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Same anon as earlier except it's not 1 AM. Different AU where Tony's a single father and he hires a babysitter/assistant to help him out. Enter cute lil Peter Parker who's a ray of goddamn sunshine. Tony doesn't even realize he's got a daddy kink until Morgan tells Peter that she doesn't want Tony to go to work and Peter says "well Daddy works really hard". Tony's trying to figure out how to woo him when Peter's already in love with him. Potential for fluff is off the charts. If you're into that

my sweet, sweet anon. i am so sorry. you said “fluff” but i’m a complete and utter slut for “daddy fucks the babysitter” so this went a…. different direction than you maybe wanted it to. i’m sorry. i see “daddy kink,” i make it dirty. if you want fluff, i’ll be happy to write you something else!

Warnings: Peter is 19. Single Dad!Tony and Babysitter!Peter. Daddy kink, age gap, rimming, handjobs, dirty talk, cum eating. 5.6k of self-indulgence in my fav porn trope ok.

Tag list: @am-i-spidertwink, @marvel-shxt, @peterparkerstarker

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Tony was desperate. Ten minutes before he was supposed to leave for work, brushing his daughter’s hair in the bathroom and promising her a fun day at the zoo with her babysitter (he had already paid for the tickets online, the receipt for them sitting on the counter), he had gotten the call that she wouldn’t be showing up. He needed to be at work to negotiate a deal with investors, they needed him there, but she had been adamant about not showing up and hung up on him mid-plea.

Tony kept his frustrations quiet so his daughter wouldn’t hear and made a call to Pepper, who he knew would be upset with his tardiness, but she’d throw him a bone. She had been a single parent for a while before meeting her current husband. She understood Tony’s situation better than anyone.

He explained as best he could without alerting his daughter that her favorite sitter in the world wouldn’t be showing up. She was already stressed because of the meeting, and he knew he wasn’t making things easier on her.

“You don’t have a backup?” she asked once he was finished.

“No!” Tony glanced over his shoulder to make sure Morgan wasn’t listening. She was playing with her toy mechanic set, pretending to fix up the Barbie cadillac from another playset. “Melissa has always been reliable. I’ve been using her for three years! I don’t know what happened, but she’s refusing to come in today, and I don’t have a replacement.”

Pepper sighed, her breath creating static in the phone’s speaker. Tony wanted to give her a snappy remark about how this definitely affected him more than her, but she spoke before he could get the chance.

“I can give you the number for the one I use, then. Lizzy’s at my mom’s for the week,” she offered. A wave of relief crashed over Tony. “He hasn’t failed me yet, and Lizzy really likes him. He also cleans up after himself if they make a mess.”

“You use a male babysitter?”

“Is that really something you’re concerned about right now?”

Tony groaned. “No, no, whatever. Just send me his number, and let Obadiah know I’ll be late, okay? I can’t afford to be picky right now.”

—

Tony had to hand it to Pepper, she definitely knew how to pick them. The kid hadn’t answered his first call, probably thinking he was a spam number, but the second earned him a very confused and tentative hello? After explaining he was a coworker of Pepper’s and that he was desperate for a babysitter, Peter promised he would be there within the hour. Tony texted him the address and worked on coming down from his panic attack.

Explaining to Morgan that her favorite babysitter wouldn’t be there wasn’t going to be fun, but he made her pancakes for breakfast and tried to break the news to her gently. She didn’t take it well, pouting with a cheek full of pancakes and syrup.

True to his word, Peter had shown up in just under 30 minutes. His hair was a nest of messy brown curls, a wrinkled red hoodie laying unzipped on his shoulders, and he was slightly out of breath. Tony tried not to think about whether or not the kid had sprinted to his home to come to his rescue but ushered him inside.

“I can’t thank you enough for this,” he said as Peter stepped into the threshold and looked around. “I’m sorry it’s so last minute, but my usual sitter cancelled on me an hour ago.”

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to help,” Peter said. He smiled up at Tony, eyes scrunching together at the corners. “I’m sorry about your other sitter, though.”

“Morgan’s more upset than I am. I’m sorry if she’s rude to you today. Melissa is her favorite sitter.” Or was, Tony supposed. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to bring her on again after today. “How long are you available for?”

“However long you need me.” Peter shrugged. “My normal rate is twenty-five an hour, but all things considered, I can drop it to just fifteen.”

“I’ll pay you double your rate.“

"Mr. Stark, that's—”

“Its an emergency, and I can promise you I’m good for it.” Tony put a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t express how much I appreciate you accepting this job.”

Peter opened his mouth like he was going to argue but instead closed it and nodded. Tony was grateful for no more arguments and squeezed his shoulder. His hand clamped down on a fair amount of muscle.

“Okay, let’s introduce you to my little devil.”

Tony put a hand on Peter’s back and ushered him into the kitchen. Morgan was still sitting at the table with her pancakes looking to the world like a child on the verge of a tantrum. Tony knew she would never, he had raised her better than that, but that didn’t stop her face from turning red and her lips from pulling into a deep frown at the sight of them. Tony resisted the urge to apologize for his daughter’s face.

He chose to clear his throat and fix Morgan with a stern, disapproving look instead. She gave it right back. Father’s daughter, wasn’t she?

“Morgan, this is Peter,” he said. Peter gave Morgan a small wave that went ignored. “He’s going to be taking you to the zoo today instead of Melissa, okay?”

“I don’t want to go with him. I want Melissa,” Morgan stated, and Tony sighed.

Peter stood awkwardly at the entrance of the kitchen as Tony walked over to his daughter and knelt by her. Morgan moved to turn towards him, purposely putting her back to Peter as best she could in her chair. Tony would have to reprimand her about that later.

“I know, baby, but Melissa had to call out today. Peter watches your friend Lizzy for Pepper, you know? Lizzy’s with her grandma, but maybe we can see about Peter chaperoning a playdate later.” Morgan did seem to perk up at that, glancing at Peter with her big brown eyes, and then back to her dad.

“If Melissa can’t take me, why can’t you?” she asked.

Well, shit, what was Tony supposed to say to that? He knew he was needed at work, but damn, did his daughter know how to hit his weak points. Still, being absent at such an important meeting could result in his latest environmental project losing a good bit of funding. He couldn’t risk it, and the only thing stopping him was Morgan’s expert use of her pout.

His saving grace came in the form of Peter, when he stepped forward and gave Morgan that sweet, shining smile he’d given Tony earlier.

“Hey, Morgan, I know you want Daddy to stay, but his work really needs him,” he said, voice soft as he addressed her. Tony’s mouth really shouldn’t have gone dry at hearing a significantly younger man call him Daddy, of all things, but that certainly didn’t stop him. “I’ll just be with you today, and then Melissa can take care of you again tomorrow, okay?”

Morgan recognized when she was losing, at least. She turned to her dad and gave him a weak nod. Tony smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, hon. Pizza for dinner?”

“And cheese sticks.”

Tony ruffled her hair and jumped to his feet. “Thank you again, Peter. I’ve already bought the zoo tickets, the receipt’s on the counter. If you show them that, you shouldn’t have any problem getting in.”

After making sure he had everything he needed and giving Morgan as very quick kiss on her forehead, Tony was out the door and on the road. He sent Pepper a text to let her know he was on his way, and to stall the meeting if it started without him. He also thanked her for her babysitter recommendation and hoped Peter could put up with Morgan’s infamous attitude if things went south.

—

Peter very quickly became Morgan’s new favorite.

The zoo trip had been a magnanimous success, with Tony being included in the form of having pictures, text updates, and videos being sent to him. The video of his daughter screaming in a mix of disgust and delight at having a giraffe tongue curl around her hand while she attempted to feed it a bundle of leaves, with Peter holding her up and laughing, was his favorite. He had shown it to Pepper, who laughed so hard she had tears prickling in her eyes.

Tony had come home to an excited Morgan recounting their day while Peter cleaned up some of her art supplies from the coffee table in the living room. Peter had managed to keep her from repainting the carpet, another point in his favor. Morgan was absolutely smitten with him by the time Peter left, even going as far as to hug him before he was out the door.

When asked if she wanted Melissa or Peter to watch movies with her the next day, Peter’s name was practically screamed into the living room. Melissa was sent a very quick and to-the-point text that Tony was no longer interested in keeping her under his employ. A flurry of apologetic texts and pleas for the job followed, but Tony let them pile up as he helped his daughter get ready for bed.

Peter seemed to have plenty of things planned for him and Morgan to do. One day, it’s free painting classes at a local art shop. Peter was horrible at it, but he still grinned into the camera when he and Morgan took a picture together with their newly-created masterpieces. Another day, Peter took her to an air and space museum where she made a working propellor engine at a craft table and Peter cheered for her behind the camera on his phone when she got it working.

Morgan’s face lit up with each recounting of their days together, and Pepper started complaining at work of Tony hogging her babysitter. It was all lighthearted, as Peter made sure he could make time for Lizzy, too. Some days, he watched them both and sent his updates in a group chat that included both parents.

It had gone on long enough that Tony, despite a lot of internal debate and self-deprecation, had found himself eyeing the boy much more than he should. Sometimes he replayed the videos Peter sent him over and over again, if only just to hear Peter’s voice or laugh while Morgan continued on with her activities. He hated to admit it to himself, but the videos where Peter referred to him as Daddy had been saved to his phone, just so he could keep track of them and listen to the way the boy’s tongue wrapped around the word.

That word shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, as innocently as Peter had said it, but there was no denying the spike of heat that went through him every time it fell from the boy’s lips, and it was just his voice that took Tony apart. Morgan saying it made warmth spread through his chest, made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her cheek and spoil her until she was rotten. When Peter said it, it made him want to bend the boy over his kitchen table and fuck him stupid.

Tony kept their relationship professional, though. He kept his thoughts, and especially his hands, to himself. Peter was completely unaware of his feelings, and that was exactly how it should have been.

Keyword: should.

Tony’s resolve was well-tested when he came home nearly three months after having hired Peter as his babysitter. He had gone out to dinner with a few colleagues, texting Peter an update and asking him to put Morgan to bed for him. He received a confirmation text just a few moments later, along with a text for him to have fun but not too much fun.

Oh, the ways his brain managed to twist those words in a millisecond. He responded with no promises and put his phone away before Peter had a chance to reprimand him.

Dinner turned into dessert turned into drinks. Tony swallowed down his third glass of scotch and was thankful that it had been Pepper’s turn to drive that night. She was nursing a small cup of coffee the bartender had given her after she explained she was driving, and he had something whipped together for her free of charge. Tony tried not to eye it too much; it smelled amazing, and he could have killed for a cup.

Instead, he drank down the last of his drink before checking the time on his phone. Two AM. Panic ran through him. He, and surely Pepper, hadn’t meant to stay out so late. Tony paid out his tab and they both said their farewells to their colleagues before rushing out of the bar. Pepper and Tony chastised themselves the entire way for making their sitters stay so late.

Tony unlocked and tiptoed through his front door, hoping not to wake Morgan with his arrival. Goofy voices and music echoed through the house from the living room, and Tony’s heart damn near melted at the sight of Morgan curled up against Peter’s side, head turned into his stomach, while both were sound asleep on the couch. Some television show they had been watching before passing out continued on, and neither stirred at a sudden sound effect that had even Tony jumping. Both were out cold.

Peter made such a sight while sound asleep; his face was relaxed, no sign of stress, and he was smiling, goddamn smiling, in his sleep, head turned away from the side Morgan had snuggled up to and propped his cheek on his hand. His soft brown hair was just a little mussed up, as if he had fallen asleep against the backrest before propping himself up. Soft snores came with each breath in.

God, what Tony wouldn’t give to not have to wake him. He’d been there before, though, and knew Peter would wake up with a sore neck and shoulder if he didn’t do something.

He gave Peter a small shake at first, and while the boy’s head bobbled in his palm, he didn’t seem to stir. Tony gave him a few moments to come to before giving him another shake, this one a little more forceful. Peter’s brow furrowed, mouth scrunching up in a frown. He made a noise from his throat.

“Daddy,” Peter murmured, and Tony’s heart just about jumped into his chest. There was none of the cheeriness in his voice, the way he said it to Morgan. It was sleepy and groggy, and Tony tried not to let his brain hold onto the way it had so easily been said. Too late.

Tony chuckled to himself, a deeper sound than he meant it to be. “Yeah, Pete, it’s your Daddy. Come on, get up.”

Tony gave him another shake, and that seemed to do it. Peter’s beautiful brown eyes opened up, staring dreamily at him for a moment, before he blinked rapidly and straightened up. His cheeks and neck turned a beautiful rosy color, like he knew exactly what he had said while Tony was waking him up. His voice was sleep-addled and scratchy when he sputtered out a quiet, “M-Mr. Stark!”

Tony shushed him and nodded to Morgan. “Don’t want to wake her, do we?” he asked, and he tried to keep his tone as even as possible. The alcohol in his system made that leagues harder than necessary.

Peter rubbed at his eyes, pointedly keeping them downcast. “What time is it?”

“Little after two-thirty. I’m gonna take her to bed myself, if you don’t mind.”

Peter moved so Tony could scoop his daughter up into his arms, but he made sure his hands brushed the boy’s thigh. The choked noise Peter made sent electricity crackling along his skin, and Tony pretended not to notice it.

Tony got Morgan comfortable in bed. He pulled her thick comforter over her, stroking her hair out of her face and giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. With her favorite llama toy tucked up under her arm, Tony made sure to turn on her night light, sending lit shadows of stars and moons spinning around her periwinkle-painted room. She stayed asleep as he shut her door behind him.

Peter had stayed behind to clean up some of the mess from the living room, and looked to the world a guilty criminal when he said quietly, “I’m so sorry for letting her fall asleep on the couch, Mr. Stark. I’ve been studying all week for finals and I’ve been so tired, I must have just passed out.”

Tony put a hand up, waving dismissively. “It’s okay, kid. No harm done, she’s sound asleep.”

Peter visibly relaxed at that, closing one of Morgan’s coloring cooks and collecting the scattered crayons and colored pencils on the table. Tony made a pit stop in the kitchen to drink a glass of water because god, Peter’s thighs looked absolutely gorgeous in his dark skinny jeans. His hoodie was scrunched up around his hips, showing off the perfect curve of his ass when he bent over to retrieve a stray sheet of paper.

Tony turned away from the scene of Peter bending over to clean and finished his glass in record time.

When he had finally crawled out of his hiding place by the fridge, he caught Peter sitting on the couch with his black backpack between his legs and stuffing notebooks and papers into it. He barely looked up when Tony came and joined him, making sure he was sitting close enough that their knees touched.

“Pep and I didn’t mean to stay out so late,” he said, and Peter’s head snapped up to look at him. “I hope I wasn’t keeping you from anything important.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine.” Peter ducked his head. “Morgan and I just watched a few movies, and she colored while I was studying. It was a really quiet night. I think we were both out before ten o’clock.”

Tony chuckled, his hand coming down on Peter’s thigh. “I’m glad you had such a good night, then. I have a guest room upstairs, if you want.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to the hand on his thigh, but he made no move to remove it or ask Tony to do so. Instead, he seemed to shift closer, and Tony’s hand just barely squeezed his leg. “I don’t want to put you out, Mr. Stark.”

“You’re not, kid. And it’s better than trying to get home at this hour, don’t you think?”

Peter’s lips fell apart, likely a response prepared in his head, but he never said it, as Tony’s hand moving up just a touch made him shut his mouth so quickly his teeth clicked together. A moment of hesitation passed between them; Tony had an apology prepared in his head, to blame it on the alcohol and forgetting his professionalism. He would take his hand away and retreat into his room.

Instead, Peter ducked his gaze, chewed his lip, met Tony’s eyes again.

“Mr. Stark,” he said, and he sounded wonderfully breathless.

“Hm?”

He hesitated again. “If this is going where I think it is,” he started, voice cracking with each slowly-uttered word, “you need to make the first move. I don’t know if I—”

Tony didn’t wait for more permission. His other hand reached for Peter’s neck, two fingers burying themselves in the soft curls at the nape, and he sat himself up to meet Peter in the kiss halfway through. The collision of their lips draws out a startled noise from him, and for a moment, Tony wondered if maybe that was the wrong move, that maybe he was coming on too strong.

Tony’s fears were put to rest when Peter moved closer across the cushion, kissing him back, letting Tony’s tongue breach the seam of his lips. Tony leaned back, just a hair to catch his breath, and Peter followed him. He scrambled into Tony’s lap and took Tony’s face in both his hands. Tony’s tongue slipped back into his mouth, and the sweet noise he made had Tony’s cock twitching in his pants. His hands framed the boy’s thin hips, guiding him to grind down.

It’s electric, feeling Peter fit so perfectly against the palm of his hands. The shirt he was wearing rode up and Tony could feel the exposed skin against his fingertips. He was so soft and warm, and Tony wanted nothing more than to get his hands on more of Peter’s skin.

His hips jerked up suddenly when he felt fingers between them, sneaking their way down his stomach until they found the growing bulge between Tony’s thighs. Peter stroked along the swollen shaft of Tony’s cock and squeezed around him with a roll of his hips. Tony moaned into Peter’s mouth and slipped his fingers through his hair.

They had to come up for air, eventually. Peter’s heavy breaths mixed with Tony’s, lips spit-slick and red, and the brown of his eyes were beginning to give way to blackened lust. Tony took in every detail. He raised his hand to thumb at Peter’s bottom lip, and he sucked in a breath when Peter leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the digit, and hollowed his cheeks while letting his tongue swipe over the pad. Tony couldn’t help but groan, pulling himself free with a wet pop.

There was still spit hanging from Peter’s lip when he pulled back, a shiny stripe reaching all the way down to his chin.

“Holy fuck, baby,” Tony said, and he realized just how much breath Peter had stolen from him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

A tight squeeze from Peter’s fingers had his hips jerking, a groan pouring between his lips. Peter kissed him once, drew his bottom lip between his teeth. Tony followed when he pulled away. Peter’s hand on his crotch slid up and pushed against Tony’s chest to stop him.

“Yeah?” Peter whispered, rolling his hips. “How long? Tell me how long.”

The desperation in his voice made Tony’s heart skip a beat. He wanted nothing more than to taste Peter’s mouth again, to get his lips on his skin. Tony’s hands clamping down on his hips had Peter gasping.

“When you called me ‘daddy’ for the first time, that first day I hired you.” Peter let Tony drag him down into another wet and sloppy kiss. “Got my blood going like you wouldn’t believe.”

Peter moaned into the kiss, hot breath against Tony’s lips, hitching when Tony’s teeth pinched his bottom lip. His fingers sifted through Tony’s hair and paid special attention to the grays at his temple, and he rocked his hips against Tony’s hands as they slipped beneath his shirt and mapped out each muscle of his back. A shiver ran through him, and instead of Tony’s name falling from his lips, he leaned to mouth the word Daddy into Tony’s mouth.

It took every ounce of Tony’s self control not to throw him onto the couch and take him there Instead, he pushed Peter’s shirt higher, and the boy whipped it off himself, silently encouraging Tony’s hands to roam while pulling him in for a kiss. Raking his nails down the boy’s sides and latching his mouth to a pink, peaked nipple earned Tony a delicious little sound.

Peter’s fingers pulling on his hair make his scalp sting, and that painful throb went straight to his cock.

“Get up, baby,” Tony said, his breath overtaking each word. “On your feet, turn around. I want to get my mouth on you.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy, please.”

Tony had to bite back against the wave of arousal that ran through him at that word, the way Peter said it, how eagerly he followed Tony’s orders and jumped to his feet. He reached back when Tony’s lips pressed against the skin of his hip. Tony left open-mouthed kisses along Peter’s spine, drinking in each sound he made, chuckling as one of his hands slid between the boy’s legs to cup the tenting bulge in his jeans. Peter nearly doubled over at his touch.

After nearly sending Peter to the floor with his rough touches, Tony felt up to the button at his waistband and toyed with the zipper once it was undone. He paused, waiting for permission, until Peter was rocking his hips forward and begging Tony to keep going.

“Ssshh, Petey, I’ve got you.” Tony kissed the dip of his spine just about the hem of his jeans. “But you need to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake the little devil, now would we?”

Peter made a rather undignified noise when Tony finally got his zipper undone and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. The hand on Tony’s head disappeared and reappeared to clamp over Peter’s mouth, now muffling the keening little whines he was making as Tony kissed and nipped the skin just over his ass and slowly, slowly, pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs.

The boy’s jeans, even the skinniest of them, had not done it justice. It was soft and gorgeously curved, plump skin beneath his fingers when Tony pulled his hand from Peter’s zipper to grope at one of his cheeks. Peter went stiff under his grip when he curled his fingers in and squeezed.

“Still with me, baby?” he asked, teeth nipping at the other cheek. “Is this okay?”

“It will be when you hurry up and touch me,” Peter whined, bending to push his ass against Tony’s face. “Daddy, please, I can’t stand this teasing. I need you.”

I need you.

Tony’s cock stirred from inside of his slacks. He desperately wanted to free himself, to pull himself out of his pants and alleviate the pressure building in his groin. Instead, he ignored it and focused on the squirming boy in front of him, who was now looking over his shoulder with a blush that reached the back of his shoulders.

Tony wasted little time in marking his way down, pulling one of Peter’s cheeks to expose his entrance. Peter made a pathetic little whine, turning away cover his mouth as Tony watched him clench with embarrassment. It was a cute little hole, tight; no one had taken him, and that thought only made Tony harder. He leaned forward until he could lick a full, flat stripe up it. He could feel the ring of muscle tighten under his tongue, and Peter’s moan was buffered by the meat of his palm.

The reverberating growl in Tony’s chest at the sheer clean taste of Peter on his tongue made the teen’s knees shake. Tony repeated the movement with a little more strength to it and found Peter rocking back against his mouth.

He set a slow, torturous pace, alternating sucking and licking, moaning into Peter just to watch the muscles of his thighs tremble. Peter’s other hand found Tony’s knee and squeezed the fabric so hard in his fingers that Tony was sure the fabric would be permanently distorted. Tony found that he didn’t care if Peter were to tear his pants apart. He’d buy two dozen replacements if it meant having Peter in this position and mewling his name like a mantra every night.

Tony reached around to place his hand low on Peter’s hip and pull him back, tongue pressing inwards at Peter’s rim and listening to the muffled moans and gasps. His nails dug into Tony’s knee when the tip pressed enough to breach, to soften him until he opened beautifully under Tony’s lips, and Tony’s moan vibrating around his entrance had Peter’s cock twitching with his thundering pulse. He rutted his hips back.

“Daddy,” he moaned between his fingers, separating them so Tony could hear him clearly. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Oh, fuck!”

Peter’s knees began to knock together, his legs struggling to hold up his weight under Tony’s ministrations. Each breath shook, and Tony was sure that Peter would have crumpled to the floor when he eased a finger in alongside his penetrating tongue, if not for the hand pressing against his hip. Peter’s moan broke off, caught in his throat, and Tony crooking his finger nearly had the boy collapsing to the floor.

Tony came up for air and sank his teeth into one of the plush cheeks of Peter’s ass. The sound he made went straight to Tony’s cock.

“Taste amazing, sweet boy,” Tony said, the compliment pouring from him so naturally. “How did I wait so long to get my hands on you? Fuck, you’ve been torturing me for weeks.”

Peter practically giggled from where he was bent over, clamping both hands over his mouth when all strength left him and he collapsed into Tony’s chest. Tony eased him back, wrapped his arms around the boy’s lithe and bare frame, and mouthed against the unmarked column of his throat. If he had his way, Peter would be waking up the next day with a neck and chest littered with little red hickies. He’d have to hide them from Morgan, from the rest of the world. Tony couldn’t wait to start putting them there.

Almost like Peter could read his mind, the boy’s fingers came to circle his neck, and he ground his ass back against the obvious bulge nestled under him. Tony hissed and took his earlobe between his teeth.

“You wanna come, baby?” he asked, tongue tracing the shell of Peter’s ear. “You want Daddy to get you off, to fuck you, to eat you out again? Want Daddy to turn you into a little mess on his bed, have you spread out and fingered until you’re loose?”

Peter’s hand fell from his mouth. His answering whimper was left uncovered. One of Tony’s hands found his pretty little cock, the head a dark, burning red and leaking against his hip. He stroked him slowly once and twisted his wrist at the head. His thumb rubbing along the slit had Peter’s hips jerking and squirming in his lap.

“Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want, ah,” Peter moaned. He thrust into Tony’s fist. The pace was slow, nowhere near enough to get him off. “Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me. Use me for your own pleasure, make me earn mine.”

Tony groaned into his neck, kissing his pulse and squeezing Peter’s cock hard enough to get him to move between his legs. The friction only served to stoke the flame burning low between Tony’s hips. He moved his hand faster and scraped his teeth across Peter’s skin.

“You want all that? Wanna be Daddy’s personal cocksleeve, your only purpose to get Daddy off?” Tony growled. Peter put a hand back over his mouth, tears springing in his eyes, but he nodded and continued fucking into Tony’s fist. “Daddy’s gonna let you come, sweet thing. You come, and then Daddy’s gonna use you the way you deserve to be used.”

Peter mewled as Tony sped his fist up, watching Peter fall apart between his legs. He did so well in keeping quiet, despite how much Tony wanted to hear him. The hand splayed across Peter’s chest moved past his neck and up to his lips, where Peter obediently parted them to let Tony’s fingers slip past. Peter sucked and swallowed around the digits in his mouth and swiped his tongue along Tony’s knuckles.

With each passing moment, his hips moved more erratically. His nostrils flared with each breath until Tony pressed his fingers further into Peter’s mouth, and the boy gagged loudly on them, drool spilling over Tony’s hand and Peter’s chin as the boy went rigid and spilled himself over Tony’s fingers.

Tony moved his hand until Peter’s moans turned into pained whimpers, and he removed his hand from Peter’s mouth. The boy panted and shivered in Tony’s lap, and he petted Peter’s hair with his clean hand until he found the strength to speak again.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, and Tony laughed.

“You still wanna go upstairs, baby? Want me to fuck you senseless?”

Peter keened and nodded. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” Tony pressed a gentle kiss to the line of Peter’s jaw and lifted the fingers with Peter’s cum dripping from them to his lips. “But you need to clean your mess up first.”

Peter made no argument and shoved Tony’s filthy fingers into his mouth.

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty-Three, “Bleeding Heart”

hello hello. i’m so sorry that i’m an awful person and i haven’t written in a bahillion years. life has been wack and i fell out of writing for awhile. instead of doing homework like a good human being - yay! - i found this chapter i had started and i finished it. it’s not as long as usual, i know, but i did that on purpose and you’ll see why ;) ;) ;) ;) i hope i can write some more soon and stick with this. i’m unreliable i know and i’m terribly sorry. college and work are crazy and my mom was just diagnosed with 2 kinds of cancers soooo oooo life truly is crazy and overwhelming rn. i hope to maybe set aside some time each night to write, but it’s hard to stop when it’s getting fun haha. i enjoyed writing this chapter and delving more into this story, like idek where it’s gonna go haha.

anyways lemme know what you think of this chapter. i wanna hear your predictions and thoughts!!!!!!!!! reblog, like, share with friends, say hi to me :)

one last thing. we should decide a ship name for harry and becks, i mean it’s been coming. here are my ideas and feel free to send me others :D

a) hecks (my personal fav)

b) barry (i just think of rachel’s barry from FRIENDS but it’s ok)

c) hebecca????

d) ??????

e) hecky?

“No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO.

I try to breathe in, but I can’t.

And suddenly the switch inside of me changes. Instead of pushing him away for the last few weeks, I want him. I want him to come and save me.

The laugh that falls from my lips surprises the both of us. “You can’t hurt me anymore.”

The swarm of voices that crowded my ears from before is now gone. A soft chatter of voices occupies the conference room now, around an hour after the festivities had begun. Now the fun is over and the last few of us clean up the forgotten plates, take down the streamers donning the walls, push in the chairs, vacuum up the crumbs, and everything else required to return the room to its former glory.

“Hey, you stop that,” somebody says from behind me. “This was yer party, yer not s’posed to be cleaning it up,” they finish as I turn around to find Harry pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes as he grasps a wet rag in the other hand.

“No, I want to help. Please,” I reply, turning back to the table and picking up the spray bottle. I spritz the plastic top and run the wet rag over the spot, repeating in sections until I finish the table.

“Fine, I guess you can help,” Harry huffs and I smile to myself in triumph as I return to my cleaning. “So, what did ya think?”

“It was a lot of fun and very nice of all of you, thank you so much again,” I tell him trying to circumvent having a conversation. I move to the other end of the table as he begins on the next one over.

A few male coworkers fold up the table to my left and carry it out the door, probably to place back in storage. My eyes life to find Harry leaning over the table he scrubs and he must notice my pause because he meets my eyes. But I can’t look at him, not today.

“I’m glad ya had such a good time, ‘m sure everybody else did too . . Everybody’s going t’ miss ya, ya know,” he comments, and I nod with a small smile. I don’t know how much more of this awkward small talk I can put up with, especially as the domino that caused all of this is gnawing at my insides. Particularly the part where he could have stopped it coming to this.

But he didn’t.

The rest of the clean up consists of few words between Harry and I, or anybody else for that matter. We cleaned tables, folded them and carried them away, stacked chairs, vacuumed, packed things away, and carried more things away. The room was now bleak with its new emptiness and quiet, all of the people previously filling it returning to their lives. Luckily I found my escape shortly after the room was all squared away.

“All done?” a voice asks me. I look over my shoulder and find Asher tying up a bloated garbage bag. My stomach drops all of a sudden with disappointment at who it is, and who it’s not.

“Yep.” I nod. Then I feel bad for being disappointed. Oh it’s just a never-ending rollercoaster, isn’t it?

“I can’t believe you helped clean up. The whole point was having other people do stuff for you, and then you helped them?!” Asher laughs with a disbelieving shake of his head. He happens to pull a giggle from my unsure lips. I sheepishly nod at his words, and I give him another laugh when he almost trips over the garbage bag.

“Are you on your way out now?”

“Yeah, I think so. I just have to drop off some last-minute things - keys and keycards, that sorta thing. But now I can’t find the person to give them to . . ,” I confess, losing my words as I scan the room for those green eyes and that mustard top.

“Hmmmph, well it’s getting late. Maybe he left or had something. You could leave them with Myles or Jennings, I’m sure if you wanna get outta here. I know you’re just dying to get those drinks with me tomorrow,” Asher quips, turning my lips up with his words.

I leave him with a few words, telling him I’ll see him later. I say goodbyes to a few people as I leave the conference room and begin my hunt to find Harry. One I’m not sure how I want to end.

I find my desk empty and many others as well. Glancing at my watch, I find that the hours have flown by. Many people jetted out of here as it’s five o'clock on a Friday afternoon. The cushion welcomes me as I sit down in my chair for the last time, but I don’t miss its welcoming squeak. The squeaking continues as I spin my last spin in the chair, feeling hot tears at the back of my eyes at the finality of my actions. My mug of pencils- no, it’s not my mug anymore. It never was mine.

A polar bear post-it note holder invades my -not my desk - along with framed pictures of strangers, a bright pink day planner, candy apple lotion, and other foreign objects belonging to the new owner of this desk. Who isn’t me. A long sigh leaves my lips as I release my hands I didn’t know I was clenching.

“It’s now or never,” I say aloud, willing myself to stand.

Okay, Becky, we can do this. This isn’t even the hard part.

But it is, I think to myself as my eyes glance up and memories that took place at this desk spin through my head. Making Harry laugh for the first time. Silly arguments with him about which was the better movie. How easily he made me smile by bringing me coffee out of nowhere and- Stop, Becky, you can’t do this now, I tell myself as I swipe a hot tear away from under my eye. I exhale as I get to my feet and feel for the ring of keys in my pocket. Good, they’re still there.

The hallway is dim, but the light from the London evening comes in through the many windows around the office. His hallway. A hallway I will never walk again. Fuck, am I really sure I want to do this? How can I not see him again? You can and you will. You have to, Becky. It was too hard sitting there day after day wanting him. And him not wanting you back. I nod to myself, trying to affirm those words to myself. They don’t do that good of a job, because of the person I see around the corner.

“Oh hey, bug. A-are ya leavin’?” Harry stutters, his furrowed emerald eyes falling on me. He comes to a stop in front of me, running a hand through his mop of curls.

“U-uh yeah. I was just going to drop off the keys with you and go over a few things.”

“Yeah yeah, sounds good. I jus’ really gotta take a leak, so ‘ll be back in a minute, ‘kay?” He asks with a pat on my arm. I nod with a soft ‘okay,’ as I turn to watch him walk away. Nodding with a thumbs up, he gives me a small sad smile before turning around and walking down the hallway. I watch until he’s gone.

Almost done. But now for the hard part. Leaving him for the last time, I contemplate with a pout. I shuffle my feet to his door and twist the knob. Immediately, his familiar woodsy scent hits me. Suddenly, all of my senses are inundated with him. His messy desk. His blazer draped over his chair. Bookmarked biographies dotting his desk. Empty mugs of tea taking up empty spots. The essential oil diffuser in the corner humming as it mists Sandalwood. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 trickling from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner. Harry. It’s all him. And my reserves begin to fall. Can I really do this? No, there’s no way I can. Even if I have to sit at that desk day after day trying to love him, it’s better than leaving him.

Yeah, and then what about when he marries Amber or somebody else that’s not you?

I gulp, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat and at the same time pressing my fingers against my eyes, willing them to dry.

“Wow, are we getting a little teary-eyed on our last day?” a voice snarks from behind me.

No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO.

I try to breathe in, but I can’t.

And suddenly the switch inside of me changes. Instead of pushing him away for the last few weeks, I want him. I want him to come and save me. To save me from her. And to see her for the monster that she is.

The laugh that falls from my lips surprises the both of us. “You can’t hurt me anymore, Amber,” I snap, turning around to face her with a wry smile coating my lips.

“Oh I don’t know about that, I still can. But hey, I won, and don’t you forget that,” she retorts. Amber’s blonde curls shake as she stomps her foot and points a tanned manicured finger at me. How can he even comfortably hold hands with those daggers?

Her blow hits me, and she knows it. I can’t hide it, because I’ve lost it. The last few weeks or even months have taken everything from me. My grandpa dying, my mom’s abusive treatment towards me, Harry’s bipolarness, and Amber’s physical and mental attacks. I lost.

“I don’t care,” I croak, throwing up my hands in defeat. The keys on the ring twinkle with movement in my hand.

“But you do! I know you do!” she cackles, excitement twisting her plastic face into a Cheshire grin. “You wanted him, but you couldn’t have him and so you gave up! I won!” Amber continues, stepping towards me in her flowy scarlet blouse and skin-tight black jeans.

I instinctively step back and away from her, but I stop when I think I hear a noise. It’s a loud squeak on the floor that makes me stop, but it doesn’t stop right away.

“I don’t care, Amber, you can have him! I told him what you did to me and he didn’t believe me because of whatever spell you put on him. So you can keep him and live a wonderful, happy life together. I don’t care anymore, and I hate that I ever did,” I announce with weight to my words, willing my feet to lift from the carpet, but they won’t.

Amber chuckles, crossing her arms with a pleased smile of satisfaction painting her face. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to tell him what I did to you,” she mutters in disbelief, shaking her head. “As if Harry would believe that I’d do such a thing. He probably thinks you made it up. Hell, for all I know I never laid a finger on you and you just imagined the whole thing.”

“You left marks on me, Amber,” I spit out through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, and apparently that wasn’t even enough to convince Harry. God, I really do have him wrapped around my finger,” Amber sighs happily. “I can’t do anything wrong in his eyes. He hasn’t even noticed how much I’ve been gone lately, or how often I’ve been texting this new bloke I’m fucking on the side.”

“You slut!” I exclaim, not being able to hold it in. “Harry loves you and would do anything for you! He built this firm from the ground up! He’s sweet, he’s kind, he’s giving, he’s funny- he’s amazing and that’s how you treat him?!”

“Excuse me?! Who here was throwing themselves at my boyfriend right in front of me?!” Amber argues, taking another frightening step toward me. She’s no longer laughing, but instead, her drawn-on eyebrows have fallen into a point above her glassy stare.

“How dense are you?!” I laugh, feeling the anger rise warmly in my chest. I really don’t care anymore. “You have such a huge problem with that - which never happened, thank you - but you think it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend?! My god, you really are fucking dumb!”

“You just had your last laugh, bitch, because I’m going to slap that smug smile right off your face,” she snarls, taking several steps before I can almost see the flames rising in her eyes.

“No, you won’t!” a voice announces.

I take my eyes off of Amber to see who said that, but it’s a second too long that lets her clawed hand accost my face.

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peaceisadirtyword · 6 years

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At the other side of the bar (Marco Ilsø/Reader)

A/N: Hello! First of all, please, don’t even mention that title, it’s the worst title in history, I'm aware of that, but I really couldn’t think about any other, sorry 😂. So, as I said the other day, I wanted to write something with Marco for his birthday and that’s why I asked for some ideas. What I didn’t expect was that I would love all the ideas you sent me. I’ve decided that, as I couldn’t choose just one of them, I’ll write my fav ones and post all of them! by the end of the week you will want to kick me out of Tumblr lol. Of course they will be shorter than usual, and I’ll post one per day until the first of October.

This is the first one, the original idea belongs to someone who is anonymous but has amazing ideas (if you read this, I hope you like it💖) so thank you so much for sharing it with me!

And if you read all of that and want to read the rest, thanks! I hope you enjoy it and love Marco a lot because he deserves the world♥️.

Warnings: A failed attempt of fluff, mentions of alcohol and sex, drunk Alex, Marco it’s too cute to be real, failed flirting and the fact that I wrote this in class and probably it’s not very good.

Words: 1581 i’m trying my best I swear

gif isn’t mine, I took it from @therealcalicali and it’s perfect for this lol

The night was busy, something quite normal considering it was a Friday night and everyone went out. The weather was nice for being Dublin and September was coming to an end so people went mad.

You barely could keep up and serve everyone their drinks, even if you had been working at the club for years and were quick, there was too many people.

It was well past one in the morning when you saw them. It was a large group, and some of them were already drunk, entering the pub singing and screaming. You looked at your coworker, but he was busy pouring a round of tequila shots to a group of girls.

You'd have to deal with them alone.

Luckily, only two of them approached the bar. They were quite handsome, both of them had long hair tied up on a man bun, and you couldn't help but blush when one of them winked at you.

"Hello" you smiled politely "What can I get you?"

The one with dark hair and blue eyes smiled drunkenly at you.

"Whatever that includes you, love" he winked at you again, and you bit your lip, holding back a laugh.

The other one rolled his eyes, smiling softly at his friend's comment, and punched him on the arm.

"I'm afraid I'm not included in any of our options" you laughed, shaking your head "But hey, that was the worst pick up line I've heard tonight, so I'll give you a shot for free, as a reward"

The dark haired one smiled even wider as his friend laughed.

"I'm sorry about him" his friend shook his head while you served two shots for them "It's the third place, and he drank too much..."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it" you shrugged it off. He was really handsome, with blonde hair and clear eyes, and you found yourself staring at him as he drank the shot.

When he looked at you, you blushed and looked away.

What the hell?, you thought, You serve handsome men every single day, Y/N, control yourself.

He smirked when he caught you looking at him.

"Well, do you want anything else?" you asked, pretending to be cool with his eyes fixed on you.

"Yeah, two beers, love, thank you"

"Alex I'm sure she has a name, you don't have to call her love all the time" the blonde one raised his brow.

"Come on, Marco, she loves it" Alex groaned and you laughed, pouring the beers for them.

Marco. You liked his name, it suited him.

"My name is Y/N" you said, putting the beers in front of them. Usually, you didn't tell your name to the clients, especially if they were drunk and trying to hit on you, but they were funny and nice... And maybe you wanted Marco to know your name.

"Y/N, beautiful name, almost as beautiful as your eyes" Alex winked at you (again) with a cheeky grin.

This time you couldn't hold back your laughter, but at least managed to hide it with a cough and covering your mouth with your hand.

Marco glared at Alex, who was already drinking his beer while checking out some girls who were dancing and laughing.

"He's not usually like this" Marco sighed "He's nice and a gentleman and all of that, but when he drinks he's annoying"

You hummed, unable of stop looking at him.

"And how are you while drunk?" you tried to flirt, blushing when you heard yourself and realized how bad was it.

His eyes lit up for a moment, and he shot you a shy smile before taking a sip of his beer and answering you.

"You'll need to invite me to several more shots to find out"

"Good idea!" Alex had already finished his drink "Come on, another round of shots, my treat"

"Okay" you smiled "Any preference?"

"Tequila" he answered, putting his arm over Marco's shoulders "It's his favorite, you know? And we're celebrating his birthday which is today" he looked at him smiling.

"Alex, you don't have to tell everyone"

"Happy birthday!" you said, flashing an attempt of a sexy smile.

"Thanks" his eyes found yours again while he drank the shot and this time you looked back at him, feeling more confident when he bit his lip softly.

"Y/N" your coworker touched your shoulder softly "Hey, I’m taking a break now, do you mind? I'll be back soon and then you can take it too"

"Yeah, of course, go" you nodded, and he thanked you before leaving "Okay guys, I need to keep working now, have fun, and if you need something just ask me" you winked at Marco, hoping it would not look as weird as you felt.

"See you, Y/N"

"It was nice meeting you" Marco looked you up and down.

"Same" you blushed one last time and left to attend some other clients.

Finally, you thought as you opened the door and stepped out. It was three in the morning, but you still had one hour until you closed. Luckily, your coworker kept his word and let you have a break by serving your customers, so you went out for a bit to get some air and rest for a bit.

Outside, there was some people smoking and talking, and you leaned onto the wall and pulled out your phone to answer some texts before going back inside.

"Hello there"

You raised your head to see Marco, standing in front of you, smoking and looking hot as fuck.

"Hey" you smiled, straightening your position and trying to sound casual "I didn't see you, how are you?"

How are you, what a stupid question, Y/N, you thought, mentally smacking yourself on the head.

"I'm fine" he chuckled quietly "And you? I didn't want to bother you in there, you looked busy"

"Yeah, Fridays are the worst... I have a few minutes now though"

"Good... I'm Marco, by the way"

"I know" you said, and immediately regretted it "I mean... I heard your friend calling you Marco... I'm not a stalker, you know"

He smiled.

"Don't worry... For how long have you been working here? We come here almost every Friday and I haven't seen you before... I mean, I would remember you"

"Almost two years" you answered, with the most flirty tone you were capable of "But I usually don't do Friday night shifts, I prefer working during the week, we close early and I have more time to study in the morning" you explained "If I had known you came here that often I would have changed shifts months ago"

God, Y/N, that was lame.

Marco laughed while you looked away, flustered. You weren't really good at flirting, but at least he hadn't ran away from you yet.

"And... You're not from Ireland, are you?" You asked, changing the topic.

"No, actually I'm here because of my job... I'm from Denmark"

"Oh" you smiled "I went to Denmark a few months ago, I loved it... What do you do?"

"I'm an actor" he explained, and your eyes lit up.

"Wow, that is amazing! So you're filming a movie or something like that in Ireland?"

"Yeah, something like that" he chuckled "I live here half of the year"

"That's cool" you smiled back to him "I should get back inside, my break is over..."

"When do you finish?" He asked... Blushing? He was so cute you would have kissed him in that moment "I mean, when do you...?"

"At four" you replied, smirking "It's only one hour left... Do you think you can wait for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely" he nodded. You leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly, winking at him while you entered the club again.

It was the longest hour of your life, but you finally were done. It was almost half past four when you went out, and immediately spotted Marco with Alex on the corner smoking a cigarette.

"Hello beautiful" Alex smiled at you widely "Were you looking for me?"

"Someone needs some sleep and to stop drinking" you laughed.

"What? No, no, we're going to another club now, our friends are there now... Come with us" Alex bit his lip. It always worked with girls.

"I'm sorry but I can't, I've been working since nine pm and I'm exhausted" you excused yourself, shaking your head.

"I was thinking we could go to my apartment" Marco shrugged, looking everywhere but your face "We can make some pancakes and... Watch a movie? I mean only if you want to, if you prefer just going home and sleep that's totally fine, I just thought you'd be hungry and..."

"Pancakes and a movie sound amazing" you bit your lip, smiling.

Alex looked at you astonished.

"You're joking, right? Come on, Y/N, you and I are meant to be together... Don't do this to me"

"Sorry, Alex" Marco tapped him softly on his back "Better luck next time"

"What the fuck? She was totally hitting on me" Alex scoffed and said something in danish, making Marco laugh.

"Of course" you smiled at him, kissing his cheek "Don't drink more okay?"

He pouted as Marco and you walked away, chatting happily and blushing.

"If I'm letting you go with her it's because it's your birthday!" you heard Alex screaming behind you "Have a good time but please sex only in the bedroom, I live there too, thank you!"

Tags: @mblaqgi @alicedopey @lol-haha-joke @hallowed-heathen @ivarslittlebadgirl @naaladareia @tephi101 @captstefanbrandt @love-hate-love @titty-teetee @thisisparadisemylove @readsalot73 @moondustmemories

I hope I didn’t miss anyone! If you want to be tagged on Marco’s fics or on any other of my works just let me know and I hope Tumblr stops bullying me and actually let me read the messages.

So there you go! I hope you like it, tomorrow I'll post another one. I'm gonna be so annoying these days lol bc on Friday there’s Secrets part 3 too

#marco ilsø #marco ilsø imagine #vikings cast #marco's bday project #show him love #alex høgh andersen #vikings cast imagine #hvitserk

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papikakashikahn · 6 years

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Jaebum/ Eye Candy AU/Request

This one is for @ur-fav-trashcan 😊, this also took a long time to complete although it’s only 3,000 words, but I really like it, and I hope you will took! Ps to anyone reading this now: This request is from the GOT7 forum I posted acouple weeks ago. The link is right here if you wanna check it out and make a request. Anyways, enjoy!

Tonight, was the night.

You had planned this night for at least 3 months now. 3 months of treacherous attention to detail, and countless phone calls with caterers, and yet it was finally here.

It was your birthday party. The only problem? Your boyfriend of 2 years was not in attendance.

To say you were missing Jae was an understatement. He was on tour with his members in Japan for about a month now. Not having your boyfriend with you on such a special day as this was… depressing to say the least. But you put on a brave face considering it was still your birthday after all. You had planned this for months, and you knew when the day came, Jaebum would be away anyways. There was no reason to cry over spilled milk. Afterall, things like this were to be expected when you were dating an idol, but you never really understood how horrible it felt until now.

Your friends had told you time and time again just how hard it would be, getting into a relationship with an idol, but you never paid much mind to it considering you and Jaebum’s relationship was so rewarding.

There was no man on earth that could treat you like Im Jaebum did.

Jaebum gave you all of his attention whenever he could, he was protective, but not TOO protective, he was warm and affectionate, but above all, Jaebum only acted this way around you. He was all yours. And that was the best part.

It was your party you had planned for months and here you were, thinking about Jae. There was really no remedy to your situation. Alcohol didn’t help because if you were drunk, you would start crying from your sadness. Friends were nice to be around on your birthday, but then they just bring up Jae and how he’s doing on tour Everything just comes back to the fact that Jaebum is hundreds of thousands of miles away, and that just made you sad.

You were beginning to really regret ever throwing this party in the first place. You couldn’t help but snicker though in realization, that the one who came up with the idea to have a birthday party like this to begin with… was Jaebum.

~ 3 months ago ~

“Jaebum have you seen my Nike hat around? I was gonna wear it out but I can’t seem to find it in the room…” you explained, wandering around the two of you’s apartment in search of the accessory.

“Mmm...” Jaebum mumbled numbly as he stared down at his phone while laying on the couch.

You shifted your jaw around annoyed.

“Are you listening to me?” you asked him, narrowing your eyes at his figure. This time Jaebum didn’t even make a sound t0 acknowledge you were talking, he just tapped away his phone screen.

Jaebum did always give you his attention when he could… just not right at this moment.

“Jae.” you repeated, waiting for his response, but to no avail.

“JAE!” you shouted in a louder voice. Still, he remained motionless. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Jinyoung was the cuter one out of the JJ project.” you snipped at him, expecting him to turn to you at your comment...which wasn’t true but still. When Jaebum didn’t, you decided to take it upon yourself to MAKE him pay attention to you.

You proceeded to walk around the couch and crawl onto him, placing your head on his abdomen as your body laid beside him on your couch. Jaebum moved his phone to the side to reveal your puppy dog eyes staring back at him.

“Why you-no listen?” you whined at him in a childish voice. He stared down at you quietly, blinking from time to time. “You don’t like me no more?” you tilted your head at him.

He moved his phone back in front of him, ignoring you.

“No. Now go talk to Jinyoung, you thought he was cuter anyways.” he answered you. You couldn’t help but smile, grabbing his phone from him playfully. Jaebum didn’t give much protest though as you took it away from him.

“Yah! So you were listening!” you pointed out, poking his side which caused him to flinch. After he stopped fidgeting, a smirk tugged at his lips as he stared down at you.

“...You should have a birthday party.” he announced randomly. You were taken aback at such a sudden statement.

“...But baby, my birthday isn’t for another 3 months… and by that time you’ll already be in Japan.” you reminded him as if he forgot, muttering towards the end.

He twisted a piece of your hair in between his fingers as he looked to you.

“I know, but I just thought if I threw you a big party you’ll forget i’m even away.” he explained. You scoffed at his suggestion.

“But would it really be any fun if you weren't there? I was just planning on crying at home while watching dream knight.” you snickered at him.

Suddenly Jaebum grabbed you by your face, your eyes widening at him.

“I thought we talked about mentioning those words Y/N.” he warned you. You pouted under his stare innocently.

“What about when I miss you… should I watch dream high instead?” you questioned playfully. Jaebum glared at you and your antics. His hand dropped from your face, back to your hair.

“Anyways, I was being serious. It’s important you’re with your friends on your birthday… especially when I can’t be.” he explained while looking down.

You couldn’t help but study him for a moment, a sheepish smile forming on your face. “Is someone afraid I’m going to be lonely?” you asked him mischievously. His eyes darted up to yours at your tone, his face turning red.

You couldn’t help but squeal while lightly hitting his shoulder. You ducked your head into the crook of his neck.

“You’re so cute when you’re worried about me!” you exclaimed excitedly.

Jaebum stroked your hair slowly as you kissed his jaw. “Whatever, so you’ll think about it?” he asked you with a groan. You removed your face from Jaebum's neck and propped yourself onto your elbows to look at him.

“Sure, If being with other people on my birthday makes you feel better about you not being there, then i’ll do it! Hell, i’ll even plan it.” you assured him. Jaebum rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, the point is for YOU to feel better about me not being there.” he informed you. You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder.

“In that case, just don’t leave!” you suggested cheerfully. Jaebum smirked at your comment as he traced circles on your arm.

“You make a great point Y/N.” he answered you.

You smiled as you rubbed your face into his sweater.

“...So have you seen my hat?” you asked him.

“No. But we could look in the bedroom again.” Jaebum suggested. You raised your head to check the look on his face. Jaebum's lips curled into that weird smile of his.

“Come here!” he exclaimed before turning so that you were underneath him.

You cried out a shriek as Jaebum kissed you all over, especially in the places he knew you were the most sensitive of course.

“JB!” you shouted hitting his chest, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

You smirked remembering it, not only because of what happened after, but because of how Jae’s offer to throw you a birthday party was reduced to him giving his opinion on what color the balloons should be. Of course, he had recommended black knowing him…

Nevertheless, you refused for Jae to plan your party all by himself while he was so busy planning for GOT7’s new japanese release. In Fact, you had gotten really into the planning of the party yourself, considering you were a perfectionist.

Thinking back to it, it was nice that Jae wanted to do something for you to make you feel better about the whole tour situation… but at the moment you weren't really feeling much better. And the fact that you decided to make the balloons black, wasn’t helping either.

“So what did Jaebum get for you for your birthday?” a not-so close coworker of yours shouted over the loud music.

It was questions like these people had been asking you the whole night.

“Flowers!” you shouted to her, evoking a swoon from just how romantic of a gift it was. Earlier today you got sent a bouquet of red carnations (because he knew you didn’t like roses). When Jaebum facetimed you, he asked if you had received them and told you that he had ordered them to be delivered to you on your birthday months in advance. After members like Jackson and Jinyoung said happy birthday to you, the conversation hadn’t lasted much longer. The two of you said that you loved each other and when everybody else in the room mocked you, you ended with that. Then again… you did remember he had mentioned a few other surprises coming your way today. But you hadn't received anything else today that you could remember. Maybe he was talking about when he got home in a few weeks.

“How’s he doing on tour?” another girl asked you. Your eyes darted all over your apartment, realizing she asked you a question. “Uhh… he’s good!” you shouted to her with a smile. “Did he call you today?” another asked excitedly. “Yea what did he say?” another added.

“I think that enough questions, Y/N is trying to forget he’s away. May I remind you it’s her birthday party?” your best friend Eun Mi interrupted. The girls excited looks slowly faded at Eun Mi’s comment. “Let's go get some champagne Y/N.” Eun Mi told you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you elsewhere.

You looked over your shoulder to the group and bowed your head as if to apologize. Thank god you had someone like Eun Mi in your life though, who could read you like a book and say what was on your mind for you. You didn’t want to dodge people’s questions, because of course that would look suspicious. You were always on your toes to make sure you didn’t make your boyfriend look bad. Jaebum was never a bad boyfriend, even when he was away on your birthday, he was still the best boyfriend in the world. It was just others that often liked to assume things when you hadn’t answered their question right away. Being so attentive to your responses was tiring, and the more they had brought up JB, the sadder you become.

“Sorry about that Y/N, I know it must be hard that he’s not here…” Eun Mi apologized as she poured you a glass of champagne.

You sighed as you took it from her. “No it’s fine.” you answered solemnly. There was about a hundred people or so in your apartment, and yet you were the one feeling lonely.

“This was such a bad idea.” You muttered to yourself more than to Eun Mi, as you straightened your dress anxiously. She tilted her head as she looked at you, drinking the glass of champagne in one shot, wanting to drown in your sadness.

“No it wasn’t, you just have to have some fun!” Eun Mi exclaimed peppily, grabbing your now-empty glass of champagne and setting it on the table beside you, Eun Mi proceeded to drag you off into the crowd as you groaned. “It’s my party and I can cry if I want to!” you shouted at him as she dragged you behind. After finding an empty spot within the crowd, she stopped and turned to you. “We should dance!” she yelled over the music which was giving you a headache by the minuet. You rolled your eyes at her suggestion, shaking your head. She stomped her foot with a whine. “Y/N, come on it’s your birthday!” Eun Mi insisted. She started moving her body in the most atrocious ways to make you laugh, which it of course did. Eun Min was good at making you laugh, even when you weren't in the mood. You decided to join in on making yourself look like a fool as well, because if you weren't having fun at your own party, how would that look?

The house music was from a playlist you had made yourself, along with everything else that made this party so spectacular. You had really put in a lot of work to this party, so therefor you had every right to enjoy it. You wouldn't let all this hard work pay off for nothing, even if JB wasn’t here. He wanted you to enjoy your birthday, and you would do just that, if not for yourself than for him.

“You seem to be having fun without me.” you had practically heard Jaebum say. It was almost like you could feel his presence right behind you. Enjoying this odd sensation, you continued dancing, ignoring how Eun Mi had stopped. After a few seconds of feeling awkward dancing alone though, you looked up at her, confused.

Eun Mi was standing frozen before you, pointing at something behind you with a shaking hand.

“...What are they bringing out the cake? It’s only-” you turned around curious as to what she was pointing at, only to find the person you were missing most in front of you.

Jaebum stood, in a black bomber jacket, with a black shirt underneath as well as black pants. Not to mention his black hair as well, was styled so that it was up (one of your favorite hairstyles). His earrings gleamed ever so slightly.

Facetime just didn’t do him enough justice. Your boyfriend was complete and utter eye candy. And everyone else in the room seemed to notice it too.

“JAE!” you screamed, jumping on him like a wild animal. You wrapped your arms under his shoulders, hugging him as if your life depended on it. Was it just you, or his shoulders had gotten wider since the last time you had seen them?

“I said something to you, didn’t you hear me?” he scoffed at you. You clung to his body still, kissing his jawline, feeling ready to cry (tears of joy).

“I thought it was in my imagination.” you confessed to him, laughing lightly. Just as you were about to pull away to kiss him on the lips (which you had been waiting an entire month for), he had slid his hand down your lower back to press you against him again. Surprised, you gripped onto his broad shoulders which you loved so much.

“Have you been a good girl for Daddy?” he whispered to you. Your eyes widened at his sudden change of tone. Did he really have to play this game with you right here? Right now? Did he understand just what he was doing?

“Of course, I always am.” you whispered to him playfully.

Jaebum’s finger tips dug into your back dimples which he knew so well.

“Good girls gone bad, good girls want me.” Jaebum muttered to in your ear, his breath fanning the under of your ear, causing you to become tense. Your face warmed again at tone.

“Okay, I’m gonna give you two some alone time before I throw up.” Eun Mi announced before leaving the two of you like she had said.

The two of you ignored Eun mi comment as Jaebum's hand gripped your side, before pulling away to look at you.

“You look gorgeous.” he stated simply. Your faced automatically warmed at his compliment.

“Thank you.” you muttered looking to the side as you tried to suppress your blush.

Jaebum slyly tilted your head in his direction by lifting your chin, charminly. “I’m gone for a month and you don’t even look at me for more than 5 seconds?” he questioned with a smirk. You grabbed onto his jacket trying to pull him into a kiss, but Jaebum refused.

“You’ve replaced me haven’t you? Who is he? I know I’ve been away but my god Y/N, you didn’t have to do this to me.” he stated sarcastically, looking around the crowded apartment. You hit his arm causing him to hold it in pain as he sneered.

“Wow, I didn’t realize how much I missed your aggressive hits until now.” Jaebum told you as you rolled your eyes at him.

You proceed to wrap your arms around his torso possessively. “I missed you.” you urged to him. Jaebum smiled to himself as he stroked your hair. “I missed you too baby girl.”

You hadn’t realized how much you need Jaebum’s pet names until now either.

“But um...how-what-why are you here?” you stammered looking up at him, your head still on his chest. Jaebum raised his eyebrows at you. You shook your head, snuggling it into his chest. “I mean, I’m over the moon about it, really Jae! But how could you even manage to make it being on tour and all?!” you asked him. Jaebum scoffed while rubbing your shoulder.

“I had off today, but I have to go back tomorrow.” he told you. You couldn’t help but pout as you hugged him tighter. He had just gotten here, and yet he was going to be leaving so soon?

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself in realization though. You looked up to him with a smirk plastered on your face.

“You left paradise for me?” you teased him. He furrowed his eyebrows when looking down at you.

“You’re my paradise.” he responded simply.

Your face turned red like a traffic light as you burrowed your face into his chest. Jaebum smiled and proceeded to kiss the top of your head as you hugged him around the waist tightly.

“Happy Birthday Y/N… I love you.”

After a moment or two, you looked up at him again.

“I love you too.” you told him happily. Jaebum smiled sheepishly at you. You proceeded to stand on your tiptoes to press the two of your lips pressed together, which again, you had been waiting an entire month for.

Your lips melted together in harmony, neither one of you able to get enough. You had lots of lost time to make up for...

Releasing from the kiss, you stared up at him, fooling around with the fabric of his jacket.

“Can we take this somewhere more… private?” you asked him, batting your eyelashes softly. He smirked at what you were implying as his hand delicately touched your neck.

“But what about the cake?” Jaebum asked you. You licked your lips, slipping your fingers under his gold chain which you imagined would look good on him just by itself.

You suddenly pulled on it, bringing your faces close together.

“But don’t I deserve a reward for being such a good girl since you’ve been gone? It is my birthday...” you purred to him, letting go of his chain as he stood paralyzed at your words. Taking his vulnerability as an advantage, you leaned up to his ear.

“Plus you’ll be getting some anyways… that is... if you’re good.” you whispered to him mischievously.

Leaning back down, you stared up at your boyfriend who had a completely different look in his eye.

You pulled him by his hand as you made your way through the crowd, in search of the stairs.

In all your 23 years of life, THIS was the best gift you’d ever received.

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everydreamrecorded · 6 years

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i don’t feel good!!!!!!!!!!!! i didn’t see my therapist this week (had a pdoc appointment on that day and couldn’t get a replacement time because work) and i’m not seeing her this week either (she’s on vacation for the week) and i’m freaking out a little. the news is not helping,

i’m trying not to pay attention to the bk scj nom (hope that’s not too cryptic lol i don’t want to be in any search results for it, not even like buried 100 pages in thanks) because. but my parents watch the news constantly and their both left leaning (my dad less so but he’s trying i guess, mostly i think he hates tuuup but whatever) so it’s not like fucking f news but i don’t want to hear it at all!!!!!!

AND the subject has come up at fucking work, my beloved place of work, there’s one lady who’s a tuuup fan and i cannot deal with her, for that reason but also she’s a pain in the ass in general but anyway, a different coworker was in the breakroom watching something on her phone, loud enough i could tell what it was about. my fav current news subject, some shit going on about how his life is ruined, it’s a sham, that sort of shit

and i like this coworker and tbh i just assumed based on that that she was into it. i shouldn’t have assumed i guess but i was leaving and i didn’t even say goodbye to her as i left to go to the front

i have to wait for my mom to pick me up though so while i was waiting up front, this coworker comes up, her particular job requires she just kind of stand around at the front end so she’s there talking to me and complains a bit about the coworker i mentioned first, the pain in the ass one. and how she’s been talking politics today and she’s glad she’ll be getting off soon and how she must be one of the few women on earth who haven’t been assaulted or known someone who has been

and i about died. i was laughing with her because i agree but i was also so relieved.. i didn’t know what to say to the last thing, for some reason i said that there are others like her. and coworker says i hope you’re one of them too then. i realized she thought i meant, not having been assaulted or known someone when i really just meant... that there are women who are so idk either actually not knowing anyone or like have such internalized misogyny that boys will boys sort of bullshit makes sense to them. which probably this coworker (the one i like, i should have labeled them because referring to them both as coworker is making this difficult lol) knows other people like that exist but anyway i tried to explain what i meant

i also did not answer her when she said i hope you’re not one of them, i laughed and quickly tried to explain myself

anyways.... i was relieved because.. i don’t trust the pain in the ass coworker and probably never will. she talked sympathetically about a celebrity before, one who was accused and then convicted of rape, she did that over the radio (she has to wear a walkie and i sometimes do. i don’t always because it’s annoying while opening boxes in the stockroom) and soon as she started i ripped my earpiece off and hoped to god that she didn’t say anything about it to my face because god i probably would have cried

and if she talks about his current thing, my god.. i always hope she won’t be at work because she’s generally annoying but since my nice coworker complained about her, i’ve been really hoping the annoying one won’t be there. i’m kind of obsessed with it really, i’m almost sure it’s gonna happen. she’s gonna say something about it and i’ll freak out.

either i’ll cry or say something and offend her or something or i’ll just, you know, leave my body, dissociating at work is hard

so i’m having a hard time. tomorrow is saturday and i do work but sunday i don’t so i’ll have that to look forward to. honestly, i usually want to be at work but sometimes lately, i don’t. not just cause of this coworker. i’m just having a hard time idk

#pxxp

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even numbers?

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? It’s happened, but its rare.

4: Do you find it easy to trust others? Trust is a cryptic.

8: Are you close with your dad? eh. Not less than many people, but he can be an annoyance.

10: What are you listening to? A coworker practice piano

12:Do you like hickeys? Take a look at my neck rn and ask that again (the answer is yes. y’all should see it it’s extensive)

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? Not sure if continuously, but like, there’s someone who often does.

16: Do you always answer your texts? no

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? This morning if texting counts.

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? This bed is big and empty.

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? Eh.

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? Erin, a little. Also I wish I talked to Danny more I want to hang out with him once before I leave forever.

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? It’s crimson. The decemberists.

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? Well someone has blocked me, but I’m not sure if it counts as ignoring if we hadn’t talked for a while anyway. Also another person kind of.

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? liSTEn. I honest to fkn god don’t know. I haven’t seen it happen too much

32: Are you mad at anyone? Nah

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 19? I’m pretty sure.

36:Do you have any summer plans yet? Road Trip starting 2 June hang out w/me other friends while u still can!!!

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? I am keeping literally nothing from my best friend. Unless she wants to know random things about my past past that I haven’t thought of, or details that I haven’t brought up about things she already knows about.

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Actually a little. It was a long enough while ago now to where I don’t have as much a problem with it.

42: Are you available? I... I don’t know? (y’all shoulda asked 43 b/c it would be funny).

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Nose ring?

46:Do you regret anything? See #40

48: Did you ever lose a best friend? Lose as in stop being friends? Yeah but it was for the best. Lose as in they died? no.

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? I don’t think I have romantic feelings for anyone. I’m trying to avoid thinking about romance seriously until I matriculate into College.

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? ...yes? Is this even a question for me?

54: Did you get any compliments today? Long time drum student expressed sadness that I was leaving soon, which made me cry a little.

56: Do you own anything from other countries? Yes.

58: Where have you lived most of your life? Colorado

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? Not successfully. Like. We were going too but everyone was too tired and we just laid around instead.

62: Who do you text the most? Best friend if you count non-SMS texting, otherwise it’s my parents.

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? Like I’ve got one of those.

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you? Yes. Almost all of the people I’ve kissed are younger than me.

68: Are you happy with where you live? It’s nice but i’m rEADY to lEAVE

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? I’m fine with both in theory but I might be a little too jealous to actually have a poly relationship. But. Maybe? I’ve never tried it.

72:What do you most like about making out? Teeth. Pressure of someone’s lips against mine. Pressure of someone’s body against mine. Tongue. Warmth and passion. Breath. Teasing. TEASING. teeth. Really all of it. All of it is good. Oh and personal fav thing is making shitty puns and having th partner break down into laughter b/c it’s cute as hell.

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? Usually, I would say, I start things. It can really go either way tho.

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? Parents

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? Nope. Not sure I could to be tbh honest.

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Not at the tender age of 18.

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? Not directly but it slips out. Plus I am not subtle.

84:Last time you slow danced with someone? In a romantic context it’s been like 3 or 4 years, but, like, I slowdance with best friends at school dances sometimes.

86: How can I win your heart? Fuck if I know it just happens an I’m all ‘oh shit’

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping, but barely.

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? I mean. I guess kinda but not really. It wasn’t NO communication.

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? I don’t have the luxury of choosing. Few people find me attractive, so I take what I can get.

94: Name four things that you wish you had! Kaoss Pad, shit tonne of samples fr music, more musical talent, enough money to be financially secure.

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? Yes. Twice. Both because of the same person to be real here.

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? Not really I don’t think. I’ve met people randomly, found out they had a tumblr and then became mutuals with them, though.

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? Yah there’s plenty.

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? The last time I did it, they got me high first, and then shot me down after so like... I mean I usually don’t imma be real here.But I can and have done it.

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? only if we’re kissing or obviously joking.

106: Do you flirt a lot? Does the Pope Shit in the Woods? (yes. That’s a yes)

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? I’ve kissed 9 people, and I hadn’t kissed anyone in 2012 so... yes.

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? I don’t know. Any cute person who wanted to I guess. I am not desperately wishing to kiss people who I cannot kiss right now so...

112: Does someone like you currently? I dunno. Do they?

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? I haven’t really done too many flings. So idk.

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? I’m sad all the time, regardless. But fr it really depends on the person.

#Anonymous

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