” he spoke haltingly, trying so hard to find the right words to match what was going on inside him, “And deep down, she knows that. If this is what's right for her, then it’s what’s right. And...it’s not your fault.”

Ben looked up at him and Mick realised in that moment that his boyfriend had been holding back tears for a while now. He folded him into his arms and let him sob against his chest, stroking his tight curls and rocking him, just like he’d always wanted someone to do for him when he cracked like this. When he was little, anyway. Now he had Benzaiten.

Mick always hated this, he hated that there were hurts inside the man he loved that he couldn’t fix. But Ben had taught him that he could at least be there.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, when he felt Ben’s tears start to slow, “It’s alright, sunshine. It’s okay.”

“Thanks,” Ben gasped, moving to rub his eyes but Mick got there first, gently dabbing at them with the edge of his shirt, “It’s just hard. I love her and...and she’s going to hate me…”

“She’s your ma, Ben. She loves you,” Mick tried to reassure him though, truthfully, he had no idea, “Sometimes you have to make decisions that are hard but...they’re what’s best in the end.”

“I know...I just feel so selfish.”

“Selfish is the last thing you are, Benzaiten Steel,” Mick’s voice firmed now he knew he was saying something absolutely true and he held onto his boyfriend tightly, “Believe me, I’m an idiot, but even I know that.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Ben shouldered him lightly, barely even moving his boyfriend who was much bigger than him, “Don’t say that.”

“Well don’t say you’re selfish,” Mick returned, chuckling, bringing them back to lying down, back to being nose to nose, “You just...you love so much, Ben. Everything you do is motivated by that. And it’s so nice.”

Ben sighed gently and kissed him lightly on the lips, “See? How can you say you’re an idiot when you say such lovely things?”

Mick laughed, kissing him back just because he could and because it felt so good, before murmuring, “So...if you’re moving out...do you need a place to stay? Cos I know a not-idiot who has room in his bed…”

Ben’s eyes shone and hope dawned in them, “Really? You’d be okay with that?”

“Sure!” Mick grinned, “Or, hell, we don’t even have to live here. I’ll sell my bike and we can move somewhere new, get out of Oldtown, off of Mars itself if you want. Somewhere fun and exciting and you can dance and I can write and we’ll have a million pets and a million kids and we’ll get married and love each other for the rest of our lives…”

Ben was giggling and squirming before he’d even finished, blushing beautifully and burying his face against Mick’s neck, “You’d need to sell more than your bike...but that sounds nice.”

“Sure does,” Mick held him close, able to breathe again now the smile was back on Ben’s face.

“It’ll take a bit of time I guess, finding her a place, somewhere nice where they’ll take good care of her and help her feel safe…” Ben murmured, “Somewhere away from all the noise and stress...but then I can sell the house to pay for it, Juno will help...and then…”

“And then?” Mick murmured, kissing the top of his head.

He felt him smile against his skin, a smile of pure hope.

“Then I can get on with loving you for the rest of my life.”

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kim seokjin

“I just feel like it's not working out, you know?” you've only been doing this job for three weeks, yet you were already unsure whether or not this was the right thing for you.

There was just so much stuff going on, your anxiety thriving and growing with each day and you weren't sure if it was worth it.

“Give it some more time, Jagi. Maybe a month or two and if you still feel that way, then quit,” Jin said with a supportive smile, “Just don't give up right away..”

You fell back on your bed, sighing deeply, but smiling when Jin started kissing your neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to look forward to every day when you're at work.”

If he treated you like he had treated you tonight after each work day, you might reconsider staying there..

min yoongi

“Take my advice.. enjoy it while you can,” Yoongi wasn't too understanding about your situation unfortunately. Quite honestly, if you were less stubborn, you'd appreciate this, because it was the truth. University, compared to working, was a lot better, but in your current state, you didn't see it that way.

Essays, presentations, exams.. your schedule was packed. And you were stressed.

“Oh yeah, I'm thriving right now,” you said mockingly and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Yoongi sighed and got up from his chair, walking over to you to gently run his hands up and down your arms.

“You want me to give you oral? Would that make you feel better?”

“No,” you pouted, still trying to be stubborn. But when Yoongi shrugged and wanted to return to his work, you quickly said, “Actually..-”

And you didn't see it, but he started grinning.

jung hoseok

“The last semester is always the worst, (Y/N),” Hoseok said, his fingers running through your hair, “I know you're stressed out, but just remember that after this you will be done.”

“But what if I fail?”

“You won't fail, you've worked too hard for this. You just need to believe in yourself.”

That was a little hard right now, stress was literally crushing you and you were suffocating from it, crying almost daily now.

But Hoseok has made it his mission to at least make the hours with him the best that you’ve had. He treated you like a queen, made sure you ate enough and gave you massages until you were moaning.. or maybe the moaning came from his mouth between your legs.

Who knows.

kim namjoon

Last year had been hell for you.

You had never studied as much as you had last semester, have had so many sleepless nights and so many mental breakdowns that you were considering taking a semester off.

“(Y/N), I know that this is hard,” Namjoon sat down next to you on the bed and grabbed your hands, “But you've done so well last year. All your hard work has paid off, you were one of the best last year..”

“But it wasn't worth it.”

“Don't say that. Come on, babe, you only have two more semesters and then you're done. Finally done. Then you can show your uni the middle finger and walk out because you'll never have to set another foot in there.”

The thought of flipping off your uni did sound kind of nice. So nice that you had to chuckle, Namjoon wrapping an arm around you with a grin and kissing your temple.

“But you do realize that I'm going to need a lot of orgasms if I do this shit show again, right?”

“Is there ever a time where you don't orgasm?” his hand was already traveling between your legs and when you moaned, he couldn't help but chuckle, because the answer was definitely no.

park jimin

“Off,” Jimin said simply.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Why?”

“Because I can see the amount of stress you've had at work today and you need someone to relieve your stress with. And..-” he pointed at his hard dick, “I'm more than willing.”

At first you looked into his eyes, then at his dick, then back into his eyes before you started laughing wholeheartedly.

But Jimin just confidently walked towards you with a grin and began undressing you.

It wasn't rough sex, but it also wasn't romantic sex. It was comfortable sex. You two were having fun and he made you forget about work. Which had been his aim all along.

kim taehyung

“Tae.. what do you think about kids?”

Taehyung looked up from his phone with his jaw already on the floor, “Are you pregnant?”

“Not yet.. but..-”

He knew what this was about. This was about you being tired of your job and wanting to be a mom. But Tae thought you were underestimating the job of a mother a little bit too much.

“Babe, I know that you want a kid and I do too, but.. it won't be easier just because you won't have to go to work anymore. A baby is a lot of responsibility and I'm too busy at the moment to be with you 24/7. I feel like you'd be more stressed with a child than you are because of work right now.”

He was right. Of course he was right. And it was unfair to get pregnant just because you hated going to work.

You sighed in defeat and nodded, “You're right..”

“We will have a baby.. just.. not yet, okay?” he smiled and kissed your cheek, but then he started grinning in a way that made you chuckle, “But in the meantime.. we could.. practice some more for it?”

jeon jeongguk

“I really want to quit my job,” you said out of the blue, Jeongguk looking up from his food, “But then I think.. better not.”

“Is this because of your boss?”

“It's because of everything. I have so much stuff to do and not enough time and I just want to relax a little again.”

Jeongguk understood that only all too well, but the difference was that he was passionate about what he was doing and you weren't.

“(Y/N), if you're unhappy, then change your job.. you know money isn't an issue, you can take your time and find the perfect job for you.. but.. sitting at home all day..”

“I didn't say that's what I wanted, I'm just not happy with my work environment right now.”

“Then change it,” Jeongguk nodded, “I'm supporting you, you know that.”

And you appreciated that.

So much that you wanted to show him just how much as you got up a few moments later and walked around the table, kneeling down in front of him.

Jeongguk immediately started to laugh.

“I'm still eating.”

“Yeah,” you opened up his pants, “So am I..”