sugar and fluff

mark my words (m)

pairing: reader x sugar daddy!kim namjoon

genre/components: smut, crack, fluff // kim namjoon had money and a taste for sweet little things with the sharpest tongues 

count: 15,548 words

also extended, rewritten, crossposted to ao3 as minjoon

a/n: for anon who requested it months ago im so sorry this took so long but i hope it was worth :^) 

The blinking line on his blank document was laughing at him. He swore it was laughing at him and has been laughing at him for the past half an hour since he sat down and fired up the program. One word, backspace. Three words, backspace. One fucking sentence, he fucking backspaced. He let out a growl of frustration as he pushed back from his desk, rubbing his eyes as if the pain would clear up any part of his brain – preferably the one that didn’t make him sound like a five year old storybook. He might as well have typed “The wife is a sadist who accidentally killed her husband mid-fuck.”

Grabbing his robe, he quickly tugged it on and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a blistering hot cup of coffee. His answering machine had picked up seven missed calls, probably from his editor cursing him out for missing his calls.

He couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them or even handle his editor’s desire to tear him a new one when he was so tempted to do it himself. His last book had been published a few months ago. Usually, by the time one was stocked up on the shelves, he’d be working on the next as he cashed in whatever the latest one was making. However, with the last few miserable months, everything he printed looked like a shit stain on a piece of paper. Even his editor, who was down to his last string of patience, thought so.

Things used to come naturally to Namjoon. All the sophisticated whatnot, all the carefully intricate plots that wove themselves onto the blank pages in fabricated fiction. He didn’t know what happened to him. He’s never had a muse except for his own messed-up life so it wasn’t possible that (as what his readers and critics believed at least) his inspiration had evaporated into thin air.

Namjoon perhaps knew what had been happening, what he saw from three books away. But he wasn’t about to fucking admit it because that shit didn’t happen to the genius, versatile writer, Kim Namjoon. Whatever he wrote turned into gold, selling nearly as many copies as the holy Bible. If his jittery nerves wasn’t enough evidence of his problem, then the coffee cup shaking in his earthquake of a hand was. As the realization sank in, he was finally hit with the cold hard truth.

Kim Namjoon had hit writer’s block.

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Items that Viktor has impulsively purchased
  • First class plane tickets to Japan because bae skated his routine
  • An eight million dollar Cadillac 
  • A Rolex watch because Yuuri was late meeting him one time 
  • A gigantic whirlpool bath because he missed Hasetsu 
  • A golden studded collar for Makkachin 
  • The best rice cooker on the market 
  • A holiday getaway home that Yuuri doesn’t know about for half a year
  • The official Yuuri dakimakura
  • Glow in the dark condoms 
  • A tiara
  • A year worth of club penguin membership
Cracks || Yoongi

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1340

Part 2 Originally posted by nnochu

You tried to understand that your boyfriend was busy being in an idol group and all. Tours, recordings, music broadcasts, and promotions were tiring. Therefore, you always tried to stay out of his way and cope with the loneliness. It was hard, but you didn’t want to be in his way. You saw your friends more than your own boyfriend. You envied them. Their boyfriends were always texting them or there for them. Yoongi, on the other hand, was always busy. Even when your grandmother passed away, he wasn’t there to comfort you. You never told him. It was hard for you, but you tried to always put on a strong front and smile in front of Yoongi. You didn’t want to be a burden to him.

You don’t know where it went wrong. He was so caring and affectionate toward you in the beginning. After 3 years of dating, however, he stopped texting you every morning, afternoon, and night. Soon, the texts disappeared and so did Yoongi. He stayed at the dorm all the time now. You haven’t seen him for months and he didn’t bother to text or call you.

“You need to be selfish for once noona.”

You were hanging out with Bangtan’s maknae line and Jimin was starting to worry about your relationship with his hyung. You brought lunch over for them knowing they would probably skip it, like always. They were too engrossed in practice to know that their bodies were starving.

“Yeah, Jimin is right. We’ve never seen Yoongi hyung act affectionate with you. You’re always texting us to check up on hyung. That’s not right.”

You thought Jimin and Taehyung were right, but you just couldn’t. You knew if this kept going, one of you will start to fall out of love. This relationship would become toxic.

“Why don’t you go and take the lunches to the hyungs. We’ll continue to practice after eating.”

“Okay Kookie. Remember to rest before going back to practice. You’ll get stomach cramps.”

They nodded and you left to find the other 4. You found them all in the recording studio talking and laughing. Hoseok was the first to jump up and hug you.

“(Y/N) noona!”

He hugged you and you laughed. You were always close to Hobi cause you and him were closest in age.

“Hey Hobi! Hey Namjoon, Seokjin oppa.”

They all hugged you, except for your own boyfriend. You were kind of disappointed, but you quickly got rid of the disappointment in your eyes and held out the lunches you had made for the boys.

“I know you guys would probably skip lunch like always, so I bought you guys something to eat. It may not be as good as Seokjin oppa’s, but it’s edible. The other 3 already tried it.”

“Ey, your food is delicious. But you know, if you need any help with anything, I’m here to help!”

“Thank you oppa.”

Everyone except Yoongi grabbed a lunch box from the bag. The other 3 quickly sensed the tension between the 2 of you and left the 2 of you to talk. You stood there awkwardly as Yoongi went back to work. After a few minutes of just standing, you grabbed a lunchbox and opened it. You set it down in front of Yoongi and turned his chair around.

“Please, take a break and eat.”

“I’m busy if you can’t sense that already.”

Your heart cracked. His harsh tone was enough to cause tears to form.

“I know, but you should at least eat a little. Just a bite?”

You were practically pleading at this point. He could be as cold as he wanted to you, but you wanted him to at least take care of himself. You pushed the lunchbox closer to him only to have it knocked out of your hands and onto his lyric notebook. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his notebook from under the food. You knew how important it was to him. It was his life.


“I’m sor-”


“I said I was sorry. If you just complied.”

“Are you blaming me now? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Another crack in your heart.

That was your last straw. It hit some nerve that you never knew even existed. And neither did he.

“LEAVE YOU ALONE? I’VE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR MONTHS NOW! NOT A SINGLE TEXT OR CALL FOR 4 MONTHS AND YOU STILL WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE? Sometimes I wonder if we’re even in a relationship. You could at least send a text. I’m just asking for one simple, ‘hey’. Is that too much to ask for?”

He was taken aback from your sudden outburst. You were always a quiet person and you always kept calm even in the most frustrating situations.

“I was busy. What’s up with you? You never shout.”

Another crack.

“Maybe if you bothered to care, you would understand why all this is happening.”

“I don’t have time. I wish you would just understand me sometimes. I’m an idol. I can’t be there to comfort you through everything. If you waited a little more, I would’ve been home. Stop being so selfish.”

You were speechless. Everyone around you were right. You have been too nice to Yoongi. He has taken your love for him for granted. The tears you have been holding fell and now all your anger has become sadness.

“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore. Maybe…maybe, I can’t wait anymore.”

With that, you left. You left him standing there still taken aback from not only your words, but also your tears. You left him to think about where this relationship went wrong. It took him a while to finally figure out that you didn’t just throw a tantrum and leave to cool off. You left him and your relationship with him.

“Hyung, how could you say that to noona?”

“Guys, I’m not in the mood.”

“How could you still say that?! You haven’t talken to her in 4 months. She has to check on her stupid boyfriend through us. She texted us to make sure you were eating, sleeping, and taking care of yourself. She’s texted all of us because she didn’t want to bother you. She’s been understanding. She has been waiting for you and here you are. Working.”

Namjoon scoffed. Jimin shoved 6 phones onto the desk Yoongi was working at. There were endless conversations with you. You telling them to make sure he was alright and healthy. There was even a group chat he wasn’t a part of. And then there was his phone. Empty. Not a single text since 4 months ago. As he finished reading, a sound from everyone’s phone.

(Y/N) : You won’t be hearing from me for a while. Good luck on your comeback. Please don’t tell Yoongi. I’m just a burden.

Hoseok quickly snatched his phone and texted back. After getting another text, he turned to Yoongi and held his phone out for him to see the conversation he just had with you.

Hobi: Where are you going? Please tell me you aren’t leaving.

(Y/N): Remember that offer I got at work to work on a fashion show in Paris. I decided to accept. I’m going to be gone for at least a year or maybe I’ll just stay there.

Yoongi froze. You were leaving. You were leaving him and never coming back. He looked up quickly when he heard another text come in.

(Y/N): Guys, I’m leaving in 2 weeks to Paris. Please don’t tell Yoongi. Tell him I met some other guy or you guys make up some excuse.

You still thought of him even though he didn’t even glance at you for 4 months. Yoongi started to cry. He just ruined a great relationship. He just ruined what could’ve been his wife and the mother to his children. He made the woman he loved the most leave.

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Sugar baby Rhys gets some minor surgery, like an appendectomy or something. As he's coming out of anesthesia, he's super loopy and starts saying all this mushy, romantic shit about Jack to the person he notices in the room...who happens to be Jack himself. Jack usually feels very in-control of his emotions, but suddenly this high-as-a-kite string bean has him all flustered

It was going to be fine.

Rhys had been complaining about the pain in his stomach for a couple of days, and while Jack had written it off at first as some bad fish from a restaurant he promised they’d never visit again, but when the pain had persisted Jack had all but bullied Rhys into an appointment with Jack’s private physician. After a litany of questions about the nature and duration of Rhys’ pain, a CT scan confirmed that Rhys’ appendix was inflamed. That had struck a chord of worry in Jack, despite his doctor’s assurance that Rhys’ case could be swiftly resolved with a relatively routine surgery. Still, the very idea of his pretty baby going under the knife, even if it was the knife of Jack’s very trustworthy surgeon, bolstered with the best equipment and staff that money could buy.  

To his credit, Rhys seemed relatively nonplussed by the idea of surgery, pointing to his prosthetic when Jack had brought up his own concerns. Honestly, the young man took more issue with the fact that he was prevented from eating anything, even ice cream, the night before the surgery. The CEO had kept mostly silent after that, barely getting any sleep as he preferred to watch Rhys’ lay peacefully in his arms. 

As Rhys sat on the hospital bed the next morning, Jack lavished the young man with as many kisses and careful petting as he could, pulling aside his surgeon for one final, not-so-veiled threat before he allowed Rhys to be prepped for the operation. 

“You better not go dying on me, ‘kay pumpkin?” Jack gave Rhys’ hand a little squeeze, “all your shit is in my apartment, and hell if I’m gonna go through your sock collection all on my own.”

“Jack,” Rhys murmured, smirking, “I’ve probably had more surgeries than you have….it’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, if your doctor wants to keep his job and his skin, then you will be.” Jack let out a loud growl, which was quickly cut off as Rhys’ grabbed the silk of Jack’s tie and pulled him in for a soft kiss. 

“Dude, if you keep freaking out, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, then I’ll be the one losing my shit over you….” Rhys whispered as their lips parted. “Try to chill out…I’ll see you on the other side….okay old man?” 

Jack let out a tense sigh, even as Rhys’ ran his fingers soothingly through the peppered gray streak in his hair. 

“I’ll…I’ll try…” He huffed. Rhys gave him a soft, genuine smile, even as Jack was cautiously ushered away from his lover’s side. 

“You better have a mountain of ice cream ready for me as soon as I can eat. I’m gonna be starving!” Rhys called as he was wheeled towards the operating room, giving Jack one last little wave before he was pushed through the doors.

Sure, a big part of Jack had always known that the surgery would probably go off without a hitch. And if not, at least he had violently beating the operating team for losing his lover’s life to look forward to. Still, the tension hadn’t fully bled out his body until the point where the surgeon had told him that the appendix had been removed successfully, and that Rhys was now resting in his room. 

The kid was still asleep, as pale and as still as Jack had ever seen him. Despite the assuring bleep of the machines and the steady rise and fall of Rhys’ chest underneath his thin hospital gown. Grateful that no one else had decided to stay in the room with him, Jack took a seat at Rhys’ bedside, careful of the young man’s IV as he carefully took Rhys’ hand in his. 

Things were quiet for awhile, and Jack was about to wonder if he was going to go crazy counting his boyfriend’s exhales, when suddenly Rhys started to stir.

Kitten?” Jack gasped as he grasped Rhys’ hands in both of his, waiting with bated breath as Rhys’ expression started to shift, his eyelids fluttering as his head turned to the side. Little by little, Jack was greeted with a familiar blue and brown as Rhys’ eyes opened halfway, looking around the room dazedly. 

“Rhysie….?” Jack whispered softly as the young man let out a tiny, sleepy moan. He was clearly still out of it, caught in the effects of the anasthesia. Which was fine, Jack was content to hang around and hold the kid’s hand

But then Rhys started talking

 “Muhh….J….Jack…” Rhys moaned, voice weak and reedy as he softly smacked his lips together, Jack stiffened, staring down at the young man in surprise. Rhys didn’t sound all that….conscious, like he was babbling in his sleep. 

“Yeah, pumpkin?” Jack whispered softly, not wanting to scare him. Rhys’ eyes just dazedly flicked up to him

“Oh….hey. Can you please….gotta tell Jack…” Rhys murmured, shifting slightly in his bed. Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked down on the loopy young man. Tell him what? Jack knew everything about Rhys that might be considered a dirty little secret. Turn-ons, pet peeves, ex-boyfriends. If he was planning some kind of drug-induced confession, there wasn’t much on the table that Jack didn’t already know about, or suspect. 

“You gotta….tell Jack….I love him…” Rhys whined, blissfully unaware of how he had suddenly cause Jack to freeze up in his chair, a blush reaching new heights in his cheeks as he stared down at the incoherent man. What was that?

N….No. No way. Sure, Jack cared for the kid, bought him new clothes and fancy food and fucked him so hard he was pretty sure they could hear his cries on the street below his penthouse, but love was something he figured he’d stopped dealing with years ago, when he’d given up on marriage and family and decided to just pluck whatever pretty thing he liked out of the crowds. 

And yeah here his precious little addled idiot was, gushing his blubbery little feelings out all over Jack’s lap as if the older man knew at all what to do with it. 

“Love him…so much….” Rhys continued, and damn the little lovestruck way he said that word was getting Jack redder than all the times Rhys’d wrapped those pretty little lips around his cock. “He was s-so worried…hehe…he said he’s gonna bring my ice cream…” A little quirk of a smile tugged at Rhys’ slack lips that made Jack’s heart flutter. “Do you think….do you think he’d feed it to me…? I want him to…I wanna kiss him…he can taste the ice cream….”

Jack’s heart thumped in his chest as he made a mental note to order the biggest, fanciest sundae to Rhys’ room as quickly as possible. 

“Please….tell him, okay?” Rhys’s fingers weakly tightened on Jack’s hand, Jack giving him a warm squeeze in return.

“I…Okay, kiddo. I’ll tell him.” Jack promised, daring to lean in and kiss the young man’s forehead, even as his own skin was burning with blush at Rhys’ confession. He bit his lip as he watched the kid softly flutter back down into his nap, fingers relaxing against Jack’s warm grip and leaving the CEO alone with his thoughts.

Fuck. He wondered if some of the nurses would be willing to give some of the good stuff and knock him out instead.   

Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal


It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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Viktuuri + money headcanons

Since the first round of headcanons went down well:

  • Figure skating is hella expensive okay like, even with the many sponsorship deals and prize money you wouldn’t be making an extortionate salary 
  • Despite being a bit of an airhead, Viktor is smart about money and invests it in the right places, leading to his sizeable fortune 
  • Though of course Viktor would make more money than the average male figure skater anyway considering he’s pretty much confirmed male model thanks to Yuuri’s bedroom
  • Viktor not attempting to be extra or anything, he just buys what he likes, whether it’s Gucci sunglasses or a high street branded sweater though we know he has hella fashion sense
  • Who are we kidding though this man probably gets gifted stuff by designers
  • All in all though it’s not like he just throws money away or anything 
  • Until he gets together with Yuuri 
  • Sugar daddy mode activate
  • Viktor appreciates Yuuri so much, he’s his muse and inspiration after all, the first person Viktor has ever truly loved like that 
  • It starts pretty innocently, with items Yuuri happened to show a liking to during window shopping showing up as surprise gifts 
  • Opera tickets and a fancy meal whenever Yuuri has an incredible day of training 
  • Surprise plane tickets back to Hasetsu in time for Hiroko’s birthday 
  • Viktor just really likes spending money on Yuuri because he’s literally his world and he deserves everything he could ever want 
  • Yuuri secretly feeling a bit out of place and embarrassed with all the expensive gifts and dates out though Viktor never lets him see the price tag 
  • The one time he saw how expensive the pink Cadillac was he screamed
  • Yuuri not wanting to just be some trophy husband 
  • So he gives back in his own way
  • Ultimate college student Yuuri teaching Viktor the art of couponing and sneaky voucher combinations 
  • Making the best home cooked meals ever because Viktor spent the majority of his adult life living off salads and the occasional take out 
  • Little crafted gifts that are really kind of dumb but make Viktor’s face light up like a Christmas tree 
  • Yuuri making a little origami ninja star thing (which he used to be good at as a distraction from his anxiety) and though it’s really not complicated, Viktor absolutely adores it 
  • Just… Viktuuri appreciating and showing their adoration for each other in their own way 

Bonus: you’d expect the whole gifts for sex thing to go down but no like they’re both too busy wiping the tears from each other’s eyes and hugging each other, whispering words of love 

This fun so feel free to request a topic or whatever I like doing these

the man in the moon stayed up too late

summary: it didn’t go according to plan, but gon wouldn’t have it any other way. (a morning of firsts)

notes: @canzie-gumm I’m so so sorry this is STUPIDLY LATE so I wrote an extra long ficlet that is not at all influenced by me rewatching the chimera ant arc with a friend and dying slowly from everything going on /sweats. title’s a song from fellowship of the ring because sap knows no boundaries. aged-up killugon, (fluff warning), 1100 words

“What was this all supposed to be?” Killua demands, gesturing widely against the sunny dawn sky.

Gon smiles, relishing how little resistance Killua has to their hands tangled and their bodies leaning against each other. They’ve been out all night, running through quiet streets and climbing in and through closed up amusement parks, getting terrible pizza at 2am from a half awake uni student and fighting over who got the last slice. Now it’s morning, finally, the first donuts of the day still warm as they sit on the roof of Killua’s hotel and watch the sun come up. The dawn streaks Killua’s white hair with molten gold and pale pink, shining and soft and strong.

Gon rests his head against Killua’s shoulder. He’s missed this in their time apart, having Killua close enough to lean on. It shouldn’t be comfortable, not when Killua’s all edges, but it is better than any pillow. “What was what supposed to be?” he asks.

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No Love (III) – Jeon Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: implied smut, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,578 words

Summary: It’d been a few months since you’d seen Jungkook, but you weren’t happy. The regret of letting him go, was finally beginning to sinking in. Jungkook was trying to drown himself in his work instead of thinking about you, you’d left him for good and that was hurting him, but it was hurting you too.

Previous Parts: No Love (Part I) | No Love (Part II)

Originally posted by life-ruiners

It’d been a few months since you’d seen Jungkook, but you weren’t happy. The regret of letting him go, was finally beginning to sinking in. Jungkook was trying to drown himself in his work instead of thinking about you, you’d left him for good and that was hurting him, but it was hurting you too.

With the help of Jungkook you had managed to pay off most of your student loan and your rent for the next few months so it was no worry, for now anyway. But you needed to find a job again.

You remember from your first few encounters with Jungkook, he’d said you could quit your job, there was no point in having one when he was paying you every month more than any job could give. You’d given yourself a week to get back on your feet and get a job, but that was harder than you had expected.

“Mr Jeon?” Jungkook raised his head, tiredly, as he saw Jisoo standing in front of him with a clipboard in her hand and a pen in the other. “Sorry to bother you Sir, but Mr SooMan would like these papers sighed and handed back to him before the end of the day so he knows you’d like to join the two companies together,” she began, placing the papers in front of him.

“His old ass is only after the money.” Jungkook muttered picking up the pen in fury and signing it quickly. “Anything else?” She only shook her head back at him as he handed her back the papers and pen. “You should get some rest Sir. You look awfully tired.” She said softly and gave him a small smile before walking out of his office and closing the door. Jungkook placed his head in his hands – he needed someone else to replace you.


You were running for work that day so you had skipped breakfast, deciding you could just snack on something once you got to the café. It was a simple job and it didn’t pay very well, but, something was better than nothing right? You had your head down looking for your phone so you could call your roommate and tell her you’d make her some breakfast and it was in the microwave, but you crashed into something hard which had sent you falling to the ground, landing on your butt.

“O-oh gosh I’m so sorry that was my fault I wasn’t looking where I was goin-” you already began speaking out excuses and apologies, but you hadn’t noticed who had sent you to the floor until they held out a hand for you to get up and spoke, “it’s fine.”

There was no way you could forget that beautiful, deep voice in a million years.


You finally looked up at him. He looked the same, except for maybe the hair, it was styled down naturally instead of being in the gelled back hair he’d always have for work and it gave him a more boyish look. You liked it. You took his hand and he helped you up, a smile on his lips as he looked back at you, but his eyes spoke a different story. They looked hurt, dead even, they didn’t give off the happy feeling you knew when you were with him…

A smaller figure stepped forward from behind him and it was then when you realised it was a young women, probably a little older than you. “Are you okay sweetie?” she asked, a hand over her heart as if she had done something bad. You nodded back, “I-I’m fine, thank you.”

There was an awkward silence filling the air as all three of you kept quiet, Jungkook and you stealing glances at each other. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a strong one,” she laughed a little trying to loosen up the awkwardness. “Yeah, she knows babe,” Jungkook spoke up.

Babe? Of course, why were you expecting him to still be single? All you two had was a sexual relationship, nothing more and nothing less, of course he would replace you. But…babe? He’d said it himself that he didn’t do serious relationships but here he was with a girl by his side (who was absolutely beautiful) and calling her babe.

“Oh, you two know each other?

“Yeah, we were…” Jungkook paused awkwardly, not knowing what to call you.

“Friends,” you finished. “Were friends?” she looked between the both of you.

“Ah well, we kind of drifted apart. I don’t know if she’d like to keep calling me her friend or not after all this time.” Jungkook let out a small chuckle, but you could only smile back a little.

“I’m sorry to ruin this moment, but I uh, I’ve got work to go to…”

“Oh! Sorry to keep you here for this long. Maybe you could come over and have dinner with the both of us one day?” The women smiled and wrapped her arm around Jungkook’s waist, “I’d love to get to know you…” she trailed off, realising she didn’t know your name.

“Y/N, it’s Y/N.” You said back, “and I’d uh love to come over, one day.” Jungkook’s eyes widened a little, you didn’t want to go over, not after all that had happened with you and Jungkook, but it would have been rude to decline. After all, whoever Jungkook was dating was so kind and beautiful.

“Y/N,” she smiled and held out her hand, “that’s a beautiful name. I’m Hani, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Hani. I’ll see you later then.” You smiled at them both quickly before walking away to the café, shaken up from that encounter.


“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it!” Hani grinned at you and gave you a big hug and let you into Jungkook’s place. “I’m not sure what your favourite food was but I hope you like lasagne.”

“Ah, I’m fine with anything really,” you smiled back. She was so beautiful and so caring, no wonder Jungkook went for her. “Dinner isn’t really done yet but if you’re looking for Kook, he’s upstairs on the right. He seemed to be really nervous about today. I don’t know why though. Maybe you could go and talk to him? Become friends again, yes?” if only she knew.

You couldn’t help yourself and your feet took you to his office, the one you’d been in so many times. The one you’d been bent over on as Jungkook took you from behind. Your hands got sweaty all of a sudden so you wiped them on your jeans, knocking on the door before he called out for you to come in.

“Hey…” he looked up before realising it was you, not Hani. “Oh, hey. I didn’t think you’d come today,” he spoke as he closed the paper work and put his pen down. “Yeah neither did I actually.” He couldn’t help but smile a little.

“How’ve you-”

“So you and-” you both spoke and stopped at the same time before laughing a little. “You go first.” Jungkook said as he got out of his seat and rolled up his sleeves a little. “I was going to say, you and Hani hey?” he shrugged back with a small smile. “You’re complaining?”

“No its just, I’m pretty sure I remember you saying when we first met, I repeat and quote, “I don’t do relationships, they are a waste of time”, isn’t that right Mr Jeon?”

“First of all, if you were trying to mock me with that voice, it was way off.” You and Jungkook both chuckled. “Secondly, a person changes I guess…” you only nodded back slowly. “Is she making you happy?”

“Yeah, she is, she’s beautiful.” Jungkook said back. Your heart broke a little on the inside, your smile faltering a little. “What were you going to say?” you asked, trying to change the conversation.

“Ah, I was going to ask how’ve you been…I see you got a new job to.”

“Yeah, I’ve been well, could be better but you know, that’s life.” It was his turn to nod back slowly. “No boyfriend?”

You shook your head. “Nope, I haven’t even looked at a guy after we ended,” you admitted.

“I thought you said ‘we’ didn’t exist.”

“Well I can’t go around saying ‘my sugar daddy and I went separate ways and now I’m trying to find a job so I don’t go back to starving myself’ now can I Jungkook?”

Silence filled the air after your little speech, you and Jungkook just staring at each other, “I’m going to go downstairs,” you turned on your heels before his hand came and grabbed your wrist, turning you around and before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours.

You weren’t able to think clearly, maybe it was because of his soft lips. Maybe it was the sexual tension that was beginning to grow in the room. Maybe, just maybe, it was because you missed him. You missed his laugh, his smile, the way his nose crinkles up when he tastes his cooking and it’s disgusting, you missed his hugs, his warm chest, you missed his steady heartbeat. God, you missed Jungkook so much.

Your hand went up to his cheek as your other hand went up to wrap around the back of his neck, tangling in his hair slightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him desperately. The kiss was messy and needy, but somehow, it was full of love.

You were the first one to pull away, in need of some air. Jungkook rested his forehead on yours, looking down at you while slightly out of breath. “Do you regret that?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. “No,” you replied. The two of you stood like that, in comfortable silence for what seemed like forever until you moved away first, straightening yourself up and clearing your throat. “We should…go have dinner.”

Jungkook only nodded back before stuffing his hands in his jeans, following after you.


Your first meeting with Jungkook, replayed in your head.

“I’m here to see Mr Jeon J-”

“Jeon Jungkook, yes come this way madam.” The elder man who spoke to you wore a tuxedo with a pure white cloth placed on his arm as you followed behind him through the expensive restaurant, leading you away from most of the guests and into a more secluded part.

Jungkook came into your sight. He was wearing a suit too, hair slicked back, he looked so good, at least he wasn’t a middle aged man who was looking for sex. He stood up and walked towards you, smirking a little and holding out his hand for you. “Miss Y/N, yes? Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you. You look even more beautiful in real life I must admit.” He kissed your hand lightly when you placed it down on his. He stood back and admired your figure and gave a small nod.

“Thank you…you too- uh, I mean you look handsome, not beautiful. You are beautiful though- oh gosh…” He only chuckled in response before whispering out a “you’re cute,” before pulling out your seat.

“I got here a little earlier so I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered red wine for us both.” He raised the glass to his lips before taking a small sip and placing it back down. “Ah, it’s fine.”

“Instead of beating around the bush, let’s discuss some of the terms of this, ‘relationship’ yes?” you nodded back at him.

“You do understand this should be no strings attached, absolutely no feelings otherwise I’ll let you go. I don’t do relationships, they are a waste of time for a busy man like me. When I call you, you’ll come over and aid me in anything I want but most of the time it’s sex. On board with me so far?” you gulped a little before muttering out a small “yes” as he continued to explain what were the basic rules until your dinner was served.

“So, what made you want to do this whole sugar daddy ordeal? You seem too innocent for something like this.” Jungkook hummed, looking up at you for an answer.

“I need to survive I guess? I need to pay off student loans and pay rent for the apartment my mum, sister and I live in. Sometimes the world is cruel to the innocent ones,” you smiled safly before continuing, “you’re lucky you’ve been born into a family of riches. You don’t need to worry about getting kicked out of a rundown place that you call home.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult to me?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you. You were different, really different. The other girls who had came crawling to him just wanted a whole lot of sex or the money. Yes some of them wanted to survive through life and pay off their student loans too but when Jungkook started paying them, they turned into sex crazed sluts who didn’t have any worth of self-respect.

“O-oh my gosh no! Not at all I didn’t mean to come across that way I just- oh gosh I’m so sorry,” you felt so bad for downgrading him like that but he only smiled back at you, but it didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just because I’m born into a family of riches doesn’t mean everything runs smoothly princess.”


You found yourself crying over the last week almost every day, the regret of kissing Jungkook playing over and over in your mind, but you didn’t regret it either. With trembling hands you texted Jungkook.

30/10/16 | 9:53 AM | You:

Hey, can I see you?

30/10/16 | 9:57 AM | Jungkook:

Why? What’s wrong?

30/10/16 | 9:59 AM | You:

I need to talk to you. Urgently.

30/10/16 | 10:01 AM | Jungkook:

Mine at 7pm sound good?

30/10/16 | 10:04 AM | You:

I’ll see you then.


“Have you…been crying?” He asked the second he opened the door, seeing your red swollen eyes.

“Is Hani home?” you asked quickly, fiddling with your hands due to you being nervous. “We broke u-” you didn’t even let him finish his sentence before you clung onto him, crashing your lips onto his and kissing him with a fiery passion, holding onto him tightly. It took him a few seconds to realise what had actually happened before he was kissing you back, holding you close.

Tears were rolling down your face, the taste of bitter saltiness being tasted in your kiss but neither of you cared. You pulled back and buried your face into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying that day. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I-I’m sorry for saying I don’t love you, because I-I do, so damn much Jungkook. P-please tell me it’s not too late, please.”

He remained silent, raising your chin with his finger so he was looking down at you, a smile plastered on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Jungkook, so much.” That night, there was no “daddy” no “baby girl” no fucking, it was love. Jungkook had made love to you, and you couldn’t be happier. The man you loved was back in your world again and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Neither could Jungkook. Something that started out with no love, had turned into love, maybe that was your fate.

a/n: omg finally finished this mini series! i hope you all liked and enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it >.< feedback is appreciated! (p.s, i’ll be working on another part to camboy!seokjin tomorrow hehe)

The day Yuuri moves into Viktor's apartment
  • Viktor: Hey Yuuri I got you something
  • *hands gift*
  • Yuuri: You didn't have to!
  • Viktor: I wanted you to have something to remind you of home
  • Yuuri: Chopsticks?! Oh Vi- wait. Are these real gold?
  • Viktor, hiding behind Makkachin plushie: Of COURSE not...

anonymous asked:

Hi! Have I mentioned how perfect your last jackparse daddy kink was? It's an absolute work of beauty. I was wondering if you've considered writing more for that particular 'verse? Even something short, other people's POV, 5+1? Or anything, really, just J and K affirming their lifestyle and how awesome they are together. Would be really really happy with anything you'll write either way!

Your daily jackparse ficlet is early today because it’s my birthday so I’m gonna go eat my weight in all you can eat sushi. 

Note: this is technically set in the sugar daddy verse but makes no mention of that dynamic. If you’re not into that kink, it won’t be a problem.

Ransom was nose-deep in his anatomy book when his headphones were tugged off him from behind. He twisted around, but there was no one there.

“Hey,” said Kent, from the seat right in front of him.

“Gah!” said Ransom, jumping. “Dude.”

“How are you even surprised,” said Kent. “I literally just - sigh.”

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In My Mind 02 (Katlaska) - Miss Sugar Pink

A/N: Thank you very much for your kind words! They really motivated me to write more! I hope you don’t mind a bit of a slow burn. And shoutout to my sister who made this lovely picture for my fic! Thank you!

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Sparks and Sugar

// Here is the fluffy fluff Jerome x reader that was requested by a lovely angelic Anon! Hope y’all like it.

Warnings: Fluffy Jerome, Cuddly Jerome, Loving Jerome, Flirty Jerome, Jerome trying to flirt, ALL THE FLUFFY JEROME STUFF.

(This contains a headcanon {sorta} that me and one of my friends came up with. It’s basically that Jerome is super flirty with everyone, and he’s pretty good at flirting-except when it’s with the person he likes. Then he gets super embarrassed, cant talk, and all his smoothness is gone, etc.)

Title: Sparks and Sugar.

Need to know: Y/n is a member of the Maniax and Jerome has been crushin on her for a long, long time. (even while they were in arkham)

Rating: Fluffy Fluff. //

As y/n walks into the room, Jerome’s voice drops instantly, his gaze landing on her as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. Ever since they’d all gotten out of Arkham, Jerome had been non-stop flirting with Barbara, although he had no interest in her. Barbara raises her eyebrows, a small smile on her face.

“If you’re going to flirt with someone, why don’t you go flirt with her?” She whispers, motioning at y/n.

“Don’t be so obvious!” Jerome hisses. He glances at her quickly, a small sigh slipping past his lips as he plops into the chair next to Barbara. “Doesn’t she look amazing, Barb? She’s so gorgeous…especially in that dress.” Barbara smiles and sets her magazine down.

“Hey, y/n!” Jerome’s eyes widen slightly as she looks over, and he immediately picks up the magazine and pretends to read it. “Jerome likes your dress,” Barbara calls out, causing Jerome’s face to heat up, turning a shade of crimson red. Y/n smiles brightly at him.

“Well, that’s great. Too bad he’s not here to tell me himself.” Y/n jokes, casting a teasing glance towards Jerome. “Tell him I said that’s really sweet,” she spins around and flounces to the couch. 

“She said-” 

“I heard what she said, Barbara!” Jerome whispers. “How could you do that? That was so embarrassing, Barbara. She probably thinks I’m some freak now…” Jerome’s face falls, and he stares at the table. “I just want to talk to her.” He mumbles. Before he knows what’s happening, Barbara stands up. 

“Go talk to her then. You flirt all the time, it can’t be that hard, can it?” Jerome frowns. 

“Just watch.” He mutters, standing up and plopping down on the seat next to her.

“Oh, hey there.” Y/n says, smiling. “I heard ya like my dress?” She raises her eyebrows, grinning widely. “That’s really nice of you, Jerome.” His eyes widen slightly and his cheeks once again turn a rosy pink as he looks away. She tilts her head.

“Y-yeah, well, it’s a nice.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he stops his sentence suddenly, picking at the loose threads on a pillow. 

“A nice? A nice what?” Y/n laughs.

“Dress- a nice dress,” Jerome murmurs, daring to make eye contact with her. Y/n tilts her head, her smile widening.

“Sorry? What was that?”

“I- I said, I said…your dress is nice.” He looks away. “I don’t think it’s your dress though. I think it’s you.” Jerome whispers, not meeting her e/c gaze. Y/n’s eyes light up, and a warm sensation fills her heart at the faint blush on Jerome’s cheeks, the uncertainty in his eyes. He stands up to leave, but y/n stands up too, blocking his way. Jerome stares past her, trying not to make eye contact. Then, y/n does the last thing he ever expected. She reaches out and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly. 

Jerome’s whole body stiffens against hers, his lips parting as a small gasp slips past them. He reacts in an instant, wrapping his arms around her, in his urgency tripping backwards onto the couch. Y/n erupts in laughter, snuggling into his hug as he wraps his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hold you,” Jerome whispers, his heart beating faster. Y/n smiles, shaking her head slightly. “You are too ridiculously cute, Jerome.” His cheeks turn red as he laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, well your beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing her cheek quickly before meeting her gaze. Y/n’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh really?”
"Yeah, really y/n. You’re-you’re beautiful.”

Dangerous Woman- Part 9

A/N: Eat your heart out because this is fucking sugar!

Warnings: FLUFF/Pre-smut

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader 

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Prompt: Chibi!Obi-Wan running around

@swpromptsandasks Here ya go! I hope you like it! *offers sacrifice* :D

Anakin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting to squash both a growing headache and a hint of amusement at the turn of events. “Let me get this straight, Cody.” Anakin stood taller and opened his eyes to look at the commander. “You had me, Ahsoka, and the rest of the 501st scouring the Resolute for Obi-Wan, fearing for his life, and the whole time he was sleeping in your helmet?! And not only that-” Anakin continued, arms gesturing with his outrage and interrupting whatever Cody may have said, “-but when he woke up you decided to give him candy!”

“Nexus gummies. They’re his favorite-”

“And now he’s running around the ship like a loth-kitten from hell!”

Cody shrugged, lips twitching with the urge to smile. “He wanted a treat.”

The doors to the bridge slid open, and it took Anakin a moment to realize that the blur of motion that had zipped in was in fact his former Master.

“Hello there!”

Obi-Wan hopped onto Cody’s shoulder, all but buzzing from excitement and the sugar zinging through his system. “Gummy gummy gummy?”

Anakin protested loudly and started hurrying forward even as Cody pulled a few gummies from the pouch on his belt,  handing them to the tiny Jedi on his shoulder. “There ya go, General.”

Obi-Wan cheered and jumped off his perch just as Anakin dived to try and grab him, landing in the middle of the holo-table and stuffing the gummies into his mouth. “Op! Too slow, Anakin!”

The doors to the bridge opened again, this time followed by Rex, Echo, and Fives, who all but stumbled in, looking like they’d been running laps around the star destroyer. 

“Th…There he is!”

Rex was hunched forward, one hand on his knee and the other held up in surrender as he struggled to catch his breath. “General Kenobi, sir…perhaps it’s time for another nap-?”


Obi-Wan hopped down from the holo-table and was a blur of motion once again, slapping Rex’s shin as he ran past him and out of the bridge. “Tag! You’re it!”

Fives and Echo glanced at each other, then at Anakin, then at Rex, before laughing and running after Obi-Wan. Rex, after taking one more deep breath, threw a quick salute Anakin’s way and ran after his troopers with a laugh and an “I’m gonna get you!”

Cody (and the rest of the officers on the bridge) couldn’t quite stifle their amused laughs, especially at Anakin’s disbelieving stare at the bridge doors. 

“Did…Does my former master have the battle-hardened troops of the 501st playing tag with him? Aboard a Jedi-led, Venator-class Star Destroyer in the middle of a war!

Cody chuckled and put down his helmet. “Yes…and I’m gonna go join them!”

He ran out of the bridge with a merry “See ya later, General!”, leaving Anakin with his mouth agape. The doors opened yet again (the sound of them opening would probably make Anakin’s eye twitch for months), and Ahsoka was laughing. 

“Well, what are you waiting for, Skyguy? C’mon!”

Anakin closed his mouth as Ahsoka sprinted off, hearing the echos of laughter and the occasional exclaimed curse. He cleared his throat, glancing around the bridge as he walked calmly to the doors.

“If anyone needs me just send me a message on my comm.”

There was a nod and a “Yes, sir!” from one of the officers, and as soon as the doors had closed behind him he yelped and jumped out of the way of a sprinting trooper, Obi-Wan cackling from where he stood on said trooper’s shoulder.

“Faster, Fives! Faster! He’s gaining on us!”

Rex was there a moment later, only catching a glimpse of the duo skidding around the corner. He laughed and darted forward, only to stop and do a double-take at the sight of Anakin.

“General Skywalker!”

“Rex. You’re still it?”

Rex patted Anakin’s shoulder and grinned. “Not anymore, sir.”

He ran down the corridor, announcing that Anakin was now “it”, and Fives and Obi-Wan, who had stopped and peeked their heads back around the corner when they’d realized that Rex was no longer chasing them, shrieked and ran as well. More and more clones and officers joined in on their game until most of the Resolute was engaged in what would be remembered as the most epic game of Tag! You’re It! in recent recorded history. 

All thanks to one little general and his nexus gummies.

My head canon Chilty is always bearded and always a tiny, anxious ball of self-doubt. I really have such a soft spot for this little piece of shit. I just want him to be happy and safe.

Here he’s post-Abel but pre-Miriam/Hannibal.

Can I have a Dr. Chilton x reader where he spoils her with diamonds and gives her allowance. Basically like a sugar daddy but they’re in a real relationship. And it’s just sexy and lovey dovey

It was sweet, how he could still get so nervous around you, over a year into your relationship.  

You had met him at the opening of an exhibit in the museum where you worked. In the middle of your conversation with Dr. Bloom, an old college friend with whom you had recently re-connected, he had swaggered over to greet her and introduce himself to you. Between his awful, skeezy attempts at flirting and the underlying current of insecurity, you hadn’t been sure what to make of the strange doctor.

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