#I never get upset seeing my babyboy getting exactly what he wants. what

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Kokichi's fantasy (LHS analysis?)

I promised I would make a post about how I compromise my issues (which are easy to project onto Kokichi, for the most part they're already there) with his preferences. Some notes about the Love Hotel Suite itself first:

Shuichi assumes Kokichi's fantasy is going to be something crazy from the moment he gets there

he talks about trouble and being trapped by Shuichi, and Shuichi is confused about everything for a good portion of this, but the "Am I supposed to be chasing him?" and the immediate denial when Kokichi brings up torture, that he stands by even after being given the specific idea of bondage, and when Kokichi spells it out for him that he's talking about kinks. He only catches himself on that third denial, like wait, we shouldn't be arguing, I am supposed to go along with it, but he's just stumped by the idea of Kokichi wanting any of that, he can't make sense out of what is expected of him

and Shuichi's idea of playing along, getting in character, is to deny him again, he assumes Kokichi is saying all that as a distraction to rile him up and get away, he came to the conclusion that Kokichi wanting to submit has to be a ruse

then he's distracted from the honesty in "I was willing to let you do whatever you want to me" because of his name being used and he's again being distrustful "I can't help but think he means the opposite"

and that's when the switch happens "If you're not gonna do anything, then maybe I will."

"I stepped back reflexively. I had no idea what he was capable of..." he's no longer questioning the situation, now Kokichi is threatening to him and that aligns with how he sees him, so his reactions are no longer delayed

except, it's followed up by Kokichi telling him "no need to be scared" and that's again confusing Shuichi. "Having this kind of conversation only makes it harder to know why I am here..." idk, maybe if you didn't discard the time he told you straight up what he wanted as a lie

"Because you just do as you please, don't you, Kokichi?"

Kokichi: what if I wanted you to catch me? Shuichi: the most shocked gasp in the world. for some reason

after Shuichi's reaction doesn't satisfy him "I thought you would be more excited", he switches one more time, to the original plan "you can do whatever you want to me. And that's the truth.", just gives it a little push this time (literally), pretty ballsy that he even tried again, like, that's bold, and he's using that line on Shuichi's dead fish ass, Shuichi is giving nothinggg

the dissonance between "He pushed me hard on the bed." and "he sprinted toward the exit.", they way those are seconds apart.

"I'll think of a more exciting game for next time. So make sure you excite me too."

Actually, let's reference FTEs as well!

"I only act like a bad guy so you guys don't get too soft, y'know?" that line is interesting too, like yeah, it sums up the entire job he assigned himself in the game and he's throwing that at Shuichi immediately when approached, but also a pattern that keeps showing up, he plays a role that technically loses him credibility, but he's using it to control the situation, uses that subtle kind of manipulation that makes people think they're in control, or perhaps better than him, making their own choices

I am going to ignore Shuichi's attitude actually, for everyone's sake, especially mine

"Well, not as good as mine. I'll surprise you with a gift one of those days, Shuichi!" hmmm, am I reaching if I say that this is also kinda control freak behavior, cannot be indebted, cannot be bested like that, like this isn't just about reciprocation or gratefulness, it's I'll surprise you back and I'll do better

Kokichi: You wanna hang out with me? Hm, but I'm having a strategy meeting with Gonta right now. Gonta: Oh, then... Gonta can have strategy meeting later. AND YOU PEOPLE TRY TO SAY HE DOESN'T GET CUES, he knew where the priorities lay, doesn't need to be told, boss has to try to get some of that sheet cake

"Did you come to beg for your life?" tehehe "Get on the ground and beg like a dog!" kicking my feet even, and the comparison with other antags being condescending while he's just so. eager for it. even better

"I didn't see that one coming" but you know what's visible immediately when this choice is picked? That Shuichi gained a point, Kokichi can't help but be impressed by the rare moments when Shuichi is confident, he sees the man this thot could be

"Keep it interesting for me, kay?" be a good boy, Shuichi

and here it is, the reason I thought of including FTEs before considering salmon mode; "You only have three events left in your life, so you better entertain me until then!" and with the game they just played being rigged by him, that's four situations where he has something prepared for Shuichi, to simply put him in a situation that Kokichi devised, try to get Shuichi to understand, or at least remember him, but in a very specific, planned out way, welcome to control freak town

3rd event and "Then Gonta step aside like gentleman!" it happened again, I can't, Shuichi just came up to them, asked Kokichi to hang out and Gonta is pulling away before Kokichi can decide, this is sad actually, what about bros over hoes? what about the plan?

"Are we going to play more games today-" Nope, you're not allowed to predict shit, Shuichi. Perhaps he changed that one up, at least in order, just to subvert the expectation, or he expected that from Shuichi, it was pretty predictable, just like he could read from his face in the first fte

there is a lot more to point out about the FTEs that I will have to omit not to get sidetracked because the purpose of this is not full analysis, but of course, there is the iconic line "I reach out to him, but he doesn't take my hand. But in his own way... I think that helps me understand him a little." because you only get to hold his hand when he does the reaching out, it's his initiative, he's prepared for it, anything vulnerable or intimate has to happen on his terms, he's regulating the pace, he will run away or close in on himself if you push for it

and just to be throughout, the salmon mode before my conclusions:

okay, the reaction to comedy movie pick is a big one for the sub hc, this is exactly the kind of reasoning I see used to say why it'd be good for him

the Shuichi bullying continues, telling him to go to Tenko when he gets too bold, affirming what we already know about his walls being way up, he's not rushing into shit, he is not going to be disclosing anything vulnerable, no possible blackmail material, nothing casual, you're not learning his porn preference, Shuichi, you need to pass the five tests to hold his hand and enter the trust ranking where you can level up in your knowledge and privileges, you're not seeing him naked any time soon, don't even dream

(and it is not contradictory to say that they would fuck before establishing their relationship, talking about feelings can be a more difficult task than acting on them, and I love to see it, but like, canon universe Kokichi is definitely an inexperienced and manga inspired loser, so he will hold out on that, yearning until it explodes out of him)

finally, my part, so I just think that while Kokichi has the fantasy of submitting, he keeps it well hidden, as if it was one of those unrealistic kinks there's no point bringing up, because he can't bring himself to let go of control (and Shuichi, being as he is in canon, isn't showing much interest or capability to take over, really) he wants to work his way up to it, teases the idea, tries to get Shuichi to show more initiative, plans things out in hopes of tricking his brain into not activating the loss of control alarm, as he grows to trust Shuichi, he will learn to relax and let it go, eventually it'll stop being about control, "letting" something happen, no shifting power dynamics and vulnerability feeling like risking his life, it'll be simply reaching for pleasure together, in a cooperation that they managed to work out through learning each other's bodies and preferences.

but yeah, it's a long rocky road before they get there, and when they first get to intimacy they're both more comfortable with Kokichi taking the lead, it's easy, it doesn't require much discussing (and these bitches hate communicating like normal people), leaving the dynamic unchallenged but perhaps a little ungratifying, something that can't stay as is without eventually creating conflict, because Shuichi doesn't want to feel strung along and toyed with, but that's how it'll feel if Kokichi doesn't ease up his fearful grip on control, and he won't be happy either

[sweetheart-sunghoon]

𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲

wc : : idk not that much tho

contains : : just floof

summary : : terms of endearment enhypen would use

## 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴

not a heavy user of nicknames

his favourite is probably jagiya tho

plays around with darling in english sometimes

possibly angel too cause he likes the sound of it

maybe a bit of sweetheart (aein) every now and then

calls you princess/prince (gongjunim/wangjanim) when he gets into his dramatic aegyo moods

also kinda gives off "my wife" vibes

would simply pass away if you called him some sort of cute nickname like seungie or something

might have something similar for you as well

likes being called babe by you

## 𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸

definitely a babe kinda guy

also baby/babygirl/babyboy

dear lord, what i would do for him to call me babygirl

OH MY GOD SCREW THAT ACTUALLY WHAT IF HE SAID "THATS MY GIRL" DEAR GOD

sorry for the outburst, head full one thought kinda moment

but if you're like me and lose your mind at the prospect of "that's my girl/that's my boy" then jay will no doubt abuse his new found power of you

only in a teasing way tho don't worry 😌

he just loves seeing his baby get all flustered because of something he did or said

on the other hand...

will get hella flustered if you call him babyboy just fyi

not really a nickname but definitely tells you you're the love/light of his life

## 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺

as an aussie, the act of giving someone a nickname runs deeply through his veins

definitely calls you by a shortened version of your name if it's possible

uses clingy nicknames to annoy you

"y/n-poo" "bubba-wubba"

probably uses baby and babe when he's feeling extra suave

ooh ooh !

definitely the type to be like "hey pretty girl" (with your preferred pronouns of course)

now personally 😌 not saying i would sell a kidney 😌 to hear him say "love" 😌 but that's exactly 😌 what im saying 😌 i suspect many of you would agree 😌

not opposed to being called baby boy

has a love-hate relationship with jakey

## 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻

gets too embarrassed to use nicknames at the beginning of your relationship

but might start to use them as it progresses

nothing too crazy tho

mostly just jagi or a shortened version of your name

pls call him prince

any language will do, he'll blush regardless

same with my love (though it's more effective in korean)

his heart will melt every single time

## 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼

not super into it 🤔

he only uses like every singke nickname ever in the world in the universe 🤔

nan fr sunoo uses terms of endearment all the time for you

jagiya (babe), nae sarang (my love), aein (sweetheart), aegiya (baby), in english sweetheart, cutie pie, sunshine, baby

would definitely assign you an animal he can call you as

"my cute little hippo 😍" "there's my precious pray mantis 😍"

bad examples but you get the point

you MUST match his energy with nicknames

he WILL cry if you don't

very much the type to get upset or be shocked when you use his name rather than a nickname

anything will do

a simple sunnie or babe will do but the more dramatic the better

would really really love it if you called him "mine" or "my boy" or "my sunoo"

## 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻

100% a jagi/jagiya man

that's it

simple as that

would happily and consistently use noona if you're older than him

likes any nickname or term of endearment you want to use for him as long as it's not too weird

likes to hear you call him sweetheart in both korean and english (and any other language you speak)

also darling

## 𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶

japan doesn't really have terms of endearment between lovers

so riki just prefers to just call you by your name (no matter the language the two of you communicate in)

the occasional y/n-chan

gave jagi a go but gets way too embarrassed of himself and never said it again and will scream if you ever bring the moment up

under the poor guidance of jay, jake and sunoo, he might experiment with babe/baby

it's a hit or miss tho tbh

LOVES it when you use nicknames on him tho

babe, baby, baby boy, my love

he likes it all

huge fan

won't admit that tho

[tales-of-spring]

A - Z of Fluff | Steve Rogers

A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Steve adores eyes, it’s just a fact. He can’t help but stare into your gorgeous, dreamy eyes every time you two talk. Or don’t talk, he just likes to stare at them and daydream wether or not you two are in contact with one another. You actually caught him staring at you before you two got together a few times. 

B= Baby (Do they want a family? Why/ Why not?)

Steve, despite being an all-American hero, hasn’t thought much about starting a family. He let his brain drift off to the thought once or twice and wouldn’t have a problem with it, especially if it makes you happy. 

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Despite common controversy, Steve likes being both the big and little spoon. Thought he usually goes for the big spoon since that is where he feels more comfortable, and you like to feel his muscled-up soldier arms around your frame. He presses himself tightly against you and nuzzles his nose in your hair which always smells, in his words, ‘’heavenly’’ this scent calms him in seconds. 

D= Dates (What are dates with them like?)

You know it, classic dates with Rogers. Going to the cinema, doing a picnic in the park, visiting a theme park. As long as you two are having fun and feel like you’re on an adventure together. 

E= Everything (You are my ___ (e.g my life, my world…))

‘’You are my whole world.’’

F= Feelings (When did they know they were falling in love?)

When on a mission, you sacrificed yourself in order to save Steve. He’s a selfless person by nature and when he saw that you were so willing to give yourself to safe him, he knew you were the one for him. 

G= Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Steve isn’t super gentle, but he isn’t super rough too. He starts slowly but as the tension increases, Steve gets more passionate, but never so it would hurt you. He’s been known to pin you up against something or clear a full desk, but that’s it. 

H= Hand/ Hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?)

Steve is an absolute SUCKER for public displays of affection. You wouldn’t guess it but Steve is really a territorial person when it comes to his significant other, so letting the world know your his by holding hands or kissing is no biggie for him. He laces his fingers with your and makes sure to squeeze a few times, just to remind himself and you that you guys are together. 

I= Impression (First Impressions/s)

Deep from within Steve was amazed and bedazzled by you, but like any American Himbo, he needed to find that out on his own. On the surface though, he didn’t make any sort of effort for hiding how he liked you. 

J= Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Steve likes a good teasing prank every once in a while, and it always catches you off-guard. He’s such a good-doer that you don’t expect it from him. But deep down he still likes to feel like a little kid racing the streets of Brooklyn, and no one better to do it with than the love of his life. 

K= Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Steve kisses wholeheartedly. He isn’t about boating, showing you off or putting on a show. He kisses you with the highest degree of sincerity, love and passion. He means the promise he makes with his lips every time. 

L= Little Things (What little things do they love/ notice.)

Steve notices how you bite your lip every time you’re trying to focus, or how you roll your ‘’Ls’’ when you write, or your daily routine. 

M= Memory (Their favorite moment together.)

Your first kiss, it’s cheesy but it’s also Steve Rogers we’re talking about. Everything about it felt so real, so true and so right. Steve loved how you stood on your toes, hands on his chest and slightly leaned into him like in the classics. He had one arm wrapped around your waist tightly while the other was occupied with cupping your cheek in his hand. He felt like the truest gentlemen doing it. 

N= Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Steve doesn’t spoil like Tony or Klaus would do, he’s too humble and not obsessed with money. Steve would be the type of guy to buy you your favorite things on either one of your anniversaries, or when you’re feeling down in the dumps. He knows exactly what you like, what makes you relaxed etc. so he will play with that knowledge and let you indulge whatever he got for you. 

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

When Steve sees yellow, he is reminded of his significant other. The color stands for joy and loyalty and whenever he’s around you, he instantly feels more happy. Your loyalty to him and vice versa are as strong as a mountain and he loves to be reminded of the strength of your relationship.

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Gender Neutral: Baby, babe, honey, sweetie

Feminine: Babygirl, princess, dreamgirl

Masculine: Babyboy, prince, hubby

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

‘’How did you sleep?’’ ‘’Want some fruit?’’ ‘’Where do you wanna go?’’ 

R= Remember (Their favorite memory of each other.)

Your first date together. It was such a classic affair, the way it would’ve gone had you guys lived in the 40s. Steve picked you up at seven, obviously gasped when you opened up the door, and took you on his motorcycle to the restaurant. After the dinner, you two were strolling down in a park, arms hooked into each other, Steve being the total gentlemen that he is. 

S= Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

Themselves: Steve is a simple man. A good workout where he can punch away all his stress, or worry, or anger usually works for him. 

Each other: When Steve sees that you’re upset, he will usually get you out of your slump by taking you to nostalgic places, trying to get you inspired and fired up. It’s either that, or he takes you on one of his hikes and let’s you intentionally win so you feel better. 

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

His life in the 40s, Bucky and Peggy. His favorite food, the outfit that makes him feel most confident. His ass (he said it himself, folks) You, out of all things. 

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

He was the soft blanket that hugged your body, yet also the broad and steady walls that kept danger out. 

V = Vaunt. (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

How strong or fast he is. His stamina, his body. How much he loves you. 

W= Why (Reasons why they love you.)

Steve loves you because you remind him of a feeling that he felt a long time ago; joy, a sense of adventure, and someone he can trust. He feels he can be totally himself around you and he loves how you challenge him. 

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

‘’It’s Been a Long, Long Time’’ or ‘’Dream A Little Dream Of Me’’

Y= You (The ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese.))

You are the love to his life, without it he is incomplete. 

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

Something easy to maintain and raise, a good dog breed like a golden retriever or husky. Maybe he’d go for a cat too. 

[brianc521]

Bro | Raul Mendes

Romanced By Tik Tok

You adjust the camera on the counter, making sure your homemade reusable bags cover the lens and body of the camera as much as possible. You take a step back, eyeing the hiding spot, adjusting the bags a bit and then nodding when satisfied with the hiding spot. 

“Okay,” You clear your throat. “Hey guys,” You wave to the camera. “So you’re probably wondering what’s going on, let me explain. I’ve done multiple little pranks or reactions on my boyfriend Raul on Tik Tok. Thanks again for all the support and comments. I love you all.” You giggle, “Here’s the thing.” You stand straighter. “Raul’s asked me to stop, ‘Stop with all the Tik Tok’s Babe, it’s annoying’.” You mock him. 

You freeze when you hear something outside. You look out the window in the kitchen, not seeing his bike yet. 

“So,” You look back at the camera, grinning like a mad man. “Welcome to my youtube channel.” You laugh to yourself, knowing he’s gonna be so mad. “Today we’re gonna prank him.” 

**

Everything's set when he arrives, and you double check and make sure that the red light is on your camera. You’ve got your phone set in the living room, hidden between a few books and a candle. You even swiped his GoPro and hid that in the bedroom, in case he gets the urge to pace.

He does that a lot when he’s upset. He paces. 

If you do this right you’ll only need the one in the kitchen, but you wanted to have the others just to be safe. 

“Baby, I’m home.” He calls when he enters your apartment. He toes his boots off, meeting you in the kitchen. “Hey.” He smiles, leaning over the island to kiss you quickly. 

“Hey.” You smile, taking in his work fit. Dating a mechanic has its perks when he comes home in a jumpsuit with a white wife beater tank top peaking out. 

“M’gonna go change real quick.” 

“Hurry!” You whine after him. “I missed you, come sit with me while I make dinner.” 

He nods, rushing off to the bedroom. You turn to the camera, giving it a thumbs up and mouthing ‘lets go’. 

It’s been exactly two minutes since he’s left you and you’re ready to start this prank, no matter how bad your hands are shaking. 

“Bro! Hurry up!” You yell, stirring the mac and cheese. 

Raul comes around the corner in the next few seconds, now dressed in black basketball shorts and a black wife beater tank top. He’s just as scrumptious and you’re gonna have to work on keeping your hands off him. 

“What are you making?” He asks, walking up behind you, looking over your shoulder. “Mac? Again?” 

“It’s all we had, and I didn’t feel like ordering anything.” 

“You’re the only weirdo I know who never wants to order food.” He grins, kissing the back of your head. 

“Okay Bro.” You roll your eyes. He squints at you from behind your back. “I like to order food as much as the next person. We’ve just ordered in a lot and I’m tired of getting the same few options.” 

“We could have tried something new?” He offers, deciding to let your terminology mishap go. 

“You telling me you don’t want mac? It’s your favorite Bro.”  You turn and look at him over your shoulder. 

He stares at you, tilting his head for a moment. He’s reading your face, trying to figure out what’s going on. “What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“Nothing?” You shrug.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” 

“Calling you what Bro?” You’re trying so hard not to laugh, especially when his nostrils flare. 

“Bro! Why do you keep calling me Bro?”

“Because you’re my Bro?” You offer, trying to make your voice sound confident. You hadn’t really thought of what to say to his reactions, and this reasoning was pretty shitty.

“No I’m not.” He shakes his head. 

“You are though.” You look at him, smiling as you lean against him a bit. He sets a hand on your waist, leaning back into the counter. He’s staring at you in confusion, and you can by the way he won’t relax that he’s a bit annoyed. “You’re my best-friend, you’re my Bro.”

He chuckles, shaking his head a bit. “You’re my best-friend too,” He responds, “But you’re also my girlfriend, I’m your boyfriend.” He nods. “So no I’m not your Bro.” He gives you a pointed look.

“Then what are you?” 

“You’re Babe, Baby, Boy, Babyboy, Honey, Love, Lover, Lovey, Sweetheart, Sweetcheeks, literally anything other than your Bro.” He goes down the list for you.

“Okay.” You nod, “Why can’t I call you Bro though?” 

“Bro is a term you give your friends. Or siblings, that’s what I call Shawn and Peter. I’d never call you Bro. Gives off the idea that we’re just friends.”

“But we are friends, best-friends, we just discussed that.” 

At this point he’s getting heavily annoyed with you. “But we’re more than friends!” He snaps. “We’re in a relationship, we’re in love. Just, Baby it makes me uncomfortable, please don’t call me Bro.”

With that plea it makes it harder for you to want to continue with this prank, but you know you don’t have enough of a reaction or film to make a good couple prank video.

“Okay.” You say softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “Let me finish making the mac before it burns.” 

He hums, walking out of the kitchen, headed for the bedroom. 

His GoPro in the bedroom picks up his soft mutters. 

“Call me fucking Bro, I’m not your fucking Bro. Like what in the fuck?” He shakes his head, ripping open his sock drawer pulling a pair out and slamming the drawer closed. 

He stops, takes a deep breath with his eyes closed. “Wow I’m in love with her though.” He says to himself, smiling as he looks up at the wall that’s littered with pictures of you two together. 

He walks back out, passing the camera in the living room and meeting you in the kitchen again. He leans against the island as he puts his socks on, asking you about your day. 

“It was good, kind of boring since it was my day off.” 

“How many books did you read today?” He asks, smirk on his lips.

“One, Smartass.” You shoot him a playful glare. There was one day where you read 3 books cover to cover without really taking breaks in between and since then he won’t let you live that down. “Can you get me a spoon?” You point to the silverware drawer.

He walks over, opening the drawer grabbing a spoon, using his hip to close the drawer. Right as the drawer closes he pulls his hand out but it catches his pinky, pinching the skin on the edge of his nail.

“Ow! Motherfuck!” He calls out, holding his hand and blowing on the now throbbing finger.

“What happened?” You ask, looking over.

“Pinched my finger.” He looks at you with a pout on his lips.

You giggle at his clumsy nature. “Maybe you should slow down Bro.” You turn back to the pasta, “You move too fast in the kitchen, one of these days you’re going to seriously hurt yourself Bro.” 

He huffs, hanging his head in annoyance.

“Okay, I thought we just decided you weren’t gonna call me that!” He looks at you, tossing the spoon on the counter next to the stove. 

“Sorry.” You fake a cringe, looking at him. 

“Babe, come on.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry, it slipped out.” 

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I was being nice, was helping you and got hurt just for you to keep calling me that.”

“I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Come here, let me kiss your boo boo better.” You hold your hand out for his. 

He’s reluctant, but allows you to grab his hand to pull it up to your mouth so you can kiss at his bright red pinky. 

“Better?” You ask.

“No.” He shakes his head. “There’s a boo boo here too.” He taps his full bottom lip. You giggle when he tugs you closer, leaning down to kiss you. “That’s better.” He hums, kissing you one more time. “For now.” 

“Come on, let’s go eat.” You say turning so you can continue dishing up. 

He finds his spot at the island, watching you closely as you hand him a bowl and then set yours next to his. You walk around and climb up the stool. 

“Thank you Baby.” He smiles, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Can we order pizza later if we get hungry?” 

You roll your eyes playfully. “Sure Bro.” 

He stares at you, this time way over it. “Okay, I’m not gonna ask again.” He says. “So stop.”

“Okay sorry.” 

He looks down at his bowl and digs in.

“How was work today Bro?” 

This time you flinch a little when he slams his spoon on the island. He catches that he scared you, and places a soft hand on your knee. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He whispers. “But please stop calling me Bro.”

You can’t help but smile at him. 

“Seriously, it’s not a joke. Like I’m over it. I had a shitty day at work, and I’m hungry and tired and grumpy. This is not helping. Please stop, please. I’m not your Bro, and I’ve never just been your Bro. So please stop calling me that, it’s starting to hurt my feelings, because I was under the impression I was more than a ‘Bro’ to you.” 

You can’t help it, you crack. You reach over and place a hand on the back of his neck, playing with the few curls that hang longer there. 

“You are more than a Bro, Baby. I’m sorry.” You pout at him. “It’s just a prank.” You giggle.

“A prank?” He squints at you. 

“Mhm,” You nod.

“Why? What’s the point if no one else saw it?”

“Oh, they’ll see it.” You giggle.

“Who will?” He stares at you as you stand, going to the bags on the counter and pulling out your camera. “Oh my fucking god!” He groans. “Babe you told me you’d stop Tik Tok!” 

“I did.” You grin, “Welcome to my youtube channel.” You smile, pointing the camera at him.

“Great.” He slumps into the seat.

[stuckonstarker]

the importance of family

TW: Incest, Implied Underage (age unspecified),  Slight Dub-Con

@taestarker3000 this ones for u boo 😘

Tony figures it’s time to give his fresh-faced son the talk. Peter is fairly awkward and shy about anything he deems inappropriate, but apparently his curiosity trumps all because his first question is:

“What if I want to give my boyfriend a blowjob?”

Tony's mouth opens in pure shock. There's no way his little boy just asked him that. And there’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell Peter’s giving anyone a blowjob .

Tony shakes his head, “You’re too young.”

“Pretty hypocritical for you to tell me that,” Peter mumbles.

“Excuse me?” Tony says, eyes darkening. He will not have Peter disagree with him on this topic. 

Peter shakes his head, knowing a useless fight when he sees one, “Nothing, daddy.”

“No,” Tony says, “tell me what you think.”

“It’s really nothing, daddy,” Peter whispers, all his previous sass sapped away. He looks delectable with his thick-rimmed glasses and oversized sweater. God, the fabric swallows his lithe frame. The poor boy looks emaciated unless he devours a whole buffet.

Tony takes a moment to examine Peter - which is obviously making the younger Stark uncomfortable. Tony knows he should drop it. Peter’s old enough, and mature enough, to make responsible decisions. He isn’t a little kid Tony gets to boss around anymore, but when did Tony ever care about doing the ‘right’ thing?

Peter squirms under Tony’s harsh scrutiny. His face is getting hotter and hotter by the second along with his regret for asking about a blowjob of all things.

Tony laughs, a wolfish grin spread on his face, “You’re a little piece of jailbait, Pete. I know guys who’d eat you from the inside out.”

Peter gawks. He opens his mouth and flounders to find his voice: “...What?”

“Right,” Tony says with a taunting laugh, “like all the little-dicked boys at school don’t chase your twink ass twenty-four-seven.”

Tony shakes his head; it’s patronizing, like he’s talking to a child about something that’s obvious to everyone else. He presses a sickly soft kiss to Peter’s temple.

“You’re so sweet, Pete,” Tony whispers. Peter can feel his dad’s hot breath on his forehead.

He nods, unable to voice how he feels. There’s a rush of warm arousal traveling straight to his dick and he can hardly focus on anything. Every second his dick is trapped in his pants is another second he’s losing his mind.

Tony sighs, “Why did you ask about such a vulgar thing then?”

“I was just curious,” Peter whispers, averting eye contact like his life depends on it.

“So you expect me to believe that you asked about a blowjob because you were curious and not because you have some little boytoy waiting to get his fix of a dumb, young twink’s mouth?” Tony asks, like it’s the craziest thing in the world.

Peter flinches at the word dumb.

“All I’m saying, Pete,” Tony continues, “you’re asking a little too much from me.”

Peter hates the thought that his dad might think less of him. Hates the thought that he might not be good enough.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Peter says, trying to reassure his father, “I’ve never been kissed. And… I - uh - never… I’ve never been with-”

“You’ve never been fucked?” Tony asks.

Peter squeaks, “Yes.”

“Good,” Tony says.

He pushes his son onto the bed. A horrified realization seems to hit Peter as Tony towers above him.

“What’s happening?” He asks, gawking.

Tony says, “Take off your shirt.”

“What?” Peter asks.

“Take off your shirt, since you’re so fucking curious about sex,” Tony says.

Peter shakes his head, “I-I… I didn’t want this-”

“Too bad,” Tony cuts him off harshly, “this is the sex ed you’re getting, kiddo.”

Normally, Peter would tell his dad not to call him kiddo, but they’ve gone way past normality at this point.

“What if it hurts me?” Peter asks. There’s a meekness in his voice that tugs at Tony’s heart and even makes him consider stopping. Consider.

Tony sighs, “Do you really have such little faith in me?”

“Well, you are being really weird right now, daddy,” Peter says.

“I promise,” Tony says, “that my special boy will feel good.”

Peter pauses, “Promise?”

“Swear on it,” Tony confirms.

Peter takes a moment - like his decision will really matter to Tony in the end - and says, “Okay.”

Peter feels like he’s overheating while his stomach does flips. It really feels like he’s having an out-of-body experience. He must be hallucinating or something because there’s no way that this is happening right now. 

Peter slowly removes his shirt, eyeing Tony like prey staring in the eyes of a predator. His face is flushed soft pink and he can’t help but shiver as the air hits his suddenly bare torso. Luckily, his humiliation makes a good heater as his face, neck and shoulders begin warming. 

Tony yanks Peter’s loose jeans off, followed soon after by the young man’s boxers.

Peter goes to cover himself, only to be stopped by Tony. 

“Keep your hands here, unless you want to be punished,” Tony says.

Peter nods, allowing his wrists to rest above his head. He doesn’t want to make his dad more upset than he already is.

Tony smiles at Peter’s obedience. Such a trusting boy.

He takes a moment to admire Peter’s soft, porcelain skin that’s only marked by freckles. That’s going to change today. He leans down and presses soft kisses on Peter’s thighs to start.

Even the featherlight feeling of Tony’s lips makes Peter mewl. Every slight motion sends small sparks running up and down Peter’s body like pinpricks. Tony begins nipping and sucking on Peter’s inner thighs and it sends a rush of warm arousal flooding to Peter’s abdomen. 

Peter’s hips buck up, but Tony’s quick to hold them down.

“Dad,” Peter whispers.

Tony chides, “Don’t be a brat.”

Peter’s soft whimpers of want sends delicious delight through Tony’s veins. He can’t help how his calloused hands run along Peter’s hips and stomach. He loves groping every inch of Peter’s soft skin, memorizing every single detail for later.

Tony looks at his young son’s cock. It’s small - adorable, much like everything about his son - and flushed, perfect and exactly what Tony had imagined.

Peter's face heats up again. Tony nips gently at Peter's sides. Peter squeaks and pulls away. 

“That tickles,” Peter complains.

Tony smiles, “My apologies.”

Tony continues running his hands all along Peter’s perfectly sensitive body. Such a cute little virgin, he could be trained into the perfect cockslut with enough determination. Tony could probably spend all day groping Peter’s sweet body, but he has a bigger goal in mind.

Peter watches in awe as Tony frees his own cock. It’s considerably bigger than Peter’s and it's surrounded by a bush of thick, black pubic hair. Peter feels his face heat, suddenly aware of how his own size lacks.

“Have you ever seen another man’s cock before?” Tony asks.

Peter shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me,” Tony snaps, “I see all the filthy shit you look up, Pete, all the porn you get off to. There’s some very questionable shit in there, hon, I didn’t think I raised you to be such a little slut, but I can work with it.”

Peter isn’t sure he can be more humiliated. All he can do is nod shakily and obey whatever his father says next. 

“Get on your knees,” Tony says.

Peter does as told, a sharp gasp jumping from his throat as he sees the thick, lengthy, veiny cock in all its glory. It has a heady musk. A loud voice in Peter’s head urges him to put his mouth on it. He wants to choke on the thick cock so intensely it actually scares him.

“Open your mouth.”

Tony barely gets the first syllable out before Peter’s eagerly opening his mouth like some whore. Tony groans, if he had known his son was such a little slut then he wouldn’t have waited this long.  

Tony begins, “Keep your throat relaxed. I know that might be hard for you. And watch the teeth.”

Peter nods, trying to follow his father’s advice to the best of his ability.

The tip of Tony’s cock slowly breaches Peter’s mouth. It feels indescribable for both parties. The warm, wet cavern of his son’s virgin mouth almost making Tony lose his self-control. Every slight movement sends a warm rush of lust through Tony and it takes every fraying piece of self-restraint not to brutally fuck his son’s mouth.

Peter can hardly even take the first few inches of his dad’s thick cock. It’s overwhelming, every single detail burning into his brain like an iron branding. The feeling of the dick twitching in his mouth, how it smells musky and overwhelmingly perfect. His mouth is just so stuffed with cock, it’s making his brain malfunction.

For a brief moment, he truly believes this is what he’s always been made for.

Tony admires how beautiful Peter looks. He is a virgin with no experience whatsoever, so it’s understandable that the poor boy can’t fit the whole length in his mouth yet. But the pitiful thing sure is trying.

There’s a soft pink flush that paints Peter’s face while tears prick at the corners of his eyes. There’s some drool leaking from the poor boy’s pretty pink lips. He looks absolutely debauched and Tony can’t get enough of it. 

“Do you realize how gorgeous you look?” Tony groans, “Mouth stuffed full of my cock… I know you love it. This is exactly what you’re slutty little body was made for.”

Peter moans around the dick stretching his jaw.

Tony smiles, “Good boy. You know what a dirty slut you are, don’t you?”

Peter gives the smallest nod.

Tony laughs and pets Peter’s hair encouragingly.

Peter begins bobbing his head on the cock that stuffs his mouth. He hollows out his cheeks as he slowly takes the whole dick. He can’t possibly take the whole cock, being his first time and all, but he’s certainly going to try.

Tony’s head lolls back, eyes screwing shut. He groans through gritted teeth. The warm, wet pleasure his son’s mouth provides is truly sinful. A salacious desire blooms throughout Tony’s abdomen. 

He holds Peter’s brown curls in a knuckle-whitening grip. He’s fighting against his instincts, he wants so desperately to force fuck his babyboy’s throat. 

It’s quite obvious Peter’s inexperienced, but that doesn’t make him bad by any stretch of the imagination. His enthusiasm more than makes up for it. He desperately swallows Tony’s cock, gagging on it and taking it like the perfect little slut. 

Peter gags as the tip of the dick hits the back of his throat. Tony holds Peter so that he can’t pull away from the cock choking him.

Peter can’t say that he minds.

The cock is thick inside of his mouth, his jaw strains around it. It aches, he must admit, but he loves it either way. He looks up as he continues to take the cock in his mouth

The wet warmth of Peter’s mouth sends electric pleasure surging through Tony. Peter’s soft hand rubbing him to completion. There’s a tight knot forming in the bottom of Tony’s stomach; a harsh discomfort screaming at him to cum.

But, Tony has bigger plans than cumming on his son’s face. 

“Okay,” Tony exhales, “that’s enough, baby boy, get on the bed.”

Peter stays on his knees for a moment with wide, confused eyes. He looks so sweet. And so dumb.

Tony laughs, “I’m not feeding you my cum today, baby, we’ve got other things to do.”

 Peter nods and stands up. His legs are shaky like a newborn fawn. The bedsheets are cool to the touch and work to soothe Peter’s overheating body. 

Tony’s eyes are dark; nothing like the loving father he had been just an hour earlier. There’s a dangerous, predatory darkness that seems to lurk just beneath the surface of his soul. Something about the danger makes Peter reel with want.

“Daddy,” he whispers reverently.

 Tony smiles, it’s sharklike, “Yes, baby?”

Peter pauses. He isn’t sure why he called for his father in the first place. There’s a dim want buzzing underneath his skin. His eyes trickle down to Tony’s cock.

“Does my little slut want his daddy’s cock?” Tony asks.

Peter nods, “Yes.”

Tony laughs and gently caresses Peter’s face for a moment. Peter’s body is overrun with shivers, there’s something so intimate about what his father is doing that it almost makes Peter gag.

Tony’s wolfish smile doesn’t leave his face. He manhandles Peter, maneuvering him to be face down ass up.

A loud debate erupts within Peter. Two halves of the same coin; one yelling that this is wrong and the other arguing this is what they need. Peter himself is at a loss. Every inch of his body seems to be alight with want, but there’s also a sick nausea - he’s so exposed to his own father of all people.

Before he can fully make up his mind, Tony’s calloused hand is running down Peter’s spine, goosebumps trailing close behind. The buzzing want grows into pleasured pinpricks wherever his father’s hand lands.

“I’m scared…” Peter whispers so close to silently that he isn’t even sure if he said it or not.

Tony says, voice gentle, “You’ll be okay, baby. I promise. Your daddy would never hurt you, would he?”

Peter looks over his shoulder. Tony’s eyes are gentle, filled with sweet promises.

“My daddy would never hurt me,” Peter echos.

Tony smiles, “Good.”  

Peter’s dick is impossibly hard between his legs. He’s aching for some relief, no matter what kind. There’s a heavy want that rests in the pit of his stomach. The longer he goes without his father’s touch the more he realizes he depends on it.

Tony presses a lubed up finger against his boy’s tight entrance. Peter’s walls cling tightly to the finger. Tony could cum even from imagining shoving his cock into Peter’s tight ass. 

Slowly spreading Peter open only serves to rile Tony up more. Even can hardly even think past the fog of his lust. Peter’s ass looks perfect taking his daddy’s fingers, spreading his legs and arching his back like some whore. Peter’s always had a nice, firm ass.

Tony spanks him lightly with his other hand, just to watch the way his ass bounces.

Peter moans distantly. The fingers feel awkward, but they do send sparks of pleasure rushing through him occasionally.

After sufficiently prepping Peter - or, in other words, after Tony’s patience had fully snapped - Tony allows himself to rub his aching cock between the flushed cheeks of Peter’s bottom.

Peter mewls, looking back at his dad. His hips roll, desperate for more. He wants more, even if he can’t handle more - especially if he can’t handle more.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Tony asks, “Huh? You want this cock to ruin you?”

Peter makes an affirmative noise.

Tony smiles, “Too dumb to speak?”

Peter nods frantically. He spreads his legs. The low buzzing beneath his skin turning into a roaring wildfire. His body is overheating. He needs and he needs it now.

Tony pushes his tip in, not wanting to rush. The sight is one to behold. Peter flushed, already aching with want - ready to take anything his daddy is willing to give. His eyes go from being impossibly wide to screwed shut and his mouth is open in a perpetual ‘o’.

The tip stretches Peter nicely; his father’s impressive girth not disappointing. Tony pushes his cock deeper into Peter - watching in awe as his son’s tight body swallows his cock.

Pleasure rockets up Peter’s spine and he lets out a desperate cry. The thick cock rubs up against a perfectly sensitive spot and it refuses to relent. Peter can feel every vein in his body being bombarded with fiery lust, every inch of his body being covered in an unholy blanket of want.

“Please,” Peter whispers, tides of desire overtaking his mind, “please, daddy, please.”

Peter can feel every inch of the massive cock filling him up and taking his virginity. It’s making him sore in the best possible way. His mind and body spark alive with electric pleasure; it rockets up his spine and runs through his limbs. 

The sudden surge of pleasure makes Peter’s eyes water. It’s just too good. It feels like every inch of the cock that enters him only serves to push him further into his sinful desires. Tony’s cock rubs against every sensitive spot in Peter and stretches him so perfectly.

Peter moans and begins rolling his hips backward, trying to get more of that perfect dick deep inside him. He can feel Tony holding his hips, guiding him and allowing him to take every inch of that amazing cock.  

“Daddy,” Peter whines.

It’s too good to contain. Peter can feel it all, the way the cock stretches him and strains against his walls. He can feel how the tip of the cock relentlessly rubs against his sensitive spots, making him desperate for more.

The moment his father is fully sheathed inside him is one Peter will never forget.

Peter makes a strangled noise. There’s something so delightful about being spread open and taken. Something deep within him coming to light. An unexpected fulfillment. He feels so good that it aches. He never knew something could feel so right.

“Please,” he whispers through the fog of lust that’s overtaken his mind.

Tony groans. Peter’s walls cling around his cock so tightly… The feeling is indescribable. He pulls out and, with a sharp snap of his hips, thrusts back into Peter - provoking a yelp from his son. The pleasure is so overwhelming, he grits his teeth. 

Tony starts fucking Peter with a rough pace. His cock slams into Peter’s tight ass over and over again, ripping the boy’s innocence from him.

Peter moans. He feels detached from his body. Like he’s floating in the sky amongst the clouds. Bliss blooms in his abdomen, like a flower sprouting from the ground.

There’s a tight pressure that’s beginning to form in both of them. Peter can feel every slight movement of Tony’s cock rubbing against him. It’s too mind-numbing. It hurts… But Peter can’t say that he wants it to end.

Peter’s breath is being stolen from him. His body strains against the thick cock fucking into him. Every snap of Tony’s hips sends another wave of painful lust through Peter’s body.

Peter’s eyes are screwed shut. He bites his lip in a vain attempt to restrict his whorish moans for more.

Tony forces Peter to take every agonizing inch of his massive cock, stretching the poor boy beyond his limits. It hurts in a way that makes Peter’s body light up with pleasure, it screams under his skin and takes over his mind. His legs are spread open, his body presented to his dad like little more than a fuckhole.

Peter cries into the pillow. His hands cling to the bedspread. He looks a mess, hair clinging to his sweat-sodden forehead, his eyes watering with unwept tears, his lips red and soaked in saliva.

He can only focus on the dick slamming into him. It feels too perfect to be real, too good to be wrong. It’s all overwhelming. The head of Tony’s cock relentlessly rubs against every sensitive spot inside of Peter’s body. It sends lightning strikes of pleasure coursing through Peter’s veins. 

“You look so sweet-” Tony groans into Peter’s ear, “-so sweet and just for me.”

Peter can only nod as he barely registers the words.

Desperate pleasured cries are ripped from Peter’s throat. Liquid fire pools in his abdomen, pleasure blooming deep inside of him. He’s uncomfortably hot, his breath comes out in strangled moans and pained pants of pleasure.

Tony has a hand on Peter’s hip, holding onto him so tightly that it’ll surely leave a bruise. Fucking Peter feels like a religious experience. Tony’s never felt something so overwhelming. Peter’s so tight and wet and warm. He’s daddy’s perfect boy.

It’s all so much - too much. Tony’s thrusts are sharp and hard and they hit that perfect spot in Peter every single time. It’s mind-numbing. 

Peter spreads his legs, wholly unaware of what he’s actually doing. He claws at the sheets. He’s sent reeling forward with every rough thrust. His brows furrow, every muscle in his body tightens. He aches for his finish. He can feel his end so close yet so far away. It’s too good, so good. He cries loud and desperate.

“Please, please, please,” Peter repeats like it’s the only word he knows.

It’s so good he’s choking on it. The waves of lust inundate him, he feels like he’s drowning. His dad holds him in place - it’s cathartically rough. Peter whines, his vision is blurred and his words are slurred. He rolls his hips backward, deliriously trying to meet his father’s rough-paced fucking.  

Peter continues to beg, “Please, please, please.”

He can’t get enough of it, but he can’t handle more. The pleasure is gathering, tightening into a small ball of want deep in his stomach. His body aches, tightens, begs for release.

He’s losing his mind. When his hysterical pleas die down his mouth remains open in a silent scream. He tightens his grip on the blanket. Euphoria rushes throughout him, it’s hot and raw and real..

He’s so painfully hard, but he can hardly focus on that. There’s an endless onslaught of pleasure and pain assaulting him at every turn. Peter makes a strangled noise and screws his eyes shut again. He grits his teeth, every overwhelming sensation attacking him at once.

Peter’s convinced he’s in heaven. There’s no way anything could feel better than this. Than Tony’s cock fucking into him, spreading him open and taking him. Tony’s thrusts are rough and carelessly perfect, it sends Peter’s mind spinning.

It’s humiliating how satisfying it is to be used as little more than a sex doll. Peter tugs at the blankets, biting his lips in a desperate attempt to restrain his pleas for more. It’s all so overpowering, he can feel every movement, every single thing. It’s all so perfect.

Peter’s hips roll backward in a frenzied attempt to meet his dad’s cock. He doesn’t care how desperate he seems, he is desperate for his dad’s cock.

He can hear Tony’s groans of pleasure above him. It sends a flood of warmth throughout Peter’s body. He lets out an aborted plea for more as the coil of need in his abdomen tightens. He feels desperate for more, desperate for it to end.

More. More. More.

Peter cries, “Please!”

“I’m going to come inside you,” Tony says, voice husky, “make you all mine. Ruin you for anyone else.”

Peter nods frantically. That’s exactly what he wants. He can feel it. Being fucked harder and harder, making him dumber and dumber.

It’s all so much, all so little, all at the same time. He collapses fully into the sheets. His body tightens. He aches for more. He can feel his father pressing into him, stretching him and fucking him so perfectly, so roughly, it’s mind-numbing. It’s impossible to focus on anything besides his dad’s amazing, massive cock.

It all builds up and explodes. Peter lets out a scream as he feels himself cumming on his dad’s cock. His hands scramble to find purchase in something other than the endless pleasure. It’s impossibly good, it’s so good. His body tightens around the thick cock buried deep inside of him.

He lets out a string of overstimulated whines as Tony continues to fuck into him, eventually cumming inside of his son.

Peter’s whole mind is foggy. The afterglow of his orgasm has fully taken over. He feels like he’s floating on a bunch of clouds. He struggles to breathe or even think. He’s forgotten even the most basic functions. It’s like he’s gone through a factory reset.

He’s aflame. Sweat clings uncomfortably to his skin and his father’s cum deep inside of him is foreign feeling. Tony pulls out slowly, it’s weird and slightly painful. Mostly, though, Peter’s focused on the strangeness of what just happened.

“Daddy?” Peter asks softly.

Tony gives him an acknowledging noise.

Peter looks at him with wide, honey eyes.

Tony smiles, “So sweet. My baby boy, good boy.”

“Your good boy,” Peter repeats, “your good boy.”

[jaehyunsuh]

nct ot21 (minus jisung) reaction to: their child looking more like another member than them | part 2

[Lucas - Chenle]

part 1

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

author's note: i didn't include jisung because i think of him as a baby (just kidding) so my writer mind comes into some type of block thinking about him being a dad lol. But don't worry you will see more of him in future content💕 

thinking about chenle being a dad gave me a hard time as well, he looked so cute and small next to his nephew that i just see him as the cool and cute uncle🥺

yangyang saying that 'anything could happen' after Ten said to stop talking about babies bc they are young was playing through my head the whole time making me laugh lol

lucas

i see Xuxi as a really sweet and protective dad so he would feel kinda startled when someone says his child doesn't look like him and trying to convince everyone that they are almost twins.

his 4 year old is already so smart and confident. He does lots of questions and it's into interesting topics.  

"He has small eyes, nothing like yours." Xiaojun stares at the toddler.

"I see what you mean...he looks like Mark." Chenle says excited.

"What!? He doesn't. He is exactly like me, don't you see!!." He says picking up the 4 year old in his arm putting him next to his face.

"Anyway, baby, when you grow up you are gonna look like daddy okay?" He smiles at his child giving him a hug. 

mark

i feel like Mark likes to laugh about things that the members say but when they are messing with him he gets a little pissed of.

Mark has a 3 year old boy who is as interested in music as much as him. He love to play and listen to music with his dad and he is lately getting into instruments.  

"He sings pretty well too!." Yuta says hyped.

"Right, and if you look closer to him, he resembles Taeil a lot, he is gonna be a great singer." Doyoung smiles excited.

"W-what? My son is just like me what do you mean." He hums trying to hide his nervous.

"Junior don't listen to them, you are as cool as me okay." He ruffles the little boy's hair hivimh a kind smile. (yes, i made made mark call him junior lol peak comedy)

xiaojun

he seems so calm and kind so i think his reaction would be just to keep observing his baby and see if he really looks like him.

Xiaojun's 6 months old is so quiet and calm. He sleeps and eat well giving his parents a lot of time to relax.

"You are so cute baby, just like Lucas." Winwin plays with the baby smiling at him.

"Like who?" Xiaojun seems confused.

"Like Lucas. If you notice he is starting to look a lot like him now." Ten says firm.

"Ha! No, i don't think so." He grabs the baby and places him over his shoulder.

"This is all crazy people, let's sleep so we can forget his words." Xiaojun kisses his baby head.

hendery

I feel like his reaction would be kinda chaotic rather than negative or smth. He would laugh it off and look at his baby carefully to find his resemble with him. 

Hendery was really surprised when he found out he was going to have twins but now he is happy of having two baby boys that always play together. They are 2 years old right now.

"They are so young but yet so talented." Jeno is playing football with the little kids.

"He may be talented in dancing too. You know, since they look like Ten." Haechan says sipping on his juice.

"Kids come here." He places the two kids in front of him looking at the carefully.

"What!? They don't like him." He says giving a confused look to the members.

"Kids, let's go outside. We need to get away from this people." Hendery looks at his members pretending to be bothered.

renjun

he has a kind personality and enjoys being wish his members. He would laugh it off but then he would become slighty annoyed at the comment.  

renjun's 2 year old is really sweet and respectful to everyone. He enjoys drawing and painting, just like his dad. He also has a beautiful voice and love singing.

"Aw, he is so cute, he is like a little bunny, that's why he looks so much like Doyoung." Taeil says smiling while coloring in one of the baby's coloring books.

"What? No! He doesn't." Renjun puts on a confused expression and talks in a annoyed tone.

"Ooooh, maybe something happened at the New Years party." Johnny winks playfully trying to annoy Renjun.      

"Aaah, shut up already." Renjun says even morw annoyed.

"Keep coloring your uncles are obviously having eye issues." Renjun sits next to the little boy and begins to draw as well.  

jeno

jeno is a sweet member, he is quiet and tends not to make comments that could make his members upset or something. He would laugh about it but in the back of his head he would overthink about it wishing that his baby looks more like him or his s/o.

his little 4 year old daughter was his whole world, she was so sweet, expressive, talkative and loved to spend time with her daddy.

"Something is missing on her." Jungwoo looks at the little girl thinking. 

"I know! The eye smile. Woah, do you see? She is really Ten's child." Haechan says without hesitation.

"No! She doesn't looks like him and she is my child. What the hell." Jeno says really annoyed and slightly angry.

"Angel, you are your father's daughter, don't listen to this people." He hugs the little girl and places a kiss on the side of he head.

haechan

Haechan isn't taking anyones opinion, he would give some sassy answers to his members and then deny all of the things they are saying. His baby looks exactly like him and that's it, period.

his 10 months old is already as energetic and playful as his dad. He wants to walk, speak, play, everything! He so excited about every single thing.

"Oooh i know! Whenever he smiles he looks like Taeil." Ten looks carefully at the baby caressing his head.

"W-w-what!!!?? Are you crazy!?" Haechan quickly grabs his baby in arms.

"There has never been another human being who looks more like me that this baby." He exaggerates while pointing at the baby.

"Let's go to sleep, so this people can't see your beautiful face anymore."    

jaemin

he would be a little annoyed by the comment because he doesn't like when members tease him about this type of stuff. He would defend her avoiding the topic. 

jaemin is the dad to the sweetest an most extrovert 2 year old. She is always laughing about every single thing and the best part is that she is always excited about everything.

"She has a beautiful smile. But not like yours, like Jeno's. Woah, i can't believe your best friend betrayed you like this." Jisung says pretending to be shocked.

"No no no no no, her smile is as beautiful as mine you see?" Jaemin points at him self.

"I'm not letting you think other way."

"This baby girl and I are leaving due the fake uncles." Jaemin holds his girl and pretends to leave the room fake crying. 

yangyang

we already now this guy is savage so he would just defend his and his baby's honor shutting the members mouth making them all understand he is the only one who can male this type of comments.

he is the dad of a 1 year old babyboy. He loves to play and give exciting screams. He loves his uncle and playing with them.   

"Aaaww he even has the same dimples as Kun. He resembles him even more." Jaemin smiles while caressing the baby's cheek.

"WHAT!? my child doesn't look like any of you. Make your own children." Yangyang looks at them annoyed and grabs the baby's hand.

"You look just like me. No one else, okay?" He says firm to his baby.

chenle

this is another savage, he would make fun of his members instead of accepting what they say not paying attention to their comments.

Chenle's baby boy is so cute and talented already, he is 3 years old but already following his dad's steps. He is always so proud to see him do what he loves.

"He is good at singing. Wow that's why he looks so much like Winwin." Renjun says while playing with the little boy.

"Uh, no, i don't think so." Chenle says annoyed sitting next to his child.

"No offense Sicheng gege, you are amazing but this is 100% my blood."

"You are gonna be as cool as dad, okay?" He high fives his baby boy and hugs him.     

[ironspiidey]

Hidden Omega Chapter 1

So this little idea refused to leave my brain, should be about 4 or 5 chapters in length. As long as my muse doesn't take right off like it did in Superhero's get Bullied Too. Which i will soon have updated i swear ;)

Peter and Tony have been together almost a year, all this time Peter managed to hide his second gender status from the Alpha who dislikes Omega's but what happens when Peter cant hide it anymore?

Chapter 1- Talking

Chapter 2

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“Peter Benjamin Parker!”

Peter swallowed roughly and hid further under his covers, he wanted to be left alone dammit and nobody was disturbing him. He rolled deeper into his blankets at the loud knocking on his door

“Open this fucking door.” Natasha hollered from the other side of the door “I know you’re in there Peter and hiding in your room isn’t going to make this any easier.”

Peter groaned “Go away.”

“How about no? I can always get Stark if you like? Tell him you’re hiding in your room and I’m concerned for your safety?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Friday?” Nat challenged

“Yes?” the Ai responded

“Nat please.”

“Open this door Peter.”

“What’s the point? My life is over. I’m a stupid dumb omega and once Tony finds out he’s just going to break up with me or worse. So I would appreciate it if I could just be left alone!” Peter took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from crying.

“Peter.”

“Stop it, don’t bother trying to convince me otherwise, I seen the interviews. Just leave me be.” Peter’s voice broke off at the end, his emotions finally getting the best of him. Peter heard her heels click on the floor as she walked away. He took a deep breath and then he finally broke down crying. He hid his second gender status for so long, keeping it from his boyfriend. Thanks to scent blockers and the bite Peter only had to have a heat every three months and with the help with suppressants he could postpone that to every 6 months. Unfortunately this time he’s stuck at the tower with May gone away it just wasn’t safe for Peter to be in the apartment.

Peter was brought out of his thoughts and tears when he heard a soft knock on the door

”Hey Peter?”

Peter let out a sigh, Nat may not have called Tony but she did the second best, the only other Omega currently at the tower, Bucky.

“Hey Bucky.”

“Can I come in?”

Peter bit his lip and turned towards the door. He always lets Bucky talk to him regardless of whats going on, the other Omega has become one of his closest friends over the last few months. Especially since Peter and Tony became an item. “I don’t know Buck...”

“It’s just me, I know you want to be alone and belief me I get that. But we’re worried about you, I promise I’ll leave right away once I know you’re okay if you still want me to. Just let me see for myself you’re okay.”

Peter nodded then realized Bucky couldn’t see through the door. “Fine, just give me a minute.”

Peter got up, rubbed at his eyes and threw the blankets back over the bed, trying to make it look less like he was curled up in a ball crying as he was. He shook his head, to shake his nerves and opened the door letting the other man in “You may enter” Peter said with what he hoped was a believable laugh

Bucky took one look at the younger boy and shut the door behind him. “Oh Pete.”

“It that obvious?” Peter looked down

“A bit, but to be fair I know what’s going on because I was you.”

“Yeah but things turned out for the better for you. Me? I’m just being a hopeless omega.”

Bucky gave him a look and crossed his arms “Excuse me?”

“C’mon Bucky! You know what I meant. “

“I’m an Omega too Peter, I wasn’t hopeless then and neither are you. It’s okay to be nervous.”

Peter flung himself back on his bed dramatically. “It’s not nervousness. I can’t hide this time Buck. Tony is going to find out and it’s going to be over.”

“And would that be such a bad idea? Tony finding out the love of his life is an Omega?”

“Pfft I am not the love of Tony Stark’s life. And he hates Omegas anyway!! He’s going to take one look at me and then slowly get distant until I bring it up and we fight and he leaves me.”

“Peter you’re not Pepper.” Bucky states, seeing right through Peter and knowing the young boy is terrified.

“I never said I was.” Peter looked at his ceiling willing Bucky to just leave him in his misery to which ever god he needed to.

Bucky opened his mouth and was about to speak when Peter’s door suddenly slammed open. Causing both of them to snap their head to the door. Where Tony Stark was standing with such a look of sadness.

Bucky backed up as Tony walked in and ran up to Peter. He kneeled in front of Peter’s bed and gripped the younger man’s hand

“Oh Bambino, for being so smart, you’re really fucking dumb.”

Peter swallowed roughly, silently cursing Bucky for not locking his door. He looked at Tony and knew that the Alpha knew what he was “I’m sorry Tony, please don’t kick me out”

Tony pulled Peter in for a hug “Oh Petey I would never kick you out.”

Bucky slowly backs out of the room and shuts the door behind him “Friday? Make sure nobody goes in unless it’s actually an emergency okay?”

“Done, anything else Bucky?”

“Did you mention anything to Tony or did Nat go get him?.” He asked curiously

"I alerted boss as a 'Protect Bambino' protocol had been put in place which requires me to advice Sir if Peter seems stressed in a way my systems deem concerning."

Bucky shook his head smiling. "Alright Thanks Friday."

"Anything else Mr.Barnes?"

"That will be all Friday

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“I’m not who you think I am Tony.” Peter mumbled into the Alpha’s shoulder.

Tony just held on tighter “Babyboy you’re exactly who I think you are and more. I don’t care that you’re an Omega. Well I do care because you now need to explain to me how we’ve been dating for almost a year and I have yet to know about any heats.”

Peter pulled away to look Tony directly in the eye “Wait what?”

“My point is Peter you being an Omega doesn’t make me think any less of you. I love you.”

“But the interviews and the comments all the time?”

“Most of those were after me and Pepper split and we both know how well I took that.”

“She got with Rhodey not long after! And he’s an omega.” Peter’s eyes widen in realization “You were just angry not at omegas in general.”

Tony nodded and leaned his forehead against Peter’s “Bambino, I loved you when I thought you were a Beta but you being an Omega.. Well it “He licked his lips nervously “It doesn’t exactly turn me off. Even if you don’t have heats. Which I’m assuming is the bite?”

“Well sort of.” The younger man starts to play with the hem of Tony’s shirt nervously

Tony just raised his eyebrow waiting for Peter to explain himself when he didn’t, Tony leaned back far enough that he could tilt Peter’s chin up and gave him a soft kiss “Talk to me Bambino”

“Well I don’t have heats as much because of the bite, it causes me to have them every three months. I usually avoid them to every six months with my suppressants then go visit May for the week. “

“But this time May went away and you lied to her and said I knew and that it was fine for her to go away and that’s why your panicking” Tony stated.

Peter nodded. “I know that’s not what you wanted to hear Tones.”

“I’m more concerned about you being on suppressants. Like are they aftermarket ones or –“

“Tony, I grew up in Brooklyn what do you think”

“Okay well I don’t care if you want to call me a controlling, overbearing Alpha but we are getting you on proper suppressants!”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m not a complete barn animal Pete, I understand you wanting to be on suppressants especially with you being Spiderman BUT--”

“Of course there is a but.” Peter mumbles

“But, you will be on the right ones. Not that aftermarket shit. I’ll pay for it. As your Alpha it’s the least I can do.”

“Tones… You don’t need to do that.”

“Of course I do- wait do you not want that? Me as your Alpha? Is that why you didn’t tell me?”

“Oh god no Tony! I’m in love with you, I thought you knew that!” Peter leaned his forehead against Tony’s

“I’d give anything to have you as my Alpha Anthony.”

Tony swallowed roughly, Peter calling him his full name was doing things to the Alpha that he didn’t expect. “Peter...”

“Yes Alpha?” Peter looked at him with a smirk on his face

“You’re going to be the death of me Kid.” Tony licked his lips again and kept glancing from the younger man’s lips to his eyes and back again.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me Anthony?”

Tony lunges forward and kissed the Omega hard. Slipping his tongue between his lips when Peter’s mouth opened in a gasp.

The younger Omega clung onto the Alpha as his mouth was devoured. “Tony!” Peter gasped

“Mm Yes Babyboy?” Tony pulled away slowly.

“Um. My… My heat. Its due in a few days” Peter stuttered

“Okay... We need to get supplies for you then, unless you’re wanting this heat alone?”

“God no. I just need to make sure it’s not my hormones making you want me.” Peter said nervously. A part of him knew that Tony actually wanted him, but at the same time the Omega in him couldn’t help but fret that this Alpha was going to disappear after his heat.

Tony slid his hands up to the young Omega’s face, caressing his cheeks. “Oh Peter, I don’t know how you don’t know this but I’m smitten with you baby. If you were to tell me you wanted me to go away and not come back until your heat was over to prove to you that all I want is you, heat or not… Well I would do in a heartbeat, it wouldn’t be easy. I’d probably end up sitting against your door the whole time to ease my inner Alpha. My point is I would do anything for you.”

Peter started to cry, not of sadness but of the joy that only being truly loved can cause. “Tony.”

“Baby please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you” Tony begged, wiping his tears with the pad of his thumb

Peter couldn’t help but lean further into the touch. “No Alpha I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m so happy. You’re everything I’ve always wanted and now I finally have it.” Peter sniffed