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Sugar Daddy Series - BTS - Jungkook

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Warnings: Sugar Daddy/Baby themes

What is his reason for wanting a sugar baby?

He's a busy man, so he doesn't have time to find someone anytime he needs someone. He also goes to a lot of formal functions at which it would be ideal to have a date.

Does he want sex/nsfw actions?

Absolutely, that's a main reason for his seeking out a sugar baby.

Does he require exclusivity? Would he be exclusive to you?

Yes, to both. With him, it's a lot about being safe, but also he's the jealous/possessive type so it only makes sense to be exclusive.

What kind of sugar baby does he prefer?

He likes someone who can take initiative and handle themselves. Basically, he wants to be able to text you a time and you're ready then to go to a function without him constantly on your case. Also, he's busy so they need to be able to handle themselves without always needing him. Of course, if he's available he's got zero problem with you coming to him or giving you attention, but when he's busy, no.

What does he require of his sugar baby?

Self-sufficiency, which means knowing when it's something serious and listening. That's also a requirement, to listen when it's serious that is not the time to be acting up. Reliability, if you tell him something you have to mean it, whether it be a time to arrive or something else.

What would upset him?

You know better than to interrupt him when he's busy, so seeing your name pop up on his phone irks him a little at work. A text checking on something would have been one thing, but to call! Then when he doesn't answer he's ticked, but he does answer now. So it better be serious, if it is then he'll get over his irritation.

The big thing, what are the details when it comes to money?

Money is nothing to Jungkook, so you have his black card in your possession. That being said, if you're going to make a purchase over a certain amount you need to ask first, but as long as you do the answer is always yes.

Is he possessive/protective?

Both. You're his baby now, after all, so no one better mess with you.

Summary:

Generous: 8/10

Possessive: 9/10

Protective: 10/10

Jealous: 9/10

Patient: 7/10

Temper: 8/10

Strict: 7/10

Kind: 4/10

Understanding: 5/10

"No sweetheart, I'm not upset, you're allowed to call me whenever you're hurt. I'll fix that every time, promise."

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: Eddie Munson has two problems, he is lonely and is tired of spending money on just himself. Lucky for Eddie his good friend Steve Harrington knows just the person to help solve these little problems, and of course that person would be you. You’re newly single after ending things with your loser ex boyfriend and Steve just wants you to experience the finer things in life for a change as well as seeing what it’s like to be treated with kindness and respect. You don’t really know Eddie and Eddie doesn’t really know you but one thing is for certain, he will make sure you get exactly what you deserve♥️

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of a toxic past relationship, language and the briefest mentions of violence (Eddie has a temper)

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: I wanted this series to be a little different and it will still be fluffy but will also include dealing with past relationship trauma✨

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*you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Think About It

Part 2: Dave

Part 3: Start Small

Part 4: Overwhelmed

Part 5: Details

Part 6: Not Real

Part 7.1: Not Okay

Part 7.2: Up Late

Part 8: You Have Five

Part 9: Teacher

Part 10: It Counts

Part 11: Care Package bonus convo with you and Eddie here

Part 12: Is This You?

Part 13: Not Like Him

[the-whispers-of-death]

I've been meaning to write for Sugar Daddy!Price, so here it is. This is me caving into my personal desires.

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact!! While this post is SFW, my blog isn't!!

Perhaps you're in need of more money because of your student debt, your inflated rent, or simply because you want to live a more lavish lifestyle. Either way, you find yourself one of those sugar baby websites, putting yourself out there for all potential sugar daddies to see.

It took you a few failed sugar daddies, who only wanted you for sex, to find John Price. He was a military man, which made you wary, but he seemed really sweet in his chats with you and the real kicker?

He didn't want you to have sex with him.

So despite your initial hesitance, you took up John's offer of going out to dinner with him to sort out all of the details of your arrangement. You put on the fanciest suit you owned, leaving the house and getting into the very nice car that John sent over to pick you up.

When you got to the restaurant, which was indeed as fancy as you thought it'd be, John was there to greet you. He hadn't yet gotten seated at the table, leading to him gently guiding you as you two followed the waiter to your table.

The hand he placed at the small of your back warmed you through your clothes, as if it was touching bare skin. His pressure was firm, but not too firm to feel as though he was the only one driving your footsteps forward. It was more protective than commanding.

"Here, let me get that for you," John murmured as he went to pull out your chair for you. Despite you both being men, he clearly seemed to still want to be a gentleman, pushing your chair in when you sat down.

He ordered the drinks, giving you the option of an alcoholic drink or a non-alcoholic one. As the waiter left you two to go over the menu after giving you your drinks, you found it was the perfect time to start the conversation.

You worried your lip briefly before speaking. "So you said you're not looking for sex, but what are you looking for?" you asked, curiosity dripping in your voice. "What does being your sugar baby entail?"

John smiled at your question, leaning back in his seat to look at you fully. "It doesn't entail much, I'm away on deployments most of the time. I just want someone to take out on dates and to be in my presence when I am home from deployments," he answered, blunt to the point where you were surprised by his honesty. "I don't expect you to only have one sugar daddy or even not have a boyfriend, though I will still pay you even if I'm on deployments, I just ask to have your attention when I am home."

"Too busy to date?" you teased, relishing in the way your comment made a mischievous glint sparkle in Price's blue eyes.

"I am too busy to date and most people don't want a partner who's away for months on end." John swiped a drop of wine off his bottom lip before it could fall, your eyes instinctively tracking the movement. He then refocused on you. "Sugar babies are much easier in that respect, I don't have to worry about someone not liking waiting for me because they're getting paid."

You took in his words, mulling it over in your mind as the waiter came back, taking your orders. You then glanced up at John, taking in his handsome features and the offer he was giving you.

It was so nice to know that even when he was going to be deployed, he'd still be sending you money. Part of you felt like you were cheating him out of a good service, but the part of you that craved the money couldn't care. He clearly didn't.

As the food arrived, you two continued to sort out everything, John writing things down for when he'd draw up a contract for you two to sign. The rest of the dinner went well and since he was paying you for this dinner, you offered to come back to his place despite the fact that there was no contract yet.

John thought it over a while before shaking his head and gently turning you down, kissing your forehead and placing you in the car. He bid you goodbye before closing the door, signaling to the chauffeur to drive you back home.

You had a feeling being John's sugar baby would be interesting to say the least.

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[namtanlovesfilm]

offgundew height differences in real life... vs the burnout syndrome poster LMAO

[buckrecs]

do you have a ceo bucky list ?

CEO!Bucky

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With Love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky might be the most powerful, successful, smartest, sexiest, most perfect CEO in all of New York but he’s your sweet and soft husband first and knows just how to show it.

Cuffing Season by @lunarbuck

Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes

SERIES

The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie

Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends). Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.

Monster-In-Law by @holylulusworld

Your mother-in-law is the worst. She will try anything to ruin your loving relationship with Bucky. Will she succeed?

Beneath The Milky Twilight by @bucksangel

Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.

Not Me by @simsadventures

Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?

Eye For An Eye by @sinner-as-saint

Battered and bruising, Y/N is out to seek sweet revenge from a man, James Buchanan Barnes, who tore her family apart 10 years ago. Y/N’s plan was simple; infiltrate his life, mess with his head, toy with his heart and leave him broken. Headstrong, she will stop at nothing, not even when it comes down to her being the villain in her own story...

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

How Tim Drake stole the show and lost millions for a good cause..... aka getting laid

Part 1

Now Bruce would like to say he knows his sons pretty well, even as he hears Alfred's voice disagreeing.

He didn't partically want to go to this gala but with Jason returning from the dead formally, and all of his children being in Gotham this was a perfect opportunity to show the Wayne family in all their glory.

As he fixes Damian's bow tie ignoring the reporters vying for his attention.

He hears a gasp.

Before swiftly as if summoned by a light the swarm of reporters leave running toward whoever just appeared.

Pulling up in a car that Bruce couldn't even name if he tried but he is a hundred percent sure isn't aloud on the god damn road.

His third youngest boy who as planned was meeting them here.

Unexpectedly has his arm wrapped around Connor Kent.

Who is wearing a blood red suit, matching perfectly with Tim's all black, but most shocking other than the multi-million dollar car if Jason's hyperventilating can be believed is the blood red diamond in Kent's ear that he's a hundred percent sure cost eight million fucking dollars.

Which was made aware by Selina who was talking about said gem because she was hoping to steal it before it was purchased by a buyer she couldn't track which is an impressive feat which is now explained by the fact that the only one person is better at hiding than a cat and that will always be a bat.

-

Walking in with Rob's arm around his waist after a joyride straight out of a movie he can't help but feel like he's flying and considering he's Superboy that a feat.

"Feeling ok, I know this can be a lot my moon?" Everytime Tim uses that godamn nickname he can't stop the blush it's embarrassing and sweet and flat out insane.

"I'm fine you worrywart, seriously Sunshine", hesitating "So far this is the best night of my life I'm on your arm Tim now show me off I was promised that I would get to see Rich Timmy in all his glory."

He smirks grabbing a thing of champagne from a passing waiter who looks terrified.

"Unless Red your pussing out on me?"

Tim's face twitches a look crossing his face before smoothing out into what Kon can only call his Red Robin smirk deadly, captivating, and always makes Kon a little wet.

"No, after all your on the arm of the richest man in here let me show you what that means."

-

[sanjisboyfie]

pass the test

-> nami x sugar daddy ! male reader

requested (kinda?) the one where sugar daddy![name] meets all of nami's friends 8k+ word count !!! everyone be fed <3333

warnings : id say none bc its jus sweeeeeeet fluff and domesticity and jokes between nami her man and her friends.

when vivi got a text from nami, the message reading “fina-fucking-lly!!!” and attached were four images, the woman easily guessed what the context was. the images showed nami cuddled up with her “mystery man” and a pleased smile on her face. the two seemed to be cuddling shirtless in bed together so vivi was able to piece two and two together.

the man, although his face was hidden, was definitely the sugar daddy that nami had been seeing for the past year or so. he was often the hot topic between the two best friends, mainly nami complaining about him never taking a hint or making a move on her while vivi just nodded along. at first, she thought nami was just in the whole dynamic for the money (which she was), but as more time passed, it became clear that nami had caught genuine feelings for the guy.

vivi chuckled at the happy smile on nami’s face as well as her messy hair, typing back a quick “congratulations, i’m glad it all worked out,” as her response. in a second she got a text back, nami insisting that the two have a girls’ night so that they can catch up. obviously, not going to pass up the chance to hear all the details, vivi agreed and the two set a time and place for their hangout.

a couple of days later, nami was getting ready and rushing around the apartment in search of her favorite necklace. [name] blinked at her, wondering what had her so hurried before clearing his throat. she whipped her head around, looking at him pleadingly, “have you seen my gold necklace? not the one you gave me, but a different one,”

scanning his memories of what she was talking about, he could vaguely recall what she was talking about. so he walked off, going into the bathroom, and emerging with the golden necklace in his fingertips. she jumped on him, hugging him tight and singing his praises.

”thank you so much, [name]!” she turned around, taking her long hair into her hands with one sweep and presenting her neck to him. immediately, he acted in clasping teh necklace around her, “i was driving myself insane trying to find it. you’re the best,” she turned around when he finished, going on her tippy toes to kiss him.

he quickly caught her by her waist and pressed himself deeper into the kiss. she laughed at his eagerness before smacking his chest to get him to let her go, “as much as i’d love to just suck face, i’ve actually got places to be,”

“places to be without me?” [name] pouted, seeing his pretty girlfriend especially dolled up, “how can i appreciate your beauty if i’m not with you?”

“sucks to suck, babe,” she winked, grabbing her purse and giving herself the once over in the mirror before grabbing the keycard to the apartment, “meeting up with vivi for the whole day, so don’t wait up okay?”

he hummed, not actually that bothered she was having the day to herself. he just planted one more kiss to her neck, reminding her, “stay safe, text me if you two need anything,” and then pulling away from her. he smiled at her and gave a gentle wave as she walked away.

nami grinned at his sweet behavior, blowing him a kiss before stepping into the elevator to get to the lobby. when she exited the building, she saw a chaffeur already waiting for her and rolled her eyes as she knew that [name] was the one who called him for her.

when she met with vivi at the familiar restaurant, she had to contain a scream of joy at seeing her best friend. the blue haired woman shared the same sentiment, biting her lip to silence herself. instead, the two shared a long hug with each other, swaying back and forth in place as they complimented the other for looking so well.

the two took a seat near the window, still giggling to themselves.

“how have you been, nami? it feels like it’s been so long,” vivi said with a pout, her glossy lips jutted outward to emphasize her words, “don’t tell me that man has you locked in some depressing apartment and this whole meeting is actually a cry for help,”

nami laughed at her friend’s attitude, shaking her head, “it definitely isn’t, just a much needed catch up, vivi,”

her friend squinted her eyes as if she didn’t believe her before dropping the act, “alright, i believe you, but let’s just not talk about men for a good twenty minutes. just girl talk, please?”

nami took ahold of her best friend’s hands and nodded, a genuine smile on her face, “duh, of course. neither of our lives revolve around men, vivi!” the blue haired woman cheered in response before picking up the menu and scanning over their options.

as promised, the first portion of their date was just focused on how the other has been, talking about their jobs and school and schedules that have been keeping them busy. nami learned that vivi was going to soon be taking over for her father’s business, as her dad was just becoming older and older. plus, vivi had a natural leadership bone in her body that her own father could recognize and knew that it should not be wasted.

on the other hand, nami filled vivi in on how she was really eager to just get her degree and be done with schooling. all the schools wree on break now, but when things got started up again, nami knew that it would be the death of her.

“well, getting a master’s is challenging, but i know it’ll be worth it when you get that degree!” vivi encouraged her, making nami nod in agreement, “at least you don’t have to worry about financial debt when you graduate too, that’s a big plus,”

nami blushed, a bashful smile coming onto her face. she bit her tongue to prevent herself from going on a tangent, especially considering vivi and her’s previous agreement to not talk about men, but it seemed vivi could read right through her.

“alright, lay it out all to me, nami. you’ve been practically shaking in your seat since you’ve sat down,”

“i have not!” nami denied, an offensive look on her face which vivi only rolled her eyes at.

”just tell me everything, girl, i’m actually really curious,” nami waited a couple of seconds, waiting for vivi to take it back, but when he saw the girl motion for her to continue, she finally let loose.

“well, me and [name] are finally dating!” she said, trying to contain her voice of excitement to not bother the other patrons of the restaurant, “made it official about a week or so ago, and vivi!!! it’s been so good, i didn’t think that he could get any sweeter but he has and continues to! he’s such a gentleman, seriously! i’m telling you right now — older men are where it’s at, vivi! if you’re ever gonna date someone, date someone at least 5 years older!”

“yeah, more like 9 years older and in a different tax bracket, right?” vivi teased, poking fun at the two’s age gap which only made nami wave her hand dismissively.

“blah, blah, blah! but, seriously, he’s sooo sweet to me,”

“you’re sure it’s not just the bare minimum?” nami deadpanned at vivi’s question.

“do you really think i’d settle for someone that doesn’t meet my expectations?”

“you’re right, my bad for assuming otherwise,” vivi grinned, enjoying nami’s snarky attitude that she had missed so much, “and, nami, if you’re happy, then i’m happy. i’m glad you two finally got together, i know how hard of a girl crush you had on him,”

“god, don’t make it sound so elementary with that phrase,” nami cringed, hiding her blushing face in her hands.

”hey, as long as he has as much of a boy crush on you as you do on him, that’s fine!” vivi teased once more, making nami only bury her head further into her hands.

nami sighed, slapping her cheeks to rid it of the warm feeling before continuing on, “that’s also another thing, [name] always makes it obvious that he’s into me as much as i’m into him. you know how many guys in college don’t even make an effort. yeah, they don’t compare to him. he’s always just saying the sweetest shit, it’d be so icky if it weren’t him. he’s just so…” nami paused trying to find the right word before settling on, “perfect. he’s really the best, vivi. i like him a lot,”

her best friend across the table softened at her sudden genuine tone, reaching across the table to hold nami’s hand, “i’m so happy for you two,”

“and everything right now is perfect. i’m just scared that i’m gonna mess it up in some way, or that our dynamic before is gonna ruin us in some way,” vivi immedaitely shook her head to show nami that she was being ridiculous. but she continued anyway, “i don’t know, i just feel like it’s all too good to be true…? i’ve always wanted a guy that’d take care of, but wouldn’t baby me, and [name]’s just that! it’s like a dream,”

“nami, you’re not going to ruin anything between you two,” vivi assured her, squeezing her hand tight, “you guys are adults. he seems like a mature guy, if anything happens, you can at least be comfortable enough to talk to each other about it. and if that doesn’t work out, then let fate take the reigns. but the point is! you don’t have to be scared of anything because it sounds to me that he’s a really understanding guy and really knows you for who you are.”

nami sighed, nodding her head as she couldn’t deny that most of what vivi was saying sounded accurate. she was just vocalizing her worries because if she didn’t she might’ve just exploded.

“don’t overthink your relationship so much either, you guys are in it together. he likes you as much as you like him, if not more, so don’t worry about things like that either,” vivi smiled, seeing that her words were slowly uplifting nami’s mood. “but there is one thing that needs to happen before you guys can even think of moving your relationship on,”

nami blinked, tilting her head in confusion.

vivi grinned in a victorious manner, winking at nami, “you gotta let him meet all of us before you guys can keep dating! we gotta see if he passes the test or not!”

“what test?!”

“the “are you worthy enough to be dating nami” test, duh,” vivi said with an eyeroll, finishing off the rest of the water in her cup before nodding, “i reckon if he brings some good food to the house party, he’s already warmed up luffy. everyone else is pretty hard to read,”

“oh, you guys can’t be serious?” nami said in an exasperated tone, letting her head hand in disbelief.

”no, we’re completely serious, like genuinely everyone’s been waiting for your relationship to move on like this so we could all meet and approve him,” vivi said, looking at her phone and then grinning at nami, “they’ve already settled for a casual house party to be held in a week from now, bring your man and we can all meet him,”

nami looked at her as if she were the spawn of satan, but vivi just continued smiling on as if there were nothing wrong. then she just dug through her purse for [name]’s card (he slipped it into her wallet before she left) and glared at her, “if you guys do anything weird to scare him off, i’ll seriously kill all of you guys,”

“yes, yes, whatever, let’s just charge his card here and move on from his discussion~”

the two parted ways after about a four hour long brunch-turned-dinner date together. nami made sure vivi got home safe with a safe uber ride, stalking her location as she rode in her own ride back home. she smiled to see vivi arrived at her house safely, thanking the chaffeur of her vehicle before going to the elevator back up to [name]’s apartment.

the first thing she smelt when the elevator door opened was the smell of freshly baked cookies.

”nami’s home, finally,” [name] cried out, emerging from the corner with an apron on and his sleeves rolled up, “was wondering when you’d come home, but i guessed that around the two or three hour mark you’d be on your way back. and i planned my baking endeavors perfectly with your arrival because,” he leaned down to kiss her midsentence, helping her out of her coat as he smoothly wrapped his arm around her waist, “tada! cookies, made them myself — out of scratch and everything,”

nami grinned, squeezing his torso in a tight hug before bounding over to the baking sheet that had chocolate chip cookies laid out on them. just as she was about to grab one, though, [name] caught her hand in his, “but! they have to sit out for maybe a couple more minutes, so no touching until then,”

she shot him a look, quirking her eyebrow, “didn’t you say you had perfect timing,”

“oh, i do, because i know exactly how to fill those minutes up,” he smirked, leaning closer and closer down to her height.

“how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, breathing in his cologne that was mixed with the scent of baked goods, a hazy look in her eyes. instead of properly answering her question, he just pressed his lips to her glossy ones.

then his hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, carrying her up to sit on the top of the kitchen island. she yelped in surprise, but was soon focused back in on the passionate kiss they hadn’t been seperated from.

his hands went to rest on the base of her neck, squeezing softly to illicite a moan from her. soon, his tongue was running over hers and she softly smiled. pushing away from him, breathlessly, she looked at him through her eyelashes, “tastes sweet,”

“got hungry halfway through,” he confessed, eyes still half-lidded and focused solely on her bruised lips. she was going to tease him further, but his lips against her own cut her off. her fingers played with his short strands of hair and allowing him full access to her mouth. she got a preview of what the cookies would end up tasting like with how he adamant he was in keeping their tongues in contact with one another.

their passionate make out session was interuppted, though, when nami’s number buzzed on the table. she cursed whatever notification set it off, knowing that [name] always backed off when her phone got any sort of message.

and just as she predicted, he pecked her lips one last time before pulling away, “anything important?” he asked, eyes trained on her face as she read the notification.

”don’t forget to tell mr. [name] we require his presence at the house party of monkey d. luffy and co!!!” vivi texted, followed my several cute emoticons to get her point across. nami’s eyebrow ticked up in annoyance at the fact that this was the message that had cut off her hot and steamy make out session short. she quickly sent a middle finger emoji back before dropping the phone back onto the counter.

“nothing important, babe,” she answered, crossing her ankles over each other as she watched him work around the kitchen. he was plating the cookies and carefully lifting the now empty baking pan from the counter and into the sink.

he washed his hands quickly before holding on up to her face with a smile, “try it?”

she obviously did as told, eager to taste the sweet treat and almost moaning in pleasure at the taste, “[name]! they’re so good!” she took another bite before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “my man is sexy and can bake — what more could i ask for?”

“anything and i’d give it to you,” [name] laughed, taking a bite of his own baking to ensure that nami wasn’t lying to spare his feelings. she finished it off, letting him wipe the side of her mouth from the spare melted chocolate. he sucked his thumb clean, grinning in glee at how his baking endeavor successfully panned out.

after they finished off a couple of sweet treats, [name] was carrying her back to their room and helping her get unready for bed.

“did you eat?” she asked him as she was taking off her makeup.

“yeah, had some food down in the lobby’s restaurant. sometimes forget how good their pasta is,” [name] noted, stripping out of his outside clothes and into a comfy (expensive) pajama set that matched with hers. she grinned at how he laid out a cute pair for her on the king sized bed. then he was walking over and hugging her from behind, watching her through the mirror.

“hm, can i ask you something?” she said slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror and waiting for his “okay” before continuing. when he nodded, she took in a deep breath and finally said what was on her mind, “well, there is a house party my friends are throwing and they invited me,”

“oh,” [name] grinned, “and?”

“well, i was thinking of going, anyway,” she said, dancing around the subject before shaking her head and forcing herself to just say it, “but they told me i could bring you if you wanted to come- they invited you too, i mean to say. so do you wanna come with me?”

[name] smiled, kissing the soft skin of her neck, “they wanna meet me?”

“yeah, they do. think i’ve talked their ears enough about you that they wanna meet the man of the hour,” nami joked, but internally she was wrecked with nerves.

“hm, i’ll go on one condition,” he said, standing up and moving to lean against the counter. he crossed his arms over his chest and had a pretty serious look on his face. so nami halted her movements, nodding and showing he had all of her attention.

“anything, what’s up?”

“one condition is,” he paused for dramatic effect before grinning like a fool, “as long as i get to be your date!”

she almost smacked him in the stomach for scaring her so much.

”go to hell, [name],” she cursed, not finding it funny to be scared half to death. but he merely laughed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before leaning back.

“obviously, i don’t mind meeting your friends, babe,” he assured her, “for a second, i thought you were going to ask if it was alright if you went out — now that would’ve scared me! asking me for permission on going out is just icky. i was about to be really concerned. but since it was a joint invitation, it's not concerning anymore!”

she smiled to herself at his lax attitude, finding it refreshing.

“the only thing is, it’s probably gonna be on friday. i know you have work, are you sure you’ll be alright going right after work?”

“do you really think i’m an old man?” [name] asked in offense, “i can keep up with you guys, i’m not that much older!”

“you’ll be a decade older than some of the people there,” she noted, feeling the urge to humble her boyfriend. and it worked because he obviously deflated at that comment.

“hey, being 34 isn’t that old…right?” he asked before immediately speaking up, “don’t actually answer that! but seriously, i didn’t think i was that old, oh god,”

“you’re not actually that old,” she assured him, kissing his cheek softly before continuing her skin care, “just putting it out there~”

“you just said that to make me feel old, you’re so mean,” he said with a pout, making her laugh at his childish expression.

the rest of the night, [name] was just watching her as she finished her nighttime routine before carrying her over to bed. nami cuddled into his side, smiling softly when she felt him playing with the ends of her long hair. that was the last thing she felt before she was whisked away to sleep.

---

before she knew it, it was already a week later and it was the day her friends would see if her boyfriend passed the test. whatever bullshit test they had in mind. she rolled her eyes at their odd behavior, but didn’t bother wasting her time thinking about it now. vivi was probably just exaggerating anyway…

“just park on the street wherever you see a spot,” nami said, noticing that it was a bit more packed than usual, “we’d be lucky to get anywhere near where his house is. ugh, i know all these cars aren’t here for him, either, so that’s just shit timing,” she sighed, mentally flipping off all the cars that were taking up street parking.

[name] chuckled at her pissed off attitude, rubbing up and down her leg to calm her down. after parking a couple of houses down from where luffy’s was, [name] stepped out of the car and then went over to the passenger side to help nami out.

due to how he was coming in from work, he was wearing a suit while nami had more casual attire on.

“i told you to put some extra clothes in the trunk,” she chided, looking at how sullen he was due to his formal clothes.

“i know, i forgot before leaving earlier. now all your friends are going to think i’m some stuck up richass,” [name] complained, shoulders slouching as he thought about how he was already making a bad first impression.

nami joined their hands together and kissed the back of his, smiling softly, “don’t worry, just buy them off and then you’ll be all set in winning their favor,”

he looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, a look of genuine confusion on his face. she laughed at his obliviousness to her joke, waving off his worries and clarifying that she was not at all serious.

“well, i hope the cookies i baked count for something at least,” he said, holding the container in his non-occupied hand. the same recipe he used when he baked for nami last week were the ones he used to make this batch. and he was sweating bullets hoping that they were going to be to everyone’s liking.

he didn’t get to try one because he was in a rush in putting them in the container, so it really was wrecking his nerves on if they were even good.

“that bottle of wine should also win over sanji, he really likes stuff like that,”

“and this is the same sanji that wanted you for himself, right?” [name] asked, remembering the name to be familiar from somewhere.

“yep,” nami said proudly, popping the “p,” “but don’t worry, [name], i’m all yours now,”

he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist as they approached the door of luffy’s house, “should i go easy on the affections in consideration of him?”

“no, there’s no point in that. he’ll be a sulking mess anyway,” nami said, adding in, “he’s a lost cause that poor guy…”

and just as her newly manicured nail rang the doorbell of luffy’s house, several heads inside all perked up.

“i hope you all have the list memorized!” one voice shouted, a stressed look on her face.

“what’s it matter anyway? they’re already boyfriend-girlfriend, right?” a voice whined, a pout on his face as he felt stressed in remembering the list.

“no! it matters a lot, so you better have it memorized! nami-san can’t be dating some sleazeball, who for all we know — could be apart of some crime syndicate and trafficking her! oh, poor nami-san! don’t worry, your real prince will save you soon, my lady!!”

“this guy just can’t accept the fact nami was never interested in him,” a tired voice sighs, obnoxiously yawning at the end of his sentence.

“but, what if he doesn’t check all the boxes on the list? what do we do then?” a curious voice asked, looking at all of his friends, “nami seems really happy, we can’t break them up over it, right?”

“of course we can, we can also forcefully get him to never speak to her again by threatening his entire family lineage,” a very optimistic voice said, making the previous speaker look at them with fear in his eyes.

“alright! enough of that! we need to pretend as if this conversation never happened!”

“what conversation?”

halfway on their walk to the entrance, nami and [name] let themselves in due to how long it was taking for anyone to answer the door.

“you seriously gotta change your locks, luffy, how many times do i have to tell you?!” nami scolded, putting the bobby pin that she used to unlock the door back into her hair. she smoothed out her clothes, looking at all of her shocked friends. “what?”

beside her was a prim looking man that was awkwardly smiling, the expression on his face looking as if he were contemplating life and death. all of nami’s friends looked at him with blank eyes, except for one that was outright glaring at his figure. and noticing where they were all looking, nami took it upon herself to start the greeting.

“alright! well, introductions are in order!” she said, clapping her hands to knock them out of their daze, “everyone, this is my boyfriend [name]! [name] meet,” nami lifted her finger as she pointed at each respective individual, “luffy, zoro, robin, chopper, sanji, and vivi!! uh, there are usually more of us here, but i guess everyone else was just busy,”

“nice to meet you all,” [name] said, waving his hand awkwardly before placing it back onto nami’s waist. that sudden action, though, caused an angry reaction to spark from a certain blonde.

“no! no! no! get your filthy hands off of nami-san this instant or i swear to god i will chop them off with my best set of knives!! get them off-” a hand was clamped onto his mouth to stop his threats from pouring out even more. [name] sweatdropped at sanji’s antics, feeling even more awkward.

no one said anything until a woman with long, light blue hair stepped forward with her hand outstretched, “lovely to finally meet you, [name], we had heard so much about you,” [name] was quick into gently shaking her own, offering her the most calm smile of his (as calm as one can get after being threatened with dismemberment).

he shook their hands for a second before letting go, “nice to meet you as well, vivi. and, haha, i hope they were all good things?” vivi smiled politely, looking back at her friends to remind them of their task at hand.

internally, a couple of the friends watching from the back ticked off a box on the list (”friendly greeting, but not too friendly. polite gesture with appropiate manners” — minor bonus points for slight humor in reply).

“now, sanji, there’s no need for you to be so rude when [name] went out of his way to gift us all something to get our night started,” nami chimed in, looking at her boyfriend to unveil the wine.

“oh, right!” he looked inside of the paper bag that he was holding, bringing out the expensive bottle of wine, “we can either open it tonight or you guys can keep it for another occasion. either way, it’s yours, so please help yourselves,”

sanji stomped his way over, grumbling under his breath as he glared at [name], “whatever, you fucker, i bet it’s just some cheap ass wine you got at the corner store,” he yanked it out of [name]’s hands, who was placcidly smiling at the chef, “yeah, what is it? i bet it’s just generic-”

the blonde’s jaw dropped as he read off the label. then he looked back up at [name], his eyes blown wide. he caressed the bottle of wine as if it were a baby, looking back and forth between it and the man, “where the hell did you get your hands on this?!”

[name] scratched the back of his head, “well, i’ve had it in my cellar for a long time, so i can’t remember originally where it was from. it was probably a gift from my company…but! it definitely came from france because my boss never cheaps out on gifts,” then he dug back into the paper bag, a smile on his face, “but this one i got myself — if you guys are more so into whiskey!”

zoro’s head perked up and he walked over, now intrigued. he was never really a wine guy, anyway.

“this one i got myself for this occasion, so like i said before if you wanna open it now or save it for later, i don’t mind!” [name] saw how interested zoro was so he handed the drink off to him, “you like whiskey?”

“i prefer sake,” zoro ruggedly answered, looking at the bottle in disinterest. but before he could read the label, it was yanked out of his hands.

sanji, the thief, had his jaw dropped once again, “you’re fucking kidding me…”

in his hands was a bottle of Christian Nourissat Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru, which is usually priced at 1,129,610 yen ($8,010USD), and in the other was a bottle of the Karuizawa ‘Fazzino’ 35 Year Old Single Malt Whiskey, which was even more expensive at 3,438,189 yen ($24,380USD). and the fact that [name] took the money out of his own wallet to buy the latter option really made sanji almost fall to his knees.

“hey, what’s the big deal sanji? drinks are drinks! open ‘em up, let’s have some fun!” an energetic voice cried out, carelessly taking the bottles out of sanji’s, practically, shaking hands and running off to the kitchen.

“oi, luffy, don’t you dare think about opening those!! we are saving that for one of our funerals and that’s it! do you hear me?!” sanji said, quick on his feet in running after the idiot ravenette.

“i told you, you didn’t have to bring the whiskey if you already had the wine,” nami scolded her boyfriend, pinching his side.

he winced at the dull pain, looking at her with an unbothered look on his face. the gesture really wasn’t that grand (- to him. to any other sane person, it was), but he still really wanted to make a good first impression, “i didn’t wanna show up with only one type of liquor…what if you guys preferred something else?” it was a weak reason, but it was the genuine one.

the rest of nami’s friends looked at [name] as if he were crazy. admitting to just spending that much money on a good first impression made them almost fearful of the amount of money he had in his bank account.

“well,” vivi cleared her throat awkwardly, “anyone want popcorn? we just popped some before you guys got here,”

mentally, robin ticked off one of the boxes on the list (”makes an effort in impressing us/working for our approval”) and laughed behind her hand. the group gathered in the living room, sanji and luffy still fighting it out in the kitchen and soon everyone was just asking [name] endless amounts of questions.

“so, how did you get a job so fancy!?” chopper was the first to eagerly ask, eyes sparkling at the fancy suit [name] was wearing, “i always thought business jobs were cool, but i’m more motivated to be a doctor! it’s what i’ve wanted to be since i was a kid!”

[name] smiled at the wonderment in chopper’s eyes, “that’s a really respectable choice, chopper. but, i just got it from working my ass off. i started just in a cubicle, but i was always trying to impress my higher ups. i was lucky enough to be in their good favor and now, i’m in this position,”

“how long did it take you?”

“hm, maybe 10 years? it was a long journey, but i’m very fortunate now, so i think it all paid off,” he grinned, “what about everyone else? have any of you already graduated?”

it felt like an odd question, one that [name] hasn’t asked in years since he himself has graduated, but it was just the age gap making itself known.

“i graduated early, but it was because my father wanted me working already,” vivi bashfully said, “i will probably go back to school in a coupe of years, but that’s my situation now.”

“i graduated a couple of years ago,” robin spoke next, “we are probably the closest in age, [name].” his eyes lit up at the notion, but she just smiled and politely said, “you’re definitely way older than me, though, but still!”

and he was backed to being in a slouched, sullen figure on the couch. laughter erupted at robin’s teasing remark, nami pushing her shoulder gently at her comment, but there was no actual hatred or protectiveness behind it.

“but after i graduated, i applied to the local museum and i’ve been working there since,” robin finished after calming herself down from her laughing fit, “it’s been really fun, it’s something i’m passionate about so i’m really happy right now,”

“then i’m glad too! that’s great to hear,” [name] said, quickly recovering from his previus sadness. he looked at the silent green haired male, goading him into telling something about himself.

“i’m still in school, but right now i work at the auto shop,” he said gruffly, taking a swig of his beer, “it’s been stressful, man, but there’s nothing i can do about it but keep getting through the days,”

[name] nodded in understanding, “hopefully with time, you’ll reap the rewards you deserve. you got it! even if the days get harder and harder, you seem like you have a strong fighting spirit!”

vivi checked off a box on her list (”doesn’t assume we’re all charity cases — not just throwing his cash at us”). the previous grandiose action with the liquor was different. if, right now, [name] said something along the lines of, “well, if you need any help wink wink, i’ll be sure to help wink wink” alluding to helping financially with their “problems” then that would’ve garnered a warning to nami.

because something like that insinuates: [name] is so full of himself and his wealth that he thinks that throwing money at problems solves them automatically.

besides, if he even tried offering such a thing to zoro — of all people — he would’ve been embarassedly shot down as the man hates it when his close friends even attempt giving him some outside help. he’s stubborn and likes to handle things by himself. so, unknowingly, [name]’s response had made zoro favor him even more (the bottle of whiskey was really cool, to zoro).

as [name] caught up with and learned more about nami’s friends, sanji and luffy finally joined them on the giant sofa with more food. seeing that sanji had finally come back, [name] reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container of baked cookies.

“and to add onto all of our treats,” he said, presenting the goods to everyone with a sheepish smile, “i know i should have asked more about your preferences, but i thought chocolate chip cookies were pretty universal…or i hope they are,”

sensing how stressed and anxious he was, nami ran her hand up and down his back to calm him down. he turned his head towards her with a thankful look in his eyes, squeezing her knee gently before looking back to the rest of the group.

sanji looked unimpressed, but vivi was grinning ear to ear, “don’t worry, [name], we all enjoy chocolate chip cookies!”

“i love them!” chopper cried out, already snatching one off of the platter.

“food is food!!!” luffy cheered, almost crashing into the table with how eager he was to get one in his mouth.

nami already was chewing on one before she looked back at zoro, “hey, where’s usopp, by the way? he told me he’s be coming,”

“he’s only running late because he’s helping kaya out with something at her place. he should come any minute, though, because he said he’d only be like thrity minutes late.”

she hummed in thought before shrugging and turning back to the rest of the group. what she saw was chopper and luffy completely suffocating her boyfriend as crocodile tears ran down their faces. in the corner, sanji was sulking and crying to his heart’s content as he too was nibbling on his own cookie.

“[name], they’re so good!!! how’d you do it!?!” luffy and chopper cried in unison, shaking him back and forth with their mouths full of chocolate chip cookies.

“they’re so yummy!” chopper added in.

“how the fuck is this bastard so perfect,” sanji scowled in his corner, finishing the last bits of his cookie.

meanwhile nami was angrily smacking luffy and chopper off of [name] with a pillow, “you’re suffocating him! hello?!”

“but he hasn’t answered our question yet!”

“he can’t answer if you’re suffocating him, luffy! be serious!”

“wait?! suffocating? someone get the doctor!! oh…wait!!!” chopper panicked, pushing luffy off of [name] and repeatedly smacking the man’s chest to get a reaction out of him, “oh no! is he dead?! i’ve failed!”

“i’m not dead, just really out of breath,” [name] replied as fast as he could, resting his open hand over his stomach. “thanks, chopper,”

“how about a thanks from me who just saved your life?” nami pointed out, looking at [name] with her arms crossed over her chest.

“thank you, my love, you’re my true lifesaver,” [name] smoothly complimented, getting up and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. she blushed at the action, smacking him on the chest to quit the pda due to how embarassing it was that all of her friends were watching.

“well, now that we have all the snacks, why don’t we put a movie on or something? i vote a scary one so that usopp can get scared when he comes in,” vivi grinned mischeviously, getting agreement from everyone except for chopper, who just grabbed a pillow to hide behind.

they turned off the lights and got comfortable. [name] took his place at the edge of the couch with nami to his right. he had his arm around her shoulder as she cuddled up into his side. her legs rested on top of his lap, his other arm securely holding them in place so that they wouldn’t fall.

“have you seen this movie already?” he asked her in a whisper, not wanting to ruin the experience for the others that were watching.

”no, is it really scary?” she asked, looking up at him as he smiled down at her.

“no, no, it’s not, you’ll be fine,” he assured her, grin only widening. for nami, she saw that as a sign of comfort, gently pecked him on the lips, and cuddled into him further to get comfortable. but really, he was grinning in mischief because he had already seen the movie and it was pretty terrifying.

but he just held her closer and didn’t bother telling her that. if it meant she would continue pressing herself into his side, he’d take all the skinship he could get.

as the movie continued on playing, [name] laughed to himself at all the familiar jumpscares, letting nami gradually come closer and closer as she was getting more and more scared. by the climax of the movie, she was sitting on his lap and cowering behind the giant blanket.

“[name],” she whined, finding his amusement in the situation annoying in comparison to how afraid she was. [name] pressed a kiss to her forehead as response, the smile on his face not faltering for even a second.

and just when there was about to be a big jumpscare, the front door was slammed open in time with the movie and made everyone in the room shout in surprise and fear. chopper threw the popcorn he was holding into the air, sanji and zoro immediately jumped into action to fight whoever was there, robin and vivi held onto each other, luffy fell onto the ground in shock (and because everyone else jumped up off of the couch), while nami jumped into [name]’s arms whilst he just stared at the front door in shock.

the figure that slammed the door open, in turn, screamed because everyone else screamed and also because of the visuals on the screen.

“what the fuck guys!?” usopp shouted, covering his eyes as he saw the horrific image of the movie staring back at him. “why the fuck are you guys watching this when it’s pitch black outside?!”

“why the fuck are you slamming the door open in the dead of night?! are you an idiot?!” nami shouted, chest heaving due to the adrenaline rush she just got. when she saw that it was just her other best friend, she felt pissed off that her heart was racing this fast just because of him. and not an actual threat.

“don’t shout at me, i’m the victim here!!”

“you’re not the victim, asshole!” sanji and zoro shouted at the same time, huffing as they fell back onto the couch with pissed off looks on their faces.

everyone was just pissed off at usopp.

[name] awkwardly cleared his throat, tapping nami’s thigh to signal her to get up, “since that was the end of the movie anyway, i’m gonna use the bathroom,” nami nodded in understanding, giving him quick directions on how to get there.

“ah, let me go with you,” usopp said, hopping back and forth between his feet (it was his pee dance).

“didn’t you just come from kaya’s? why didn’t you piss there?” zoro asked, looking at usopp with an unimpressed look on his face.

“you can’t pee at your girlfriend’s house, that’s weird…” usopp said, shooting zoro an incredulous look, “hey, man, you really can’t do that. so when you get yourself a girl, please remember that,”

the group broke out into laughter at usopp’s joke, slapping zoro on the back as he only glared back.

so usopp and [name] went upstairs, introducing themselves, “nice to meet you, usopp. that was a really funny entrance you had back there,” [name] laughed, making usopp bashfully scratch the back of his head.

“yeah, that’s me. the jokester of the group,” usopp said sticking his hand out. [name] shook his hand without wasting a second, introducing himself by name as well.

“so you and nami are serious, huh?” usopp teased, nudging [name] with his elbow, “you finally asked her to be your girlfriend, woohoo!”

“well, it was kinda more like her asking me, to be honest. but i’m really glad that we did make it official, yeah,” [name] said, an embarassed look on his face, “she’s really great, i’m glad that we’re dating now,”

usopp smiled at the genuine look on [name]’s face, slapping him on the back, “are you sure you’ll be able to keep up with her though, old man?” he teased, enjoying the way the comment obviously got to him. “i’m just teasing~”

“well, i will be trying my best to keep up with her and i’m very confident in us,” [name] said, trying to ignore the stab to his heart.

“hm, well in the meantime, take a piss, man,” usopp said, pointing to the bathroom, “and do me a favor, please make sure there’s no demon behind the shower curtain…”

[name] gave him a thumbs up before walking in and locking the door. after finishing his business and washing his hands, he did actually check behind the shower curtain and purposefully left it open so that usopp could see there were no monsters. he smiled softly as he dried his hands on a nearby hand towel, walking out to see usopp eagerly waiting.

“no monsters,” he confirmed before stepping aside.

“thanks, man,” usopp said, “oh! and you can go ahead downstairs and tell them to put on something that’s not scary!”

[name] chuckled at the way usopp slammed the door shut, making his way back downstairs.

“usopp said to put something not scary on,” he announced to the group as he settled back onto the couch.

nami took her place beside him, hugging his arm as she scowled, “that asshole, we might as well put on the scariest thing, turn off the lights, hide somewhere he won’t see us, and then scare him when he comes downstairs.”

“i was just about to say that,” robin said, taking another cookie to eat.

“well, i think we should not do that for the sake of usopp’s heart,” vivi said with a deadpan look on her face. just as she finished speaking, her phone pinged and she checked the notification quickly. she read it quickly, spared [name] one look, and then went back to directing how the rest of the night would go.

“that was weird,” nami said under her breath, catching the small action and looking in between her best friend and [name]. the man, however, was oblivious to anything and was too immersed in the conversation of what movie they would watch next.

soon, usopp joined them downstairs and jumped right in between chopper and luffy.

“hold on, before you guys start, me and vivi are gonna pop some more popcorn,” nami said, getting out from her comfortable spot next to [name] and grabbed her friend.

the moment they were in the kitchen, nami had dug the phone out of vivi’s pocket and was snooping through her recent texts. vivi, who was very blindsided to nami’s swift movement, could only blink and stare at nothingness.

“are you two serious?!” nami whisper shouted, looking at the texts vivi and usopp shared. this made the other woman snap out of it, looking at the referenced texts. “you guys actually made a list?”

“whattt? no, we did nottt!��� vivi lied, very terribly so. seeing the unimpressed and genuinely pissed off look on nami’s face, she straightened up and held onto her hands to calm her anger, “i know it sounds really bad, nami, but we’re just joking around…for the most part,”

“then why did usopp have to text you, “he washes his hands after using the bathroom — check” vivi, this is not normal behavior,”

vivi sighed, knowing that it looked very weird and creepy, but she was determined to make nami see it from their point of view, “we’re just concerned, i guess?” nami rolled her eyes and groaned, but vivi squeezed her shoulders to get her to listen, “he’s so much older, plus the way you guys met, we just wanted to make sure it was all…real,”

“you guys are unbeleviable, what do you mean “real”?”

“no, that wasn’t the right word, i’m sorry. not real — just that he was serious about you two. he’s so much older and stuff and you really like him, we all know how much you do,” cue nami rolling her eyes again, “and not to say that he doesn’t like you back jsut as much because he definitely does, it was really obvious tonight, we are just really rooting for you two to work and we wanted to kinda reassure ourselves that it would…we really care about you, nami. and i’m serious when i say it was like 90% just for fun.”

nami sighed, handing vivi her phone back, “what you’re saying really doesn’t make any sense, i hope you know that. you’re excited for our relationship, so you made a checklist of everything he does?” the two were silent as nami tried collecting her thoughts. with a finger pinching the bridge of her nose, she spoke through clenched teeth, “but! i’ll just sweep it aside because i know for a fact that you really are supportive of us. you’ve proved that before this whole silly joke of yours, but still! quit it now! don’t worry about silly shit like that.”

“it wasn’t silly, we were looking out for real, genuine red flags, too, y’know?” a single glare from nami made vivi shut up with a slight pout.

“like what?”

”…if he washed his hands after he peed…?”

“why on earth would i date a guy that didn’t wash his hands after peeing?”

“…you’re right.”

the two did end up popping more popcorn, not wanting to turn back up empty handed, but nami hogged it all for herself and [name]. the feeling of luffy staring dead into [name]’s soul began making the targetted man feel pressured to share, but nami cut him off before he could even try.

”ignore the rabid animal, [name],” nami fed him another piece, unbothered by luffy’s eyes watching them.

“but-”

“don’t worry about him, he’ll find something else to eat,”

“are you sur-”

“positive~” nami said in a sing song tone, eyes completely focused on the movie that was beginning to play.

by the end of the night, they were able to get through 3 movies before everyone felt too tired to watch any more.

“do any of you need a ride home?” [name] offered, holding a sleeping nami in his arms. he carried her with his hands looped underneath her thighs as she hugged both his neck and waist with her arms and legs, respectively. her head was buried into his neck, the suit jacket [name] was wearing earlier was now draped over her shoulders to keep her warm.

everyone but luffy, usopp, and chopper (the two other boys were sleeping over) needed a ride home. they all rejected his offer, wishing him a good night (sanji’s sounded more heartbroken than the others, though).

he carefully put nami in the passenger side, putting her seatbelt on and then gentle closing the door. he got into his driver’s side, using the same gentleness in closing his own and then checking to make sure that she was still sleeping.

he breathed a sigh of relief and grinned when he saw that she was, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“ya missed,” she spoke suddenly, almost making [name] jump in his seat at the surprise of her voice. plus the fact they just watched a couple of horror movies made him more on edge, a teensy bit. but he regained his composure and went back to properly kiss her on the lips. it was a gentle, soft kiss, but it left them both with smiles on their faces.

“sleep, princess, we got a pretty long drive home,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to make her wake up from her sleepy daze. he gently patted her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her skin, trying to goad her into sleeping.

and she was just about to, but she said one last thing before letting the rest of the car ride continue in silence.

”you’re the best boyfriend, [name],”

his heartbeat picked up at the simple comment, gently bringing them to a stop at the red light, “you’re the best girlfriend, nami.”

“no, you’re really thee best,” she yawned, turning around in the comfortable seat so that was facing the window instead of him.

just when he thought she was really asleep, she said one more thing before knocking out, “even if you didn’t check all the boxes on the list…”

“…”

waiting for her to continue and give him more context, he, unfortuantely, was left with nothing else to work with.

“haha, what do you mean by that, baby?” … “babe?” … “nami, what did you mean by that?”

[xmalereader]

• MoonKnight Sugar Daddy AU •

You can also find more stories under the MKSugardaddy tag and more stories can be found on my Main Masterlist too!

『 Warnings: Sugar daddy au, reader is the daddy, main pair is with Steven, mentions of DID, short stories, fluff, angst, Egyptian gods, Khonshu and Anubis, Jake and Marc are around, power, money, nsfw 18+ 』

〈 l 〉~ 〈 ll 〉~〈 lll 〉

Summary: After the events in Cairo, Khonshu finally frees them (not really) and both Steven and Marc are back to having a normal life. Steven tries to get his job back at the museum but Isn’t succeeding. So, what happens when the owner of the museum takes in interest in Steven and not only gets his job back but spoils the man with riches.

〔 Short Story 〕

〈 l 〉

Summary: Reader travels to Gotham to meet an old family friend with Steven coming along. ( A short story of the sugar daddy AU series with a slight crossover between Bruce Wayne and Steven grant )

〈 ll 〉

Summary: Steven hasn’t heard from the reader in weeks due to his busy schedule. Once he returns back from his work trip he pays him a visit only to find the reader sick and alone.

〈 lll 〉

Summary: Steven finally tells reader about Marc after a few months into their relationship, no longer wanting to keep his alter a secret from the person they love and care.

〈 lV 〉

Summary: Reader meets Jake and shows him his work as the avatar of Anubis along with revealing further secrets and starting a new friendship.

Ongoing…

【 Headcanons 】

Private Time

[magicaldreamfox1]

i know what you desire (you’re such a bad, bad liar)

— chapter 12: rising heat

Tension rises.

[huihuiheart]

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Warnings:  Sugar Daddy Themes, Mature themes

What is his reason for wanting a sugar baby?

He kinda loses his mind after a little bit of his emotional and sexual needs not being met, so this is a way to help him out.

Does he want sex/nsfw actions?

Yes, it is a major part of why he looked into doing this, so it's definitely going to be an aspect of the relationship.

Does he require exclusivity? Would he be exclusive to you?

He absolutely does require it. He will give it to you back; 1) because he doesn't have time otherwise and 2) he feels it wouldn't be fair of him to ask you for something like this if he won't give it too.

What kind of sugar baby does he prefer?

Someone who can listen well, he can be demanding. That doesn't mean he's not down for a little bratting on occasion but know when it's serious and to listen. Also, someone who is okay with doing public outings with him, especially in a professional setting.

What does he require of his sugar baby?

Someone who can keep it together when necessary. Basically, someone who won't throw a fit over time away or if his attention is pulled from you. Someone who understands and can read a room to know when to be serious and in control and when it's okay to let loose. He doesn't want the added stress of having to look out for your actions too.

What would upset him?

Coming home to you not being there. He doesn't require that you're at his house 24/7, but he gives you a copy of his schedule, and when he first comes back after a lot of time away he's anticipating getting time with you. This is not a secret, so to see you, not there is going to upset him.

The big thing is, what are the details when it comes to money?

He gives you a more than reasonable allowance on a card every month. That being said he can expand that for specific requests (within reason). He also always covers any costs for his sake such as outfits for professional outings with him or travel expenses to meet him.

Is he possessive/protective?

A bit of each, not anywhere near an overbearing way. He just feels a certain way about what is his and you became his sugar baby, so of course those feelings would extend to you.

Summary:

Generous: 6/10

Possessive: 6/10

Protective: 7/10

Jealous: 8/10

Patient: 4/10

Temper: 6/10

Strict: 9/10

Kind: 6/10

Understanding: 5/10

"I keep things very clear baby, you know the expectations and yet you've been a bad boy/girl. You know what that means don't you? You'll have to make it up to me somehow."

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 7.2: Up Late

Masterlist: Here

CW: Drunk ex, mentions of past toxic situations, suggestion of past violent behavior from ex bf

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies @marshmallowgem @ang3lc @angelina16torres-blog @transparentenemypenguin @alilstressyandlotdepressy

A/N: I know we all want Eddie to come in and kick some ass but remember all Eddie cares about in this moment is making sure you’re okay, so enjoy✨

“Hey sweetheart…I’m surprised you’re up this late on a work night.” “Yeah…uhm I-” “Are you okay?” “Uh yes? Kinda…but I’m-” “where are you? What’s that noise in the background? Is that…is that…someone shouting….your name?” “Yes that’s uhm..god this is so embarrassing I usually call Steven when…he does this…but he’s like half an hour away and he told me to call you and now…now-” “hey…it’s just me okay? Don’t be embarrassed…just tell me what’s going on.” “William..he’s my uhm…he’s my ex boyfriend and he…he gets drunk and…and he shows up here…and bangs on my door or…or one time he uh broke my uhm…my living room window and he yells for me…and he’s…uhm here.” “I’m on my way…where are you right now?” “I locked myself in my bedroom.” “Good stay there okay?” “Don’t hang up…please don’t hang up…” “I’m right here…just keep talking to me okay? What did you do today?” “I uhm…I painted my nails…I switched shifts with Robin so I could…uh be off Saturday morning.” “That’s nice baby what color did you do your nails?” “Pink…oh no..I think…he’s kicking the door now…what if…what if he gets in…” “he’s not going to get in sweetheart.” “He…he did this when we were together and…and he got in…and god he was so mad…so mad at me and…and I don’t want…what happened…that night...to happen again.” “Listen to me…he is not getting into your house…I won’t let him.” “Are you almost here?” “Yes I’m just about to be on your street…just a few more minutes okay?” “Don’t…don’t hurt him…please.” “I’ll do my best but I’m not making any promises.” “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry-” “Don’t apologize sweetheart…this isn’t your fault…and I will always come if you need me no matter how far away I am I will always find a way to get to you okay?” “God…of course you’d say something like that.” “I can’t help it…it’s the truth.” “This is just a lot and we just met and…and I’m just a mess Eddie and you…you shouldn’t have to see me like this.” “Don’t cry baby…please don’t cry I’m on your street and I’ll be there in less than two minutes okay? Start packing a bag for me can you do that?” “Yes…I…I can do that.” “Okay good…you’ll stay with me tonight…I just got into your driveway so I’m going to hang up okay? Is that okay?” “That’s…that’s okay…yeah you can hang up.” “One more thing…don’t look out your bedroom window please.” “Why? You…said you wouldn’t hurt him…” “I said I’d do my best but just in case please don’t look…go pack your bag sweetheart and I’ll see you in a minute.” “Okay…see you in a minute.”

[thewayuarent]

I can’t believe I was so wrong about my boy Sand

He wants to be a sugar baby

He just doesn’t want to be Ray’s dad sugar baby

I’m so proud of him for this moment you don’t understand

[25shadesoffebruary]

Do I need to pamper you and call you Sugar Daddy?

[scrumptiousstuffs]

The Heart Killers spoilers 👀

FK x Internovel 2024

(I think we kind of guess most of it anyway but it’s good to get some confirmation!)

Source on screenshots

30/07/2024

[blmpff]

Meet The Family:

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Juicy. (Part 8).

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, profanity, mentions of PTSD, public sex? A little bit of angst and fluff, but definitely NSFW 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K

Authors note: I wrote this part while soaking in my bath tub, drinking a glass of wine and listening to Jhene Aiko. I don’t call it “bad bitch fanfiction” for no reason!

Guns n Glitter masterlist.

The days following the Incident feel like a loop. Tony wakes you up with some sort of extravagant gesture, as he should, smothering you in what feels like a million kisses, and he asks you what you want to do. At first you took full advantage, shopping sprees, a random jet flight to a random city, a night out clubbing, anything and everything to distract you and make you feel normal again.

A girl being waited on hand and foot by her billionaire sugar daddy with sexy facial hair. Trademarked.

But it only works for a while. The press stalks your every move, any and every person you encounter only asks about what happened that night. All your efforts to escape fail, it only makes you feel more helpless, strung out and spread thin.

So you try a different approach, turning inwards for answers. Tony gives you his credit card to order a new skin care routine to the house. You spend hours picking at your face, soaking in the tub, drinking wine that’s a little too strong for you, trying new makeup looks with new products you splurged on. Anything to feel something.

And once again, it works for a while. Your skin and hair look amazing, you feel a little more like yourself. Reading, journaling, breathing.

But all it takes is the sound of a helicopter flying down the beach, Tony drops a tool down in the garage, a plate clatters in the sink, and you’re back to that night, glass shattering outside the bedroom door, the same glass you step on and give yourself away, watching as the intruders run after you.

You start having nightmares, jumping out of your sleep in pain, a memory of stepping on glass that night. Tony does all he can to comfort you back to sleep. You start having panic attacks, holding your breath without knowing it, anxiety attacks, a sense of fear creeping up on you from what feels like out of nowhere, consuming you.

And as normal as this is, a trauma response to the horrible thing you experienced, Tony can’t stand seeing it happen to you.

He understands, he used to suffer from similar symptoms. He knows what this is.

PTSD.

He knows talking about it helps sometimes, but it also doesn’t. It only makes you relive it, only presses play to the memories in your mind and brings you back. Nothing really helps.

The only thing he knows he can do for you is to be there for you. And when he finally decides he can’t take it anymore, he can’t watch you gasp and cry as you struggle through another panic attack, body half naked on the cold floor, shaking, so fragile and helpless, he decides to get you out of here.

He wakes you up, same as every morning, a kiss to your forehead. It feels different this time, you notice he lingers, he’s worried, and it makes you feel bad.

“Tony?”

“Hi, baby.” He smiles when you open your eyes, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smile, “You always have a surprise for me.”

But he only shakes his head, fingers tracing your collar bone. “This one is different. Better. You have to get up and get ready.”

You groan, trying to roll over and ignore him. He doesn’t let you. “But I don’t want to get out of bed today.” You protest. “I want to lay here and be naked. I want you to join me.”

He lets out a whine that you recognize, “Why do you have to torture me like that? I’m try to be cute.”

You feel him grow hard, turned on by your antics, you know you’re about to win, you reach a hand up to cup his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Come join me in bed, daddy.”

He kisses you. More like a peck, once, twice, before he’s pulling away from your grip. “You are a fucking monster, and I’m going to take you up on that offer in about an hour.” He pulls out his phone, checking it. “But we have reservations, and for the first time in my life I actually care about making them on time. So please, for the love of God, stop teasing me and put some clothes on?”

You can’t argue after he begged so nicely, your eyes lingering to the bulge in his pants as you sit up.

“Five minutes?” You bite your lip.

“Bathroom, Y/n! Before I I change my mind and don’t let you leave the bed at all today.”

You know he means it, as good as that sounds, as much as you would enjoy a good brutal fucking, you remember the ache and strain of your muscles from the last time you teased him too much. And as horny as you are, you’re slightly curious about the plans he made for you today.

So without another word, you slip out of bed and into the bathroom, using all your new products to shower, shave, exfoliate, wash your face, brush your teeth, and style your hair. You pick a cute outfit, juicy track suit, panda dunks, and a crop top. You feel so young, so cute, so yourself.

You double check in the mirror, applying lipgloss across your lips, and you watch as Tony comes to check on you, eyeing you with approval. He kisses your cheek, hands cupping your ass ever so softly before giving it a firm squeeze.

“There she is.” The comment is simple, vague, but all the reassurance you needed to feel confident. You can’t help but smile, turning to kiss him, leaving behind a shiny trace of lipgloss.

He doesn’t wipe it off, just rubs his lips together, and for some reason it turns you on a little.

“Tony Stark, you’re such a dream boat.” You fluff his hair, grabbing his hand to pull you with him as you finally leave the bathroom. He doesn’t protest, trailing behind you like a deer stuck in headlights, eyes glued to your ass, rhinestones putting him in a shimmering trance. “Where you taking me?”

“There’s a car waiting out front.” His eyes trail up to meet yours when you turn to look at him, waiting for an answer. “You don’t want to bring anything?”

The question makes you pause, “Should I be bringing something?”

“You just went shopping,” he shrugs, handing your phone to you. “You don’t need anything if you don’t want anything.”

Now you’re genuinely confused, raising an eyebrow at his antics. He only flashes you a smile, bright white teeth and teasing tone, he isn’t going to tell you anything. So you take your phone and continue downstairs, out the front door, and into the black limo parked out front.

You suddenly feel like you’re underdressed for whatever this is, but realize he’s wearing joggers and sneakers, so it can’t be anything too extravagant this time. You hope.

He pulls your feet by the ankle to rest them in his lap, a warm hand resting on your leg during the car ride. You take a few pictures, unashamed that he catches you drooling over him.

“Like what you see?” He winks at you, pulling his shades down ever so slightly.

“Fuck me Mr. Stark!” You bounce up and down in your seat, waving your hand in the air. “Me! Me! Fuck me!” He laughs at your attempt to mimic the many young girls that throw themselves at him.

It was annoying at first, early on when you were first figuring out the terms of this arrangement. It intimidated you, made you feel challenged in your roll. Until you started really spending his money, dressing yourself up, showing your face with him more. The attention was on you just as much, and he learned very quickly how it felt to have so many people publicly throw themselves at the person you were dating.

If you could call it that then.

But now, you aren’t sure what to call it at all. His laughter dies, his eyes locked with yours, and you feel that familiar tug in your chest, the feeling that you finally put a word to.

You love him, and he loves you. It scares you.

“Tony?” Your tone turns serious, and his smile fades. “Did you really mean it?”

You don’t have to elaborate. He knows exactly what you mean, matching your energy when he turns to face you fully, pulling you to sit closer.

“There is nothing I’ve ever said to you that I don’t mean.” He says honestly, voice thick with an emotion you aren’t sure you’ve seen from him before. “I love you more than you can begin to understand. You don’t know what this does for me.” He passes his finger back and forth between you, this, your connection, your bond, your presence in his life.

“All of this is worth nothing if I have no one to share it with,” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “All of this finally means something because I get to share it with you.”

The money, clothes, cars, all of it.

You understand his longing for companionship. A man like him who has seen and done it all, in the end, what was it all for if there is no one to keep your company, no one to laugh with, no one to lay beside at night and tell your darkest secrets to.

No one to love you despite all your ugly.

He reaches to grab your hand, butterflies awaken in your stomach, and you realize you don’t want this to happen. You don’t want to ruin the fun you have together, you don’t want to play the game of dancing on the edge and taking things too far.

You love him, you think you love him, you aren’t so sure now, seeing him smile at you with a trace of something else, adoration, love, it makes your stomach turn.

You don’t want to ruin this.

“That means a lot to me, Tone.” You smile through the nerves, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you too.”

But, you never say it, it’s on the tip of your tongue, hanging in the air. But, he isn’t really relationship material is he?

Is he love bombing you? You both agreed you were too busy for a relationship, agreed to see each other on the weekends in between his work and your schooling, agreed to never take it too far because it wouldn’t work.

He tried it before, it doesn’t work.

So how did you get here? So caught up in each other, so distracted by your feelings that you forget what brought you two together in the first place. Needing a distraction, needing a mutual connection that benefits both parties and doesn’t ever overstep the boundaries in place.

But is it wrong to find love in such a transactional relationship? Is this wrong?

He can sense your hesitation, he can feel it actually, your body is rigid in his arms, stiff with anxiety. He can see your thoughts, your eyes blank as you stare into his.

It makes him laugh, placing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He says. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, everything is about to change, you can feel it. But this man has just planned some kind of surprise for you, a chance to get your mind off things and return to your normal self. And here you are ruining it.

You smile, pushing back your doubts, and you notice how relieved he feels, He put his heart on the line, not sure how you would take it. You feel bad, fingers toying the the hair on the back of his head.

You do love him. But you aren’t sure how far you can take it.

His intentions seem innocent at first when he kisses you, hands slow and gentle as they grab your hips, pulling you into a straddle. It’s cute, sensual, his every move is calculated.

You barely notice his hand slip under your shirt until you feel him pinching your breast, toying with the nipple.

You want him to fuck you, grinding yourself down onto his lap, you can feel a bulge growing in his pants, the kiss is no longer innocent, lips fighting for control.

He wins, of course he does, flipping you to sit in the seat next to you, sinking down to his knees between your legs. He reaches for the waist and of your pants and your eyes dart up to the partition, drawn closed to separate you from the driver.

It must be a green light in his head, pulling your legs free to expose your bare pussy, wet and clenching at nothing for some sort of relief.

He smirks up at you, cocky as he pushes your legs further apart at the knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, teasing, payback for earlier no doubt.

You can’t help but reach for him, fingers in his hair as he works his way up your thigh, between your legs. This is what you know, this is what you are familiar with.

You gasp, lips brushing against your clit with a ghost of a kiss. You arch off the seat, chasing him, he laughs at you, your grip tightens in his hair.

“Is there something you want?”

There are so many things you want, so many ways he could give it to you. You aren’t sure what you want to ask for first.

So you don’t ask at all, grabbing his chin, “Eat my pussy.”

And you can tell he likes it by the way he moans, his tongue warm as he obeys. You’re pretty sure the diver can hear you, you wouldn’t be surprised if the audio got leaked to TMZ. You also don’t care, pulling him closer, sinking further into your seat to allow him better access.

He lifts your legs over his shoulder, hands on your hips to press you flush against his mouth, burying his face between your legs. All attempts at being in control are gone, all witty comments, any jokes you might have wanted to make about how desperately he is pleasuring. You’re an obscene mess, crop top pushed up to expose your breasts, mouth agape and chest heaving as you struggle through the pleasure, the sensation overwhelming and he flicks his tongue across your clit.

“Tony,” A breathy whine, barely audible if he hasn’t been paying such close attention, “I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues the pace he’s set until your nails are digging into this shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you squirt on his face.

There’s something degrading about it, something hot and just wrong about the way he sucks at your clit, tasting your pleasure.

You’re panting, legs shaking, pressing against his chest to get him to move, it’s too much, you can’t help but cry out at the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let up, sloppy sounds filling the air around you, along with your moans, and a second orgasm overcomes you.

He hums with approval, almost teasing you as he finally leans back, eyes twinkling, face dripping, “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?”

Oh, you feel more than better, speechless, body like jello as you watch him sit up, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, your fluids left behind. He doesn’t stop there, working his way up your chest, your neck, to the side of your face.

“Did I break you?”

It feels like a challenge more than anything, a sudden burst of energy overcoming you. “You wish.” Because yes, he was a good lay. A very good lay. But you’re even better, and you will always go the extra mile to prove it.

Because he is a high value man. Handsome, rich, protective, secure. He is a provider, hardworking. He deserves a bad bitch to match his energy.

He laughs, breathless and panting, you let him settle beside you before climbing into his lap, sitting right on top of the erection in his pants. He groans a little, every move you make to get comfortable is torture, you can feel how hard he is, pussy pulsing at the attention.

You feel so young, so alive, his hands in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss. Slow at first, until you start to grind in his lap, his kisses become more desperate, hot and passion filled, a dance and a fight for dominance and pleasure.

“Sit on it.” Not a question, you lift just enough for him to slide his joggers down, gasping at the feeling of his cock springing to attention, slapping lighting against your pussy.

You moan, reaching to grab him, hard and warm in your hand. Your eyes lock with his, guiding this cock to toy at your entrance, throbbing tip brushing against your folds.

The look he’s giving you is dangerous, encouraging, and so finally, you lower yourself down, feeling yourself stretch around him. He moans, head falling back against the seat, enjoying the feeling.

Slowly, you bottom out, reposting to shift from your knees to your feet. He welcomes the adjustment, arms wrapping around you to pull you into a gentle embrace, one hand on the small of your back, the other at the back of your neck.

“Fuck me, baby girl.” He looks drunk, mouth open and eyes dark as he pleads with you.

You love when he talks to you like this, guiding you, but letting you set the pace. It makes you feel confident, sexy, no pressure to perform.

The encouragement has you biting your lip, setting a slow pace of rising up, letting his cock slowly slip out of you, then slowly sitting back down. He takes a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

You gasp when he bites down, clenching around him at the pleasure of it, the slow pace you had tried to keep up long forgotten. You grab his shoulders for support, his head popping up to claim your lips again, hips thrusting to meet yours at a vulgar pace.

The limo slows to a stop, but you ignore it, his grip on you tightening as you fuck yourself down on him, pleasure starling to build in your stomach.

He breaks your kiss, leaning back and letting you take control. You grab his hands, fitting one against your breast and the other to grab your throat.

“You fuck me so well.” A thumb across your lower lip, “You look perfect like this.”

You can only imagine, hair a mess, lips swollen and red, tits bouncing at your efforts.

You clench around him, watching his jaw tick with restraint. His grip around your neck tightens, enough to leave a bruise you’re sure.

He’s getting close.

As hard as he’s trying to hide it from you, you can tell. And so you start to ride him faster, rising to your tippy toes.

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

His hands snap down to your waist, guiding you to go faster, his hips thrusting up to meet you. The pace has you moaning, knees growing weak, and you can’t help but lean into him.

“You gonna come for me?” You whisper.

You can hear commotion outside, cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing you, seeing you.

“Y/n,” He sounds wrecked, voice thick and scratchy, “Baby, I’m about to-“

You clamp your hand over his mouth, forcing yourself down onto his cock, giving him one last squeeze, pussy clenching around him. You feel him twitch inside you, a moan muffled against your hand as he finally comes inside of you, warm cum filling you up.

His hips buck wildly against you, riding out his pleasure, holding you in place as you help him through it, milking all he has to offer.

You uncover his mouth, letting him catch his breath. He smiles at you, a flash of pretty teeth before he kisses you, stealing your breath away one more time.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He whispers, “You are perfect in every way.”

As you should.

He helps you find your clothes, waiting for you to fix your hair and reapply a layer of lipgloss, wiping the traces of it from his face, before you finally step out of the limo. You realize you are at the airport again, jet fueled and waiting for your arrival. You aren’t sure if he was trying to distract you or if you really did get caught up in the moment, but it has you smiling, arms up in the California air as a breeze brushes your skin.

You want to be young forever, free, lit up and intoxicated on love and adrenaline. You know who you have to thank for this, his fingers at the small of your back, guiding you.

Your love, your protector.

"Where are we going?" You know he wont tell you, but you can at least attempt. He gives you nothing, just a smirk when you turn to look at him.

He is inches behind you as you ascend the stairs to the jet, his hand never leaving you. You aren't sure what this is, affection, adoration, but he can't stop touching you, pulling you to sit across his lap. You ask for champagne, he asks for a rum and coke.

He runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. You realize then what this is, his eyes twinkling as he examines you, eyes on your lips. This is love.

That anxiety creeps back up into your mind, that burning question that seems to be an instinct more than curiosity. What will happen now?

Because you could never pretend that this isn't here, this lingering feeling that turns in your stomach when he looks at you too long, that ache in your chest. The longing in your heart.

It wont just go away.

Your drinks arrive, and you're quick to down it before asking for another. His eyes are on you, but he says nothing, letting you cut loose. That is the point of this after all.

The jet door closes and takes off, Tony holding you until you’ve drunken yourself into a tipsy state, a smile on your face, body feeling light and airy as you lean back into his embrace.

He humors you, whispering stupid jokes and dirty promises in your ears while an 80’s movie plays in the background. You are at the center of his attention.

Always.

You dread the moment where this peace will be broken, the reality of your situation will have to resurface at some point. You will have to go home, you will have to go to school, you will have to decide what to do moving forward.

But for now, you let him spoil you. The jet touches down, and you instantly feel overdress when your feet touch the earth again. It's a temperate climate, not exactly tropical, but not cold either.

Clear skies and pretty blue water, you could try to play the guessing game, but knowing Tony, you would never get it right.

His lips are at your temple, a hand on the small of your back, "Welcome to Italy, baby."

The smile on your face makes all the trouble worth it, Tony decides then and there that he will spend the rest of his days trying to make you happy. He owes you at least that much.

"Tony Stark," Your eyes gleaming, "You spoil me."

His hand slides lower, giving a firm, teasing, squeeze on your ass. You can feel him toying with the rhinestones, "Juicy."

You cant help but laugh, the weight of reality lifting off your shoulders once again.