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cloudy-em · 9 months

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Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

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tarjapearce · 6 months

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Do you think there will be a part 2 to El Diablo Wears Prada?? Like Miguel takes you home and uses you in his office under his desk while in meetings or like Massimo manages to scrounge up the money he owes but Miguel keeps you anyway?? I am legit OBSESSED because it was so fucking goooood 💖

Heeyyy. There will be for sure ❤️

Just lemme return to my country and I'll update some stuffs. Hope it doesn't flop jksjs.

P. d. (Business trip ongoing 🫠) Will update Crimson Crown someday during this week though (Had a little something written before traveling) Can't write smutty things cause I make weird noises while at it 😂.

#talking with t✨#miguel o'hara #mafia miguel

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ksywoo · 2 years

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Hello Fizzy!!!

I'm here with an idea for ya :)

F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL

I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)

Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)

Thank you! 💙

How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader pronouns: they/them word count: 5.5k genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else! note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved

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STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are.

“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.”

“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.”

“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.”

You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”

Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?”

“Shua?”

The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.”

“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.”

Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.

“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh.

“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.”

“Of course it was Jeonghan.”

Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.

“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection.

“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.”

Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap.

You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends.

In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.

If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to.

If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.

If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically.

If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep.

Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.

So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you.

But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over.

Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan.

Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time.

You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss.

“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.”

Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?”

Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.”

You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up.

“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed.

“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol.

Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?”

Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?”

“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”

“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.”

You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.”

“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.”

“What do you mean?”

Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.”

At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.

“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply.

“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back.

“Soonyoung.”

“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.”

Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.”

You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.”

“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”

Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.”

“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”

“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”

The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”

“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”

Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”

“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”

“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?”

“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated.

“I don’t mean it like that–”

“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”

“Y/n–”

“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.”

You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.

STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.

Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung.

“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth.

Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.”

You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.

“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?”

You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.”

“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.”

“You’re a good student.”

He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?”

You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.”

He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean.

“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters.

It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you.

During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.

It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings?

In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion.

But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree.

Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart.

STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess.

A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless.

So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed.

The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”

“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.

“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.

You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.”

You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?”

“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.”

You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”

“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?”

Seungkwan shrugged.

“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”

“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.”

He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”

Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.

“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer.

Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung.

You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things.

“One date,” you agreed.

Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”

“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile.

STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.

He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to.

“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense.

“Was he at least a good kisser?”

“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.”

“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned.

“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.”

“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours.

“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized.

“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected.

“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you.

“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.”

“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.”

Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended.

“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.”

“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown.

“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.”

“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.

“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.

“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).

“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”

“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled.

“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.”

You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”

“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed.

Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”

“Then who’s the other member?” you asked.

“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock.

“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention.

“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.

He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”

“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.”

The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.

“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”

Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”

Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.

“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"

“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?”

Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying.

Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary.

“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers.

“Are you being serious?” you asked softly.

Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft.

You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce.

“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately.

“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?”

Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door.

“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.

“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.”

The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense.

“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable.

“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?”

“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled.

“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.”

“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.”

“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.”

Soonyoung frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”

“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…”

“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…”

He laughed, urging you to explain.

“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...”

Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.

“We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.”

You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious.

“So you just never talked to anyone about me?”

“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars.

“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.”

“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.”

You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked.

“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.”

You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.”

“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?”

“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–”

Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after.

“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.

“In a bad way?” you asked.

“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.”

You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his.

“But how about a date?”

STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining

Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up.

“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money.

“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh.

“That makes it so much more annoying.”

“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone.

“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.”

“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.”

“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly.

“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.”

#fizzys fics #kwon soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #soonyoung x you #hoshi x you #seventeen fanfic #soonyoung fanfic #hoshi fanfic #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung fanfic #soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung x you #ksy x reader

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jensensfanfic · 11 months

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OK OK OK

justin x gn!reader

justin and reader are in his room studying together, but justin can’t stop doing that shy little smile and looking at reader whenever they aren’t looking. his ass is NOT listening. and it eventually ends in a kiss 😙

hey, friend!! hope you like it! (i'm so ???? on the ending... is it too cheesy? 😂)

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader

warnings: one mention of bryce, set in s1, cursing, kiss

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Justin has been doing this for the past hour; he keeps smiling over at you every time you look down at your work, and he thinks you won't notice.

"What is it, Justin?" You throw down your pen and stand up, leaning your hands against the back of the creeky chair, one leg kneeling on it. "Do you need something?"

He doesn't care in the slightest that he's been caught. He just crosses his legs and smirks.

"Not that I know of." He shrugs.

"Then why do you keep doing the puppy eyes at me?"

"How can I not when you're sat there being... you."

"Ugh!" You groan, though inside you feel a little giddy with tiny butterflies. Traitors. "Then I'm gonna leave. You can study with Bryce."

"What? No. Don't leave." Justin reaches over to grab your hand. "Please."

"Then let me study in peace. Stop staring, creep-o."

Justin releases you and flops down onto his back on his bed. "I'll try my very, very best."

He crosses he fingers in the air and waves them at you. "Promise."

"Good."

You watch him close his eyes and sigh happily. He's so relaxed, and it makes you feel some sense of pride and solace, knowing that you can have this effect on him.

Leaning over his face, you cup his jaw and revel in his intake of breath when you surprise him with a kiss. You struggle when his hands find your waist, and he tries to pull you down. Wiggling free, you tap his cheek a few times and shake your head.

He whines, "That's it? One kiss?"

"Yep. Now, be quiet and let me sleep or do some of your own work."

"Fuck, do I have to?"

"If you want another kiss."

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Taglist: @mockerycrow @wqxianwriting

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#my writing #mine #justin foley fanfic #justin foley imagine #justin foley x reader #justin x reader #justin foley #fluff

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powderpinkprincess · 2 years

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Sweater Weather [Legolas x human!reader]

Inspired by the song Sweater Weather of The Neighborhood. I took some of the lyrics and changed it a little :)

I wrote this on the bus lol, a dude flopped down right next to me, I hope he read it all and enjoyed 😂

Colorful leaves under your feet.

The crisp autumn air playing with your hair. The rays of the sinking Sun painted the forest in a bright shade of orange. You inhaled deeply and smiled a little. That day the world was beautiful.

You gazed forward at the Elf marching in front of you, his footsteps silent on the autumn ground. He was going to lose you in the woods if he kept on walking in a pace like that. You hurried your steps, but tripped over a root you didn't notice.

"Legolas," you whispered, giving in. Of course, he heard it. He stopped and turned back. He was way too far for you to see his face, though you were quite sure he was frowning.

"Y/n?" he asked as he walked back, closer to you.

"You are a little too quick," you mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest, trying to warm your fingers. You had to admit, now that the Sun wasn't up that high on the sky the weather became rather cold.

Legolas frowned as he scrutinized your body with an expression you couldn't read. Elves were so strange sometimes.

"Are you hurt?" he asked finally, looking up into your eyes.

"What- No. You're just walking too fast," you told him again. "And I guess... It's too cold for me here."

You saw the light of understanding in his eyes. Then he took off his cloack and laid it on your shoulders. You inhaled the familiar scent of him and your breath hitched. You stood there staring at him, breathless and you were sure you had never seen anyone as gorgeous as him in the light of that October sunset.

He reached out and took your hands between his palms, deep in thoughts.

"Let me hold both your hands," he explained quietly. "Only for a second. They're awfully cold. Why didn't you warn me sooner? You know, my kin doesn't sense the changes of temperature the same way yours do."

He wasn't angry with you. His worried expression made your stomach flutter. His palms were warmer than what you expected. He watched your face, but now you desperately tried to avoid his look. Your cheeks were bright red.

He often took your breath away. You didn't mind, there was not much to say. The silence guided your minds.

Did he know what you thought about?

You doubted it. He had never touched you like this before. Suddenly, you found yourself fighting with tears as you thought about it. Your heart adored him, and sometimes it just hurt so much. Could he ever even like you the same way you liked him?

You swallowed and pulled your hands away. No, he had absolutely no idea how much you loved him, and this was how things should be. After all, all you were is a human.

He flashed you another innocent smile and turned away to stare into the distance the way only Elves were able to.

"Hold on a little longer, we're not so far away anymore," he stated, and then took a step towards your destination. "Another hour or so and you'll be warm again."

You sighed. Thick clouds swam to cover the last rays of sunshine, and the forest changed into a misty shade of grey. What would have happened if you just let him hold your hands a little longer?

#legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #legolas #lotr #legolas fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas imagine

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leegemma · 1 year

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Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

#tickle fics #ticklish!reader #tickling community #steve rogers #natasha romanov #ler!natasha #ler!steve #lee!reader

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skippyv20 · 1 month

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About the launch of Meghan’s new brand, I'm just going to say that she’s possibly the woman with the worst taste in the world. Horrible monogram, and horrible aesthetics, it's all so unpleasant to look at. Everything is beige and dull, in her mind she must have the idea that beige means power or royalty, otherwise, it doesn't explain her obsession with that colour, can you imagine living in a house where everything is beige? I know she doesn't really live in a mansion or have children, but can you imagine if archidoll and lilidoll really existed the depression of those children living in a house without any colour? Anyway, her TIG 2.0 will be the flop of the year and as always it's fun to see her fail. Since it looks like we will never get rid of Meghan the only thing left is to laugh at her failures.

Yep! The target group she seeks…..don’t want anything to do with her….there is no hope😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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calumhoodgoss · 8 days

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Ugh so much shit about her has been deleted.

But I remember when she was sending screenshots of private messages between her and cal to a fan group chat. Both before they were together and after.

She would claim that every time someone had an issue with her it was because of her ‘proximity to a man’ ie:cal even before they were together instead of just owning her shit and apologizing for whatever she was called out on.

She was lesphobic and then gave a half assed reply.

She claimed that she was teaching cal to use the word ‘slore’ which is a slut shaming word and then tried to say that she didn’t even though she had that post up still 😂 obviously she’s not the brightest tool in the shed.

She also used to blackfish constantly.

She posted during the Ukraine/russia conflict that ‘war is dickriding energy’??? And then gave a half assed apology.

Her first song that she put out about him has a line talking about picking fights with him even though she knows she’s wrong and that’s like textbook abusive partner 101.

She’s also been talking about drugs a lot lately and I find that really fucking weird.

I think she’s isolated cal and made him really fucking depressed. I can’t stand her and I hope her bob looks terrible, he breaks up with her and her career flops, cause let’s face it her voice sucks too.

Sorry for the rant I’m just super annoyed right now and there is so much bad shit that she’s done that I can’t remember at the moment but I will eventually 😂

youre such a trooper for remembering all this I love you

that's all SO MESSY like where is her media literacy? I completely understand wanting to be authentic and interactive with your audience (I think thats what she thinks she's doing) but that doesn't mean you have to be a fuxking idiot publicly lolll

the line about 'I hope her bob looks terrible' made me literally laugh, that's so real i feel you

#amh

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Soft yandere Eddie with a reader who he first meets when he's taking out a corrupt official. She was his secretary and at the wrong place at the wrong time so she ends up being temporarily abducted as a hostage until his plan is complete. "I'm so sorry princess I just can't risk anything going wrong." He ends up falling in love with her within literally 20 minutes. "It's alright sweet thing you won't have to work for a pig like him ever again 🥰." Reader ends up in his lap being smothered with cuddles and kisses when the reality of the situation sinks in and she gets homesick

A/N: Hehe I love this idea, I don't realise how much I get into writing these until my eyes water from how wide they are 😂 Only have two exams left now thank god, so I'll be able to keep on top of matchups and more requests and stuff 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, obsessive loving Riddler, kidnapping 😏

Words: 1270

It had all happened in a blur. The banging and clattering of that metallic weapon, bouncing off your boss' skull violently before it dropped, blood spattered over its silver shine. That loud, sickening sound of duct tape being pulled out, then snapped off the roll and neatly pressed over his face, bloodied, angry red words over the covering. You had seen it all through a crack in the door, originally going back to the office to drop something apparently urgent off from one of his associates.

It doesn't matter now. The man's dead.

And just as you'd recovered from trembling in horror, wide eyes and uneven muffled breaths behind your hand, you took a wobbly step back, the weak wooden tiling creaking under you and causing the murderer to look up in awareness, spotting your figure behind the door. You didn't even try to run. You were frozen to the spot in fear and shock, until the killer trapped your body against his, one arm holding your back tightly against his chest, the other hand shoving a cloth with some sort of drug soaking the material, until you flopped in his arms, unconscious.

You wake up in a dimmed, dark shabby room, pictures and papers pinned to practically every inch of the walls around you and hundreds of books stacked on shelves in complicated, messy orders. He sits opposite you, typing away on a laptop, and his green eyes seem to smile at you as you come to, eyeing him wearily, your gaze studying your unfamiliar surroundings.

He says hello, calls you by your name, friendly enough but distorted somewhat under the mask and voicebox. A hundred questions and worries whiz through your head all at once; how does he know your name? No, that's a stupid question.

"Who..." your voice starts off as a whisper, and you try again, sitting p slightly, "who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" The masked man breathes, almost hurt. "I'm The Riddler. And, of course, I know who you are. You shouldn't be working for people like your former boss, darling. They aren't good people. But it's alright," he shakes his head, as if already dismissing a non-existent apology, "you're here now, aren't you?"

"I'm where?"

"In a safe place," The Riddler replies simply, and sighs at the look on your face. "Oh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm sorry, princess, I just... I can't afford any little obstacles right now. I know you'd never want to cause problems..."

You shake your head, hoping that'll help. "You're keeping me here?"

"For now," Riddler agrees, looking back at his computer as he closes the page and shuts it firmly. "Until my plan is complete. You won't get hurt, you aren't corrupt, so don't look so worried, hmm?"

You blink down at the bed you're sitting on, leant back against the headrest as the effects of whatever drug he'd given you wear off. You nod silently, trying to understand and accept your situation, but it's too much to take in.

And as if that isn't enough, you jump in surprise as you look up and see The Riddler closer to you now, up from his chair as he approaches you gradually, eyes taking you in behind his clear-framed glasses in curiosity and what looks like fondness.

"You are beautiful, though," he whispers with a crazed giggle, a gloved hand reaching out to ghost his fingers over your cheek, the touch so slight you barely feel it. "And you look so nervous. Do you really need protection that bad? What are you doing in Gotham, sweet thing?"

You stare at him for a moment, taken aback by his words and sudden gentle, affectionate tone. "I... I've lived here all my life."

"I've never seen you," Riddler thinks aloud, a small frown on his face. "It doesn't matter now, though, because I found you. I've got you, see! You're absolutely safe now. You don't have to work for a pig like him ever again, angel, okay?"

"I..." you nod slowly, doing nothing but watch as his fingers start toying with your hair, so curiously, sitting beside you on the bed now and leant in fairly closely. "Okay...?"

The Riddler stops his movements then, giggling at you again in amusement and adoration as he reads your expression.

"You're still so nervous, aren't you?" He coos with a grin behind his mask, and a gasp catches in your throat as he actually lifts you up and places you securely on his lap, like any normal couple would.

"There we go," he says contentedly, his arms pushing you back into him as he starts rocking you a little in his hold. "Just relax, and you'll stop feeling so worried in no time."

You hesitantly let yourself lean back in uncertain ease, and the Riddler smiles happily, rubbing his gloved hands up and down your arms. you can feel his warm breath from behind the mask, tickling your neck, and you find yourself dying to know who's under there, which everyday citizen of Gotham has kidnapped and is cradling you like a baby in their arms after such a cruel, senseless murder.

You bite your lip, thinking of home, the naturally comforting familiarities and food and furniture and smells.

"I want to go home," you can't help whispering, and The Riddler hums in acknowledgement, resting his chin on top of your head.

"You are home," he says, in a tone where you can't tell whether he's joking or being serious, or both, and laughs at himself. "I know, lovely, but one day at a time, alright? And when you do go," Riddler adds, "it doesn't mean we can't see each other, does it?"

"You want to see me?" you repeat, trying to resist liking the feel of his hands on your skin and the warmth of his embrace and remember that he's a killer, he's a stranger. "I don't know who you are. Not under.... that."

"I'll always be who I really am," The Riddler tells you with a smile, nuzzling his mask against your cheek and squeezing your side with his hand. "Maybe soon, when we can completely trust each other, I'll be able to let you see me for me. But why wouldn't I want to see you? You're so... angelic," he continues, audibly kissing your neck through his mask and hugging you impossibly closer.

You close your mouth in defeat, your gaze gliding to the window, where lopsided blinds show a partial view of the dark night skies looming above the city. The best you can do now is wait until morning to figure things out. But, until then, you're stuck with a serial killer with wide, adoring eyes and soft but passionate touches... and you've only been awake for twenty minutes.

"I think you'll like it while you're here," The Riddler tells you, oblivious to your thoughts as he fondles you delicately. "We'll make it work, won't we? Of course we will! You're so lovely..."

And then he's back to pressing fake kisses against your skin and cuddling you impossibly closer, and you sigh to yourself, not stopping yourself from just soaking in the madman's affection and trying not to think too much about anything, especially home.

When you go back to it, when he lets you go back, you're almost certain that you'll never walk through the front door being happily oblivious to the darkness and bloody truth of the city... and certain that there will be the man behind the mask trailing in after you with the same hopeful eyes and wide, hidden smile.

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asunflowerana · 1 year

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𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, and there's nothing better than some fresh and intring title to watch, with your favorite companion by your side. But what was supposed to be a simple movie session at your local theater, suddenly becomes an very immersive experience. Take your seat, and hold your popcorn tight, 'cause this's going to be a heck of an adventure!

⋗ 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙏 (via ask)

FANDOM — choose between: haikyuu!!, tokyo revengers kuroko no basket, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen or daiya no ace.

HOW MANY TICKETS? — choose your date (s/o) to this movie night, and if you wish, 1-3 friends/faves (characters) to keep you company (recommend for better experience hehe).

THE MOVIE — pick a genre between: action, adventure/fantasy, romance, sci-fi, drama, mistery or horror.

THE PLOT — if you wish to, include in your ask inspirations, elements, au's, tropes, anything that you'd like to have in your movie.

SEAT — Choose the number of your seat (1-25). It can influence the path of your journey.

⋗ 𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎

🍿— After sending the ask, you'll receive a ticket with the name of your movie, and the show will begin! ✨

🍿— During this month, your movie will be posted in parts, and in each one, you'll decide the path of the plot, by interacting with the post.

🍿— How do I interact? After reading the part, you may reblog the scene or send an ask, with your response to what happened. Be creative, and don't be shy to play at your own movie: this is about having fun!

🍿— Depending on your choices, the movie can have a good, bad, or twist ending. But don't worry, the host's heart is too buttered, so unless you want the bad ending, it will probably go well haha.

🍿— This event is for everyone, being a visitor, follower or moot. But the tickets are limited, so stay tuned! I won't be able to host anons unfortunately, since I'll need to tag.

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🍿— Last but not least: enjoy the movie!

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Smut: Be Mine

Inspired by this post from @anonoite 💗💗 The first one I got was kitty!Tony x kitty!Peter. So here I am coming in with kitty starker Valentine's Day 😌

Can you believe this cute lil thing spawned a 5k fic? I can't 😂 I meant for this to be so much shorter. I wanted to finish it for Valentine's Day but better late than never?

Summary: It's Valentine's Day but Peter knows Tony's keeping a secret from him. His alpha makes sure to correct that mistake.

WC: 5681

(AO3 Link)

Notes: Alpha/Omega, feline omegaverse, Barbed Penis (kind of), Intersex Omegas, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Implied Mpreg, Cat/Human Hybrids, Mating jewelry, Light Angst, Marriage Proposal, Creampie, (some) pain kink, mirror sex, multiple orgasms

Note 2: although I have tagged barbed penis, it's not exactly penis spines cause I didn't wanna... Shred poor Peter 😂 so it's still spines but blunted. So no bleeding 😅

Terminology: toms refer to male cats and queens refer to female cats, but in this situation, tom=alpha, queen=omega

Mating Jewelry inspo cause I doubt I did a great job describing:

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Tony's been secretive lately.

The thought plagues Peter's mind throughout the morning class. His ears, usually perked up and attentive, lie flat against his curly hair and his tail barely twitches.

It's February 14th. Valentine's Day.

The tom wouldn't be so cruel as to break up with Peter on Valentine's Day, would he?

Peter doesn't think Tony would do that to him but it doesn't bring him any comfort. What if Tony wants to give him one last hurrah, wine and dine Peter, then let him down easy the next day?

The feline buries his head in his arms even more because somehow that thought seems even worse than being broken up with on Valentine's Day.

A nudge to his side has Peter peeking out of his makeshift hiding spot. Ned's concerned face greets him.

"It's time to go," Ned tugs him out of his seat but Peter drags his feet even knowing Happy's waiting for him.

"I'd thought you'd be excited to see your alpha," Ned muses, his own ears flopping as they walk.

"He's gonna break up with me, Ned," Peter says as though it's inevitable. His tail curls around his waist as Ned tugs him along.

"What?" His best friend sounds appropriately offended. "No way, dude! You guys are like… perfect together."

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" Peter turns to look at his friend. He's latching onto any bit of hope because he really really likes Tony. Maybe even… loves him...

Ned pauses as though not expecting the question.

"You're both felines?" Ned says as though that simple fact is enough.

Peter groans and bumps against the beta.

"That doesn't mean we're perfect together…" Peter says. He wishes it was that simple. "Maybe he found another queen, a prettier one, with– I dunno, a fluffier tail? …I'm just me, after all. I'm just… Peter. Boring, nerdy Peter."

"Hey, don't talk about my best friend like that," Ned pokes him. "And there's no better omega or uh, queen, than you, Peter."

The way Ned fumbles with the terminology breaks him out of his gloomy thoughts.

"You can just call me an omega, I know the terminology is a bit weird to get used to," Peter tries to smile at Ned. He's grateful that Ned tries so hard. He's such a good friend.

"I'll get used to it," Ned shrugs. "Omega, queen. Alpha, tom. It's the same thing, just… a tiny bit different."

"Well, we call each other omega and alpha too," Peter points out. "So it's fine if you use those terms."

"If I can get used to it in my head, it'll be better," Ned says, determined. "And hey, don't change the subject. Why do you think Tony's planning to break up?"

The omega falls silent gathering his thoughts.

"I dunno, it's just… a feeling. Like he's hiding something from me," Peter says, ears once again hanging flat. "He hasn't been texting or calling as much. And he's been busy a lot…"

Ned takes it all in. He doesn't call Peter crazy or paranoid, which Peter appreciates.

"Peter. He's a genius billionaire that's CEO of his own company," Ned reminds him gently.

"Genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist," Peter feels the need to correct him, his lips quirking up into a half smile.

Ned rolls his eyes but concedes.

"Right. That. That's a lot of stuff to be handling," Ned nudges him.

"Yeah," Peter sighs. "I know… I just… wish I didn't feel like he was hiding something from me."

"So… ask him," Ned suggests. "What's the worst that can happen?"

And just on cue, they arrive at the parking garage where Happy is patiently waiting.

Normally, Peter feels so excited, so giddy, when he sees Happy because that means Tony's waiting for him at the end of the ride. But here, he can't help feeling a tiny bit of trepidation.

He waves Ned goodbye and resolves to get the answer out of his alpha.

What's the worst that can happen, after all? Maybe just a little heartbreak that'll tear Peter's whole world apart.

Yep. Nothing to it.

---

Tony's plans for Valentine's Day have Peter wanting to melt into a pile of goo.

The plan goes as follows:

Happy taking Peter to get tailor fit for a suit

A romantic brunch in Manhattan, set on one of the rooftops overlooking the city.

Spending the rest of the night with his alpha at the penthouse, just the two of them.

The custom made suit has Peter feeling so pampered and spoiled. He always feels so self-conscious when he's on Tony's arm, more than aware of the difference in their social standing. But like this, clad in form-fitting trousers and a waistcoat that accentuates his slim waist, he looks like a model ready for a photo shoot.

The way Tony's eyes light up in genuine pleasure, his eyes inspecting Peter from head to toe and finding the omega more than perfect… The kit glows with pleasure and feels confident enough to step up to Tony.

Tony's ears and tail are as dark as his hair, all sleek fur. Peter's, on the other hand, is a sable brown but what really catches the eye is the texture. Fluffy and curly, every single move has them bouncing.

When Peter steps up to his side, the tom's tail sways forward and effortlessly catches Peter's.

"You look lovely, kitten," Tony all but purrs, snagging him by the waist and dropping a sweet kiss on his lips.

Peter melts in his arms, his tail twining possessively around Tony's.

"It's the suit," Peter blushes.

"Even if you were wearing a t-shirt and sweats, you'd still look lovely," Tony continues with the charm and maybe Peter would've laughed and called him a sap but today was different.

The insecurity is still in the back of his mind so he eats up the compliment and all but purrs when Tony strokes one of his ears with affection.

"You look good too, alpha," Peter says sincerely.

Tony must hear it often enough but Peter's sweet words have the alpha purring in happiness.

Their luncheon is amazing. No matter how often Tony spoils him, the omega still isn't used to this type of lavish lifestyle. The tastiest of dishes are placed before him, the meat practically melting in his mouth while flavor bursts on his tongue.

The view of the city is breathtaking too. The company makes it all even better but when Peter turns to face the tom, he can't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

What if this doesn't last?

Tony continues to distract him though, talking about mutual projects and his general day. Peter gets the full brunt of Tony's attention and he eagerly soaks it up like a parched flower tasting rain.

When they're tucked away in the car, bellies full and hands entwined, Tony mentions, "You're a bit quiet today, kitten. Anything wrong?"

Peter means to shake his head. He's decided during lunch that he doesn't want to ruin things and doesn't want to disrupt the romantic plan Tony laid out for them. If he has to be in denial, then let him be in denial.

He leans his head against Tony's chest and the alpha's arm winds around him, tucking him close to his chest. Tony's heartbeat thumps against his ear, steady and reassuring.

It all feels so perfect and Peter breathes in the scent of his alpha and home. He can't imagine being with anyone else but Tony.

"Don't break up with me," Peter can't help but murmur softly. He doesn't realize he's said it out loud until the alpha he's leaning on suddenly stiffens.

"What?" Tony sounds so confused and that's when it registers.

Peter sits up, eyes wide. When his tail tries to untangle itself from Tony's, Tony continues to hold on.

"What do you mean, break up?" Tony looks so adorably confused that Peter has to bite down on his lip to stop from repeating his words.

"Peter, sweetheart, kitten–" Tony takes his hands and squeezes gently. "Why do you think I'd want to break up with you?"

A minute shiver has Peter's body shuddering. Tony's words ignite hope in his heart. Hopefully, he hasn't ruined everything with his insecurities.

"I thought you got bored of me," Peter confesses, "You kinda… weren't as into our conversations the past week and… I know you're busy so I didn't want to bother you but it made me feel like… yeah…"

Tony's mouth drops open in a Gobsmacked expression and he seizes Peter in a hard hug.

"Silly kit," Tony says and the feeling of his hand sliding through Peter's hair and rubbing against the velvety soft fur of his ear is so soothing, so right.

"Happy," Tony calls out to their driver and Peter jerks, embarrassed that he forgot Happy was an unintentional audience in this. "I think it's time. Change of course, take us to the secret spot."

"Tony…?" Peter asks, unsure.

The alpha kisses his forehead and only holds him tighter.

"Shh, sweetheart, this will explain everything."

And because Peter trusts Tony, loves Tony… the omega closes his eyes and just breathes in the soothing scent of his boyfriend as Happy changes course.

---

The place Happy takes them to isn't familiar to Peter but that isn't unusual. The stores here scream luxury so it isn't a neighborhood that Peter would have reason to frequent.

The name of the boutique is a simple word, Promises, and when Tony leads him to the entrance, the door is opened by a peacock. Or– Well, Peter assumes it's a peacock man since the employee has a distinctive crest of blue feathers swaying above his hair.

"Mr. Stark," the man doesn't seem surprised to see him or Peter. "This way, please."

They're led inside and it's a spacious area with a few mannequins lined against the walls. The lights in the store are specifically placed to shine on the mannequins and there are strands hung on the bodies where bright sparks of light are reflected back.

Peter wants to get a closer look, attracted by the light, but Tony's hand in his has him tugging the younger man to his side.

A teasing pinch to his ear has Peter flicking it instinctively.

"C'mon, kitten," Tony says, "You'll see for yourself why we're here."

Peter still wants to peek but he's also excited to learn more. They rejoin the employee, following behind a train of brilliant green feathers.

They're shown into a room. A dressing… room? Fitting room? It's the fanciest dressing room Peter's ever been in. Definitely the most spacious.

In the corner, a large section is curtained off from the rest of the room with thick light blue curtains. In the center, there's a small platform that's surrounded by mirrors so that the person standing in the center could see every angle.

There are bouquets of red roses on corner tables. And there's a small white couch against the wall for the comfort of waiting partners.

Suddenly, Peter knows exactly what Tony's been so busy with.

"Tony, this…" Peter trails off, helpless, and even more helpless when Tony leads him to the curtained off area.

The curtains are retracted to reveal a single mannequin, very similar to Peter's size. Peter wouldn't be surprised if it is his exact measurements.

The mannequin is decorated in fine strands of gold. Just like the front of the store, the light here is specifically positioned to showcase the jewelry. And that's what it is… Jewelry. Peter hadn't been able to see clearly when they were brought in, but he realizes now that it could've only been jewelry.

"Tony…" Peter breathes out as he approaches the mannequin. He lifts a hand and hesitates as though touching them would make them disappear.

Tony approaches with him and when Peter hesitates, the alpha calmly presses his hand down on the thin strands that make up the chest piece.

"It's yours," Tony tells him softly. "I've been coming here to check the progress. Make sure everything was perfect, the diamonds, the rubies, the arrangement… It had to be perfect for my future mate."

The courting gift is beautiful. It's made up of delicate gold strands that make up a chest harness. It starts at the neck where a beautiful collar sits. From the collar, two strands of gold gently trail downward and wrap around to the back. Connected from these chains, two more meet in the middle where there are rubies. The first chain would sit right where his collarbone would meet and the next chain would be between his pecs.

From the last chain, three gold strands are attached. The center dangles just short enough to rest above his belly button while the other two are long enough to wrap around his waist.

And separate from the chest piece, two more delicate strands of gold circle around the waist, crossing in an X at the front.

Peter knows it must've cost Tony a fortune, one that the omega probably can't even fathom.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs when he turns to Tony. The tom's tail is flicking nervously and his ears are pushed forward eagerly.

"Peter… I hope you know now how serious I am about you," Tony tells him. When he steps closer and pulls Peter into his arms, he leans down and rubs their noses together.

Peter can't help the soft rumble that comes from his chest. His grip on Tony's arms tightens and he leans into him.

"Kitten… Peter… Peter Parker…" Tony murmurs. "Will you be mine? My mate? My queen?"

Even though Peter expects the question, it still makes his heart jump. He gives a brilliant smile, his fluffy curls bounce when he leans up and kisses his alpha.

"Yes, yes–" Peter says between kisses and smiles and a heart full of joy. "Alpha, my alpha. I want to be yours, wanna be your mate, your queen, only yours…!"

Tony returns the kisses. Peter can feel the press of his alpha fangs against his lips, their kisses are so full of passion.

When Peter pulls away breathless and giddy with happiness, he can't help but look back at the courting gift. An engagement set, he now realizes.

"Wanna try it on?" Tony's voice, low and suggestive, almost makes him jump.

Peter's face blushes pink. A lot of the jewelry is meant to show off Tony's claim on him. The collar, specifically, is the traditional piece and often, it tends to be the only piece necessary for a mating. Tony, of course, is going for a full set.

The jewelry is meant to show off Tony's adoration for him, but it's also a quiet declaration to Peter himself of Tony's love. The collar is meant to be shown off but the other pieces, the ones that Peter can wear under his clothes or hide away, those are just for him.

The chest harness and the pieces that hug his waist are only for him and Tony.

Peter wants to try it on and he wants to show his alpha just how well he knows him and his body.

"Yes," Peter answers, turning and nuzzling Tony's neck. "Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Tony murmurs with a crinkling of his eyes, "I'm at your service."

It's not the first time Tony has seen him naked. They're way beyond that and are intimate with each other's bodies. Tony has kissed freckles and moles on Peter's back that the omega hadn't even been aware were there.

It's safe to say that Tony knows Peter's body more intimately than even he does himself.

So when Tony starts to remove the expensive suit he bought for Peter, the omega lets him until he's completely bare. He's more than a little hard, more than a little slick, and Tony can smell it on him.

Tony's eyes when they look at him are all dark pupils and full of hunger. But the anticipation makes it all the more worth it and Tony turns away, though he has to adjust himself too.

Peter hums teasingly, rocking on his heels and waiting eagerly.

The first piece that Tony places on him is the collar. It goes around his neck, neither too loose nor too snug. When Tony secures the clasp on the back, he brushes over the gold with reverent fingers when it settles into place.

Then a necklace is put on him. Peter hadn't even realized that it's a separate piece, it matches the set so well. The sparkle of a ruby settles right in the hollow of his throat like it belongs there.

The chest harness is next and it attaches to the collar seamlessly. Peter likes that he can wear them separately or together. When Tony goes to secure the harness, Peter obediently lifts his arms so Tony can reach the back.

Just as he expected, a line of gold dangles from the harness and barely reaches his belly. The ruby is just as red, just as beautiful as the one on his throat.

Tony's hands linger on Peter's hips when he places the last piece but the alpha behaves himself. Peter almost wishes he didn't.

Once that's secure, Tony steps back and lets his eyes linger in appreciation.

"How's it look, alpha?" Peter asks shyly.

The piece had looked stunning on the mannequin and even though he knows this is custom made for him, he wonders if the jewelry is too fine, too delicate, to look right on him.

"Come," Tony beckons him, taking his hand and leading him back to the center of the room.

Peter feels self-conscious walking around naked but Tony has always been a possessive alpha and has always taken Peter's safety into consideration. He knows he can trust the tom to keep his privacy safe if only because Tony would ruin anyone who even glances at him.

The alpha helps Peter up onto the platform. He stands behind the omega as Peter takes in the sight of his body covered in Tony's claim and he looks…

Handsome. Stunning.

The alpha looks at him in the mirror, eyes dark, his tail curled possessively around Peter's waist. Standing in front of the alpha, Peter feels so small and covered in gold, he feels just as delicate.

He feels adored and loved.

Tony's hands roam over his body, feather-light, as he teaches the strands of gold.

"Do you like it?" the tom needlessly asks.

Peter catches Tony's hand as he settles over his belly, large enough that his palm nearly covers the width of him.

"I love it, alpha," Peter says honestly. He turns towards Tony, smiling brightly.

The alpha is satisfied and he nods before smiling mischievously.

"Good, although…" Tony turns and steps away, confusing the poor omega. He takes a step to follow but then waits patiently when Tony goes to the door.

Something is handed off to him from the other side but Tony makes sure that Peter is still safely ensconced inside, hidden away from any curious eyes.

The box he returns with is longer than it is wide, easily the length of his forearm. When he opens it, Peter's brows raise in surprise.

There's another piece in there and it matches the set Peter is wearing.

"Alpha?" He says curiously.

Tony knees in front of him and looks up with sparkling eyes.

"Did you really think this was all I had for you?" Tony teases gently before he leans forward, takes Peter's hand, and kisses his knuckles. "No, kitten mine, what you have on now… is just the start."

He takes the new jewelry out and holds it up for Peter's inspection. It's just one piece and compared to the chest harness, the direction of the gold is going the opposite way. Instead of falling in a V, the chains here go from a point and lead downwards.

Peter isn't sure where it's supposed to go until Tony gently takes a hold of the back of his knee and urges him to lift his foot. When he does, Tony carefully helps him balance so that Peter lightly places his elevated foot on Tony's bent knee.

The new piece of jewelry is secured around his thigh like a garter belt and Peter shivers at the feeling of Tony's hands on him.

"There we go…" Tony murmurs, pleased. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin on his inner thigh.

"Alpha… what did you mean by this being the start…?" Peter has to ask, otherwise, he'd lose himself to the feeling of Tony's hands. Something embarrassing would truly happen then, like Peter whimpering.

Tony continues to stroke his inner thigh with a loving caress and then he leans forward and places a kiss there.

Peter shudders and his entire body feels like it's being lit up from the inside when his alpha's warm breath brushes against his skin.

"My mate, my queen," Tony calls him, "The set you have now is not complete yet. I'll spend the entire first year of our mating adding to this one and when it's complete, I'll do it again and again…"

Peter's breath catches in his throat. It sounds like so much but it's also so very Tony. He can't deny that it makes Peter feel so very… very spoiled.

You don't have to… He wants to say but he knows Tony wouldn't do something unless it was something he wanted. So the only thing Peter can do is run his fingers through Tony's dark hair, rubbing his dark ears and purring contentedly.

"Alpha…" Peter licks his dry lips. Tony being so close, his alpha scent free and unfiltered, is doing such things to Peter.

He knows his alpha is doing it on purpose and Peter is more than willing to follow his lead.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs again when those gentle hands start to press deeper into his skin and Tony's purrs against his inner thigh. His face turns to where the omega is hard, his cocklet aching for attention.

"I'm glad you like my gift," Tony says, purring as he nuzzles the hardening cocklet. "Let me show you how appreciative I am that you're accepting."

He sets Peter's foot down, allowing him to better balance for what he's planning next.

"Shouldn't I be thanking you, alpha…?" Peter gasps out when Tony takes his cocklet into his mouth.

The alpha's mouth is hot and his tongue is soft and wet against Peter's cock. The omega, so sensitive already, grips the tom's hair, trapping strands of it in his fist. He needs it, something to hold onto, as Tony sucks on his cocklet, the small thing fitting so easily in his mouth.

For such a small thing, it's so very sensitive and Tony knows it. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around the top and tracing the underside of Peter's cock with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh… Oh…" Peter moans, squeezing his eyes shut when Tony's fingers creep up his thighs and start to tease his pussy.

He's wet, dripping with slick. His insides part easily for the alpha's questing fingers but once they're inside, they clamp down, desperate for something bigger.

"Alpha… Tony…" Peter begs, muscles clenching tight as the fingers dig deeper, pumping into him with purpose. "I want…"

Slick wet noises come from between his legs and his ears grow hot with the filthy sound of it. Tony's mouth on him, his devious tongue playing with his cocklet… Tony's fingers fucking his wet pussy…

Tony knows him so well… His alpha…

"M gonna… Alpha, please… I can't…" Peter wants to protest, wants to be fucked before he comes but Tony continues to suck and finger him even when Peter grabs onto his ears and tries to wrench him away.

"Mm…! Ah-alpha…" Peter is helpless as he comes into the alpha's mouth. His tail lashes out, spasming as his insides clamp down on Tony's fingers and he floods the warm mouth he's in.

Wetness gushes from between Tony's fingers and the alpha hums and swallows.

"Alpha…" Peter complains when it gets to be too much. His legs feel like jelly and he melts into the alpha's lap, slick staining Tony's pants but neither care.

He purposely rubs against the alpha's cock, almost desperate despite just having an orgasm.

The orgasm sates him for two seconds because his body takes note and demands more. He hasn't been mated, hasn't gotten fucked and he needs more than a suck and a fuck for his omega body to be satisfied.

So he writhes in the alpha's lap, a desperate needy thing that only wants one thing.

"Let me thank you, alpha," Peter begs him, kissing Tony's lips and tasting his own seed in the alpha's mouth. It only makes his body burn hotter, his insides feeling achingly empty.

"Alright, kitten, I'm not gonna say no to that," Tony says against his lips. And yet, he seems reluctant to part from Peter's mouth, licking and nipping at his lips.

Peter gets handsy and not only does he rub against Tony's erection with his ass, but he also reaches down and fondles what he finds. Tony's cock strains against his pants, large and demanding and so so hard…

Tony hisses at the direct touch and that does it.

"Turn around, kitten," Tony growls against his mouth. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

Peter shudders and obeys immediately, going on his knees and lifting his tail to the side so he's exposed and vulnerable to his mate.

"So perfect…" he hears Tony murmur behind him.

A touch to the base of his tail has him lifting his ass higher and pushing into Tony's touch. When Peter lifts his gaze, he sees their bodies in the mirror and it shocks him.

The jewelry is still glimmering brilliantly in the light but they look even prettier against the flushed pink of his skin. His face is particularly red, even more so when he sees his alpha positioning himself behind him.

Large and intimidating, the alpha is staring intently at the place between Peter's legs. It makes Peter squeeze his thighs together before he forces them to relax.

"Alpha… C'mon, alpha… Take it… take what's yours…" Peter says, tail waving in an almost hypnotizing gesture.

"God, you're such a temptress…" Tony groans before he rushes to pull his cock out.

Peter licks his lips when he sees it reflected in the mirror. Tony's alpha cock, thick and ready. He jerks when he feels the heat of it slap on his ass but a harsh grip on his hip keeps him in position.

"Here you go, kitten… You need it so bad, don't you?" Tony says as he positions the head of his cock at Peter's dripping pussy. The tip teases the omega's hungry hole and he shifts on his knees just to feel the alpha's cockhead nudging in.

"Please, please…" Peter whines when he can't get it inside by himself.

"Shh, I have you, kitten… Gonna give it to you…" Tony doesn't make him wait any longer and pushes inside.

Just the girth of his alpha's cock makes the breath in his lungs rush out when it pushes inside. The length, though, it feels as though Peter's split apart every time. It's only practice and familiarity that has Peter taking the impressive cock in its entirety.

Even then, that first thrust doesn't let Tony sink all the way. It's still enough for Peter to buck against his hold, hips wanting to simultaneously pull away and push back.

Tony groans, loud and clear, and pulls out only to fuck back in. Peter gasps, scrambling for purchase when the tom starts to fuck him hard, trying to inch his entire cock into the tight, wet space of the omega's body.

Peter's eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head as Tony works his cock in.

"Mmph! Mmm alpha…!" Peter cries out, pleasure making his body eager and primed for the rough fucking their kind enjoys.

Tony's cock works him open but he's still so big, so large inside him… Peter's insides are going to ache for days and it's what he wants… That type of pain that has the feline omega arching his back, begging to be mated and bred.

He could never have this with anyone else. It is only ever Tony for him, his tom, his alpha…

The pain of being fucked harshly transmutes into a type of pleasure that has Peter crying out and only begging for more.

"Alpha–" Peter cries out, "Mm, it hurts… hurts…"

Tony's hips never stop working. By now, his cock has sunk all the way in, plowing into Peter's insides over and over again.

"Yeah?" Tony pants, breathless, and then he folds his body over Peter's, covering him completely. His teeth nip at his mating mark and Peter feels like he's going to fall apart. "Hurts good, doesn't it, kitten? This is what you wanted. When you waved that pretty tail at me… Bent over and gave me access to that pretty pussy of yours…"

Another thrust, this time shorter but no less impactful.

"Mm!" Peter moans, his head tilting to give Tony better access to his neck. "Yes, alpha… yes… hurts so good… alpha's cock… splitting me open…"

"Mm…" Tony groans. He sets his teeth against Peter's sweat damp skin, teeth encountering gold and pressing in against skin despite that. "Don't want me to stop, do you, kitten? Want me to go all the way? Let my barbs out and make you pregnant…?"

Pregnant…

"Oh!" Peter gasps out, his mind going haywire with it. Tony's cock… Tony's come, Tony's barbs… The one thing that would scare the shit out of other omegas that weren't of their kind but Peter is exactly like Tony.

He was made for this. He would only ever get pregnant from a feline alpha like Tony. His body would only ever recognize an alpha of his kind and his heart would only ever recognize Tony.

"Yes, alpha, my alpha… give it to me…" Peter grows desperate, pushing back against the alpha's thrust, now hungry to be filled. "Make me pregnant… Fill me up… Do it, do it–!"

A hand clamps down on his nape and just like that, Peter's body goes soft and pliant.

"Alpha…" Peter whimpers as Tony takes full control. The hold has him incapable of moving but it's necessary for what's next.

Felines mating… It's rough on the omega and Tony needs to take complete control.

With a few more thrusts, Peter's body sways like that of a rag doll as his alpha takes his pleasure. He's happy to do it, happy to please his alpha.

His mind starts to float, pleasure and pain signals mixing in his head until there's only pleasure.

He knows the moment Tony gets close. The alpha's thrusting becomes rougher, almost jarring. The clapping of his hips against Peter's ass is especially harsh, sounding loud in the fitting room.

"Alpha…" Peter mewls and Tony hauls him onto his knees, replacing his hand with his teeth so that the omega remains pliant for him.

He catches a glimpse of them in the mirror, Peter's flushed body held captive in his alpha's arms. A feral glint gleams in his alpha's eyes and he stares at Peter and meets his gaze in the mirror. Between his spread thighs, the alpha's hard cock is seen in flashes of slick wet flesh, his heavy balls pulled tight and ready to deliver a thick virile load.

Tony's teeth in his flesh only add to the pleasure. Tony's rough calloused hand stroking his dripping cocklet… His thick cock fucking in and out of Peter's pussy…

He fucks another orgasm out of Peter and the omega is gone. The pleasure is even more overwhelming, the heightened pain turned pleasure has him clutching onto his alpha's forearm.

Tony's cock sinks in all the way and in the midst of Peter losing his mind, the barbs on his cock raise up, the blunted tips scraping and rubbing.

Peter screams, he yowls when he feels his alpha's cock grow and rub against his already tight insides. His eyes roll to the back of his head as the alpha's cock jerks inside him, pulses erratically, and fills his aching insides with come. The barbs feel even more prominent with Peter's pussy squeezing down like a vice and the omega moans in oversensitivity. The blunted tips rub him just like he needs and his entire body shudders in recognition, his demanding instincts finally quieting down at the feel of a feline male's cock breeding him.

Tony doesn't release him until he's done and so Peter takes it with soft whimpers and whines. He's being bred and his feline body knows it, his stomach cramping as more and more come is spilled into his overflowing pussy. Even when he feels like there can't possibly be more space, his pussy still shamelessly wants more, clamping down on Tony's cock and milking it for more.

When Tony's finally done with him, he lowers Peter gently onto the floor.

As always, their mating takes a toll on the poor omega and Peter looks at his alpha with hooded eyes, barely able to keep his eyes open. Tony settles between his legs, his tail flickering contentedly behind him. The satisfied smile he gives Peter spells trouble but the omega barely twitches when Tony puts a hand on his knee.

He does, however, whine, when Tony places his knee over his shoulder and lifts his hips.

"Alpha… can't…" Peter whines but he doesn't try to stop the alpha when Tony sets his mouth to his pussy. He only squeezes the alpha's head between his thighs and resolves to the fact that he'll most likely be fucked into unconsciousness tonight.

"Shh," Tony murmurs then laps at his pussy, licking away a mix of come and slick. "Let me clean my mate…"

So Peter just lays back and lets his mate clean up the mess, a purr sounding from his throat and Tony working him up to another release.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #lmao please heed the tags #hybrids #feel like I gotta apologize to anonoite #i wrote such filth cause of a cute doodle 😂😂#FINALLLLLY DONE #ahhh been trying to finish since vday

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