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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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of gold stars and lotus crisps

SUMMARY. You didn’t always get along with your roommate. But with his disarming charm and genuine kindness, you soon found yourself taking a liking to Zhongli and all the little gifts he got for you.

PAIRING. zhongli x reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. roommate au, modern au, fluff

A/N. i’m in love with zhongli, did u know? 😳 anyway i think i had way too much fun writing this ahdjksd so pls enjoy 🥺💓 xx sof

Your roommate wasn’t particularly airheaded, you wouldn’t say. But he did seem to either forget or not care for the mundane, everyday things in life.

Mundane, everyday things such as closing the door as he entered, turning the faucet off after washing dishes, bringing his wallet with him when he went shopping, eating enough meals throughout the day needed to properly sustain his health...

Honestly, you had to wonder how on earth he’s kept himself alive all these years. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was pampered and spoiled rotten all his life. (Though, after getting to know him, you started to realize he did nothing out of malintent and he wasn’t actually a spoiled brat.)

Still, it was annoying at first—you couldn’t lie.

Those weren’t characteristics you wanted in a roommate, but with how high rent was these days, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You’d rather split rent with someone who seemed fairly harmless, albeit a bit of a handful, than go house-hunting all over again.

In the beginning, it was a chore. Constantly closing the door after him or reminding him to lock it himself, paying attention to the running water in case he left the faucet open and accidentally flooded the place, cooking extra for breakfast so he could have something to eat instead of just skipping the meal— It was a lot to deal with at first.

But he was receptive to communication. After you sat down with him one night and genuinely told him about the things that bothered you, Zhongli tried to be more mindful of his surroundings and checked the sink before leaving the kitchen. He brought his keys with him and closed the door. And he even remembered to bring his wallet whenever the two of you went out to eat together! That was a feat in itself, you had to say.

One thing he never quite got the hang of, however, was not skipping meals due to sheer forgetfulness.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” you would ask.

He would pause, putting his book or whatever else was capturing his attention at the time down. “Breakfast… I’m afraid I can’t remember if it was yesterday or the day before when I last ate it.”

And that simply wouldn’t do.

You found yourself waking up a little earlier before Zhongli had to go to work and cooking a little more than usual in order to ensure he had something to eat. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all! You couldn’t just let your roommate (and friend) miss the best meal.

It became more and more frequent for the two of you to eat breakfast together to start your day, bonding as you passed a pitcher of orange juice and shared smiles as the sun shined through the glass windows.

Mornings became a million times more pleasant with him around.

And it wasn’t as if your friendship was purely one-sided, with you giving more than you were getting. In his own ways, Zhongli would express his gratitude and liking towards you.

Most days, he’d come home from work or from hanging out with his friends with a gift in his hands. Whether it be a shiny figurine from an anime you liked or an obscure snow globe with indecipherable writings on it, he would offer it to you with a wide-eyed look on his face, as if he was deliberately gauging your reaction.

“Y/N, would you care for this gift? It reminded me of you and I thought you would like it.”

Or—

“You said you were a fan of this show, correct? I’m not sure who the character on this sweatshirt is, but it seems to suit you.”

Soon, you found all of Zhongli’s gifts to you taking up a whole corner in your room, from the clothes in the dresser to the trinkets resting on the shelves atop. You couldn’t help but smile fondly whenever you glanced at it.

The routine became second nature, with you cooking meals for him and eating breakfast and sometimes even dinner together, him giving you random gifts and treating you out (when he remembered to bring his wallet, of course). The two of you seemed to settle into a nice, content rhythm. That was, until the past few days when you started feeling an odd flutter in your stomach and an unfamiliar race of your heart in Zhongli’s presence.

You didn’t sense those physiological changes when you were around him before… Why was it happening now?

After hours of thinking, you came to the conclusion that these symptoms could only be one of two things: Either you randomly caught the case of a stomach bug, or you developed a crush on your roommate.

You couldn’t say which would be worse.

And to add insult to injury, you were having this sudden revelation only minutes before Zhongli’s arrival back home. He was out for the weekend and would be here for dinnertime.

You decided to make a meal of Bamboo Shoot Soup with Lotus Flower Crisps for dessert— Something a little fancier than usual and something you knew he liked, and for some reason, you felt nervous at the thought of him tasting your cooking this time. It was often the case you cooked for yourself and made enough for him to have some servings, but today, you wanted to make things he enjoyed in hopes of having him be pleased by the effort you put in.

Sure, he would’ve appreciated a sloppily put together Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich, but an annoying part of you couldn’t help but seek praise from your crush for a dish you put your heart into.

Soon enough, you heard the familiar jingling of keys and unlocking of the door as Zhongli stepped inside, slipping his shoes off and removing his overcoat. From the corner of your eye, you saw him pull out a small box from the inner pocket of his coat and slip it into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hi, Zhongli! Welcome home,” you greeted from the kitchen as you shut the stove off. “You came just in time for me to finish making dinner.”

Home. Was calling your shared space ‘home’ strange? It seemed oddly domestic and you felt your heartbeat pick up speed. It felt right to call it home, and that made you nervous.

“It smells delectable,” said Zhongli with a smile, rolling his sleeves up his forearms before he washed his hands in the sink. While he dried off, he watched as you scooped the contents of the pot into two bowls. “The bamboo looks perfectly cooked and the pork seems tender and succulent. It’s lovely; thank you for taking the time to cook it, Y/N.”

You felt heat flood your cheeks at his flood of praises, puffing your chest up ever so slightly. “Well, maybe you should taste it first before you shower me in compliments— What if it’s not as good as it looks?”

“Having knowledge of your culinary skills from past experiences, I believe it’s unlikely for this meal to be anything less than delicious.” He helped you carry the bowls and utensils to the dining room table, sitting down in front of you with a fond look on his face.“After all, you made it.”

Stuffing your mouth full of bamboo shoots to prevent a dopey look from spreading and inevitably outing your newfound crush on him, you mumbled a quick, “Thanks.”

He nodded, promptly settling into a comfortable silence as he enjoyed every bite of the soup. Like usual, the meal was on the quieter side, save for his occasional compliments and hums of satisfaction as he ate your cooking.

“Somehow, you manage to outdo yourself each time,” he commended as he finished his bowl, carefully folding his napkin in a neat square after dabbing it across his mouth. “Thank you for the meal and company, Y/N.”

“Of course. I always enjoy having dinner with you.”

“Maybe tomorrow, you would allow me to take you out for dinner at Xinyue Kiosk? You recently expressed an interest in having Yue cuisine so I managed to talk to the owner and secure a reservation.”

Your eyes widened. Xinyue Kiosk was known for having a waitlist that was over three-months long— Travellers from overseas waited years just to get a taste of their Fullmoon Egg and Golden Crab.

Just a few days ago, you told Zhongli you were craving some Crystal Shrimp from the restaurant and, while he wasn’t fond of seafood, he promised he’d take you to get some soon. Now, you knew he had some pretty powerful connections through his line of work, but you didn’t know it was strong enough to wiggle his way past a three-month waitlist.

Did he sell his left kidney for a spot? you wondered, only half-joking.

“Xinyue Kiosk? Tomorrow?” you repeated, wanting to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yes, tomorrow.” He hesitated, an unfamiliar flash of uncertainty crossing his features. “Unless, of course, you are unable to accompany me or do not wish to do so— I apologize if I have made any rash assumptions—”

“No, no! That’s not it at all! I’d love to go with you! I was just surprised you got a reservation on such short notice,” you said hurriedly, shaking your head. “But maybe I shouldn’t be too shocked; you are amazing after all.”

“You flatter me. I simply called in on a favor once I found out you wanted to dine on some Yue cuisine,” he brushed off nonchalantly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“The least you could do for me is take me on a fancy date to the most exclusive restaurant in Liyue Harbor, hmm?” you teased. “Is this a grand gesture of your affection towards me?”

“Yes.”

His answer was so straightforward and brief, you almost didn’t catch it. “P-pardon?”

Zhongli smiled but didn’t say a word in response.

Was he just joking around and teasing you back? Your stomach churned in excitement but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You tried to shake off your nerves.

There was a beat of silence.

“I made some Lotus Flower Crisps for us—!” “Would you care for a gift I got you—?”

The two of you blurted out your sentences at the same time, trying to patch the lapse of quiet from settling in.

“Apologies,” said Zhongli, tilting his head to the side. “What were you saying again?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! You can go first!”

He studied you closely but eventually relented. “If you’re sure.” Zhongli stood up to gingerly pull a mint-colored box out of his pocket, walking around the table until he was next to you. “I was only saying I stopped by the jewelers on the way home from work and picked this up for you.”

A silly smile spread across your face as you accepted the box into your hands. The jewelry box itself felt durable and luxe, and you opened it up to see cushions of velvet holding a delicate-looking necklace in place. The chain was gold and shiny and there was a small star pendant in the center.

“Stars are bright and brilliant and never fail to light up the darkness. Such a necklace seemed only fitting for the likes of you.”

Your stomach felt like dolphins were flipping and doing tricks inside. Comparing someone to a star didn’t seem like a ‘just roommates’ thing to do, but you’d rather not assume anything only to be let down. So instead, you just grinned. “It’s beautiful— I love it so much, Zhongli! Thank you.”

“I’m glad it’s to your liking. Do you need any assistance putting it on?”

“I’d appreciate that very much,” you said with a nod, watching as his nimble fingers removed the chain from the velvet cushion and gently draped it around you.

The cool metal brushed against your warm skin, startling you enough that you almost jumped up in your seat. But that feeling of shock didn’t compare to the sparks that came when Zhongli rested his palm against the nape of your neck, taking his time to secure the gold clasp.

“It’s 24 karat gold which means the pendant, though small, may be more malleable than jewelry made of alloyed gold. If you wish to engage in more strenuous physical activities it may be best to take it off then to keep the piece in best condition. Only if that’s to your interest, of course. It’s yours and you may do with it whatever you please.” He removed his fingers from the back of your neck and you felt disappointed at the loss of warmth. “All that to say… I hope you like it.”

Zhongli seemed to have a shy look on his face, a stark contrast from his usually confident and self-assured features. As if he didn’t look cute enough already, you internally swooned.

“Are you kidding? I love it!” You threw your arms over his shoulders, overjoyed at your new gift. A pure, 24 karat gold piece wasn’t something that sounded inexpensive, and you’d be sure to treasure it for as long as you could. “Thank you so, so much, Zhongli.”

“You’re more than welcome.” He looked happy that you were happy, smiling as he admired the delicate chain of jewelry around your neck. “It looks stunning on you.”

You glowed at his flattery, but attempted to play it off with a small shrug. “Only because you have good taste.”

“What use is good taste if not to complement the recipient of the present?” said Zhongli, taking a seat back down on the chair across from you. “Now, what were you saying earlier?”

There was a moment of confusion before you remembered the dessert you made for him cooling on the counter.

“Oh, right!” You stood up in excitement, bouncing over to the kitchen to pull out a tray of Lotus Flower Crisps. “I made these for you,” you said nervously, placing the sweets in the center of the dining table. “It’s probably not as good of a gift as the necklace you got but—”

“It’s better,” he said with certainty.

You blinked. “Better?”

“Yes. After all, you made it.” His voice was confident and his smile was firm as he looked fondly at you. “A gift that requires time and effort to create is the best one a person could receive.” He admired the blooming fried pastry, gently touching the part that was meant to resemble a petal. “Maybe I can make you a gift instead of buying it one day as well.”

“I’d appreciate anything from you,” you said plainly. “If you came home with a half-off candybar, I’d love it nonetheless.”

Zhongli chuckled, taking a bite of a Lotus Flower Crisp. “You’re very generous. That’s just one thing I like about you.”

You grew bashful. Just one? Then what were the other things?

“This tastes absolutely delicious, by the way,” he said, the last piece of his pastry disappearing between his lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out to sweep a loose crumb off the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for making this, Y/N.”

Forcibly tearing your gaze away from his lips, you took a drink of water to clear your dry throat. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you think so. I was worried the taste wouldn’t be to your liking.”

“No need to worry then, I trust in your culinary skills completely.”

You shared a smile as you ate the pastry in contentment. The sweet crispness of the pink flower felt light in your stomach, the perfect dessert to complement the mood.

Once the two of you were stuffed full, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your conversation at the beginning of the night.

“So…” you trailed off, promptly gathering Zhongli’s full attention. “Earlier, when I asked if dinner at Xinyue Kiosk would be a date and a way for you to show your affection and you said yes… You weren’t joking around?”

“I wouldn’t jest about such a thing,” he stated. “Besides, I was talking to Aether about you and he said we were practically dating already. I wasn’t too sure what he meant at first, but apparently it’s not commonplace for roommates to give each other gifts and spend meals together like this.”

You flushed, having the decency to look sheepish. “Well, I guess he’s right about that. Not that it really matters what’s common or not as long as we both enjoy it,” you said assuredly despite your fluttering heart. You found your hand gravitating towards the small star pendant around your neck. You held it between your thumb and forefinger, finding both comfort and courage in the smooth metal. “Still… I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of dating.”

He smiled when he noticed you holding onto the gift he got for you. “I agree. With you as a partner, the prospect of dating doesn’t sound particularly tedious. Perhaps a nice dinner out would be a good starting point into something more… Official, I believe is the word Aether used?”

Official. You quite liked the sound of that. “I’d love that. A real, official date sounds nice,” you said with a grin, removing your hands from your necklace only to place it over his, clasping them gently. “Anything to spend more time with you.”

Zhongli gave you a gentle squeeze back. “It’s a date then. And I’m rather looking forward to it.”

Fondly, you wondered how your roommate who you once could barely even stand turned into someone so important to you. You went from two objects repelling each other in space, to a binary star system, gravitational bound together.

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years ago

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Mother’s Day Drabbles

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader, EZ Reyes x Black!Reader, Obispo Losa x Black!Reader

Summary: Four drabbles with my four favorite men from Mayans MC commemorating Mother’s Day with their loves.

Warning(s): Grief, loss of a child in the last drabble (sorry to my bishop girls) but the other ones are all fluffy goodness

Word count: 1,545

AN: It’s almost Father’s Day so y’know what sounds good? Reading some EXTREMELY late Mother’s Day drabbles!! lol. I haven’t posted anything in so long and these were in the drafts so here we are. Enjoy these random ideas that popped into my head. Trying to force myself to get into shorter form writing like drabbles and headcanons. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading! xo

Breakfast in bed - Angel (fluff)

“Daddy shhh! You gots ta be quiet.”

“Lo siento princesa.”

You fought to keep your eyes shut and not smile as they tried and failed at surprising you. You wouldn’t ruin their efforts so you just listened as they came into the bedroom and something was set on your nightstand.

It was silent for a moment before a ball of energy landed firmly on top of you, knocking the wind out of you and fully waking you up.

“Good morning mommy. I made you breakfast in bed.” Your beautiful little girl told you once she saw your eyes open.

A throat cleared and your eyes connected with your husband’s.

“Oh, Daddy helped too.” She added, getting comfortable in your lap as you sat up against your headboard and adjusted the bonnet on your head.

“Oh he did? Well thanks for helping Daddy.” You teased, as he took a seat on the bed next to you.

“Anything for you. Happy Mother’s Day.” Angel leaned in and kissed you on the lips once, twice, three times. The last peck lingered a little too long and the princess was not amused.

“Let her eat! The food is gonna get cold.” She grumbled, and you broke down in giggles. That daughter of yours was a sass machine and she stayed on her daddy’s head. He loved every bit of it.

“Okay, okay.” He relented, a grin on his face. Anything for his girls.

Coming home to a spotless clean house - Miguel (fluff)

As your driver pulled into the driveway of your large home, she sighed knowing your day had only just become. After a full day of work, she knew as soon as you stepped foot in the house you would need to pick up after the kids from their time running the nanny ragged. Then, you’d have to get dinner cooked before wrangling the kids to eat, bathe, and then sleep. No clue if you’d see your husband or if he was having a late night.

You loved your life. You loved your family. Sometimes things could just be a little tiring. But you put that smile on your face and you made your way into the house.

The quiet was the first thing to hit and surprise you. Your home was never this quiet at this time of day. You slowly walked further into the house, your nose guiding you to the kitchen where a delicious aroma caught your attention. As you rounded the corner, you were shocked to see your husband standing at the stove.

“Miguel?” You asked, confused at his presence and the state of the house. Everything was clean and put away. He was at home at a decent time and not off somewhere handling business. Something was going on.

“Hello mi amor.” He walked closer to you before grabbing your face and kissing your lips. You’d missed him today so you added a little pressure to the kiss, but it didn’t last long as there was a burning question on your mind.

“What’s going on? Where are the kids?” You asked, head swiveling, as soon as you ended the kiss, to see if you could spot them. You didn’t even notice Miguel maneuvering you onto one of the kitchen stools.

“The kids are in their rooms, dinner is cooking, the house is clean and you are going to enjoy this chardonnay I bought for you.” He handed you a glass and you took it without complaint. A sweet smile spread across your lips as you realized he did all of this for you.

“You do so many wonderful things for this family. I want you to enjoy your night to yourself. I will handle putting the children to bed and you will relax for the night. Your dinner should be done by the time I get back downstairs but in the meantime, I know you’ve been wanting to catch up on the new season of A Black Lady Sketch Show. It’s queued up in the living room.”

A kid wrangling free night? Your favorite tv show and wine? He already bought you everything you could ask for but this? This is so much better than any present he could have come up with. “How did I get so lucky?” You pondered, a dreamy smile on your face.

“I ask myself the same question every day. Happy Mother’s Day.” He replied, kissing you again before going to fulfill his promise.

Spa day for expectant mom - EZ (fluff)

Knowing what comes with being pregnant and actually experiencing the symptoms are two very different things. You don’t wanna say you underestimated things, but you were in the middle of your third trimester and you weren’t handling things very well.

“EZ!! EZEKIEL!” You hollered for him, from where you sat propped up on the couch. Your back was killing you, you couldn’t see your feet but you knew they were a hot mess, and you just generally felt uncomfortable. You knew it would all be worth it in the end, but the end was taking too damn long to get here.

Your boyfriend had been incredibly understanding of your constant mood swings. When you first told him you were pregnant, he went out and bought a bunch of pregnancy books. He was always reading one that first trimester. Angel would tease him and say he could just google everything, but EZ had always preferred having physical copies of text. He wanted to know everything you’d go through so he could help you deal with it.

You call him now and he doesn’t respond. You grow annoyed, but also slightly concerned because he never doesn’t answer you.

It took several tries but you manage to get yourself off the couch and head back towards your bedroom. When you push the door open, a wide smile breaks out on your face. The lights in the room were dimmed and your favorite candles were lit, bathing the room in a soothing scent. Songs from your ‘self care day’ playlist filled the otherwise silent air. On the bed was the biggest, fluffiest robe you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a basket filled with goodies including face masks, different color nail polish, massage oil, and your favorite snacks.

“What is all of this?” You asked your boyfriend who had almost as big a smile on his face as you did.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d just let your first Mother's Day go by with no acknowledgment, did you?”

You blinked somewhat in surprise. “I...I mean yeah I guess. My first Mother’s Day is next year. Baby Reyes isn’t even here yet.”

“So? You’re carrying our child. You gonna let me spoil you or you gonna keep making excuses why I can’t?” He asked, his eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face.

“Spoil away then.” You grinned, holding out a hand for him to take before pampering you for the rest of the night.

Cuddles - Bishop (angst, heed the tw up top please)

The ray from the television was the only light source illuminating the living room. You were laying on your side on the couch, eyes on the tv but not truly paying attention to it. The light from the tv reflected off the tear stains left in her cheeks.

Bishop came back from dealing with club stuff and leaned on the doorway just watching you. He knew it was a rough day for you. Everyday was hard, but today was especially hurtful. He’d be feeling the same way just next month.

He placed his kutte onto the armchair and slipped off his shoes before climbing over you. You jumped a little at his presence but he just gently nudged you up so he could squeeze between you and the back of the couch.

One arm slid under your head and the other rested on your waist as he settled in. The hand on your waist reached out and gently ran a thumb over the little face in the picture frame you held tightly in your hands.

“Our sweet boy.” He whispered, a sad smile on his face.

Your breath hitched and your shoulders began to shake as you silently cried. You missed him so much. The whole day you stayed inside hoping to avoid all the mother celebrations, but that didn’t help. The hurt ran deep and no amount of avoidance could stop it. This day was a special slap in the face and every year the last three years have been spent like this.

Bishop curled the arm under your head until his elbow laid on your clavicle. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“You’ll always be his mother. That love is forever.” He softly but firmly stated before pecking your shoulder over and over.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in at the feel of him squeezing you tightly. It was comforting. He was always holding you together. He understood your pain and even though it hurt worse some days than others, you knew you had to continue on.

But for right now, you would cry in your man’s arms and hope next year went better.

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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please can i have 9 from the nsfw prompts with pale please;)

2.2k, NSFW (rough sex at the dinner table, naked woman clothed man spanking, PIV, fingering, dirty talk)

The first time you sigh, Pale doesn’t think anything of it. You sighed sometimes, for lots of different reasons. Not everything had to fuckin’ mean something. It was a lovely evening, Pale was home early from work, you had the day off so he gave you some money so you could pamper yourself from head to toe, he cooked up a big delicious dinner -- if he says so himself, which he does -- and he even turned on the stereo set to play some soft music while you both ate.

The second time you sigh, Pale debates bringing it up. But then he figures nah, you’re the type of woman that says what’s on her mind. You don’t dilly dally around your opinions like some of these other broads do, trying to get their men to guess at what’s botherin’ them. No, that isn’t your style, not usually anyway.

“Alright,” He levels you a look, setting his fork down on the third time that you sigh, eventually giving into the bait and asking, “What’s the fuckin’ matter with you?”

Your eyes widen at the sharpness of his voice, and it’s then that Pale realizes maybe you didn’t know you were makin’ all them huffing puffing sounds as you pushed your dinner around your plate.

“Nothin’!” You frown, shruggin’ with one of your shoulders in that way of yours that meant something was definitely wrong. “Nothin’s the matter. It’s just...”

“Just what, c’mon, spit it out sweetheart you know I can handle it whatever it is.” Pale steels himself for something disastrous, holds his breath.

“You didn’t fuck me this morning.” You announce, sounding halfway between sad and annoyed, and if Pale had been chewing anything, he’d be choking.

“What?” He stares at you with a frown, and you shrug again, waving your hand around, sounding too much like your feelings are hurt when you explain;

“This morning. You left, without wakin’ me up, you know. Without givin’ me a good morning.”

Pale wracks his brain, because that didn’t sound right. That didn’t sound like Pale, not fuckin’ you or at the very least makin’ out with your cunt before he had to go to work. But then, oh right, he remembers that he had to leave too early, and wanted to be sweet to you for once, wanted to let you get your rest. Especially because,

“The last time I woke you up on your day off, you threatened to scratch my eyes out with your nails.” He reminds you, pointing the fork in your direction, belatedly noticing, “Which look real good by the way, I like that color.”

“Thank you I got them done before lunch, I thought I’d try somethin’ new out.” You brighten up for a moment, holding your hand out properly for him to take a good look at, before sighing again, “But you didn’t fuck me, and I’ve been thinkin’ about it all day.”

Raising your brows at him from across the table, he catches the desperation in your voice. That was the edge he had heard: you were hungry, but not for dinner.

“Oh, I see.” He pushes himself back from the table then, real slow-like.

It’s an invitation, one that you take immediately. Standing up from your chair, your hand trails along the table-cloth as you round the corner and settle yourself between his spread legs. From here, Pale can appreciate the tight, short dress you’ve got on, the gold chain around your throat, the diamonds in your ears. You look like a million’ fuckin’ bucks, and he’s hard in his pleated trousers because you’re all his.

“Do you?” You whisper, your voice gone all sultry as you bite at your lip. “Do you really? Because it’s real mean to make a girl wait all day long, especially when she looks like this.”

Tantalizingly slowly, you reach behind yourself and grasp at the little zipper that holds your dress up, tugging it down down down, the dress loosenin’ around your body and fallin’ to the floor as it goes.

“Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?” Pale’s gaze immediately goes to your breasts, his hands rushin’ up to give them a firm squeeze, thumbs rubbin’ circles over your nipples as they stiffen against the cool night air, “Is that it?”

“I’m not askin’.” Your eyes glint.

With one quick movement, Pale’s surging up to kiss you, hot and heavy right on your mouth, messing up your pretty lipstick, smudging and smearing it all around. And then as quickly as he’s there, he’s pulling away, turning you around and bending you over the table at a nice clean spot that doesn’t have any dishes, kickin’ your feet apart.

He doesn’t waste time shoving one of his hands between your legs, because of course you ain’t wearin’ any panties, of course not -- why would you when it’s just the two of you here in his apartment?

“Christ look at how wet you are baby, been wet for me all fuckin’ day huh? Did you touch yourself and think of me? Think of how I can do it so much better for you?” He drapes his body over you, relishes in the way your ass is already pressing against the hard line of his cock in his trousers.

Pushing his pointer and middle finger all the way up into your pussy, it’s all you can do to gasp out a moan and clutch at the tablecloth. He wishes he could watch the way his fingers disappear into you, but he’s glued to your back and biting sucking licking at your exposed shoulder, drinking in the sound of your moans and that’s good enough for now.

“Yes!” You push your hips back back back against his hand, grinding down as they crook and curl up inside you, searching for that special spot that has stars dancing behind your eyelids, “Fuck I love your fingers, you make me feel so good Pale.”

“My little slut can’t go one day without somethin’ up her cunt, ain’t that right. I’m sorry sweetheart, I shoulda known better, shoulda given you somethin’ to hold you over ‘til I came back. But I’m here now, I’ll take care of this pussy just the way you need.” With his other hand, Pale fumbles around with his belt buckle, wrenching it open so that he can yank down his zipper and fish out his cock.

“Please! It’s no fun comin’ when you ain’t here.” You moan as he slips in his ring finger too, the stretch of all three making your knees turn in, your thighs shake.

“That’s what I like to hear baby, spread your fuckin’ legs for me.” Pale grunts, and you do as he says, knowing you’ll get the best fucking of your life for it -- because that’s what every time you have sex with Pale feels like.

Barely the tip is in before you’re already having to take deep breaths, having to steady yourself and open up your hips, because of how fucking huge his cock is. You’d been together for damn near two years, and it still always came as a surprise. He rubs the head of his cock through your soaked folds, and even though he fingered you open, it’s still an effort to thrust himself in, his cock so big that if you didn’t know you could take it, you might panic.

“Shit you’re tight, damn, relax for me, one day without my dick ain’t an eternity, your pussy remembers, just relax.” He’s right there, draped over your back again, his mouth right on your ear as he coaxes you and soothes you, and he’s right, even though it doesn’t feel like it.

“It feels like an eternity! Oh fuck, yes Pale, keep goin’ please, please I want more.” You moan when your body listens, when you let your hips widen, your legs spreading even further, thighs already shaking and toes already curling as he manages to push in deep deep deep -- bottoming out with only a few more thrusts.

And then, once it’s in, Pale’s pulling out -- thrusting back into you so hard that the sound of your moan is swallowed by the scrape of the table against the floor, as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has you holding on for dear life, your mouth dropped open from pleasure.

“Got you trained for my cock don’t I? Ruined you for everythin’ else, just my girl. Goddamn you’re beautiful. You know I don’t get to see your back all that fuckin’ often?” With his fingers pulled out of your pussy, Pale keeps one hand on your hip to steady you, and slaps your ass hard with the other one, the sound of sweaty skin smacking together going straight to his cock.

“Yeah ‘cause I’m always layin’ on it.” You laugh brightly, the tail end of it dissolving into a throaty moan that has Pale sweating in his fuckin’ dress shirt, has him biting down against your shoulder, marking you up.

“When’s the last time I told you you’re perfect?” He grunts as he thrusts into you hard hard hard, fast and steady, his cock pulling out and then slamming right back in, slapping your ass again so hard that you’re keening, that you’re shouting out his name.

“Pale! Tell me again anyway -- oh! Oh right there, fuck, oh my god!” Your shoulders jolt and shiver, because he’s found the spot his fingers had missed, and he’s got to press you back down onto the table when you try and snap up from the surprise of it.

“That’s it baby feel how deep I am inside of you, I’ll treat you right, make you come so hard.” Pale pets back your hair as he grinds his cock into your pussy, his dick hard and throbbing inside the tight clutch of your velvety walls.

You’re getting fucked so hard that your feet are barely on the floor anymore, legs kicking up from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so full.

“Yes!” You moan, clenching and squeezing around him, wanting to give as good as you get, “Yesyesyes, more Pale, harder I can take it.”

“That’s fuckin’ right you can, my best girl, fuck, fuck you’re so good on my cock, I could live here, right inside this pretty pussy that’s all for me, feelin’ you come again and again. You want that? Want to be my little cockwarmin’ slut forever?” He grunts, punctuating his sentences with slaps to your ass, licking up your cheeks where tears have spilled over, your chest heaving against the table, begging for more.

“Yes!” You keep pushing back against him, chasing the feeling, hot pleasure coiling up inside your stomach, rising on the edge of tipping over, you’re so close, just a little more, that’s all you’ll need -- and Pale knows it.

“Gonna come all over me?” He asks, but it’s more of a plea, and he kisses at your throat as he fucks you through your tears.

“Y-yes!” Your body is pinching up then, and you’re hiccuping around a moan, and your pussy throbs and pulses around him as you shout, “Oh fuckfuckfuck -- !”

“Attagirl.” Pale doesn’t let up even as you come, even as the slick drips down your thighs, soaks into his trousers. The hand that’s resting on your hip reaches around and toys with your swollen clit, making you whine out his name, “That’s okay baby keep sayin’ my name, let the neighbors know who’s treatin’ you right.”

“Pale...! Pale oh -- oh I’m --!” You shudder again, whole body goin’ through it, as pleasure crashes through you hard, hard enough to pull Pale over the edge too, and he presses you against the table a little more forcefully under the weight of his own body going limp on top of you.

After a moment, when you’ve both had the chance to catch your breath, he blindly reaches behind him until his hand manages to grasp his chair, and then he’s sitting back down onto it, taking you with him.

You look like a fucking mess, completely glassy-eyed and smiling like the cat that got the damn cream, and Pale doesn’t want you anywhere or anyway else all night, saying as much, “You better just sit here for the rest of the night.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, love drunk in the best way, your bones like jello.

“Yeah, it’s safer here.” He kisses your cheek, wishes he had a cigarette to light up. He could go get one from his jacket pocket, but then he’d have to get up, and there’s no fucking way he’s doing that.

“Okay. But my dinner’s over there.” You protest, settling firmly on his cock that’s still hard, still pumping you full of his load.

“Yeah well, shoulda fuckin’ thought about that before you decided to go and be a brat.” Pale sighs, making you lightly swat at his chest. “Alright alright alright, you can have some of mine.”

Brightening up at that, you reach for his fork that had gotten all jostled in the meanwhile, and reach out to pluck something off his plate, being nice enough to let him have the first bite, before eating the rest.

“And then when we’re done eatin’, I’ll fuck you again. Ya know, for good measure.” Pale licks across his teeth, making you grin, because as far as you’re concerned, he’s got a whole day to make up for.

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Tagging some Pale loving friends!

#adam driver fanfic #adcu #pale burn this #burn this broadway #adam driver burn this #pale smut #pale imagine #jimmy pale #my writing

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ladykissingfish · 3 years ago

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A Date with an Angel // Part Three // Sasori and Itachi

Sasori

“Do you like this place? It’s really colorful, isn’t it?” “It’s alright.” “These nachos are delicious. Do you want some?” “No thanks, the cheese would upset my stomach. I’m mildly lactose intolerant.” Konan just sighs to herself and picks her drink back up, slowly sipping as she tries to think of a good topic for conversation. Earlier, when the redheaded house member Sasori had invited her to spend an evening with him, her surprise had been greater than with any of the others so far. When she’d first been introduced to the household back when she moved in, she’d taken one look at Sasori and had been shocked; later on she sat in Nagato’s room and demanded to know why he was employing children to do the type of work that they did. “Children?”, he’d responded, shaking his head. “Sasori is no child; he’s 35 years old. He’s older than me and you, even.” 35?? With his short stature, smooth, unlined face and vibrantly colored hair ... it was simply unbelievable. The more she got to know him, however, the more she realized that he was indeed very mature; maybe too mature. He never smiled, never laughed, and made even less conversation than Kakuzu did. Whenever Konan made meals, he never joined any of the others at the table. “Don’t worry; it don’t have anything to do with you or your cooking,” Deidara had told her one night when she questioned it. “The guy just never eats. Hardly sleeps, either. It’s like he’s not human or something.” Considering his quiet, serious personality, his choice of venue to take Konan to tonight was entirely odd. “A comedy club?”, she’d asked, as he guided her through the doors. “Mm. They’re amateurs but really quite good. I’m sure you’ll laugh a lot.” And laugh Konan did — but not Sasori. His facial expression didn’t change once all evening, and he didn’t so much as crack a smile through even the most hilarious of acts. Now it was the interlude between sets, and Konan was trying to find something, anything to make conversation about. Before she can, the next guy comes on. It’s a man with a small dummy that he sits on his knee, that “tells” the jokes for him. Konan happens to glance at Sasori and is startled; for once, he seems interested. His eyes stay fixated on the little wooden toy throughout the man’s set, and when he’s done, it’s the first time that Sasodi cracks any kind of a smile. “Are you a fan of ventriloquism?” Sasori turns towards her, and unleashes more words than she’s heard him say in the entire time of living at the house. Sasori is gesturing, he’s vivid and animated as he explains the process of creating dummies and puppets, and the finer points of ventriloquism. “I didn’t know this was a hobby of yours.” He raises an eyebrow, and tells her it goes far beyond a hobby. The show is over so he takes her back home, and brings her straight to his room (which she’s never seen the inside of before). She gives a little gasp upon entering; Sasori’s shelves are filled to the rafters with various wooden constructs, some unfinished, some painted, some clothes, some with hair and jewelry and —

Konan goes to pick up a smaller one laying on a bench, gently turning it this way and that. “This is so realistic,” she says, softly. “I wish I had the patience for creating art like this.” “What do you mean? Your art is amazing as well.” She blinks when he says that; surely he’s not referring to — “I’ve been in awe of your origami for quite some time. The things you create are very beautiful. I’d love it if you could teach me your technique sometime.” Konan blushes; nobody except Yahiko had ever complimented her origami hobby before. She sees a piece of paper laying on his desk, and begins slowly folding and teaching him how to make a basic flower. After observing and asking questions, he’s able to replicate the simple lotus. She then asks him if he could walk her through the process for creating one of his pieces, which he does, from sanding to sculpting to painting. “Things like this are better than humans,” he tells her, quietly, at one point. “These you can create, and you can control. But you never really know what a person is thinking, or feeling, or what they’re going to do next.” At the end of it, Konan glances up at the clock on his wall and gasps: 1am?! Where had the time gone?? She gets up and thanks Sasori for (what turned out to be) a lovely evening. He hesitates, then takes her hand and gives it a light kiss. “You are welcome to come back any time you wish,” he says, as he walks her to his door. “I’m a night owl so if I’m not out on a job, I’ll be awake and working.” She nods, smiles, then returns to her own room. Before she falls asleep she thinks of another flower to teach him: the campanula. These bright blossoms offer beauty, and intricacy ... and are a symbol of new friendships.

Itachi

“Oh my Goddd.” “What’s wrong, Konan?” “Nothing; it’s just, I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while. Itachi smiled and took a sip of his lemonade, before answering, in his quiet way, “Me, too.” When Konan had been approached by the dark-haired Itachi earlier in the day and asked if she wished to spend some time with him that afternoon, she’d been excited. Itachi was somebody that mostly kept to himself within the house; always quiet, very soft-spoken but when he DID speak he always said the most profound things Konan had ever heard. He was one of the most calm and mature members of Nagato’s team, an Konan’s shock upon discovering that he was only 21 years old was immense. One night she went into the kitchen to cook everyone a meal, and was pleasantly surprised to find Itachi there ahead of her, doing prep-work for the dish she had said she was going to make. From then on, the two developed a slow, lovely friendship, punctuated mostly by them cooking together and occasionally watching a movie in the living room. Today however was the very first time she went anywhere with him in public, and she was nearly flabbergasted when they pulled up to a well-known luxury spa. “This — Itachi this kinda stuff is expensive. I can’t let you —“ but he just waved her off, took her inside, and told the lady behind the desk that they both wanted “the works”. A slow, soothing full-body massage, manicures and pedicures, eye and hair treatment, mud masks, as many desserts as they wanted (Itachi especially seemed to have a thing for the sweet dumplings), and now, a hot tub. “I wouldn’t have thought a guy would be into stuff like this,” Konan commented, reaching for her sweet tea. “Man or woman, everyone needs the chance to relax, don’t they?” Konan nods, and then says “Well I’m sure that all of you that work for Nagato do. But me? What am I doing that I deserve something like this? MY job isn’t nearly as stressful, and —“ “You take care of all of us. You’re there for us. That may sound simplistic, but that’s no small feat, my dear.” The two are quiet for a while, listening to the relaxing nature-esque background music of the spa, before Itachi says, quietly, “If — if you ever feel like talking about HIM, you can talk to me. I don’t know if you’re ready but I want you to know I’ve experienced loss, too.” Konan closes her eyes; while she appreciates Itachi’s kindness, she’s NOT ready to talk about Yahiko. So she asks instead, “You lost someone close to you?” He nods, faces her, and tells her the story about losing his parents in a car accident when he was 12. His voice wavers when he tells her that they were coming home from a parent-teacher conference for HIM, and how, for the longest time, he blamed himself for their deaths. “Me and my younger brother Sasuke were taken in by my older cousin Shisui,” he explained, now smiling. “Nice guy but definitely not father material. I guess it’s just the Uchiha curse; you lose someone and have to go to someone else. It happened to me, to Obito —“ Konan stops him, and is REALLY surprised to learn that Itachi and Obito are distant cousins. “But anyway, I just want you to know I get it. If the day ever comes when you want to talk, I can be there for you.” She scoots over in the water and hugs him; she blushes when she realizes her towel has slipped, and for a brief few moments their bare chests are touching. “S-sorry about that,” she says, backing away and covering up. “Don’t worry about it,” he replies; but he’s blushing quite hard as well. The drive home is quiet, each feeling comfortably invigorated and relaxed. When they get to the front door, Konan leans up and kisses Itachi’s cheek, thanking him for a lovely day. He tells her that she made the day even lovelier. They go inside and all of the boys make it a point to go up to Konan and tell her how great she looks after her day of pampering, which she appreciates. She goes into the kitchen to start dinner, and once again finds Itachi there ahead of her. She smiles and ties on her apron, and the two create another delicious meal together.

#the akatsuki #a date with an angel #konan akatsuki #konan #first date #sasori #itachi uchiha #itakona #sasokona

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yan-twst · 5 years ago

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♡masterlist II♡

-> apparently there is a 100 link limit on tumblr posts, and i hit that on my past masterlist! so this will be the second page for it to continue ^^ masterlist I can be found here: [x]

✧individual characters✧

ruggie with a darling who grew up in poverty

ruggie cuddling with his darling

floyd + RSA basketball team darling

floyd + cuddling after a bad day

leona having dinner with his family when cheka brings up his darling

cheka asking leona why he hasn’t married his darling

leona with a darling who likes meat as much as he does

malleus with a darling who owns a tamagotchi

malleus with a part-dragon darling

malleus celebrating his darling’s birthday

sebek with an affectionate darling

sebek + breakfast in bed

azul taking his darling to a school reunion

ace and his darling’s first date

epel with a supportive darling

ortho hyping idia to propose to his darling

lilia general relationship headcanons

deuce accidentally slipping into delinquent mode in front of his darling

floyd with a darling who cooks

lilia with a busty darling

✧various characters✧

beast tamer darling (lilia, floyd)

characters with a darling who treats their wounds (jade, floyd, jack, ruggie)

characters with a darling who clings to them when scared (floyd, jade, malleus, lilia)

characters with a darling who's scared of bugs (leona, malleus, floyd, jade)

characters with a darling who falls off their broom (floyd, jade, malleus, jamil, lilia)

characters with a little sibling who attends nrc with them (malleus, leona, azul, jade, floyd)

characters with a darling who’s decided to stay in twisted wonderland (malleus, ace, floyd)

characters with a darling who shrunk due to magic (malleus, riddle, floyd)

characters with a darling who uses a wheelchair (jamil, jade, trey, deuce, jack, idia)

going to the waterpark! (ace, deuce, grim)

characters when their darling proposes to them (jade, floyd, jamil, lilia)

playing mousetrap (cheka, ortho)

characters when their darling is late to their date (jade, floyd, jamil, vil, riddle)

characters with a fae darling whose wings were cut off in the past (sebek, malleus, azul)

characters with a darling who doesn’t talk because they dislike their voice (jamil, kalim, jade, floyd, malleus)

characters with a darling with terrible luck (vil, riddle, malleus, azul, jamil)

characters with a darling who teases them for being serious (deuce, riddle, malleus)

characters taking care of their sick darling (ace, trey, leona, lilia)

characters when grim turns into a human and hangs around their crush (azul, jade, floyd, ace, deuce)

short characters waking up one foot taller than they used to be (riddle, epel, lilia)

characters when rook follows their younger sibling around (leona, malleus, azul, jade, floyd)

✧dorm leaders✧

dorm leaders with a touch starved darling

dorm leaders + a laid back darling who likes to prank others

dorm leaders + their darling having an anime waifu / husbando

dorm leaders + their darling stressing over their future in twisted wonderland

dorm leaders + finding out their crush is a lesbian

dorm leaders + a darling who has to return home because they’re the family’s breadwinner

dorm leaders + an usually cold and inexpressive darling smiling at them

dorm leaders + fragile and soft reader (platonic headcanons)

✧first years✧

first years + their darling using their clothes

first years + their darling sending them anonymous gifts

first years + receiving friendship bracelets

first years + a crush who can change their appearance at will

first years + sleepover at ramshackle

first years + lesbian MC

first years + their darling dealing with a human grim

✧dorms✧

heatslabyul + insecure darling

heartslabyul + a vampire darling who needs blood

heartslabyul + a darling who eats the “eat me” cake or drinks the “drink me” potion

scarabia & diasomnia + darling who covers their eyes because they change colours with their feelings

heartslabyul + temperature soulmate AU

diasomnia + a darling who uses pet names

octavinelle + bartender darling

octavinelle + a darling who can sing to heal

scarabia & pomefiore + a darling who is immune to poison

octavinelle + sushi chef darling

savanaclaw + a darling who likes to pet their tails to relieve anxiety

✦yandere individual characters✦

yan!malleus with a selkie darling who willingly gives him their pelt

yan!malleus (and non-yan malleus) with a winged fae darling

yan!malleus who turns into a small animal and his darling has to care for him

yan!leona with a darling who acts caring for cheka

yan!epel headcanons

yan!kalim with a darling who puts up with being locked up

yan!trey general headcanons

yan!cater yandere alphabet A, E, J, K, N, T, U

yan!kalim with a gold digger darling

yan!idia marriage scenario

yan!azul with a darling who was bullied

yan!leona with a darling who doesn’t care he’s possessive

yan!leona with a tiger beastman darling

yan!lilia with a reincarnating darling

yan!malleus with a darling with a bad home life

yan!trey getting jealous of his darling paying attention to idia

yan!azul (and also regular azul) being pampered by his darling

yan!jamil with a darling who faints due to iron deficiency

yan!vampire vil scenario

yan!rook general headcanons

yan!azul with a darling who refuses to give him attention

malleus + yan alphabet (a, e, k, l, v, y)

✦yandere prompt stories✦

yan!azul with yandere prompt 3: “in the end... you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?”

yan!kalim with yandere prompt 4: “i’m sorry for stealing your personal belongings... now that you’re here forever, i can return them!

yan!leona with yandere prompt 5: “you have no idea... the things i’ve done while thinking of you, darling...”

yan!azul with yandere prompt 7: “it’s cute how you think you have a choice!”

yan!azul with yandere prompt 9: “if you think of leaving, i’ll make death seem like a blessing to you.”

yan!rook with yandere prompt 10: “aah, forgive me for what i must do... i just can’t live on without you...!”

yan!jamil with yandere prompt 11: “feeling dizzy? well, it’s too late to realize: you already ingested what i slipped in your drink.”

yan!lilia with yandere prompt 12: “sure, i’ll let you run away. but if i catch you... then it’s fair game for me to do what i want.”]

yan!malleus with yandere prompt prompt 18: “i tried my best to be a normal lover… but it simply won’t work. you understand, right?”

yan!kalim with yandere prompt 19: “the outside is so dangerous, don’t you see? if i wasn’t here to protect you, who knows what would happen to you...”

yan!malleus with yandere prompt 22: “you’re so sweet... i’m addicted to your presence.”

yan!trey with yandere prompt 23: “i don’t care if it’s the drugs making you speak; say you love me, again.”

yan!riddle with yandere prompt 24: “don’t look at me like that... you know i do everything i do because i love you.”

yan!leona with yandere prompt 25:“those bruises... did i do that...?”

yan!jamil with yandere prompt 28: “don’t you get it? i’m in charge here- you’re basically a glorified servant.”

yan!sebek with yandere prompt 31:“i ordered you to stay quiet. stop crying.”

yan!malleus with yandere prompt 33: “i didn’t mean to- no, god, i love you so much…! how could i have done this?”

yan!azul with yandere prompt 34: “that’s right, just accept me... you’ll be so happy with me...”

yan!malleus with yandere prompt 35: “i wish i could love you the normal way.”

yan!lilia with yandere prompt 36: "your fear is so delicious to me"

yan!malleus with yandere prompt 37: "you look beautiful when you sleep... i'd know- i watched you, after all"

yan!riddle with yandere prompt 39: "don't you dare think of anyone other than me"

yan!vil with yandere prompt 40: "i wish i didn't need to make you drink love potions for you to act caring, darling"

yan!sebek with yandere prompt 42: "this is your last warning. either you're obedient, or i'll make you obedient"

yan!silver with yandere prompt 43: "all i ever asked was for you to love me back... are you so selfish you won't even give me that?"

yan!azul with yandere prompt 47: "did you think you could escape me...? don't you know we're meant for each other? you're destined to return to me"

yan!epel with yandere prompt 48: "i never claimed to be a good person. if you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have made me fall in love with you"

yan!jamil with yandere prompt 66: “i like having power over you, don’t you get it? there’s no way to get out of this.”

yan!rook with yandere prompt 112: “i’ve been watching you for a while. i know your routine, your habits; i fell in love with how you act when you think nobody is looking.”

yan!ace with yandere prompt 117: “ah, it’s ok to be angry at me… kick me, yell at me…! i don’t care what you do, just being near you is heaven!”

yan!deuce with yandere prompt 118: “i’d do anything for you. and i mean it; the law means nothing if it’s something you ask of me.”

yan!jade with yandere prompt 119: “ah… you punched me- that’s ok, too. i hope it bruises; i want a mark to remind me your lovely hands were on my skin.”

✦yandere various characters✦

yan!characters reading their darling's diary and finding their secret (riddle, azul, leona, jamil, malleus)

yan!characters with a darling who has difficulty sleeping (leona, azul, floyd, jade)

yan!characters when someone is getting too close to their darling (leona, jamil, vil)

yan!characters when a secret admirer sends their darling a gift (riddle, ruggie, azul, kalim, epel, malleus)

yan!characters when their darling jokes they love someone else (leona, azul, idia, malleus, jade, floyd)

yan!characters with a darling who collects venomous snakes (azul, malleus, vil)

yan!characters when their darling escapes back to their world (azul, floyd, rook)

yan!characters with a darling who likes to go to parties (malleus, leona, vil)

yan!characters with a winged darling (lilia, azul, malleus)

yan!characters with a darling who wants to love them back (ruggie, trey, kalim)

yan!malleus falling for lilia’s spouse / yan!lilia falling for malleus’ spouse

yan!characters bullying their darling to get their attention (ace, floyd)

✦yandere dorm leaders / vice dorm leaders✦

yan!dorm leaders when another yan!dorm leader’s darling comes to them for refuge

yan!dorm leaders with a darling who refuses to eat any food they didn’t cook

yan!dorm leaders celebrating their darling’s birthday post-capture

yan!dorm leaders when their darling begs for them to kill them

yan!dorm leaders when their darling asks them to kill someone

yan!dorm leaders celebrating their darling’s birthday

yan!dorm leaders with a darling who they can’t wake up with a true love’s kiss

yan!vice dorm leaders general relationship headcanons (includes nsfw for 18+ characters)

✦yandere first years✦

yan!first years seeing their darling have their first kiss with someone else

✦yandere dorms✦

yan!savanaclaw working together to catch a sneaky darling

yan!octavinelle with a darling who can overpower the tweels

yan!scarabia + yan!savanaclaw with a darling who has a nightmare of them leaving

yan!pomefiore + yan!savanaclaw with a stockholm syndrome darling

yan!scarabia + yan!octavinelle with a genie darling

pomefiore yan alphabet (a, c, n, o)

♡nsfw stuff♡

[NSFW] idia + darling in thigh-highs

[NSFW] yan!trey + male darling

[NSFW] cater + blushy darling

[NSFW] lilia + breeding kink

#masterlist

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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love take it slow, would you be willing to write something about you telling harry that you want him to meet your kid? and maybe the night ends with some smut🥺👀

a/n: this has been in my inbox for awhile, let’s see how this goes...Harry is 35 in this, and y/n is 32. This also turned into pure fluff, sorry no smut!

The Kids Are Alright

You and Harry had been dating for a couple of months. It was nice having a man in your life again. Your divorce was ugly, to say the least. You had full custody of your kids, and it took over a year before you could make it so. You were finally in a place of stability that allowed you to start dating again.

You had met Harry completely by accident. He saw you struggling one morning on your walk to work. It had started pouring out of nowhere, and you had no umbrella. After just about everything fell out of your purse, he rushed over to you, holding his umbrella above the both of you and helped you with your things. He gave you his umbrella. He said you were dressed much nicer than he was, and you needed it more. You exchanged information after you insisted you get it back to him. The rest progressed from there. You hadn’t told Harry about your ex-husband or your two children. Although, he had his suspicions. You could only go out with him on Friday and Saturday nights, and you never stayed over at his place.

You needed to make sure you could trust him before even thinking of telling him you had two kids, before you could even think about bringing him around to meet them. Harry just figured you were really busy, or that you had needy clients since you were a therapist. He was busy in his own right since he was an oral surgeon.

Saturday night had become a regular date night for the two of you, and your kids were happy to see you so happy. They didn’t much care for their father, for good reason.

“So, when do we get to have date night with this guy?” Your ten year old daughter asks you as she watches you put your jewelry on.

“I’ve only been seeing him for a couple of months, Candace. It’s too soon for him to meet you and Ben.” You sigh and look at her. “In fact, tonight I’m finally telling him that I have kids.”

“Wait, you never told him about us?”

“No...I didn’t know if he’d run for the hills. I mean, he’s thirty-five, never been married and doesn’t have kids of his own. What if he doesn’t want that for himself?”

“How do you know he doesn’t have kids, he could be lying just like you.” She crosses her arms.

“I haven’t been lying...it just hasn’t come up. You’ll understand some day when you’re older.”

“That’s been your answer for a lot of things over the last couple of years.” She huffs and follows you out of the bedroom.

The babysitter was already there, sitting downstairs with Ben. He had just turned eight a month or so ago.

“Alright Rita, I should be home around eleven like usual.”

“Okay, have a great time!”

You give both of your kids a hug and kiss, and out the door you go. You were meeting Harry at a nice Italian place. He was always taking you to nice places, but you didn’t mind. After having such a shit marriage, and a shit husband, you were happy to be pampered a bit. You meet him in the lobby of the restaurant and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He gets a good look at you. “How was your day?”

“Good! Ran some errands, you know how Saturdays go.” You smile.

You both are seated and Harry orders a bottle of wine for the table. He looked tired.

“Long week?”

“Sort of...took out four impacted wisdom teeth yesterday. Poor kid’s gonna be sore for a bit. It was a longer surgery than usual.” He shrugs. “But she’ll be alright. How was your week?”

“Long, had all my usual people, and a couple of newbies. All in all, good sessions. Only went through two boxes of tissues, don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

You both laugh. The wine is brought over for you both, and it’s poured into your glasses. You both order your dinners, and an appetizer.

“Harry...I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these last couple of months.”

“Same here, Y/N.”

“I feel sort of childish asking this, but would you say I’m your girlfriend?” At the ripe age of 32, and having been someone’s wife, the word girlfriend sounded incredibly stupid to you, but here you were.

“I would.” He smiles. “That’s what I’ve been telling people anyways.”

“Aw, you tell people about me.”

“Hard not to when you go into work with a hickey on your neck.”

“Oh my god.” You blush. “That one from a couple weeks ago? I’m sorry, I can’t even remember the last time I did that to someone, and-”

“Relax, babe, I’m only teasing.” He places his hand over yours. “Suppose I was goin’ to ask about our status soon too. Nice to know we’re on the same page.” You nod at him.

Your food is brought over, and it’s delicious. You both enjoy more pleasant conversation. It was nice not having to talk about homework, or whatever else you would talk with other parents about. Although, now that your kids were a little older, you enjoyed the conversations you’d have with them regularly.

“Care to come back to my place for a bit after dinner? I picked up that cheesecake you like so much for dessert.”

“I’d love that! I’ll follow you there.”

You drive to Harry’s apartment. Sometimes you wondered why he didn’t just buy a house, but you figured he didn’t need all that space. And he did work a lot, a house would be too much to care of by himself. The home you have now is one you bought only two years ago. You refused to stay in the home where everything went down with your husband. Harry’s place was nice, anyways. Two bedroom, two bath, and plenty of space to spread out.

You sit down on his couch while he brings more wine over, and a plate with a piece of cheesecake to share.

“Been looking forward to seein’ yeh all week, you know?”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You kiss his cheek and take a sip of wine.

“Would you like to spend the night tonight? I like what we do when we’re doin’ it, but it would also just be nice to have you here to hold onto all night.”

“I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” You sigh and take your phone out. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend the full night with you...”

“So then why do you always leave? Are you allergic to Sunday brunch?” You can’t help but laugh. “I’ve never been able to make you my pancakes. I make really good pancakes.”

“God, my kids love pancakes.” Both of your eyes grow wide when you look at each other.

“Kids?”

“Yes...” You show him a picture of the three of you on your phone. “That’s my daughter, Candace, she’s ten, and that’s Ben, he just turned eight.”

“Ah, so that was the birthday party you had to go to last month.”

“Mhm.” He looks at you.

“Well, they’re really cute.” He chuckles. “A little older than I would’ve expected. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know, this is all so new. I mean, I’ve been a single mom for nearly four years, you’re the first guy I’ve dated in a long time. And you’re...I mean...do you have secret kids?”

“No.” He laughs. “Never been married either. I’m assuming you have?”

“Yeah...we separated and then divorced. Like I said it was four years ago, and I just only got full custody over my kids a year ago. Their father is a shithead, they didn’t want to be near him. They dreaded every weekend they had to spend with him, and I hated sending him, but legally there wasn’t much I could do. I swear he only fought me on the custody just to spite me. Obviously we were sort of young when I got pregnant with Candace. Everything has worked out, thank god. Luckily I’m good at my job so I keep us afloat. The reason I don’t stay over is because I couldn’t very well ask the sixteen year old girl who babysits for me to watch them all night.”

“No, I suppose that would be a bit weird.” He smirks. “Got any family nearby? They could always watch ‘em right?”

“Harry.” You roll your eyes and swat a hand at him. “So...it doesn’t freak you out that I’m a mom?”

“Not at all! So, your ex is completely out of the picture?”

“Completely. He moved across the country, nothing to keep him here now. He sends the kids birthday and holiday cards, that’s about the only contact I allow him to have with them. And to answer your question, my parents only live an hour or so away, and they do visit a good chunk. But I certainly couldn’t ask them to take them for a weekend for the sole reason of staying over at my boyfriend’s house.”

“No, I guess you’d need a better excuse than that.” He laughs.

“So how come you’re thirty-five and you never settled down?”

“I put school and work above a lot of things. Think my last serious relationship was nearly three years ago, and she got sick of waitin’ f’me.” He shrugs. “Dated here and there, but I haven’t been anyone’s boyfriend in awhile.”

“But you’d like to be mine?”

“Yeah, I like you a lot.” He smiles.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.” He cups your cheek in his hand.

“Well, if you’re not spendin’ the night, can I take yeh to the bedroom now so I can at least have some time to just lay with you after.”

“I’d like that.”

You were piss drunk the first time you had sex with Harry. You couldn’t help it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time, well other than with your dildo, but that’s besides the point. You weren’t sure if you would feel tight for him, but after about the third time he said it to you, you had to believe him that you were, in fact, plenty tight.

Sex with him not was a lot less scary. You enjoyed it very much, and so did he. Your bodies just had a way of connecting. It was something you hadn’t had in a very long time.

“How was your date Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Honey, I’ve told you it’s Miss, I’m not a Mrs.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. And it was good, he’s a good man.” You give her fifty dollars and out she goes.

The next morning you make pancakes for your kids and they’re far too excited about it.

“Mum, you haven’t made pancakes in forever, what’s the occasion?” Candace asks, dumping a ton of syrup over them.

“Easy with that! Save some for your brother. And there’s no occasion, I just remembered how much you both like pancakes.” You shrug and sit down between them.

“Mmm, these are so good mumma, thanks.” Ben says. You loved that he still called you mumma. He was such a love-bug.

“So, how was your date with the oral surgeon?”

“It was good, honey. He’s actually my boyfriend now.”

“Oh, you’ve made it official?!”

“Mhm.” You smile as you take a bite of your food. “And he didn’t wanna run away when I told him about the two of you.”

“When can we meet him?” Ben asks.

“I’m not sure...even though I’m his girlfriend now I’d like to wait on that I think. I’d hate to bring someone into your lives and then have it not work out.”

“Did he say if he had kids or was ever married?” Candace asks.

“He’s never been married, and doesn’t have kids of his own. But he really didn’t seem freaked out about you two. He was more so surprised that you weren’t younger. Suppose it would’ve been harder to keep two toddlers a secret.” You laugh.

“You always tell us never to keep secrets.” Ben says. “How come you get to?”

“Because sometimes when you’re adult, you need to withhold certain things from other adults. You’ll understand when-”

“When we’re older, Jesus Christ.”

“Candace! We don’t speak like that at the table.”

“What? It’s not like I said the f-word.”

“God, help me.” You sigh.

A few more months pass, and you’re feeling really good about things with Harry. You even manage to spend a couple nights with him on the various weekends the kids are with your parents. You two were snuggled up on his couch watching a movie when he paused it.

“I’ve never been to your place, never even picked you up for a date.”

“I know.”

“Well? How ‘bout we start doin’ that. I hate how after dinner we never get to drive together.”

“It’s just...the kids would see you picking me up.”

“And?” He sighs. “Listen, I’ve been thinking...what if it was time I met them? We’ve been together for like six months, I think it makes sense.”

“You really want to?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re a part of my life now, and they’re a part of yours.”

“Sure...I know they wanna meet you. Guess I’ve been the one holding it up.”

“They’ve been okay with you dating?”

“I think if they loved their father they’d act like most kids and hate to see me move on, but they can’t stand him, so they’re happy for me.”

“It’s none of my business, but-”

“He used to beat on us, all of us. I’d get in the way to spare them, but it was no use if they got home before I did. It was awful, I did everything I could to get out of there, and eventually I did.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“It was a long time ago.” You feel tears prick at your cheeks. “I’ll never be able to understand how someone could their babies, or how the courts didn’t give me full custody right away. He’d only beat on us when he was drunk, and he did stop drinking, but I still didn’t trust him. He tried to prove he was a good father, but it was all rubbish.” You sigh. “It’s all in the past now.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’ll talk to them, maybe we could have you over for a little lunch in the backyard. The kids love when I fire up the grill.”

“That sounds great! What are they into? Like, what are their hobbies?”

“Well, Candace is a mix. She loves theater and singing, but she also loves soccer, and getting her hands dirty. Ben loves to paint. He absolutely loves his crafts. He likes to play outside, but he couldn’t be bothered with sports. Used to go right up his father’s ass. Candace plays softball too. I feel terrible, I haven’t had much time to play catch with her lately. Luckily, it’s soccer season right now, so she’s not too mad at me about it. Ben plays goalie for her in the backyard, and it works for them.”

“They’re close?”

“They weren’t when they were younger, but they stood by each other when we were going through everything. They’re not best friends, but you can really see the love between them. It’s wonderful.”

“I like the theater too, actually. I enjoy a good show once in a while.”

“Really?”

“Oh, sure. I acted a bit in school.”

You could see the wheels turning in Harry’s head.

“Please don’t feel like you need to do anything to impress them. Just be yourself. They were already so amazed that a man gave me his umbrella.” You chuckle.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He winks at you. “Well, only in the streets.”

He lifts you up of the couch, and you squeal as he takes you to his bedroom.

“How was your weekend with Gram and Pop?” You ask the kids as you drive them back home.

“It was so much fun, Gram got us that cereal that you don’t let us have.” Ben says.

“Oh, that one loaded with sugar that you don’t need first thing in morning? That’s spectacular.” You roll your eyes.

“Did you see Mr. Styles while we were gone?” Candace asks.

“I did.” The two look at each other. “He asked me if he could meet the two of you soon.”

“He did?!”

“Mhm, so I told him I would ask the two of you.”

“Well, you know we wanna meet him mumma.” Ben says.

“Yeah, bring him over.”

“Alright, I told him we could do a little lunch out back, do a little grilling. Would you both like that?”

“Yes!” They say in unison.

On Saturday around noon, Harry arrives at your house. He thought it was lovely. You gave him instructions to go right around back, so he does so.

“Hello?” He says as he opens the gate.

“Harry!” You say walking up to him. “Find it okay?” You both kiss quick, and you walk him further into the yard.

“Yeah, it was a really easy drive.”

He looks around and sees a swing-set, a little net to play soccer with, and a patio with a lovely glass table and chairs. You see he has a couple of bags with him.

“I brought some soda...do you give them soda? I suppose I should’ve asked first.”

“I give it to them on special occasions, suppose this is one of them.” You smile and take it from him, setting it on the table. “I just sent them in to wash up. They were rolling around in the dirt.”

Candace and Ben walk outside and are stunned when they see Harry. Candace noticed his curls, and quite liked the style of glasses he was wearing. Ben was mesmerized by the tattoos that littered his arms. He wasn’t at all like they pictures, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Tattoos didn’t automatically mean bad. Their father was a bad person and didn’t have a single tattoo.

“Kids, come say hello, don’t just stand there like statues.” You laugh. Candace extends her arm to shake his hand.

“Hi Mr. Styles, it’s nice to meet you.”

“How polite.” He smiles and takes her hand. “Feel free to call me Harry if you feel comfortable with that.”

“Hello.” Ben shakes his hand next.

“It’s great to meet yeh both. Your mum has told me so much about you. All good things I promise.” The two giggle. “Um...I brought some things for the two of you.”

“Oh, Harry, you didn’t have to...”

“I know.” He reaches into the bag and crouches to Ben’s level. “Mum told me you liked to paint and do crafts, so I got you one of these water color sets. They’re really cool. My niece likes ‘em a lot, thought you might too.” He looks up at you. “And they don’t make a mess.”

Ben takes it from him, amazed that an adult man was being nice about his hobbies.

“What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you very much.” He beams at Harry. “Mumma, can I open it now?”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Let me just fill a glass of water for you, you can sit at the patio table.” You get him set up while Harry speaks to Candace.

“Now, your mum told me you have a ton of hobbies, but mostly you haven’t had someone to play catch with, so I dug up my old mit.” He takes it out of the bag. “It’s for baseball, but figured it could still do the trick.” He takes a brand new softball out of the bag. “What do yeh say? We could toss it around while your mum gets lunch together.”

“I’d love to!” She snatches the ball from him. “Thanks, this is like the best brand out there.” She looks at you and gives you a thumbs up. You laugh as you fire up the grill.

You smile as you watch Ben use his new water color set, and smile even more while you watch Candace toss the ball with Harry.

“You know, if you step into it a bit more...” He puts a hand on his hip. “And if you, like, do you mind if I show you?”

“Okay.”

He jobs over to her.

“So...you wanna look where you’re throwing, right? And you’re doin’ that, but you’re releasing it back here, it should be when you get here. And if you step and throw, you could really get a more precise thing goin’.”

“I’ve only played one season, and the coach never showed us stuff like this, thanks!”

Harry jogs back to his spot, and Candace does exactly what he said, throwing it to him perfectly.

“Amazing! You’re a fast learner, Candace.”

“Way to go honey! She likes playing second base, any tips on that?”

“Oh, tons.”

“I’m not too good at batting either.”

“Well good thing we’ve got plenty of time to get you ready for the season. By the time I’m done with yeh the coach’ll be puttin’ yeh in first every game.”

“Candace, go wash your hands again, it’s time for lunch.”

“But we’re having so much fun.” She whines.

“You can play more after. Come on, we all need to go wash up.”

You take Harry inside, and show him to the kitchen where he can wash his hands. You tell him you’ll give him the full tour later. Lunch goes really well. The kids tell Harry all about school. He was so natural with them, it put you at ease. After lunch, Harry continued to help Candace with her softball skills. At a certain point you told her that was enough, and that she should play with her brother. You and Harry sit as the two of them played on the swing-set.

“This has been a lot of fun, Y/N.”

“Really? Oh, I’m so glad. I think they really like you.”

“I like them too.”

Harry started coming over for dinner when he could. The kids really liked having him around. When it had been about a year of the two of you dating, you and the kids asked Harry to move in with you. He liked your home quite a bit, so it didn’t take much for him to agree.

“Can I ask you something?” He says as you’re both settling into bed.

“Of course.”

“Ben asked me to come to his career day...are you alright with that?”

“Yeah! I think he wants us to go together. It’s been on my calendar for a while.”

“I told him I’d make it work, but...what’s he supposed to call me? S’not like I’m his dad...or his step-dad...”

“Your his Harry.” You smile.

“Do you think you’d ever want to be married again?”

“Maybe, if the right guy came along.” You nudge him.

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes. “M’serious, I mean we’ve been together over a year, and we haven’t really talked about it. I live here now, I’m in their lives...”

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to marry me to seal the deal.”

“I don’t feel that way. I want to marry you because I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Alright, so maybe I’ll ask you soon.” He grins, and now you’re the one to roll your eyes. “I have another question...so I love bein’ an uncle, and I’ve loved steppin’ into this fatherly role with Candace and Ben. It’s honestly something I never saw for myself. Do you think you’d ever want more?” Your face falls.

“I physically can’t have more...I had to have a hysterectomy a few years back.”

“Ah.”

“Is that okay? I mean did you want your own kids?”

“Don’t phrase it like. I do have my own kids...and no, I don’t really want, like, a baby. I honestly don’t think I’d have the time to care for an infant.”

“Me neither. I’m sort of relieved you’re okay with it. I know I’m still young enough to have a baby, I feel like I finally have my life back. Babies are cute and wonderful, and I enjoyed that time with them so much, but I’m over that time in my life. I can actually have real conversations with them now, you know?”

“I’m really glad we’re on the same page.”

“Me too.”

About six months later, Harry proposed and you accepted. You both wanted a small wedding. You had a very simple ceremony in your back yard with only close friends and family. The kids had gotten into the habit of calling Harry, Dad. Sometimes they would switch on and off, but Dad mostly stuck. He liked the sound of it a lot.

You had made sure to sign every form you could to Harry had permissions at school to pick the kids up and drop them off. All their teachers knew Candace and Ben had a step-father.

Harry was full engrossed in the kids lives. He became Candace’s softball coach, and all the kids loved him. You had never seen Candace play so well. He also made sure to support all of Ben’s school art shows. For a guy that didn’t want to be a father, he was kicking butt at being a good one.

Around Candace’s twelfth birthday, you and Harry had decided on something very important, and it was time to share it with the two of them.

“We never have family meetings, this is weird.” Candace says as her and Ben sit on the couch.

“Well, that’s because there’s something mum and I want to tell you.” He clears his throat. “So...even though we’re married, and that makes me your step-father, legally that really doesn’t mean much. I’m not considered a true guardian. And even though the school knows I’m your step-dad, I’ve still run into some issues here and there. Your mum and I work a lot, and we each need to be able to dismiss you easily or whatever it is.” He takes a packet of paper out of his back pocket. “Also...I’ve been in your lives for nearly three years...and I consider myself to be more than just your step-dad, wouldn’t you both agree?”

“Yeah, obviously. We call you dad all the time. Whenever someone asks who you are I just say you’re my dad.”

“I do the same thing.” Ben says.

“Right, so...we thought we’d make that official.” He hands Candace the papers.

“Certificate of Adoption?” She looks up at the two of you.

“It’s taken us some time to get this all together, but it’s legal now.” You explain.

“I’ve adopted the two of you, hope that’s okay.”

They both stand and hug Harry immediately. If something were to ever happen to you, you’d want them with Harry. Your parents were great and all, but you wouldn’t want them ripped away from their father.

“Are you serious?” Candace asks teary eyed. “You really love us that much?”

“I love you both more than anything. You two are my kids, and I won’t have someone tellin’ me you’re not.”

The truth was, there were a ton of parents who liked to gossip about the two of you. Ever since Harry came into your life and things got more serious. You wouldn’t look at him and know he was such one of the most sought after oral surgeons in the area. When he started coaching Candace’s softball team, that was when the gossip got even worse. The two of you couldn’t stand it any longer. It also warmed your heart that Harry truly thought of Candace and Ben as his own. Because of Harry you were able to give them a normal life again.

“So now that his is official, I have a question.” Ben says. “If we’re your kids does that mean our last names can be Styles now too? I mean, mum’s is.”

It was true, you had heightened your last name. You didn’t even do that with your last husband. You were a doctor and you earned that title, why should his name be attached to that? But with Harry, well, you just like the way that sounded.

“You both want my last name?”

“Yes.” They say at the same time. He looks at you.

“I think we can make that work. It really doesn’t make sense for you to have his last name anymore, does it?” They both shake their heads no. “We really should all have the same last name.”

“I agree.”

The two of them high five each other.

“Now then.” You wipe a couple of tears away. “Go put on some nice clothes, we’re going out to eat tonight to celebrate.”

The two race upstairs while Harry wraps his arms around you.

“So, Mrs. Y/L/N-Styles, I’d say that went pretty well.”

“Mhm, can you believe they want to be Styles’ too?”

“How could they not? S’a pretty cool name.”

You kiss each other and wait for them to come back down. You never in your wildest dreams would’ve thought you’d get a second chance at a happy life. Harry was everything you needed and more. You were incredibly grateful and lucky. And to think, if you had simply had your umbrella that day on the street, none of this would be yours.

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smilingleoo · 4 years ago

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JJK Imagine-You being overwhelmed by luxury life

Request: Hello ❤️ may I request an imagine with Jungkook where the reader is younger than him and is very overwhelmed with his luxury life and she feels like she is not good enough for him and gets distant but he proves her that she is the only thing he needs ❤️❤️❤️

Author´s note: Hello! Hope you´re doing alright, please enjoy...

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When you met Jungkook, you knew what you were getting yourself into. He was an idol-an incredibly famous one- and you were his girlfriend. At first, you had thought that maybe your relationship would not be approved by his manager yet when he had the chance to properly meet you and judge you based on his own criteria, he knew you would handle everything just fine. Besides, you were a beautiful young lady who seemed ambitious and determined enough to protect their Jungkook´s heart.

However, you doubted yourself.

You loved Jungkook, of course, you did. He was everything you ever dreamt off. Not because he was a celebrity but for him; for his determined and perseverant self to his willingness to help others. You had fallen for him hard and you were glad about it. But his fast-moving world was difficult to keep up with. He was barely at home and returned from work late at night. You understood, obviously, and opted to visit him with food or just your happiness and love. However, you felt like everything was out of control. You were too cautious, too paranoid or too worried to even take care of yourself. You desperately wanted to show Jungkook how strong you were because, if he noticed your uncertainty, he would think it would be best to end your relationship.

Even though you had thought about it, leaving Jungkook was something you could not fathom. You would miss him too much.

“Okay, babe”-Jungkook clapped entering the room he had been placed in. You had been sprawled on the leather couch besides his make-up chair waiting for him to finish his various interviews, playing with your phone to kill time. As soon as he entered, you dropped everything you had been doing and launched yourself forward, peppering your boyfriend’s face with smooches. Fortunately, he had caught you in his arms wrapping the around your waist before twirling you side to side-“I’m all sweaty from the lights!”

“I don’t care”-you giggled as he placed you on the floor. He stared at you lovingly for some seconds, just adoring how beautiful and cute you were. With a final kiss on the lips, Jungkook pooped himself on the whirling chair and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You, without hesitation, did so cling your limbs behind his neck-“So, what’s up?”

“Oh, yeah”-he said-“In about twenty minutes we should head to the van since we need to be in another interview in an hour or so. Afterwards, we need to return to the company to arrange some papers and film a quick video for YouTube. Then we have a little meeting and, I promise you, after that I’ll take you to dinner”

Your mind felt dizzy for a moment. They had so much to do in so scarce time that you wondered if it was even possible. But yet again your boyfriend made it seem like it was nothing but normal and that encouraged you to keep going, even though your body begged you for some alone time with Jungkook. You inhaled his scent slightly as you snuggled further into the crook of his warm neck and, in just mere seconds, his manager knocked on the door reminding him that we should be going to the vehicle.

The ride was mostly silent since everyone was asleep, the only audible sound being the faint hum of the van’s engine. It snaked through Seoul’s busy streets until it reached a mirror-like building. The boys obviously sped off as fast as they could, saying their quick goodbyes your way. Jungkook sweetly placed a tender peck on your cheek before disappearing. A guard waited for you outside, offering to take your bag as soon as you stepped out into the sidewalk. Startled, you denied claiming that it was not heavy.

You were not used to having so much attention or people around you. Cameras flashed as you walked through the crowd, various question being bombarded from different interviewers. The bodyguard made his best to usher them away but he could not prevent the sudden tugs or thrust from desperate cameras. A certain rough punch had you swirling on your toes, a scowl of disbelief drawn on your face-“Some people say that you are way too young to confróntate the downfalls of being with an idol like Jungkook, what do you have to say about it?”

What do you have to say about it?

“I’d like to keep my personal issues that way”-you kindly answered-“Personal”

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Too much.

Everything was too much.

The attention, the hate, even the love and affection you received was too much. By now, your legs were sore and your eyelids heavy, threatening to give up as soon as your body fell on something comfortable enough to calm your nerves out. Jungkook´s last interview was about to finsish and you could not be more happy to have a peaceful dinner with him-”Baby, are you ready?”

No response.

“Y/N, where are you?”-he asked again but found himself in front of your sleeping body. You were not even on the couch, opting for the hard desk and a make-up chair against to slump yourself on-“What’s going on, love?”

“I don’t get it!”-you groaned. Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, trying to comprehend you sudden outburst. You were outraged and exhausted. Your hair was dancing around your greasy skin, blocking your already blurry view and the dark circles under your fallen eyes. Your whole body ached but the expensive chair, which you would never be used to, supported your back with grace. And that angered you even more because, why were you receiving all these things for? You were not doing anything!

And Jungkook. Oh, your gorgeous ever-so-talented boyfriend stared at the disaster he fell in love in. He was immaculate as ever, perfectly clean, polished skin glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes held a spark of exhaustion but it was easily dismissed with his well-practiced captivating smile. His beauty made your stomach flip out of a mixture of emotion that you could not put into words. You loved him but you hated him at the same time. Or maybe you hated yourself even more. Because he was there, convincing his one hundred percent in everything he did but still looked flawless. And then you were, well, you; following him around with everything you asked for in just seconds but still looked like trash.

“You work your ass off and still look like the most stunning man in the world”-you incorporated yourself on the chair-“While I’m being pampered by everyone doing absolutely nothing but still being extremely tired! I’m the worst girlfriend ever...”

“Oh, baby”-he chuckled-“Being worried about it makes you the most thoughtful and extraordinary girlfriend on the entire world. Besides, you’re the only thing that cheers me up when I’m down too. So don’t go comparing yourself with something as simple as an expensive necklace or a delicious meal”

Seeing your puzzled expression he sighed-“Many girls would kill to be in your position. However, half of them wouldn’t even care if they were spoiled or not. They would just enjoy! But here you’re, all pouty about something that isn’t your entire choice”

He kissed your lips and incorporated you on your feet.

“Now, please”-he whispered-“Let’s grab something to eat and go watch Iron Man”

“Again?”

“I know you love it!”

#bts #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts x army #bts imagines #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook

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noona-clock · 5 years ago

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Him - Part 3

Genre: College!AU, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jinyoung x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Very mild cursing

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,032

About halfway through your day, you had texted Teddy about having a Self-Care Sunday, but on a Friday.

Your morning meeting with Jinyoung had left you agitated, and you’d received an essay back in one of your classes with a less than stellar grade -- totally not Jinyoung’s fault, but you were allowing yourself to be even more annoyed with him because of it, anyway. You had let your agitation get the best of you at lunchtime, and you’d spilled your soda all over your sweatshirt and jeans. The wet, sticky mess only worsened your mood; therefore, a night of sheet masks and manicures and probably a Jane Austen mini-series was definitely in order.

Teddy, unsurprisingly, had replied immediately with: “My place! 5pm!” and not for the first (nor the last) time, you had thought to yourself how glad you were to have a friend like him.

Once your last class of the day let out just after 4, you headed back to your apartment to pack up your pajamas, some face masks, nail polish, your Pride & Prejudice DVD, and some bags of popcorn. You sent a quick message to Teddy that you were on your way and more than ready for a night of pampering.

When you arrived at Teddy’s place at basically five on the dot, you were greeted by not only your best friend’s smiling face but also the smell of freshly delivered pizza.

Did you have the best best friend or what? You hadn’t even brought up ordering pizza, but he had gone and done it, anyway. He had somehow known you needed the most delicious junk food for dinner to make up for the obnoxious day you’d had.

“I guess seeing Jinyoung just messed up your whole day, huh?” Teddy quipped as you closed his front door behind you.

A look of disgust morphed your features, and you made your way to his kitchen counter to set down everything you’d brought. “I would rather not bring him up, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Okay,” your best friend chuckled. “Whatever you say. Ooh, Pride & Prejudice! And my favorite honey sheet mask?! You did have a bad day.”

“It was so mentally exhausting that you’re probably going to have to stop me from eating literally half of that pizza.”

Teddy quirked his brow at you. “Now, what kind of a friend would I be if I did that?”

A grin curved your lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from shuffling over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle, pulling him into a tight, comforting hug.

“Thank you,” you murmured, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, I assume you’d be eating pizza and doing sheet masks and watching romantic movies alone. Which is totally fine, but it’s so much better with me,” Teddy replied, rubbing your back reassuringly. “Now, come on. This pizza’s gonna get cold, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to see Mr. Darcy.”

“Oh, my god,” Teddy gasped when you hurried back onto the couch after taking the empty pizza box over to the kitchen.

“I’m not taking your honey mask, I promise,” you assured him as you handed him the packet, keeping the cactus flower one for yourself.

“No, not that! But thank you.” He took the mask from you, opening it carefully and reaching inside to pull out the slimy, sweet-smelling piece of cotton. “I just realized that Jinyoung is your Mr. Darcy!”

You almost dropped your mask into your lap.

“What?!” you cried, letting out a sputtering laugh. “Excuse me? Uh -- no. No, that is not at all true. And I told you not to bring him up!”

He had been doing so well! You had gotten through at least forty-five minutes of the movie without even one single mention of Jinyoung!

“No, but think about it,” Teddy urged before he leaned back and delicately placed the sheet mask over his face. “Lizzy and Darcy don’t start off the best of terms. She thinks he’s proud and arrogant, but he’s actually not all that bad. That’s what’s going on right now with you and Jinyoung.”

Of course, being a literature major, you absolutely loved stories. Romantic stories were your drug of choice, and you had practically grown up reading and watching anything having to do with Jane Austen.

Truly, you would be the first to admit if you were living a Pride & Prejudice plot.

“It really isn’t,” you argued, leaning back to put on your own sheet mask.

“Is, too,” Teddy retorted. “Just like Charlotte said about Darcy, Jinyoung isn’t really like that once you get to know him! I think you’re letting the situation get to you, and -- okay, and coming from me, this means something -- you’re being a little dramatic.”

Even though it did hurt to hear Teddy the drama major tell you that you were being dramatic... you knew he was right.

Probably right.

Your parents’ financial strain was definitely trickling down to you, and the pressure to find a job as quickly as possible created more stress on top of the stress you already had from regular college student life.

So, yes. It was entirely possible that this added stress was causing you to see Jinyoung through a more exaggerated, theatrical lens.

But Jinyoung really had said all those rude things to you yesterday! How could you be dramatic about it when he had literally told you to not even apply for the TA position because there was no chance you would get it?

“I don’t know, Teddy,” you murmured. Even though you weren’t entirely convinced you were just being dramatic, you decided to let Teddy think he was right. For now. You let out a relenting sigh and then added, “Okay, well, then tell me more about him in high school.”

“Aha!” Teddy cried triumphantly. “I knew you were interested!”

“No, I -- I’m not interested! Just tell me!” You reached over to gently hit his arm, not wanting to dislodge either of your face masks.

“I’ve got a better idea -- I’ll show you.” Teddy patted his hands around the couch cushion, obviously trying to look for his phone without disturbing his mask. When he found it, he quickly brought it up to his face and began tapping away.

You scooted closer to him, seeing he was bringing up his Facebook app. You watched silently, the dialogue in Pride & Prejudice the only noise in the room as Teddy navigated to Jinyoung’s profile and then into his photo album.

After scrolling quite a bit (high school was a few years in the past at this point, after all), Teddy clicked on Jinyoung’s graduation picture.

“Valedictorian,” you scoffed. “Of course.”

“...Weren’t you whatever comes right after Valedictorian? Second place?”

“Salutatorian,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “Don’t ever tell him that. It’s just another thing he could hold over me.”

Teddy chuckled with bemusement before swiping to the next pictures. When he got to one of Jinyoung and some other guys wearing togas, he explained that was Senior Week. He pointed out his friends, telling you a little bit about them (and how Teddy had had a crush on Jackson for basically the whole four years).

As he swiped through the other pictures from Senior Week, you couldn’t help but notice that Jinyoung looked so... happy. He was smiling and posing cheesily for the camera, and you would never tell Teddy this but... it made you want to be friends with him. You weren’t sure why, but something about him in these pictures was just so enticing. Something besides his good looks.

Teddy also showed you his student council pictures (he had been elected Secretary his Junior and Senior years, which had not surprised you in the least), prom and homecoming pictures (he looked far too dashing in a suit, which also had not surprised you in the least), and pictures of the film club he had started (apparently, the first movie they’d watched had been Rear Window, one of your all-time favorites).

“See?” Teddy said as he put down his phone and slid the sheet mask off his face. “He’s a normal guy.”

“Then why was he such an asshole to me?!” you cried, following suit and taking your own mask off.

“I... honestly don’t know,” Teddy sighed. “I guess he just really wants that TA position. Or maybe he thought no one else was going to apply, and he just wanted to scare away the competition.”

Teddy reached for your discarded sheet mask, getting up to go throw them away. And just before he arrived back at the couch, he stopped. He let out a gasp.

“...What?” you asked cautiously. When Teddy gasped like that, it usually meant you wouldn’t like what he said.

“Do you want me to call him and ask?”

“Call who? Ask what?” Surely, he didn’t mean --

“Jinyoung! Ask him why he was such an asshole to you!”

You simply stared at Teddy, blinking.

What on earth were you supposed to say to that other than, “You’re joking, right?”

“No! I’ll pretend like you’re not here!” Teddy jumped back on the couch, grabbing his phone and tapping again on the screen.

“No, Teddy, I don’t think that’s a --”

But he was already pressing his phone to his ear, and you heard the muffled ringing through the speaker.

Oh, god. He was doing it.

...It’s not like you weren’t curious, but Jinyoung was smart enough to catch on, wasn’t he? And if you ever saw him again -- which you had no intention of doing -- it would be even more awkward!

“Hello?”

Oh, god. He answered.

“Jinyoung, hey!” Teddy greeted, and you buried your freshly hydrated face in your palms. “Listen, I was just curious about something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“So, my friend, Y/N. She told me about how you two met yesterday, and she’s very insistent that you were super rude and are an asshole. I know we weren’t exactly friends back in high school, but I mean, we knew each other. I just don’t think that sounds like you at all, and I wanted to clear the air, I guess.”

“...Oh. Well, I, uh -- I don’t want to make excuses or anything, but... she wasn’t exactly polite to me either.”

Your head snapped up, your brow furrowing deeply because what?! He had started it!

“Ah --” Teddy stammered. “Well -- she’s just... she’s kind of stressed out about trying to find a job right now. It’s -- it’s not really my story to tell, but she’s not usually rude. She’s super caring and generous once you get to know her.”

Thank you, Teddy.

“Okay... I’m sorry, but why are you telling me this?”

...Seriously?! What a little shithead!

“I’m just confused about the whole thing because I know that neither of you is really like that. Like I said, I wanted to clear some things up.”

“Ah. I see. Well, I really just think Professor Stewart will pick me, so I don’t want her to get her hopes up.”

He just thinks he knows everything, doesn’t he?!

“Okay, great,” Teddy replied a bit hurriedly, clearly feeling how annoyed you were becoming. “I’ll, uh -- I’ll tell her. But, hey. Any chance you think you guys might want to, like... hang out? Get to know each other?”

You held your breath.

...Why were you holding your breath?

You didn’t care what he had to say to that!

Not one bit!

“...I don’t think so.”

See? You didn’t care! Not one bit!

“Cool. Okay, got it. Thanks, bye!” And Teddy hung up before slowly looking over at you with quite the guilty expression.

“It’s fine!” you assured him, though your tone was clearly one of annoyance. “It’s fine because I don’t like him either. I don’t want to hang out with him or get to know him either. I’m not bothered by the fact he’s not interested in me, I’m really not. Even as a friend.”

Because you weren’t interested in him as a friend either!

It’s fine!

Part 4

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mirakumiruku · 5 years ago

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Date Night with Deku

Summary: Izuku’s busy with hero life, but he always takes time out of his packed schedule to pamper his partner! Word count: 1.5k Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x AFAB reader (only gender neutral terms used) All characters 18+

SFW until “♡♡♡”!

Izuku wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend.

Of course, that’s not to say he wasn’t an absolute sweetheart. He loved you, and you loved him, but your schedules never managed to line up. Usually, you’d see more of him on TV than in person.

He knew how much it hurt you, and it hurt him too, never being able to see your beautiful face, hear your calming voice, kiss your lips or touch your body the way he wanted to…

So when he did have a free night, he’d always make sure it was extra special.

He hadn’t told you about his day off earlier, he usually left after you in the mornings anyway, so there wouldn’t be anything suspicious if he stayed home. He spent most of the day tidying up, making sure the house was sparkling clean when you got back. He went out shopping, picking up flowers, wine, and ingredients for a nice dinner.

He was sure that all the tabloids would be speculating on who Deku was dating by morning. He’d never reveal it of course, not only did you not want all that attention on yourself, it would also put you at a big risk for ransom and blackmail material.

When you got home from your office job, it took you a little while to notice anything different about the apartment. You kicked off your shoes, replacing them with comfy slippers, and dragged yourself into the living room where you flopped down on the couch.

It wasn’t until you finally opened your eyes that you noticed Izuku watching you from a nearby chair, his civvies covered by an apron, and his green tresses tied back in a bandana. He was leaning back in the chair, resting his head on his hand and watching you with a small smile.

“‘Zuku? What’re you…?”

“I had the day off.” He answered your unfinished question. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

You pouted, sitting up and crossing your arms, “If you had told me, I could’ve taken the day off too…”

“I know, sweetness.” He stood up, coming behind the couch to knead a little at your shoulders. “But then I couldn’t have cleaned up or made dinner.”

“You did…?”

“Of course I did!” He laughed a little, kissing the top of your head. “You relax, sweetheart, I’ll get dinner finished.”

You definitely couldn’t complain. You laid across the couch, Izuku coming by every few minutes to check that you were comfortable, bringing you a glass of your favorite drink, pressing kisses to your forehead, nose, and cheeks.

When dinner finally rolled around, Izuku took your hand and led you to the dining table, which was dressed up with a nice tablecloth, candles, flowers, and two plates piled with your favorite meal.

“I hope it’s alright…” He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, ‘Zuku, it’s perfect!” You leaned up to kiss his cheek, then ruffled his hair. “Of course, anything you do is wonderful.”

“We both know that’s not true, baby.” Izuku laughed, pulling out the chair for you. “You remember when I tried to fix the sink?”

“I’d like to not think of that right now.” You grinned, wrinkling your nose as Izuku took the seat across from you.

Dinner was delicious, Izuku spending the whole time listening to you talk about the crazy day you had, staring at you like you were a sunset, or the first blossom of spring. His eyes were filled with admiration, with happiness, with love.

After dinner came dessert, your favorite flavor of ice cream, with whipped cream and a cherry on top, and a kiss to the top of your head as Izuku set it down in front of you.

When you were finished, Izuku carried you off to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed and making his way to both of your dressers. He brought over a pair of your shorts, and one of his own t-shirts. He undressed your sleepy form, stripping you down to your underwear before getting you re-dressed in the comfortable pajamas, then tucked you in under the covers. Once he had stripped down to just his boxers and a t-shirt, he snuggled up behind you, keeping you held tight in a spooning position.

Just as you were starting to drift off, you heard a whisper muffled by your hair.

“Love you, (Y/N).”

“Love you too, ‘Zuku.”

♡♡♡

Morning rolled around quickly, and you were gently guided awake by the sun drifting through the half-closed blinds. Izuku must have felt your movements to get up, and he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“Five more minutes?” He whispered in your ear, then nestled his face into your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but smile, taking the moment to settle back into Izuku’s warm embrace. You absentmindedly played with the hand he had draped over your waist, running your fingers along every scar that adorned it, dragging your soft fingertips along his calloused ones. You had seen these hands attacking villains and throwing debris from sites of disaster, always so strong, rough, and purposeful.

He was never rough with you, though his touches always had a purpose.

You knew that when you let go of his hand, and it came to rest on your thigh. It slowly trailed up your side, and under your shirt, until it gave a playful grope at your chest. You giggled, leaning your head back against Izuku’s chest.

“Need something, mister?”

“Mm, maybe.” Izuku mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his hand traveled down your stomach to play with the waistband of your shorts. “You want to…?”

You pretend to think, resting your hand atop his. “You have anywhere to be later?”

“No, do you?”

You shake your head, squeezing his hand gently. “Then I’m yours, ‘Zuku.”

Izuku’s hand gently delved into your shorts not a second after, his fingers gently swirling over your clit and dipping between your folds, coaxing gasps out of your lips and a delighted moan when he finally pressed his fingers in.

Izuku was always gentle with you, his fingers gently stretching you and pressing gently against the spot inside you that made you sing, his palm grinding against your clit. His other hand came up to squeeze your breasts and tweak your nipples through your shirt, and he peppered the back of your neck with kisses.

It wasn’t long before you were soaked through your underwear, and you could feel Izuku’s erection pressing against your ass.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, pulling your underwear off your legs while Izuku sucked your slick from his fingers. You helped roll him over onto his back, and you sat on his thighs to tug down his boxers just enough for his cock to pop free.

You licked your lips, leaning down to lick up the underside of his shaft, and a few eager kisses along the length of it, before finally straddling over him to line up the head with your dripping core.

No matter how many times you had been with Izuku, or how long you spent spreading yourself with fingers and toys, you were never prepared for his size. You lowered yourself down onto him, letting out a soft gasp when his cock was sheathed fully inside with the head bumping up against your cervix.

Izuku always let you set the pace, letting out groans and gasps with your every move. His hands were all over you, resting on your hips, groping your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “So beautiful,” He gasped out, “Perfect, gorgeous…” He gazed up at you with admiration, “A-all mine.”

“All yours.” You responded with a grin, leaning down to press a kiss to Izuku’s lips, which he eagerly returned.

You braced yourself with your hands on his scarred chest, biting down on your lower lip as your pace sped up, the room becoming filled with the gentle slap of skin against skin, punctuated by Izuku’s moans, growing louder with each drop of your hips.

You started to lose strength in your movements, and Izuku easily noticed. His hands gripped at your hips, helping you by lifting you up until he was only halfway in, before dropping you back down, at the pace you had set before.

You soon felt yourself starting to near your end, and you started to pant softly with each thrust into you, and your walls throbbed around the welcome intrusion.

Izuku couldn’t take it much longer either, and he quickly pulled you down against his chest and into a fervent kiss, his pelvis continuing to buck up into you with a newfound hurried pace.

You let out a continuous moan, jolted by each rough thrust into your core. You felt the heat inside you burning hotter and hotter, until you finally burst, letting out a pleased cry as your vision filled with stars.

Izuku fucked you through your climax, hugging you close as he neared his own end, and he finally came with one last harsh buck of his hips, spurting white against your cervix.

When you both came down, Izuku rolled over onto his side, still hugging you close with his softening cock still buried within you.

“I love you, ‘Zuku…”

“I love you s-so much, (Y/N)...”

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #domestic #fluff #fluffy sex

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honeylikewords · 4 years ago

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Can I request David for the prompt? Who takes care of whom on sick days, brings the other lunch, and brings up having kids if that’s okay...

Sure thing!

Who takes care of whom on sick days?:

It’s a pretty even split, actually, but David tends to have the stronger constitution in the couple-- cold and flu season seem to skate past him year after year, most unfairly-- so he is often the one taking care of his wife, and he doesn’t mind in the least.

It might not seem the case, given his stature and previous less-than-gentle employ, but David has a deep-running caring streak and a natural inclination towards mother-henning. He tends to fret over his wife whenever she’s ill (he always feels like it’s the end of the world and worries himself sick over her, hour after hour) and it ends up being that David’s poor wife will have to comfort him into calmness even when it’s her throwing up her guts or delirious with fever.

Still, David will sit by her side, massive paw wrapped around her small, clammy hand, daubing her forehead with a cool cloth, bringing her drinks and propping her up on comfy pillows. He’ll cook her up a hearty stew-- his own recipe!-- and slowly feed it to her himself, hands as gentle as he can make them as he holds the spoon to her lips, regardless of her insistence that she can feed herself.

He doesn’t like to talk too much when she’s sick, concerned that his voice might bother her, but she often asks him to read to her when she isn’t well; television can be too loud and too bright and too distracting, but his voice, low and deep and steady, always calms her. And David has never been one to deny her what she wants, after all, so he’ll fetch a book from their home library and take up a seat beside her and begin reading, his tone constant and hushed.

He likes to read from relatively simple books like “The Little House On The Prairie” and “The Princess Bride”; relaxing stories, familiar, welcoming. She also likes to hear old Dickensian stories in his voice, though he sometimes struggles with the more antiquated language, so she reserves that kind of request for when he’s feeling especially loquacious (and generous).

Thankfully, she’s never contracted anything too severe, so after a few days of tissues and sweat and maybe a little throwing up here and there, she’ll be back to her old self and David’s anxieties over her will begin to abate. Still, he kind of enjoys nursing her back to health, and will continue to pamper her a bit, even after the illness has subsided, if only to have the joy of taking care of her. He can’t help it; it’s so cute when she lets him feed her!

Who brings the other lunch?:

David’s wife likes to bring him lunch; the fella works really, really hard in the outdoors for nearly the whole day without taking any real breaks (aside from sitting down to drink some water every few hours), so she’ll go out and find him and bring him a sandwich and some soup in a thermos and try to bring him home with the promise of even more lunch back there. More often than not, ever the unrelenting adorer of his bride, David will give in and come back with her for a good meal.

When he can’t be lured home, she’ll accept and make sure to square up a hefty dinner so that he can make up for lost calories later when he comes home.

Inversely, if David’s home and his wife is working on something, he’ll come find wherever she is and slide her a bowl of something delicious-- he’s taken to making his own pasta and sauce from scratch, which is just magnificent-- and happily sit at her side and make sure she eats it all. It really makes him happy to know she’s healthy and fed, and even happier to know she’s enjoying something he made for her himself!

Who brings up having kids?:

David’s wife, if only because she’s the more talkative of the two. David’s wanted children since he was old enough to hold a baby in his own two hands, and it’s always been part of his dream to be a father, someday, so a major dynamic in David choosing his life partner is knowing that they, too, want kids.

Still, he waited quietly for her to bring it up of her own accord, not wanting to push the envelope or seem too desperate or out of line by asking about her intentions with having children, patiently twiddling his thumbs and hoping she’d pick up on his “subtle clues” (such as leaving magazines open on diaper ads, watching movies about families or expecting parents, pointing out little babies in public, admiring maternity clothes or picking up baby clothes and cooing over the smallness).

Of course, she could tell right away that this gentle giant who was always sticking his face into baby buggies to see the little one within and waving at toddlers and weeping to himself at commercials showing eeny weeny newborns in their mothers’ arms was a man who wanted children, and it just naturally came up through the course of their conversations.

She brought it up fairly early in the relationship one day when they were sitting at a cafe, David cramped into a tiny bistro seat and clutching at an embarrassingly small coffee cup. They watched a mother bouncing a tiny little baby on her knee and David’s beloved made a soft “oh” sound, putting her hand to her chest and smiling.

“Look at that little angel,” she said, gesturing at the baby who was now making exploratory squeaks as they reached wrinkled little hands up at their mother.

David whipped around in his chair, excited, and caught a glimpse of the baby as they stretched their absolutely minuscule arms up over their head. He made a low, happy hum, turning back around with warmth in his expression.

“I just love babies,” she began, swirling her spoon in her drink, trying to seem casual. “Their tiny rolls, their bitty noses, those cute sounds they make...”

David nodded in agreement, his smile spreading.

“Their big eyes,” he added, voice craggy and textured from underuse.

“Oh, absolutely! I hope someday I have a baby as sweet as that,” she mused, giving her aloof act her best efforts. “It’d be wonderful, wouldn’t it?”

A pinkness filled David’s cheeks and his eyes skirted quickly between her face and his hands as he began to nervously trace the rim of his mug, a wiggly smile presenting itself on his lips as he did his damnedest to suppress it. Nodding, he cleared his throat slightly.

“I’d like lots of little ones, someday,” he rumbled, cheeks turning from pink to red from the strain of trying to keep his manners in check.

“W...Would you?”

She reached over and slipped her hand over his, stroking his scarred knuckles affectionately. He looked up and locked eyes with her, melting as she gave him a reassuring nod, conveying all her love through her gaze as she delivered a squeeze to his palm.

“I’d love that,” she answered.

His whole face turned a burning, incandescent red, and his grin bloomed to take up all the real estate it could as he shyly looked down at their hands and squeezed back.

She was the one, and he knew it, right then and there. And he knew it over and over again, renewed with each passing day, and realizing it twofold, tenfold, a hundredfold when they did, one day, have their own little ones.

Thank you for requesting my dearest David!

(Prompts came from this list!)

#messages #anonymous #the mute #modern!david #long post

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idyllicstarker · 5 years ago

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Idea: Starker Tattoos

Heya.. so umm, this ask was made, a long time ago. But I actually did finally do it! I know it isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it is what came from it, so I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: Slightly fem!peter, daddy kink, one mention of the word homophobia, light smut, foul language

| Part two

“It’s just a tattoo, I don’t see what your problem is!”

The frustration in Peter’s tone was evidently getting stronger, his pitch increasing the longer this conversation went on, because for the life of him he couldn’t understand why Tony wouldn’t just let him get it. The longer he argued the more worked up he was getting. It wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument after all, and Peter was at his last straw by now.

“Well, answer me then, what’s your problem?”, he repeated, his tone firm, but increasingly strained, choked up from the emotion. Peter could never fight with Tony without getting emotional. No matter how angry he was, he could not physically argue with him without tears appearing. He hated it, because he hated seeming weak when he was trying to be strong. The nature of their relationship already meant that Tony barely took him seriously when he was trying to be authoritative; to Tony he was being nothing more than a bratty baby. But Peter wasn’t, he was genuinely

“I don’t have a problem with you getting a tattoo Peter. I just..”

Tony trailed off, letting out a sigh. He was tired, today had been a long day. He’d got through seven clients, which may not seem like a lot, but each tattoo had intricate detail, colour, and perfection. It had been a long day of concentrating, and he just wanted to rest his eyes. His migraine wasn’t helping at all, and as he learnt against the counter in his tattoo shop he found his eyes closing without his control.

As Peter watched with narrowed eyes, he scoffed, and shook his head. “You’re infuriating”, he muttered quietly to himself, turning around to grab his jacket from the communal hooks in the store. It was a small pink leather jacket, the lapel in which was dazzled with sparkling diamonds. It matched the pink thigh highs he was sporting, his white body-con dress revealing his milky thighs. When Peter had bounced into the store as the day was ending, Tony couldn’t help but lick his lips, ready to bend Peter over this very counter and fuck him right then and there. But he had to wait until Bucky (his employee and friend) to leave, and by the time he did, Tony managed to muster the self control to wait until they were back home at least. But he knew he was getting nothing tonight after this disagreement.

“Baby, come on now, where are you going? Let me just lock up and we can leave”, Tony begged, just wanting this conversation to be over. Even if he ended up not getting laid tonight, he at least wanted to curl up in their bed (or at this point maybe he’d be sleeping on the couch) knowing that Peter was safe inside their shared walls. And if he was lucky, with a little bit of coaxing and pampering, a warm bath with bubbles, and some of that cheap red wine he’d bought the other day, he’d be buried inside Peter’s walls.

Slowly approaching the smaller male, he pressed up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He was gentle enough to not hurt him, but firm enough so that Peter couldn’t squirm away like he tried to do.

“Get off me, you’ve pissed me off enough today, I’m going to Ned’s”, he hissed, which Tony only groaned at. His warm breath tickled the side of Peter’s neck, a shiver rolling over his body as his hairs stood up, the boy letting out a submissive whimper.

The sound made Tony smirk - already the boy was melting and it had barely taken any work.

“I’m sure Ned can’t take care of you like daddy can”, he growled huskily against his ear. He knew the boy top to bottom, knowing exactly what to do to make him weak. And like suspected, Peter was already leaning back against him for support. All it took was one rough push of Tony’s crotch against his ass, to have the boy letting out a moan.

“Fine, but I want a bath”, he grumbled, his cheeks pink with embarrassment knowing he’d given up way too easily. But he couldn’t exactly show up to Ned’s with the front of his dress straining against his prominent bulge.

Tony chuckled softly against his neck, his tongue slipping from his lips to lick over the warm skin slowly. He licked all the way up to his ear, letting out a soft moan once he reached it, as if Peter was the most delicious snack he’d ever had the opportunity to excite his tongue. In which, he pretty much was. “I knew I’d get through to you eventually”, he hummed, not in a particularly malicious or teasing tone. Just a simple matter of fact tone. He was quite proud of himself in a way, how easy it had been. And it confirmed that Peter wasn’t all that mad, a good thing considering Tony was sick of this conversation.

“Come on now baby, why don’t you go wait in daddy’s car”, he said, but it wasn’t a request, more like a demand, pushing his body away from Peter’s, emitting a whine from the boy. “Now Peter”, Tony said, quite sternly, delivering a rough slap down on the boys ass, licking his lips at the way it jiggled under the soft cotton, not hiding anything from Tony’s gaze, just the way he liked it. It stretched over his ass, and once again, Tong remembered just how lucky he was to have Peter. He was so perfect, and of course, not just in his body, but in every other way. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Peter’s head. “Come on Pete, I’ve gotta lock up, the sooner I do, the sooner we can leave”, he said in a softer tone this time. “And if you’re good, daddy might just help you out in the car”, he growled lowly, patting his backside gently before moving to begin to turn off all the lights.

Peter’s smile grew, nodding his head eagerly. He didn’t even say anything, way too excited to get home, tattoo forgotten. He grabbed Tony’s car key, before he practically ran out the door into the car park, scurrying to Tony’s old beaten up car, and slipping into the passenger seat. His dress was up his thighs within a second, rubbing himself through his lace panties with a moan.

Tony took a last look around the shop, letting out a sigh. His gaze flicked to the window, making sure Peter got into the car safely, but frowned a bit. His precious boy getting into the rusty old steel can, was a heavy sight - he rubbed at his head with a groan. Peter deserved so much more: limousines and sports cars, his own personal driver. Tony didn’t even know how at this point he was keeping a roof over their heads. He struggled to buy Peter clothes for god’s sake. Everything he deserved, Tony couldn’t provide. And his angel of a boyfriend never once complained. But Tony knew, or at least he thought he did, Peter was probably sick of it. He came from wealth and splendour, he was used to mansions and gold, not a shitty, dirty apartment in the rough part of the neighbourhood. Tony closed his eyes, trying to diminish these thoughts. It wasn’t long until Peter turned around and told him he’d had enough, he just had to try and build a better life for them before that.

With an aching hand he grabbed the store keys, and walked out the door, beginning to lock up.

The ride home was… pleasant, to say the least. Peter’s high pitched whines and moans filling the interior of the car whilst Tony’s large fingers filled him up perfectly, the other hand lay unshaking on the wheel as if nothing was even happening.

The rest of the night passed like usual. Before they’d even made it through the door, humping each other desperately in the elevator, and Peter giving a not so subtle moan of a “heya Alfred’, to their elderly (extremely homophobic ) neighbour as Tony carried him in. Before they’d even shut the door, Tony whispered “cum for me baby”, and Peter was crying out. His ring of flesh and muscle clenching around Tony’s fingers as he came, his body trembling in his arms. Tony shut the door in just enough time to hear Alfred shouting at them about reporting them, but neither of the two were listening.

As Peter calmed himself down, with shaky legs he climbed down and was on his knees within seconds. In just two more, Tony’s briefs and jeans were around his ankles and Peter’s lips were wrapped around his cock.

It was a while before they’d lowered their sex drives just enough to actually eat some proper food and get on with their night (the main event was always saved for later). Tony looked across at Peter from their small kitchen table as he shovelled Kraft Mac and Cheese down his throat. It was far from the five star meal Tony had wanted to give to him, but he knew he wouldn’t be getting one of those at least any time soon. But Peter didn’t seem to mind, he was content with his slightly congealed dinner (because Tony didn’t add enough milk).

“I’m still not through with this Tony”, Peter said suddenly.

Tony let out a long sigh, his fork clattering to his plate as he leant back against the creaking chair and closed his eyes.

“I don’t want you to get all moody with me Tony, but you need to realise this is important to me…”

“Why do you want a tattoo so bad Peter?”, he questioned. There was a long, pregnant silence and thus, Peter’s answer never came.

“See, you’re being silly. You just want one because you see me, and you see what I do, and you’re fascinated by it”, it was from the truth, but Peter didn’t want to give up the real answer just yet. Sure one of the reasons was because it was a big part of Tony’s life, but it wasn’t the only reason. The fact that he didn’t want to reveal it was what kept him silent. “You don’t need a tattoo my love. Trust me. Your porcelain skin is perfect without having any ink to taint it.”

“But what if it’s important to me…”

“Shush Peter now please. I don’t want to have this conversation anymore”, he continued, ignoring the fact that he’d completely cut Peter off.”It’s like what Kim whatever her last name is said: You wouldn’t put a bumper stick on Harley.”

Peter’s face scrunched up before he huffed. “It was Kim Kardashian. And a Bentley Tony, It was a Bentley. Not everyone thinks a motorbike is the most precious thing in the world like you. If you’re going to try and persuade me with pop culture references at least get them right so you don’t look like a fool at the end of it”, he snapped.

“I’m sorry baby boy. But that’s it now, come on. No more talk about tattoos.”

Of course Peter was much too stubborn to actually agree. So he stayed quiet, not promising anything but giving up for tonight. He stabbed his fork into a piece of macaroni, putting it into his mouth with a small sigh. A heavy tension warmed both of them, the only sound being their forks scraping against their bowls. It was only once Tony was finished, looking over to Peter with an almost guilty but subtle expression.

Feeling the gaze on him, Peter’s soft eyes looked up at Tony and finally he smiled.He didn’t want to argue anymore tonight “So am I still getting my bath daddy?”, he asked innocently, and with a chuckle, Tony too, began to smile.

“However could I deny my baby of his desires”, yet his smile was tight, unconvinced, because it was pretty easy when he didn’t have the money to get them in the first place.

Tony’s wish for that conversation to be the last of its kind was clearly not granted. Sure, Peter had actually waited a full month this time before inquiring again, but Tony just hadn’t wanted it to be bought up at all, but of course, the boy’s persistence was much too strong for that.

Yet his persistence was fueled by the simple reason that Peter was annoyed. Tony didn’t even want to look at the design he’d chosen, and maybe if he did he’d realise why it was so important and special for Peter to get it. So this time, he didn’t give him the choice.

They were cuddling on the couch. Peter tucked snugly under his arm, a thin, scratchy blanket draped over them as both men kept their eyes to the TV. Peter didn’t even know what they were watching, but he was bored.And it wasn’t long before his interests moved someplace else. His fingertips softly crawled down Tony’s arm, his gentle touch scarcely brushing over his skin until he reached where he wanted. Tony of course had two sleeves of tattoos, one on each arm. Starting from the bottom, Peter began to trace around the tattoos gently with his fingertips. Underneath him, Tony tensed, already knowing what was coming from that one small movement.

“Your tattoos are so pretty Tony”, Peter muttered quietly, looking up at his lover with a sincere grin.

“Thank you love, you know that means a lot to me… but you’re still not getting one.”

There was a beat of silence before Peter let out a frustrated grin. “Why are you being such an ass about this”, he eventually shouted, pulling himself away from Tony and up off the couch. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table before sitting back down with a pout making sure to leave a good couple of inches away just to emphasise how annoyed he was with the man. “You didn’t even let me finish, I didn’t even get to ask this time but you’re already saying no. Just look and you’ll understand”

Peter thrust the phone under Tony’s nose, forcing him to look at the photo on the screen “MJ drew it for me after I told her what sort of thing I wanted!”

Even Tony had to admit, the idea was cute, and he did understand why Peter wanted it. It was an infinity sign, with Tony’s initials causing a break at the top right and the bottom left. Above it was a heart, and around it birds. It stemmed from Peter’s guilty obsession with the notebook. When they first met, Tony had never watched it, and on when on their midnight picnic date, Peter said he wished he too would like to be reincarnated into a bird upon his death, and Tony looked over and somehow managed to quote the lines perfectly: ‘If you’re a bird, then I’m a bird’, before leaning in to give him a soft kiss. Of course the quote was written just under the infinity sign and honestly Tony thought it was perfect. It was drawn in such a way that it didn’t seem too much for one tattoo. It was beautiful and yet it hurt his heart.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, but I had to ask you first, I was going to get Bucky to do it, but he knows how protective you are and said he wouldn’t unless he got your permission. But if I don’t then I guess I’ll just go get it done from someone he will, whether you want me too or not. My body, my choice or whatever”, it was a clear sign Peter was seething. He was actually considering going against Tony’s word. There wasn’t exactly a power imbalance in their relationship, but usually Peter did listen to Tony, and thus far, they’d managed to always settle an agreement.

Finally, Tony lifted his gaze from the screen of the phone. He turned to look at Peter shaking his head. “Peter if you do that, I will never forgive you. You’re not getting it”, he said firmly. “That shits permanent, I would know, I do it for a living.”

Tony half expected Peter to continue to argue, maybe beg, or storm off angrily. He didn’t seem upset, at least not until Tony’s last words. As soon as they left his mouth, it was like something inside of Peter had snapped. He recoiled, bringing the phone to his chest and clutching his heart like he was in great pain.His angry expression dropped, and his eyebrows furrowed. He was hurt. No, he looked more than hurt, he looked broken. And Tony wanted it to go away.

He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. But he needed to fix it. He couldn’t have his baby that upset. Especially over him.

“Baby, whatever you think I said I didn’t mean it..”, he tried to soothe, yet Peter’s bottom lip was quivering and tears were forming in his eyes.

“Oh so you didn’t mean just to tell me our love means nothing to you”, he spoke. His voice cracked, wavering with the sudden burst of intense emotion.

“What?” Tony asked, panicking as he shook his head and reached out to touch him. But Peter was much too fast, standing before Tony could come anywhere near him. “Baby..”, Tony sighed, “Baby I didn’t say that at all”, he whispered.

“No, Tony, you did. That shits permanent huh? Yeah, you’re right, that’s exactly why I want it. Because I thought we would be too. Isn’t that what you always promise me? Me and you, forever. Then why won’t you let me get something to symbolise that. Are you gonna break up with me? Is that it?”, he was shouting now, tears streaming down his red face, all worked up from his rant.

“Peter you know that isn’t what I meant. I’m not going to break up with you. I want to be with you forever, I promise. I just don’t want you to regret it…”, he winced as soon as the words left his mouth, realising he was only making things a lot worse.

Peter let out a cry before turning on his heel and walking to the bedroom. Tony was up and after him of course but as he reached the door, a pillow was thrown to his chest and the door slammed in his face. He looked down at the Pillow and let out a small groan. Guess it was the couch tonight.

It had been a week, and Peter still wasn’t talking to Tony. The good thing - he hadn’t packed his bags and left. Tony was only hoping this was over soon because he didn’t think his back was going to survive the couch any longer. Well there was that and the fact that his baby was mad at him and he of course didn’t like that.

He’s just gotten done with a client,in the store, it had been a quiet day. With no appointments for now he’d sent Bucky on his lunch break. He sat at his chair behind the counter, letting out a deep breath to try and feel a bit more alive.

As the door opened, a small gust filled the room causing Tony to look up. He raised an eyebrow as he watched a forlorn looking Peter come trudging in. He was on his feet within an instant “Baby are you okay?”

Peter sniffled quietly, moving his hand to wipe at his eyes, and as Tony walked around the counter he noticed the tracks of tears on his pink cheeks. He opened up his arms and within seconds Peter had sunk into them, the first time in a week they’d had any sort of contact apart from minor conversations within the apartment. “Peter what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you”, he repeated, more urgently this time already plotting all the ways he could get away with murder.

“I just tried to get some groceries Tony…”, Peter said softly, causing Tony to look down at him confused, nodding his head as if coaxing him to continue. “Your card got declined…”

With those four words, Tony tensed up. His arms grew loose around Peter, despite how hard the boy struggled to hold on in an attempt to ground Tony and not have him lose his mind. But it was too late. He gently pushed Peter away, moving to sit back in his chair, his head in his hands. It was quite for a long while, too long of a while. Quiet until Peter slowly approached, taking Tony’s hands and moving them so that he could crawl into his lap, facing him.

“It’s okay Tony, we’ll figure it out. I’ll get my dad..”

“Your dad hates me. I don’t think he’ll be willing to send me money because I can’t do enough to fucking support us”, Tony spat bitterly.

Peter sighed pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips to try and calm him down. “We’ll work through it. We always have done. I’m starting at that florist around the corner next week, remember?”

Of course Tony remembered. Peter had never worked a job in his twenty one years of living. Tony knew that from the start. But Peter wasn’t a spoiled brat. He was just used to living a soft, cushy life. If he fell, there would also be pillows underneath him to break his fall. All until he met Tony.

They’d kept it a secret for a while - Peter sneaking out to see him and whatnot. But his parents were bound to find out eventually. And when they did, the ambitious and wealthy Parker’s were not happy that their only son was dating a ‘punk street rat’ as they so lovingly put it. It was either Peter broke up with him, or cut off his ties to his family. So of course Tony retaliated by gifting Peter a promise ring and the rich pretty boy’s life changed forever. His credit card was shut off, his phone bill shut off, everything Peter was used to, was gone. The only things he had left were the clothes on his back, and his actual phone. The newest at the time, but now, it was the oldest phone Peter had ever had. And it would only get older. He moved into Tony’s cramped apartment, but even now, some of the clothes he owned were still folded in his suitcase because they wouldn’t fit in Tony’s small wardrobe. He promised he’d get Peter his own, he never managed to get enough funds. In an attempt to give Peter what he was used to, he had to change a lot about the way he lived. He told Peter not to get a job - he didn’t have to help, that was Tony’s job; he paid his phone bill for him (at the expense of Tony’s own phone, which he ended up selling); he would never let the food get low like he used to, even though it meant he was spending more on it, and he’d make sure his bills were always paid on time. Before Peter, he didn’t care if he had to shower in cold water, but he never wanted his baby to take anything but a hot steamy shower; he didn’t care if he was threatened at being thrown on the streets for not paying his rent, but he would never drag Peter into something like that.

The point is, Tony never wanted anything but the best for Peter, and so he worked with what he had. But now, he’d failed. And he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

“Baby with all due respect, I don’t think your little florist job is going to do much. I have to pay bills in two weeks, rent in three, and.. Fuck.. I was meant to give Bucky his pay tomorrow!”

Peter bit down on his lip. Tony never usually let him in on the financial side of things, he didn’t like to let Peter see how hard it was to make ends meet. So, Peter was a bit at a loss with all of these things.

“I can sell some of my clothes-”, he began, but was cut off by the glare from Tony making him go quiet instantly.

“I’m not making you do that”, Tony said, he was firm, his voice wavering with slight aggression. But Peter didn’t blame him, Tony was scared, it was so clear to see in his eyes. “Peter I need you to go back to your parents and tell them that we broke up. Just say that they were right, and..”, he began to raise his voice to speak over Peter’s sounds of indignation “I know it will hurt your dignity, but for the sake of you not having to struggle through me being incredibly broke, I need you to go back.”

“It’s not my dignity Tony-”

“Peter I’m still in debt from fucking opening this place!”

“Shut up and let me finish! It’s not my dignity I’m worried about, It’s you. You’re supposed to be the one I marry. Your struggles are my struggles whether you like it or not. I’ll live on the streets if i have to, as long as it’s with you. I can go days without eating, so if it’s food you’re worried about, we’ll buy what we can and you can eat it all. If we have to leave the apartment then MJ and Ned will help us get back on our feets. And I know Bucky and his boyfriend Steve would too. If not your friends, I know you have them Tony.”

He was off his lap at this point, pacing, the desperation rich in his tone trying to get Tony to see that he wasn’t leaving him.

“Why do you want to stay with a poor fucker like me?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TONY”, Peter finally burst, turning around to shout at him, his chest heaving with each heavy breath. “Because I love you”, he repeated, quieter this time and softer.

“Don’t you love me?” he asked quietly. He seemed almost scared to hear the answer.

Yet he didn’t have to. Because Tony’s eyes flashed with guilt and Peter gasped, a sharp pain shooting through his chest as he fell forward against the counter no longer able to hold his body up himself.

“I knew it..”, he muttered quietly, refusing to look Tony in the eyes as his own filled with tears. “This is why you wouldn’t let me get the tattoo.”

Tony felt like the worst man in the world. Of course he loved Peter, but he couldn’t let him know that otherwise he’d stay and Tony would feel so much worse knowing he was putting Peter through hell. But at the mention of the tattoo he scoffed.

“Are you really going to bring that up at a time like this”, he snapped, standing from his chair and shaking his head.

“Well I guess it just confirms what I said all along. You don’t love me half as much as I love you, and forever was always just a lie..”, although Peter’s bitterness was evident, so was his pain. And as he turned around to leave through the door Tony knew deep down he couldn’t leave it like this.

“No Peter, that’s where you’re wrong”, Tony said his hands clenched into fists as he turned around to face the smaller male. He was met with Peter’s back, but he’d froze. His hope was always there, hope that Tony did actually love him.

“Look down at your hand and the ring on your finger. It was a cheap ring, it was all I could afford at the time, it’s pretty funny how I can afford even less now. It’s discoloured, It’s not the right size for your finger, but I tried my best”, he waited as Peter did so, “I gave you that as a promise that I would spend the rest of my life with you as long as you were happy, healthy and safe. If you continue to try and make ends meet with me, you will be none of those things.”

“You don’t know that..”

“I do Peter. Because even if I somehow manage to get out of this debt, and we go back to the way we were before, You still deserve better. I haven’t taken you on a date since those first few months, I haven’t got you gifts either. That ring was the last thing I ever got you. Do you know how disgusting that makes me as a man?”

Peter spun around at that, his expression hardened, clearly wanting to disagree, but Tony didn’t let him.

“I never wanted you to get the tattoo because I was set on changing our lives. I thought I was getting somewhere, but obviously I miscalculated. I wanted to give you the life you were used to, A tattoo would only be a reminder of where you started out with me. Poor, struggling, overall just living a pretty shitty life. I figured when i’d turned our lives around you wouldn’t want that reminder of how it used to be”, he said quietly, running his tongue over his bottom lip slowly.

“That’s the reason I also want you to go. Not because I don’t love you, but because I love you too much to see you suffer anymore.”

Peter let out a soft whimper, looking down to his feet.

“I’m not suffering Tony, no matter what you might think. I’m not. Sure, it was hard for me to adjust into a lifestyle I’m not used to. But never once in our two years of being together have I ever complained.”

“I just want to give you the best.”

“You already do Tony. We could be living in a homeless shelter and I still wouldn’t complain as long as I’m with you..”

Both of them fell silent. It seemed a long time before the room saw any movement. But eventually Tony opened his arms and Peter scurried into them. They stayed there for a while. Just with each other, trying not to think of what was going on around them, and just focusing on their love. Because they needed each other. And maybe Tony was finally starting to see that.

“Being woken up like this never gets old..”

Tony’s husky morning voice filled the room as Peter giggled and cuddled against his side. He’d just gotten done with his mandatory morning hickey attack on Tony’s neck, and of course his lover wasn’t complaining.

“I have to remind all your employees that you’re taken”, Peter whispered softly against his ear, his hand rubbing Tony’s chest appreciatively of the man’s body. “Especially that new secretary you have, Poppy was her name or something.. I don’t like her, I see the way she’s eyeballing you”, Peter pouted, causing Tony to chuckle and press a kiss to Peter’s pouty lips.

“It’s Pepper love, and I wouldn’t worry. I’m pretty sure she, and all of my employees remember the sinful sounds you were making as you decided to ride me on my desk with the door wide open to display the fact that I am actually owned”, Tony reminded, a fond smile on his face at the memory. It definitely set the tone for what kind of boss Tony was.

“Well I got my point across didn’t I? You’re loved nationally and internationally, I don’t wnat no one touching on my man” Peter huffed, causing Tony to chuckle and nod his head.

“Yes, yes baby, you definitely did.. So much so that I think we should repeat it right now”, he hummed softly, pulling Peter on top of his body causing the younger male to roll his eyes.

“You’re going to be late for work Tony. You can’t keep Stark industries waiting!!”

“I own it you silly”, was the reply, but Tony was far too concentrated on pressing kisses over Peter’s skin to really give it much thought, His tongue slipping under the waistband of Peter’s lace panties, emitting a soft moan from the boy. Sex back in their old apartment was mind blowing, but sex in their large mansion, on their silk sheets, just added a bit more to it if you asked him. Tony swore he’d tore this pair of underwear off the boy last night, but then again, Peter had so many sets of lingerie, Tony swore he was seeing new ones every day.

As Peter shuffled down between Tony’s legs to take the older male’s morning wood into his mouth he smiled up at him. Ever since Tony managed to set up Stark industries, and gave the tattoo shop to Bucky (of course giving him some starting funds too, not wanting him and Steve to have to go through what he and Peter did), Tony had been so much happier. Of course that was to be expected, he was stressed, but this was a better type of stress. No one was worrying about where the money was going, if they could pay bills next month. It had been a long road, with a hell of a lot of speed bumps and potholes, but they’d finally made it.

“Do you think we can go out to dinner later, just me and you? That nice restaurant you took me to when you proposed. I know it’s expensive, but it’s about time we had a date!”

Tony laughed softly, nodding his head. His fingertips running down Peter’s back and over his sides affectionately. They brushed over Peter’s tattoo, the one Tony ended up getting too, in the same place as Peter, on his side, as he hummed softly. “Of course baby”, he said softly, deliberately missing out the fact that they literally went on a restaurant date a couple of days ago.

“Now stop stalling, your little ass is tight and my cock isn’t going to lube itself”, he demanded, watching as Peter rolled his eyes and spat on his erect shaft, Tony running his fingers through his hair.

Because after all, who was he to deny his baby of his desires; especially now that he could, and he would, give him the world.

#starker #starker fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #skylars asks #skylar writes

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notsoteenagegirl · 5 years ago

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Pizzas, friends and questions

Note: This self isolation thing really gets me in the mood for writing. Sorry I only write Chris pieces, but I guess this works for me the best, at least for now lol. Here’s another one for you to enjoy, and for me to practice a little 😊

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You were done with life today. Your classes took way too long, so not only you were tired at this very moment, but also pissed at the coffee machine that decided to break just when you needed it. The minute you stepped home all you were dreaming about was to just hop in the shower, make yourself a cup of coffee and plop on the couch, trying to forget about all the stuff that was bothering you this day.

Your friends had different plans though, and they really wanted you to be a part of it. Just as you were about to put your favourite show on and relax a bit, you heard your phone ringing. Glancing at the screen, you noticed your best friend's name. Chris. You picked up, wondering why he decided to bother you just now.

"Hey mami, ready for some partying this evening?" You heard his chirpy voice.

You just frowned, not being in the mood for anything right now.

"I had a really shitty day Chris, I'd rather just stay home." You answered him. Now this could go two ways - either he's going to try to convince you to get out with him and have fun, which sometimes was necessary, or respect your decision and leave you to yourself. You really hoped he's going to pick the second option.

"C'mon, you know we're always having so much fun." Shit. He did have a point there, you were never able to be bored around him, but this time you were just not having it.

"I don't wanna go out." You mumbled into the phone.

"So you're just gonna sit there all alone?" Chris asked, maybe a bit surprised you didn't wanna hang out with him and the boys. Sitting there on your own was exactly what you needed right now. Or more specifically, disappearing under your covers, binge watching Netflix and eating your mood away.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning to do."

"Ah, okay then." You heard him giving up. It worked. "If you'll change your mind, you know where to find us."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I gotta go now." You hung up, pleased about the fact he let go that easily.

After you finished third episode of the show, along with second bowl of popcorn, you moved to the bathroom. You ran yourself a nice, warm bath, where you were just able to relax and take your mind off of the stressing events. Right before you turned into a prune, you got out of the bathtub, finishing your pampering session with moisturising your body and snuggling into the fluffiest robe you owned.

You were just about to start figuring out what you want for dinner, when once again your phone started ringing. Looking at it, you noticed Chris' name. What did he want this time?

"Yeah?" You picked up, hoping you won't have to deal with his drunk ass.

"We're on our way home, do you want some food?" You weren't expecting this; usually at this time the boys were partying at their hardest, not coming back home.

Well, if he already called you and offered you some food, you couldn't really pass on it.

"Can you get me a pizza?"

"Sure, the one you always get?" He knew exactly what kind of pizza you liked, and that there was not supposed to be any onions on it. You couldn't really ask for a better friend, could you?

"Yes, thank you Chris." You said back, grateful that he was being so thoughtful and decided to call you.

"No problem mami, we'll be back in a couple minutes." You heard him disconnect.

Waiting for the food, you prepared glasses and something to drink for the boys. Little did you know there was only one of them coming up to your apartment.

Not long after ending your phone call you heard someone knocking softly on your door. You got up off the couch, opening and seeing your best friend's smiley face. He let himself in, moving closer to the dining table.

"Here's your food mami." You saw him still holding the box, so you reached for it, ready to demolish whatever was inside of it. He brought it closer to himself though, not letting you grab it.

"But I want a hug for it." Chris grinned slightly.

You sighed, not really being in the mood for some games. But since he was nice enough to bring you your favourite pizza, you didn't have no choice but to give in. Seeing you moving closer he put the box of pizza on the table, engulfing you in a warm hug.

You wanted it to be a quick one and move on to stuffing your mouth with the food, you didn't expect your hug to feel so good though. Not only he was warm and smelled really nice, but the way his arms were gently wrapped around you made your heart melt. You let yourself stay in longer, feeling one of his hand moving to your head and stroking it softly.

You pulled away after a little while, taking a seat at the table and finally opening the good stuff that just got brought in. Chris sat next to you, filling both of your glasses, while you already started munching on the pizza. Smiling softly, he took a slice as well.

You two were just eating in silence, watching whatever was on tv. Your friend got particularly interested into something at the screen, and your eyes just absentmindedly went to his face. His soft features were changing as he got focused on the tv; his hair was looking extra soft today, and the pizza made his lips a bit more shiny and luscious looking than usual. Was it possible you were falling for your best friend? You can't lie, you were always finding him attractive, but it seemed like he was always a bit distant if it comes to something more than being just friends. Plus you really did enjoy the relationship you two had, and in no way you wanted to destroy it.

You felt him moving around and stopped staring almost immediately, not really wanting to get caught. The two of you already finished the pizza he brought in, and with full stomachs you moved onto the couch. Chris got in charge of the tv and picked something for you to watch, making himself more comfortable. At first you were try to pay attention to an actual movie, but with your stomach full of delicious food and the heat your friend created while sitting next to you, your eyelids started to get heavy. Eventually your head ended up on his shoulder, your body enjoying the presence of a warm and snuggly company. Chris moved his head gently, trying not to wake you up. It was his time to watch your face closely, and even if it felt maybe a little creepy staring at you like that while you were asleep, he couldn't help it. Seeing you being so vulnerable, yet comfortable and relaxed next to him made his stomach all bubbly, and he tried really hard not to give in and kiss you. You didn't know that, but your best friend shared the same feelings towards you. He adored you, and he wanted to ask you out so many times, but he didn't want to ruin your friendship. He loved seeing you all giggly and happy everytime your group was out, and he thought that maybe it's a little selfish, but he wanted to be the one who makes you feel that way.

Sighing softly he turned his head back, and very gently, trying not to wake you, he got off the couch. He quickly grabbed a pillow and put it under your head. Looking around he noticed a blanket laying next to the coffee table. He covered your body with it and softly tucked you in. Turning the tv off he turned around one last time, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head and moved to the door, closing it quietly after getting out of your apartment.

#cnco imagine #writing #fluff #christopher velez #cnco #cncomusic #originals

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domesticandlovingmonsters · 5 years ago

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Monster Interactions: Dating Danny (Male!Vampire)

For clarification, this is one of my ocs that I write for on this blog. If you want to know more about him, go over to my OC Description Sheet.

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There was never an official day the two of you started dating. You had flings, had dates (which you both refused to call dates. Just “outings” whenever someone would point out just how many you had.) and you’ve spent many hours at each other’s places. So, there was never an official date, you both just fell into the typical couple routine.

During the day, while you were doing your daily routine; Danny would be sleeping. You only see each other during the night and even then it would be fleeting because you were human. You needed sleep. And Danny, despite his desire to keep you awake all night, knew you needed rest. But eventually, your routines changed to give yourself more time with Danny at night.

Dates with Danny would be fun. Movie nights were a favourite and common occurrence. Danny loved movies, the B-grade monster movies to the hard-core gore fest; including the films people called “chick flicks”. Everything was entertaining to him. And he adored cuddling up with on the couch with snacks and drinks (mostly blood soaked treats or beverages for him) and letting the night roll by while the two of you gawked at how bad a movie was.

Also, expect little gifts from Danny. Nothing extravagant… maybe a really nice set of clothes you’d look downright stunning in. Maybe limit edition objects you’ve had your eye on, but never had the money to personally purchase. Little pieces of jewellery were common, and Danny never held it against you if you didn’t wear them much. But more commonly, were silly little trinkets or alley-store, dollar shop nick-nacks that instantly made him think of you.

Connor (see the OC description sheet for info) is constantly rolling his eyes at the little affectionate gestures Danny pampers you with. The two Vampires are rarely not seen together, and the poor Irish creature has to put up with love-struck Danny.

“If ya didn’t make him so happy, I’d sabotage your relationship just ta make the googly eyes stop!” Connor would be known to say to you. All with a teasing tone and in that thick accent of his.

“But then you’d have to deal with heart-broken Danny. And from what I heard from his mother, it’s not a pretty sight either.” You’d retort. All the while, Danny is loving the “fight over his affections” between you and Connor.

His Family absolutely adores you. You’re the human sibling his brother and sisters never had, and the child his parents couldn’t Turn. You were too precious and adorable.

They’d be known to “kidnap” you from Danny and swallow you up in their family dinners or outings. They’re more human activities at least. You very rarely see anything Vampiric from the family, until Danny and his siblings start getting on each other’s nerves. And a fight of supernatural power is started.

Swarms of bats and mist of red would slam into each other as the siblings fought. Snarls and growled words were exchanged in a language you didn’t recognise. But you’re never in the firing line. Until one of the siblings started to lose the fight, and you be used as a “peace offering” to Danny to stop a brutal beating.

Danny hated that they brought you into their fights. He wasn’t ashamed of his lifestyle or what he was. He’d constantly state, “If you were frightened by me or my power, then I wouldn’t have fallen for you so deeply. You would have left me a long time ago.”

And it was true. You didn’t fear him or his family. You loved him, all of him. And it allowed you to see both sides of Danny.

The smiling, cheerful, smirk wielding smart-ass that would destroy politicians with a few words. And the ancient predator that fought in wars and spilled oceans of blood. It’s no secret that Danny is a killer. Both hundreds of years before you, and any waking moment he needs to feed.

He almost never feeds from you. That is the only rule he has laid out for himself. He hasn’t told you his reasoning, but then you don’t want to push him either. You get to see him in a monstrous form or fangs and claws, carried through the night by a nightmarish creature that whispered in Danny’s sultry tone.

You got to see a whole other world that people either dreamed of or were terrified to witness. So, you didn’t question Danny when he said no to your request to experience being bitten and your blood consumed.

Because Danny allowed you to see his world, so you could do him the courtesy of respecting his one rule.

Pet Names Danny Gives You:

Babe or Baby

Silly variations of your name

Peach (because you’re sweet and delicious)

Pita (”pain in the ass”)

#Danny #Vampire #male Vampire #Male!Vampire #Danny Male!Vampire #monster interactions #vampire x reader #dating a vampire #s/o reader #s/o vampire #Danny x reader #domestic life

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sheewolf85 · 5 years ago

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How to Pamper Your Edgelord

Summary: Sans isn't used to feeling helpless, but his boyfriend is giving him good practice. Edge is in trouble, spreading himself too thin, and Sans has to get creative to find a way to help him that Edge will accept.

Notes: For @freshouttaparsnips, who has been super stressed lately. I wanted to do something for him, and this happened.

I hope you feel better soon, hun!

*lotsa hugs*

Read on AO3

Read it under the cut

If there was anything Sans was absolutely sure of about his boyfriend, it was that Edge’s pride was going to be his downfall.

Now, he wasn’t the pompous kind of prideful that left people in his wake staring in disgust and wishing he would stumble a bit as he sauntered away.

Instead, he was full of a noble pride that let him carry himself like a goddamn superhero, even including the cape sometimes, and it was sexy as all fucking hell. Edge didn’t know what a leisurely walk was; he always walked like he was on a mission, headed out to save the world.

That wasn’t the point, though. Even if Sans had daydreams and wet dreams about the way his boyfriend’s hips moved in his bone-tight pants.

No, not the point.

Sans sighed and looked down at his hands on his desk. He was facing an obstacle course here, and he wasn’t sure how to proceed. When he made a decision, would he end up finding the right path, or would he run into another dead end?

Edge was in trouble, and Sans didn’t know how to help.

Edge’d been working two jobs for the past year and a half and still barely made enough to survive. He’d just gotten another one because his brother’d had to move back in with him and couldn’t find work to help with rent or food. Red was an asshole, but he was a good asshole and did what he could to help make things easier on his brother. It sure didn’t make the money situation any easier.

To Sans, the answer was simple: Let him help. He could pay a couple months of Edge’s rent to let him catch back up, ease the stress a bit. He had more money that he could reasonably use; he didn’t need it all. He gave to charities as often as he could, which was all the damn time, and still had an abundance.

Having several patents on rare and expensive technology was pretty damn awesome sometimes.

But Edge would never accept it. His pride kicked in when money matters came up, and talking to him would often become harder than talking to a wall. He barely managed to accept Sans buying their dinner when they went on dates, but only because he absolutely insisted that he pay for some nights as well.

Usually, it never bothered Sans. Edge was a big boy and could handle himself just fine. He’d managed for years before he met Sans, and he’d continue to manage for however long they stayed together (hopefully a very long time) and even after that.

But he knew without a doubt that if he offered to pay even a half of a month’s rent, Edge would take it as an insult.

Sans sucked in a deep breath and turned back to his computer to finish the day’s work. He was going to see Edge tonight, and he really couldn’t wait. He just really hoped that making and keeping dates wasn’t adding to his boyfriend’s stress. The monster never took a single minute to himself, and Sans was worried it was going to come back and bite him in his bony ass.

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Dinner was almost done when Sans checked the time. He frowned to himself; Edge wasn’t late yet, but he’d made it a point to be fashionably early nearly every other time they had a date in at Sans’ place.

He took a breath and let it out slowly. Just because Edge wasn’t early didn’t mean he was in any kind of trouble. It was just a single break in the pattern, and Edge was fine.

But then a half an hour passed, dinner was done, and Sans had nothing left to do to occupy his thoughts or his hands. He walked over to one of his shelves that held some prototypes and failed tests and genty flicked the blade of a tiny fan. It whirred quietly in the silence of the room.

Headlights passing outside the front room window made Sans hurry over to look outside, expecting to see Edge pulling into the driveway.

Instead, his neighbor had only pulled out of theirs.

With another sigh, he checked his phone for the hundredth time. No messages, no missed calls, no nothing. He’d texted Edge three times already, asking if he was still going to be able to make it, and the lack of response wasn’t doing anything to calm Sans’ rising anxiety.

Another half hour passed, and Sans was about ready to call his brother over for some sad dinner and to take leftovers, because Sans had made plenty for the express purpose of leftovers. He might not be able to buy Edge groceries, but he could damn well make him take food by pouting about it potentially going to waste at his own home.

Just before he pressed the call button next to his brother’s name, a frantic knock was at his front door.

Fearing bad news about his boyfriend, Sans teleported right to the door and flung it open.

Edge pushed his way in and shut the door before pulling Sans into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice muffled against the collar of Sans’ shirt. He’d made an attempt at dressing up, and that was enough. “I’m sorry, Sans.”

Sans let himself hug back, so grateful that Edge was here and he was okay, not obviously hurt. He smelled like a mix of french fry grease and charred hamburger patty, and Sans never thought he’d live to see a day when that smell was anything but glorious. But on Edge, it was wrong. It smelled awful.

“what happened?” Sans asked, tightening his arms around Edge’s shoulders.

Edge moved to sit on the couch, cradling Sans against him. Sans let himself be held. He was comfortable right here with his skull against Edge’s sternum, listening to his voice as he explained.

“My shift was supposed to end at five o’clock. I would have had plenty of time to go home and shower and be here on time. A large group came in at a quarter to five, and my replacement wasn’t in by the time their order was placed. I wanted to leave. I almost told my manager that he could cook it himself if he was that worried, but he beat me to it by saying I’d be fired if I left. I can’t lose this job, Sans. I had to stay until Greg showed up, which he finally did a half an hour ago.”

Oh, Sans hated this so much. He didn’t mind listening to Edge complain, and he would be there for his boyfriend no matter what, but he hated that Edge was struggling so much when he could help out so easily.

Instead of saying any of that, he only hugged Edge tighter. “i’m not mad,” he said honestly. “i was worried about you, but i get that you couldn’t call or text me.”

Once upon a time, Sans would have said that dating a chef at a cheap diner was the best dream he could have. Edge had only recently gotten the job, but knowing how much he hated greasy food and also knowing how hard his boss was on him made the idea far less appealing. But Edge had to find another job that would be flexible around the first two jobs he had and still pay well enough to make it worth his while.

Sand didn’t think the cook job met that second standard, but he supposed Edge’s options were limited and he’d gone with the most reasonable choice.

“are you hungry at all?”

Edge sighed. “No. I’m sorry, I know whatever you made would be delicious, but I just can’t think of food right now.”

Sans nodded against Edge’s chest. “that’s okay.”

“It really isn’t. If I’d known this job was going to be like this, I would have--"

Sans reached up and slapped a hand over Edge’s mouth. “none of that. you didn’t know the job would be like this, plain and simple. you can’t go back and change the past, so let’s think about what you can do to help yourself in the future.”

Edge glowered at him. Sans only grinned. He hadn’t come up with those words on his own, no he had not. Edge had said them to him toward the beginning of their relationship, almost three years ago, and he had reminded Sans of them often over time.

Shifting a little, Edge gently took Sans’ hand and kissed his palm before pulling it away so he could speak.

“There’s not much of anything I can do at this point, Sans.” His voice was far more subdued than Sans had expected, and he wondered if Edge was worried about more than the job.

Edge was looking down at Sans’ hand in his, his long, slender fingers curling protectively over Sans’ smaller ones.

“I can’t quit. Not until Red finds a job. He is trying, I know he is, but his experience is limited to a very specific field. Not many people are looking for a surveillance expert nowadays, at least not outside the military. His PTSD limits his options even further; he can’t work around a lot of people or in a loud environment. He needs me, Sans, and if I quit or get fired from this job, then I’ll just have to find another and I was lucky to find this one.”

Sans knew only very basic information about Edge’s brother: general height, age, he was a veteran that the military had all but abandoned because he was a monster, and he’d worked in a field of science different from Sans’. Edge had said that Red didn’t like it when people talked about him, so he just didn’t. It was testament to how stressed he really was that he’d said so much.

And yet, maybe that was a good thing. If he’d known that Red had a background in surveillance or that he needed a quiet environment, he may have been able to help sooner. He gently squeezed Edge’s hand and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone.

“What if I could help?” he asked, bracing himself for Edge’s prickles.

But he just sighed and rested back against the couch. This was not normal.

“I don’t expect you to help me, Sans,” he said softly, his voice dejected. “I didn’t… I’m not… Fuck.”

And then Edge did something Sans never expected, something he didn’t even know Edge was capable of.

His chest heaved once before a red tear meandered down his right cheekbone. His eyes were closed, but it wasn’t hard to see that the dam had broken and he was struggling to contain the fallout. His arms loosened around Sans, no longer holding him, but he didn’t push him away either.

“edge?” Sans didn’t move away, only snuggled closer and rested his head on Edge’s shoulder. “i know you don’t expect me to help. i know you don’t ever complain to me with the hope of getting something out of me, but i’m serious here; what if i can help?”

“How?” Edge asked, raising his hand that wasn’t still clasped over Sans’. “How could you help me without it destroying our relationship? I’m not with you for your money, but if I take it… I couldn’t…” He suddenly grabbed Sans up in a tight hug and pressed his face into Sans’ shoulder. “I love you, Sans. But I’m scared. I’m scared because how many times is something like tonight going to happen, and I’m going to be late for our dates? Eventually you’ll get sick of it. I could never ask you to put up with that for me.”

Sans hugged him back just as tightly. “i never doubted that you weren’t with me for money. do you believe that i’m not just with you for someone to pamper and dote on?”

If that were the case, Sans would have fled the relationship three years ago, before it even started. Doting on or pampering Edge was about as safe as wearing a raw meat suit around a hungry lion. You were bound to walk away with more than a few scratches. He didn’t allow it, plain and simple.

And that was fine because there were other ways of loving him, ways that he’d accept.

Edge looked at him with watery sockets. “That’s an absurd question.”

Sans just shrugged and grinned up at him. “might be, but i want you to answer it anyway.”

With a sigh, Edge nodded. “Yes, I believe that you’re not with me just to dote on me.”

“good.” He reached up and kissed Edge gently. “because i’m not asking you to take any money for any reason. i wanna ask you some questions about red. you don’t have to answer, but it’ll help me figure out if the company that makes my tech might hire him.”

Edge was quiet for a long moment, staring down at Sans with an unreadable expression.

When he finally nodded, Sans sat up and shifted a bit so he was straddling Edge’s lap. Edge’s hands went to his hips just to hold him, his expression still strangely blank.

“would he be able to work in a small team? i’ve seen the whole facility, including the surveillance room, and it’s small and quiet. he’d have one person in the room with him at all times, just for safety reasons, and he’d have to go to a few meetings each month with the rest of the team, but arrangements could be made where he wouldn’t have to be in the big group.”

“When you say ‘small team’, how small are you meaning?”

Sans had to think back to what he’d been told. “five or six, max. there’s someone on the team already with an aversion to touch and the rest of the team is real good about it, so i know they’d have no problem adjusting to someone with ptsd. he’d just have to be clear about how he stays safe.”

Edge nodded. “If he’s good at anything, it’s making everyone aware of things that upset him.”

“he could work full time or part time. they have great benefits, even for monsters.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Edge’s mouth. “please let me help? if red can get a job, that’ll be less stress on you and you know it.”

A heavy sigh was his only answer for a few long minutes. Finally, Edge looked at him. “Don’t hire him just because we’re dating,” he said sternly.

“nope,” Sans responded. “i’m just the patent holder; i don’t make hiring decisions. i can put in a good word, though, and not just because we’re dating. if you tell me your brother is a surveillance expert, then i’m going to trust you. i don’t know him, but i know you, and you wouldn’t make something like that up.”

Edge nodded. “Let me talk with him first before I do anything, but think he might be interested.”

“sounds fair. you hungry yet?”

His answer was another sigh, this one sounding too guilty for his liking. “No. I’m sorry.”

Sans waved a hand. “eh, don’t worry about it, edgelord. i’m sure we can cook up other plans for the evening.”

“How original,” Edge said, deadpan.

“don’t gotta be original so long as i get a reaction. what if we put dinner up and then go take a shower? ‘cause i hate to say it, baby, but you stink.”

Finally, Edge smirked, a sign that he was starting to feel more comfortable. “I thought you’d enjoy eau d’greasy cafe.”

Sans chuckled. “surprisingly, it’s not so great when it’s on you. i prefer your actual scent, the natural eau d’edge.”

Edge snorted. “A shower sounds wonderful.”

Before Sans could climb off his boyfriend’s lap, Edge pulled him in close and kissed him deeply, eagerly exploring his mouth.

He pulled back with a lovely flush on his cheekbones, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“I love you, Sans,” he said sincerely. “I truly do.”

Sans leaned in and kissed him again, less needy this time. “i love you, too,” he said against Edge’s teeth. “you’re still staying the night, right?”

Edge’s grin was feral. “Of course.”

His attempt at getting off Edge’s lap was successful this time. They put dinner away quickly, then Sans took Edge’s hand and led him up the stairs toward the large, luxurious bathroom on the second floor.

Even if Edge didn’t let him pamper him the way Edge deserved to be pampered, he could still show how much he cared by getting Edge to relax for the night. Hopefully soon, the worst of his worries would be taken care of.

#my writing #kedgeup #fluff #hurt/comfort #rich/poor au

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