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starkerhowlter · 1 year ago

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Performative Dom

Ship: Starker Rating: E Contains: Language, Blowjobs, collaring, Lingerie, Dom/sub, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent (But corrected by Tony to give Peter the right to consent), Objectification (Not by MCs), BDSM Posing, Collar pulling, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Peter Parker is 18, leashing Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange prompt 1: Peter is a sub but they won't let him go to college without a Dom sponsor. Tony thinks he's too brilliant for those dumb rules to ruin his life so he takes up the role only to fall in love with how beautiful Peter looks on his knees. Words: 5426 Summary: Peter needs a dom. And the perfect candidate is right in front of him. But what if they fit better together than either of them ever expected?

AKA: Five Times Tony realized this was a mistake, and one time he embraced it.

Gift for: @the-mad-starker

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt and for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you love it and I hope this does your prompt justice! Also I hope you love the bonus moodboard I custom built for you! A number of the images were made just for you ♥♥

Also also, hi Starker fandom! It's been a minute since I've been back! I've been on a "fandom tour of the world" recently and joined 3 fandoms since July. You haven't gotten rid of me yet!

This was edited by one of my fave humans @starkerkitty! Thank you so much, Jacy!! <3

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The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Peter bursts into the lab seething, and Tony's met with a fire he's never seen in the younger boy's eyes.

Tony's brow furrows as he kicks his feet off the desk, "Peter?"

"I thought we were past this as a society," Peter shouts, dropping the envelope on the desk in front of him. He continues pacing the length of the garage, stepping onto the walls to pace across the ceiling.

"What? Acceptance letters?" Tony smirks, raises an eyebrow and picks up the envelope. He pulls the paper out, reading. "’Dear Peter Parker, you have been accepted to MIT.’" Tony murmurs, "I mean that was expected..." He continues, "blah blah blah... Orientation is on Monday.. blah blah blah... ‘Unfortunately, we can't allow you to enroll in classes until you present a Dom to sponsor your journey with MIT to allow for you to be enrolled and to keep you accounta’-- Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me," he scoffs, tossing the paper on his desk. "They're really holding you from a degree because of *that*?! Just because of the little pink heart on your license?! Maybe I can call my associates, surely they know I'm the one who recommended you. They can't possibly be holding you for anything at all." He scoffs, "I'm going up there. If they want to play this game, we'll play this game."

"Or..." Peter starts, hopping down from on top of one of the server towers.

"Or?" Tony asks, arms crossing over his chest as he looks up at the boy.

"Never mind."

"Peter..."

He sighs, "I have a plan. But you... you have to trust me, Mr. Stark."

-----

"Peter, we can't do this. I mean, I'm all about fucking over tradition, but you do realize they do checks. And not just one. They do them throughout the entirety of your time in the program." Tony stares at the younger man from behind his sunglasses, frowning, "We can't possibly make them believe that I'm your Dom."

Peter's shoulders fall, "You don't want to..."

Tony scoffs, reaching over to clasp a hand over Peter's shoulder, "Now when did I say that? I'm just worried because you're just a kid. I don't want to be preying on you because you're vulnerable."

"You're not. You're just helping me to get into a prestigious university. Speaking of, we need to go get some supplies."

"Supplies?"

Peter shrugs and nods, "Y'know... A collar, whatever outfit you think fits your standards, Mr. Stark. If you feel it's appropriate, you can even pick it."

At the mention of an outfit, Tony's mind fills with images of Peter wrapped in ensembles of his dom's choosing. He considers a suit but settles for something more casual. And Peter in his mind looks stunning.

This is a mistake.

"Oh. We can uh... go tomorrow, deal?"

Peter nods, "Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Stark! Goodnight!" He skips out of the penthouse, leaving Tony alone with less-than-appropriate thoughts about his young mentee.

_____

There are a few times in Tony Stark's life when he knew he is well and truly fucked before the consequences happen.

This is one of those times.

Before him, Peter’s standing on a fitting platform presented for Tony.

"Now, Mr. Stark, what collar are you thinking for your sub? Have they earned a lock? Have they leveled up to a buckle, or is he still in training where they haven't earned more than a snap? As you know, your sub must earn a place beside you."

He allows himself a few deep breaths, glancing at Peter to confirm he's okay with this.

Instead of a nervous disposition, Peter looks almost comfortable. His eyes are glazed, lips parted as he waits for Tony -- his dom-- to decide what he's worth.

"I think he's earned a lock." Peter's chest shudders at the words and Tony smirks, "And let's put my name on it. He should bear my name since he belongs to me."

The worker nods, hanging on to Tony's every word. "Done! Give me just a few minutes to get the collar together for you. We can cut it today and size it so you can walk out with the piece before you leave the mall today!"

"Sounds good. I think my sub and I are going to do a few other errands but we will be back. If you wouldn't mind giving me a call?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark. I will start on your piece immediately." The worker takes the black metal card from him, disappearing into the back room to swipe it and get his receipt, but Tony isn't interested in the receipt.

He turns towards Peter, hands resting gently on his arms, "You alright, kid?

Peter nods, mutely, and takes Tony's hand. "Do we need to... show our status while we're in public?"

"It's probably a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?"

"Whatever you'd like me to wear... daddy?" Peter tacks on the title as an afterthought and Tony fights the urge to react visibly.

"I think that they will believe us more if we put you in a lingerie set and then dress you in a nice outfit on top of it. We can pass it off like I picked the outfit to match your collar, and if you are comfortable, some harnesses latch onto the type of collar I picked for you. But honestly, it's whatever you--"

"Mister Stark? I apologize for the interruption. Here is your card back and your receipt."

"Oh! Thank you!" He takes the card, putting it back in his wallet before taking Peter's hand and leading him out of the shop.

Holding Peter's hand feels far more natural than it should as they walk through the mall. No one gives them a second look, and Tony wonders if they pass as a couple.

"Follow me," Tony states, leading him through the mall toward the lingerie store.

"Mr. Stark..." Peter tries, voice cracking with nervousness, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. If you aren't, we don't have to do this. But I will tell you from experience, they are going to want proof."

"Okay..."

----

This was a mistake.

Peter's standing in the middle of the store, surrounded by a rainbow of lace and tulle, and staring at Tony with wide brown eyes.

"What is the-- um--" His voice cracks and Tony's heart melts.

This was a mistake.

"How about we start you in a simple lace playsuit? Do you have a favorite color?"

"I... You should pick."

"Alright, deal." Tony approaches one of the racks, sifting through the outfits to pick out a couple of styles in various colors. "What do you think about red?"

"L-like Iron Man red?"

"I mean... If I'm going to be 'owning' you, it'd make sense to have you wearing my colors," he replies, "Just seems appropriate."

Peter nods and follows after him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets.

"Your clothes are in there," he states, pointing into the third fitting stall, pulling the purple curtain back. "I'll wait for you out here. If you feel comfortable, I'd love to see how you look in the outfits... baby"

Peter's eyes widen at the title, but he steps inside the booth before he can splutter out a reply and begins stripping off his hoodie and jeans, dropping them onto the gaudy cheetah print chair in the corner of the stall.

Tony hadn't held back.

The pieces before him held no semblance of modesty, yet would show off every curve and muscle of his body. One’s black and frilly, another’s pastel silk, and behind them is a hot rod red harness and lace playsuit.

"Holy--" He whispers, running his hand over the black, lace, off-shoulder negligee, pulling it gently off the hanger. The piece weighed next to nothing, but it felt like it'd shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. He lifts it, pulling it over his head and down over his body.

It wasn't a piece of clothing so much as one long-sleeved lace sock, in Peter's opinion. The bottom of the negligee touched just beneath his ass, and the sleeves pulled down over his hands to leave just his fingers bare.

The lace covered nothing. His nipples and boxers were visible through the lace and at that second, he felt very, very exposed.

"M-Mr. Stark?" He ekes out, peeking his head out of the curtain, keeping his body covered.

"Yeah, Peter?"

"How's this look?" Peter pulls back the curtain, revealing his lithe muscular form wrapped in the delicate lace dress.

Oh... Tony fucked up.

The kid - the one he had told himself he wouldn't drool over - was standing before him in a skin-tight lace bodycon dress, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than to devour him.

"You look-- The lace and-- and your figure... um..." He clears his throat, "You look good. Can I see the next one?"

"Oh! Of course!" Peter replies, rushing back into the room.

Back in the room, Peter removes the lacy garment and picks up the silky one. It doesn't even make it off the hanger before it's dropped to the floor.

"No on the silk."

"No?" Tony replies from outside the door, "Just don't like the color or...?"

"Texture," Peter replies bluntly, picking it back up to hang it on the hook. "I can't do it."

Tony huffs what sounds like a laugh, "That's alright, sweetheart."

The title slips out, and the younger man blushes as he picks up the next piece.

On the hanger is a lacy bright red harness playsuit. Bands cross along the back and front, over where his midriff would be, and he shivers slightly at the intricacy of the piece. He steps into it, slowly pulling it up over his thighs, hips, and stomach, spreading the lace over his form.

He turns towards the mirror and the sight of himself catches him off guard. Peter's breathing hitches at the sight of Tony's colors, his red, stretched over Peter’s pale skin. His hands ghost down the front, and the feeling causes him to shiver.

"You okay in there, kid?" Tony calls, shattering the moment, "Didn't get tangled did you?"

"Uh... no!" He calls out, turning away from the mirror and towards the curtain. "Did you want to see this one? It's a bit... much isn't it?"

Tony gives an affirmative noise, and Peter pulls open the curtain, revealing himself to him.

"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.

"That bad?"

"Look at you..." He steps forwards, and reaches for his hips, but stops just a few inches shy. "I-- Sorry." Tony inhales and steps back. "You can uh.. get dressed. I'll meet you out front."

He is so fucked.

---

A few days later, Tony's sitting on the couch next to Peter, reading paperwork on his tablet. "Okay, kid, we need a game plan for this Thursday. I mean... how are we planning on convincing them?" He swirls the bourbon in his glass, sipping it slowly. "Are you just thinking you'll sit in my lap or was there something else you thought might work better? What's the move?"

"I figured I'd sit on your lap, um... maybe we can have me wear a button-down shirt so they can see the lingerie and collar you picked? Just... basically... um... what do people usually do?"

'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.

"They tend to use less... orthodox methods. Some bring their subs in on leashes or feed them from their hand, make them sit down on the floor at their feet... It really depends. All I know is that when the day comes, I need to know what program you are going into and why so that I can vouch for you. Because as much as I hate it... in that room, you have no voice."

Peter shivers at the implication and nods. "Noted. Would you like me to uh... put on the outfit again so we can practice? I don't think it'd do us well for either of us to be stumbling and shy the day of."

'Oh, fuck, please put the outfit back on...' Tony thinks.

"Good idea. I expect I will wear a usual suit, so there really isn't any need for me to change, right? I mean the entire thing is just a meeting. Nothing major. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, it's just an interview."

-----

This is a mistake.

Whatever they'd planned for, it wasn't this.

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter whispers, eyes wide as he's led into the room, feeling small in the cavernous space. Their shoes thud against the floor as they walk, and he takes note of many famous art pieces along the walls as they're led to the office.

At the last second, they'd decided on a leash, and now Peter realizes that may have been a mistake. The skinny chain is connected to the D-ring of his collar, and the other end is held by a wrist strap in the same metallic red leather as his collar. The weight of the piece creates a heady feeling at Peter's core and he finds himself thinking of taxes, his grandma... anything to keep the bulge in the front of his pants minimal.

Tony pulls on the chain, leading Peter through the halls, following a woman with a tight black bun who's talking far too fast for Peter to keep up with.

"This school is one of the most prestigious in the country, you're not going to regret sending your sub here. We do offer a few check-in options if you want him to live on campus, but at the end of the day, it's about whatever works for you, Mr. Stark."

He replies with a simple, "As you know, I was a student here when I was younger. I think I want Peter here to have the same experience. Back then, we knew I was going to be marked a dom, just as my father was, and I didn't need any sort of sponsor. I'm not quite sure how this process works." Tony's entire being exudes confidence, and it puts Peter's racing heartbeat at ease. "Do you need to verify my 'status' or is that just understood?"

"I will need to verify your designation when we get to the office, but at this time it's not a major issue." She gives him a tight smile, not sparing Peter a second glance. "Oh, I should remind you, there will be a confirmation test before the meeting begins, will you be needing supplies for it or have you brought your own?"

Tony scoffs dismissively, "What the hell is a 'Confirmation test'? You don't believe that I own my sub? That's ridiculous!"

"I do apologize, Mr. Stark. We've had a recent spike in subs acting as doms to get into college or having others of different designations pretend to be their dom to try and bypass the system. Therefore we've had to implement a check. There will be an agreement signed by all parties present if you're worried about it being leaked."

Peter blanches at the concept, heart racing when he hears that others have tried and failed to do exactly as they are.

"Ah, that makes sense. We won't be needing supplies, my sub here is trained well enough to take it no matter how I give it." He shrugs, "Well then, where should we wait?"

"Just through here," she replies, ignoring the snark in Tony's voice.

He sends her a fake smile, pulling Peter closer to him to wrap his arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter's racing pulse presses against his wrist. With a whisper, he soothes Peter, "It's okay. I've got you, baby," putting on the facade of a doting dom, much to the woman leading them's approval.

"My dom is the same way when I get nervous," she muses mindlessly, opening a large white door to lead them into the office. "Have a seat over here." She leads him over to one of the plush velvet chairs sitting before a large wood desk, "Your sub can wait by the door."

Tony frowns, "Absolutely not, he stays with me. No questions asked." Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Peter's leash, keeping him close as though someone would steal him away. "He'll sit at my feet."

"If that's what you choose. Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo will be in soon. Would you like any coffee while you wait?"

"I think we're alright. Thank you." She nods, leaving them alone.

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Tony asks, helping Peter to sit comfortably on his knees by Tony's chair.

Peter nods, shifting slightly to ensure Tony's shirt parts over his chest to reveal the lacy bodice of the lingerie.

He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, "You look good. I don't know what this 'confirmation test' is, but we'll get through it together."

"I trust you. We can do whatever we need to to get through this. I want to go to MIT so bad, Mr. Stark..."

"I know, Peter, and I will do whatever I have to to make it happen. Even if it means lying to the panel at my alma mater." He smirks, ruffling the younger man's hair, "We will get through this... together."

Before long, the large door at the side of the room opens and two men walk inside.

"Good morning, I presume you're Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo?"

"Yes, and is this..." He lifts his clipboard, "Peter Parker?"

At the mention of his name, Peter looks up from his place on the floor.

"Yes. We're here to get Peter set up in the program for biochemistry and chemical engineering."

The two suited men before them snicker, "That's quite the program... Are you sure it's for him?"

Tony frowns, chewing his cheek to keep from mouthing off and blowing it for the younger, "He's actually quite brilliant. But let's be honest, any sub worthy of me would have to be more than just a pretty face."

His words pinken Peter's cheeks, and he blushes, leaning against Tony's leg.

"If you're sure, we can progress to the next part of the meeting. Before that though, I have this sheet of terms and conditions for you to read."

The man on the left hands Tony a sheet of legalese.

It's a basic NDA, nothing he really needs to worry about because he's sure he could break it with a check and some lawyers if needed. Rolling his eyes at the places saying that he and his sub consent to the test, he moves to sign it, and then hands the pen to Peter, but notices at the last second there's only one line.

"Oh, we don't need his signature, your signature of consent is enough."

"Yeah, well I want his signature of consent next to mine." Tony glares, pointedly dragging the pen along the paper to create a line for Peter to sign. "Baby," he summons, snapping his fingers.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter replies, just as practiced, "How can I service you?"

"I need your signature on this NDA."

Peter obediently rises to his feet, leaning over the table to sign the paper.

"You don't even need to read it?" The man on the right asks.

"Of course not. If my Sir read it, I trust him to know what's best for me."

Clearly, that was the right answer, as Tony's hand wrapped around his hips, pulling Peter back to sit on his lap.

They hadn't discussed this.

Tony smiles softly at him, left hand running up his chest, and under the shirt.

Neither of the men before them seem bothered by the display. If anything, they're pleased.

"Before we begin, I need to see your IDs. Just to confirm your designations."

"Of course." Tony nods, pulling his wallet out to produce both of their IDs from the pocket they'd tucked them into the day prior.

The men look over their ID cards, confirming the black heart on Tony's and the pink one on Peter's. They hold them up to the light, confirming the words etched beside the icons aren't forged.

When they seem satisfied, they stand at the desk, handing Tony back the cards.

"Now, for the next part of this process, we're going into this room next door. There will be some equipment for you to use, should you need it. Essentially, we just need to see how you and Mr. Parker interact to confirm that you are actually in an agreement."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Tony replies calmly, following behind them and leading Peter into the room as well.

---

The giant room is simple, with dark red walls and black wood flooring. There’s only a few pieces of equipment Tony's never seen outside of an obscure sex club he frequented in '05 in the room.

"When you're ready Mr. Stark." They take a seat on the black couch in the corner of the room.

Tony nods, "Alright. Peter, I want you to strip out of my shirt and head to the display platform over there." He unclips the leash from his wrist and the chain falls against Peter's front.

"Yes, Daddy," Peter replies obediently, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. He folds the garment, setting it on the floor next to him. Silently, he steps onto the circular acrylic platform and waits at attention with his head down and arms behind his back.

"Inspection," Tony states, crossing his arms, and standing just off to the side of the stand.

Without a second thought, Peter raises his arms behind his head, spreading his legs to wait for his next command.

Tony walks behind him, circling the platform as the world shrinks to just them.

"Service."

He nods, dropping his hands in front of his crotch, patiently eyeing Tony for the next word."

"Good. Nadu."

'Fuck.' Peter thinks, dropping to his knees. He kneels back, spreading his thighs just enough to place his hands palms-up on them, eyes trained at the floor just before him.

It feels like the room has suddenly grown 800 degrees hotter as Tony watches the younger man drop to his knees from just his command. He fights the urge to respond. To go over and take control and ownership of Peter, but instead, he coughs and delivers the next command, "Collar."

Peter lifts his head, presenting his throat as though Tony were to place or pull on the leather wrapped around his throat.

"Humble."

He drops forward, chain hitting the ground with a dull thud as his nose touches the floor, arms sliding before him, and his ass pushed out into the air for Tony or any passerby to inspect him. It wracks shivers down Peter's form as he lays there.

Tony's eyes widen.

This was a mistake.

Had Peter's ass always looked that good in those jeans or was this position just stretching the light fabric over his form? He clears his throat, glancing over at the suited men writing notes in the corner.

"Ready position," he commands, snapping his fingers to grab Peter's attention.

Peter pushes up, pulling his hands back towards himself, sitting on his knees with his lips slightly parted. The chain of the leash runs down his body as Peter raises his gaze to just above where Tony's face would be if he stood over him.

The thought fills Tony's head with more visuals than he's prepared for, and he feels himself going lightheaded.

This was a fucking mistake.

"Last one, Peter..." he states, "Captured."

Gracelessly, Peter rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs to present his body to Tony, inviting him to take control. His breath leaves his lungs. If it weren't for the jeans obstructing his view, Peter's cock, hole, and balls would be on display for him.

Tony chokes out a simple, "R-Released." Clearing his throat, he adds, "Good job, Peter." He offers him the button-up from next to the platform, helping him put it on, but stops him before he can button it.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm glad that I could please you."

He presses a gentle kiss to Peter's temple and reattaches the chain leash to his wrist.

One of the men interrupts the exchange, catching Tony's attention, "Well, Mr. Stark, I can say that we are thoroughly impressed with you and your training of your sub. If you wouldn't mind having a seat with us over here, we can sort out his schedule for this semester."

"Gladly." He leads Peter over, dropping into the white chair across from them, and pulling Peter into his lap.

----

Two hours later, they arrive outside with one sheet of classes for Peter to begin in a week.

"We did it!!" Peter squeals, wrapping his arms around Tony in a tight, celebratory hug.

"We did, kid! You are now officially a student of MIT," Tony replies, "Congratulations! Wanna head home?"

"Please..." Peter replies. 'Just a little longer.'

----

The air in the penthouse is thick as Tony drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen.

"Now what? I expect you want to change into something more comfortable?"

'Please do, before I eat you alive,' Tony thinks.

"Um... I thought..." Peter walks around the counter, standing before Tony, "I thought I might stay in this a little longer. If that... I mean... If that's okay?"

"Fuck, kid... Of course it is," he murmurs, hand reaching out and stopping just before Peter's cheek. Peter's breath ghosts across his wrist, crushing the last of Tony's reserve. He places his hand on Peter's jaw, running it down toward his throat.

They'd removed the leash once they'd gotten in the car, and Tony mourned its loss, but instead reached for the ring at the center of Peter's collar.

"Is this okay?"

"Please..." Peter whispers, eyes falling to Tony's lips before flicking back to meet his eye.

"Fuck, kid..." Tony grabs the D-ring with his right index finger, pulling him forward into their first kiss. It grows heated almost instantly, as Peter presses his body back against the counter, caged in by Tony's left hand.

Peter whimpers against his lips, licking into Tony's mouth.

"I've wanted this so badly... For so long," he murmurs, sharing breaths with the older man, "Please, Mr. Stark, let me have it?"

"Of course, you can have whatever you want, Peter. Anything." He kisses the younger again, reveling in the soft whines slipping past Peter's lips. "What do you want?"

"Can you... Tell me what to do again?" His voice cracks, nervously and Tony smirks at the sound.

"Of course I can. You can say stop at any time. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect me sponsoring you for college, okay?"

Peter nods, waiting for his first command as soon as Tony lets go of his collar.

"I want you to go into the living room, strip out of your outside clothes, and pick one of your kneeling positions. Either Nadu, Collaring, or your Ready position. I will be there in a moment. Also, you will call me ‘Daddy.’"

"Yes, Daddy." Peter rushes out of the kitchen, and into the den, stripping and kneeling in his ready position, just like he was trained. He watches the kitchen door, patiently waiting for Tony to come through.

Tony pushes open the door to the den, and there in the center of the floor is Peter kneeling in the Iron Man red lingerie Tony'd picked a week prior, waiting patiently for the older man to claim him for his own. The red elastic bands wrap diagonally around Peter's center, and the lace at his crotch and chest stretches over the skin perfectly.

He looks edible.

"Fuck, look at you..." Tony gasps. "I swear it took everything in me earlier not to step up on that platform and kiss you earlier."

As if imagining it, Peter shivers. Tony smirks, and runs his fingers through Peter's hair. "I have a feeling you would have liked it if I had, baby."

The title makes Peter's eyes widen and he blushes.

"Noted." Tony chuckles, "How far do you want to take this?"

"All the way. I just... I want your cock so bad, Daddy..."

"Fuck..." he groans, "Yeah, we can... we can make that happen. Fri, lock down this floor, make sure no one gets in."

"On it, sir," she replies.

"You have my full attention, Daddy," Peter whispers, shyly, "Do what you think I am worthy of."

"Honey, you've had my full attention since I put my name on your neck. And as for what you're worthy of? I think you've earned being spoiled on my cock until you're begging. How does that sound?"

Peter shivers and nods, "Please, Daddy... Make me yours."

He chuckles and unbuttons his slacks, watching as Peter tracks every single motion of his hands. "Desperate?"

The younger man blushes, and lowers his gaze to Tony's shoes, not replying.

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Can we just... Can I--?" He raises his hands to Tony's belt.

"Fuck, of course you can, Peter." Tony nods, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. "It's all yours."

Peter pushes forward, taking the tip into his mouth with practiced ease.

"Have you done this bef-- Oh fuck there..." Tony groans, hand falling into Peter's hair.

"Never kiss and tell, Daddy." He winks, licking along the side of Tony's length, sucking kisses into the skin.

"Fuck, Peter..." His hips jump when the younger man takes the crown into his mouth, sucking slowly down until he's buried the hilt of Tony's cock in his mouth. "How... did you... get to be so good at this?" His chest rises and falls as Peter watches through a hooded gaze. "You're so good for me, Peter..."

He pulls off, lips swollen and pink, "Say it?"

Tony runs his fingers through his hair, catching on the curls, "So good for Daddy."

Peter whimpers, taking Tony’s dick back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and suckling sloppily. Slowly, Tony's hips push back against his sucking, creating a slow rhythm.

"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?"

He nods as much as he can, dropping his jaw to allow for space.

Experimenting with a thrust, Tony pushes his dick further into Peter's mouth, reveling in the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls back, repeating the motion a few times, gasping when Peter's gurgles vibrate around his length.

Releasing his hold, he allows Peter to pull off and catch his breath, watching as the younger man wipes drool from his lips, and tears from his eyes.

"Again?"

"When you're ready, sweetheart. You're doing so good for Daddy, baby. I'm going to go a little faster."

As promised, he speeds his rhythm up, thrusting into Peter's mouth, each breath carrying a desperate moan. "Fuck, Peter..." He tangles his hands in Peter's hair, pulling Peter's head in an opposing pattern to his hips, "Just a little more, sweetheart... And then I'll make you feel good too."

"Don't... Don't have to." Peter croaks, pushing his hips down against the ground. "'m good."

"Are you getting off on this, Peter? Enjoying me using your mouth? You enjoy being used by Daddy?" Tony purrs, tangling his hands in Peter's hair, pulling him forward again, "Good. Because Daddy loves using your pretty mouth."

Peter whimpers, sucking Tony back into his mouth, licking the beads of precum off the tip and down the side. He shivers, fucking his own mouth.

"Fuck, sweetheart... Can't... Can't fucking do that, I'm too close."

Tony swears he sees Peter's eyes sparkle when he says that, but he couldn't be sure. Not with his head falling back in a louder-than-necessary moan.

Peter shivers at the sound, and the vibrations of his own moans are what brings Tony over the edge.

He shouts Peter's name, bucking sloppily into his mouth, groaning loudly. "Fuck, so good for me baby... So fucking good."

Peter swallows around him, licking the remnants away, pulling off with a soft pop.

Tony tucks himself back into his boxers and sinks next to Peter, "God... Why haven't we done this sooner?"

Peter shrugs dazedly, head falling against Tony's shoulder. He wraps his arms around Peter, kissing him softly. The man tastes himself, and he smiles against Peter's lips.

"As for you..." he reaches down, slipping his hand into Peter's lingerie, and is met with a wet spot, and Peter's hypersensitive cock. "You-- You came untouched?"

"Mhmn.."

"Fuck, kid..." Tony gasps, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Everything," Peter whispers back, nuzzling closer, feeling completely owned. Just as he should be.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments and reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #SFSecretStarker24 #shut up nika #nika writes

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halbarrysecretsanta · 6 days ago

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Halbarry Prompt: Part 1!

The exchange may be over, but that just means we get to see what prompts the participants came up with! If you happen to make something from a prompt, why not tag the prompt creator so they can enjoy your creation too?

Prompts:

Black Mercy attacks Barry @hal-barry-wally

breaking up and making up

Childhood Friends (bonus points for undiagnosed AuDHD to AuDHD (mis)communication) @toytle

southern california christmas @bitchyblkqueer

Dreamcore/liminal space/weirdcore/surrealism @ceeloilights

eyes wide shut (the movie) @bitchyblkqueer

Fake Dating / Pretend Relationship

Fake dating, end up together at the end @briarmoon1015

fake dating on an undercover mission (where Halbarry adopt new identities as the new gay couple that just moved across the street? or some variant of this) @layspotatochipabs

Check out the gifts on Tumblr and Ao3, and the Exit Survey here!

#halbarry #prompts #halbarry secret santa #halbarry secret santa 2024

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salmonthestoryteller · 8 years ago

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In Over Their Heads

A Yuri on Ice Fanfic

Written for @seungchuchuweek

Sara laughed at him for three minutes straight. And, yes, he did time it. She tried to say something twice, and both times collapsed back into laughter.

“Honestly, I can’t take it. My sides hurt.” She finally gasped out.

“It isn’t funny.”

“Seung Gil, it is sooo funny, you don’t even know.”

“It’s your fault.”

“I said “or you could be a coward and say you are with someone.” The first half of my advice was “Tell her you aren’t interested.” So clearly it’s yours.“

"I tried your first advice. She insisted she could change whatever I didn’t like, including getting plastic surgery.” Seung Gil scowled. Sara was skating that night, so dumping his problems on her probably wasn’t fair. Seeing as she seemed so amused, though, he didn’t feel the least bit guilty.

Sara wrinkled her nose. “Well, that does sound a bit creepy. So you told her you were engaged, though? I mean, couldn’t you have just said dating?”

“I said I was with someone and she demanded to know if we were serious. Any hint otherwise seemed likely to make the whole confrontation pointless.”

“Okay, so she posts her heartbreak online where, of course, it goes viral.”

“My coach called me at 4 am, Sara. 4 am. She didn’t even wait til practice.”

“Yikes…” Sara grimaced. “Okay, so now it’s all over the web, and the reporters are starting to drop hints because they want to break the story. Except there is no story.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Seung Gil reminded himself that Sara was one of his only friends, annoying though she could be, and that yelling at her would likely lead to a confrontation with her brother, who was also annoying, and her ignoring him for three days. Seeing as he needed her help before he had to face the reporters at his short program tomorrow, he couldn’t afford the three days.

“That’s why I need your advice. I don’t know anything about this sort of thing. What can I do?”

Sara blinked. “Well, unless you get yourself engaged, there isn’t much you can do besides come clean, right?”

“But then I would have suffered all this mayhem for what purpose? I’m going to become a hermit.”

“You pretty much already are.”

“And this is why. People are annoying.”

“Hm… I could be your fiance.”

Seung Gil stared at her in complete confusion. “I’m sorry, repeat that?”

“It would be kind of funny to see Mickey’s face. Of course, I’d have to tell him it wasn’t real before he got too serious about it.”

“Sara, I don’t even understand what you are talking about.”

“A fake engagement.”

“Fake engagement?”

“Yah, it would be like a publicity stunt. Then you could break it off later. Say you had irreconcilable differences or something. Since I already know the whole story, I’ll volunteer. It would make it more believable if it was someone they’ve seen you interact with-”

“Sara, oh!” Phichit rounded the corner, freezing when he saw them together. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy.”

“It’s okay.” Sara waved off his concern. “Did you need something?”

“I was going to ask for a selfie before your short program. Hello, Seung Gil.”

“Hello.” Seung Gil gave a nod.

“I saw something about you getting engaged. I didn’t even know you were dating, but, well, congratulations?” Phichit’s smile seemed forced.

“Erk. Um..” Seung Gil hesitated.

Sara glanced between them at the awkward interaction. At the subdued congratulations followed by Seung Gil’s freeze, her eyes lit up and a grin broke out across her features. “Eureka!” The two turned to her in confusion. “Phichit, Seung Gil isn’t engaged.”

“Huh?” Phichit immediately looked confused.

“Sara!” Seung Gil hissed.

“Seung Gil, Phichit is the answer to all your problems.”

“What are all the problems?” Phichit was more confused than ever.

“That is a bad idea.” Seung Gil broke in.

“It’s a terrific idea.” Sara overrode him. “Hey, Phichit, how would you like to get a ton of new followers for your sns?”

Even as a look of interest crossed Phichit’s face, Seung Gil buried his face in his hands. This was going to be a disaster.

“How could you do this to me?” Seung Gil asked Sara that night. They were gathering in her hotel room to plot things out, and Phichit had yet to arrive.

“Come clean or phony fiance. Which do you prefer?” She countered.

“I thought you were going to be my fake intended.”

“This is better.”

“No, it’s not. You know I find Phichit… personally and aesthetically attractive.”

“Exactly. This is a great opportunity for you to sweep him off his feet.”

“This isn’t a drama. Things like that don’t really occur in real life.” Seung Gil lectured.

“Have you honestly ever known anyone who tried?”

“No. Because who is crazy enough to agree to a phony engagement?”

“Phichit Chulanont, apparently.” There was a knock on the door. “That’s him, let’s get to work plotting your fake romance.”

Seung Gil decided then and there that he was never asking the Italian woman for love advice ever again, even if his life depended on it.

It was one selfie of the two of them eating breakfast together hashtagged various things like goodmorning, healthybreakfast, and finally withmyfiance. He had asked if it would really become well known by the evening from one post. Phichit had laughed at the question and told him not to underestimate the power of social media.

Seung Gil decided specifically he should never doubt the power of Phichit’s social medias skills. They had only just finished the meal when his coach called. Even though he stepped a few feet away to take the call, she was screeching at a level he was certain carried to everyone nearby. He was quite positive he had never heard her make noises like this before. He also hadn’t reassured her the viral post about him getting engaged was a misinterpretation two days before posing in a picture with his supposed fiance before either.

Phichit seemed to be faring no better, with calls from both Celestino and Satsuki. He was pretty sure Satsuki was weeping, too. He hoped it was her and not Celestino, anyway. Maybe not letting their coaches in on the secret might have been a bad idea. Sara had said the more who knew, the more likely the truth might come out, and it had been a convincing argument.

“Victor wants us to celebrate our engagement with everyone after the free skate.” Phichit told him when they both finished the awkward phone calls. “Also, my sister says we can’t be engaged because you haven’t paid a sinsod. Wait, why am I the bride?” He frowned at the phone screen.

“You are prettier.” Seung Gil told him. It wasn’t until he looked over and saw Phichit was staring at him with wide eyes that he realized exactly what he had said. He cleared his throat, a blush burning his cheeks. “Aesthetically speaking.”

A blush burned Phichit’s cheeks too. “That’s a matter of opinion. Besides, you have longer hair, so you’re the bride ” He offered with a grin.

Seung Gil laughed at the ridiculous excuse. “So tell her you paid… what did you call it?”

“Sinsod.”

“Tell her you paid for me.”

“I am!” Phichit was typing away.

Seung Gil shook his head in amusement, and went to settle the breakfast bill. When he came back, Phichit was still typing on his phone. “We should probably get going before the reporters get here.”

“I would have paid my part of the bill.” Phichit told him.

“I asked you to meet me for breakfast to start this whole thing into motion. So it’s right that I pay.”

“Well, if I invite you out next, then I’m paying.”

“I won’t object.”

Phichit’s phone went off as they exited the restaurant, and he pulled it out again. “That’s so rude!” He suddenly complained.

“What?” Seung Gil asked, slightly concerned by the outburst.

“My sister says I couldn’t afford you, so it must be the other way around!”

Seung Gil couldn’t help but start laughing.

Their engagement had gone viral by the time they arrived for practice. Skaters who he wasn’t even aware knew his account had posted congratulations to them on both their pages. It still didn’t prepare him for being surrounded the moment they entered the rink to practice.

“It’s so exciting!” Guanghong was first to leap forward to hug Phichit, and then - to his surprise - him, too. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw your post!”

“Well, we weren’t planning the announcement yet, but word got leaked.” Phichit excused.

“Ah, young love. It’s such a beautiful thing.” Georgi wiped tears from his eyes.

“You didn’t post pics from any dates. I didn’t know you could be so sly.” Yuuri accused, clasping Phichit’s shoulder.

“Well, I don’t post everything.” Phichit laughed nervously.

“Yes, you do. You must have been keeping it quiet for a reason.”

“It was out of respect for me.” Seung Gil put in. “I am a bit more reserved a person.”

“One cannot always trust what one sees on social media, after all.” Chris broke in, his gaze piercing as he watched them. “Though you do make a charming couple.”

“Thank-you.” Phichit took Seung Gil’s arm pointedly. “We really should all get back to practice, though.”

“What, don’t we even get an engagement kiss?” Victor teased.

“Victor!” Yuuri elbowed him in the side.

“What a lovely idea! How about a kiss?” Chris seconded.

“If you do, I’m posting!” Guanghong whipped out his phone.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Victor and Chris started to chant, nudging at the other skaters to join in.

“How’s this?” Phichit leaned up to press his lips to his cheek. Seung Gil felt his heart race from the simple act and dared a glance at him. As unflappable as he usually was, even Phichit seemed flustered by the attention.

“You call that a kiss?” Mila had shown up somewhere along the line, dragging Sara with her.

“Boo!” Victor complained.

“I thought it was sweet.” Guanghong protested.

“That’s cuz you’re a baby.” Mila told him.

“I’m one year younger than you!”

“We want a real kiss!” Victor spoke up.

“Now, now-” Sara began.

Hoping to end the whole mess, Seung Gil leaned down to capture Phichit’s lips with his own. He’d meant it to be a brief kiss, but the moment their lips met, Phichit’s parted in a small gasp of surprise, and his good sense flew out the window. It wasn’t until it was over, Phichit’s mouth chasing his to brush one last time that he became aware of the group around them again.

Mostly they were cheering, though Mila and Victor were both whistling. Yuuri and Guanghong were both blushing, though he noticed the latter still had his phone camera trained on them.

“Now that was true love’s kiss.” Chris patted his shoulder and threw him a wink as he headed back to the ice.

Georgi was wiping his eyes again, but Mila pulled him away. “We all want wedding invites!” Was her parting shot.

“I am posting that!” Guanghong insisted, slipping away as if afraid someone might stop him.

“Yes, well, practice.” Phichit stepped away from him with a bit of a dazed look on his face.

Seung Gil was feeling a bit dazed himself, and not at all like practicing. Not skating anyhow. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, when Yuuri spoke up, knocking Phichit’s arm with his hand in a friendly gesture. “Hey, wake up. I know kissing Seung Gil is your dream come true, but you do have a competition to compete in.

Phichit’s face went from dazed to horrified in a matter of seconds, and Seung Gil’s world tilted on its axis.

Both their short programs were terrible. Too distracted for either technical prowess or good artistry. He was hoping to talk to Phichit about what Yuuri had said, but he disappeared quickly. Even though he was tempted to call off the fake engagement that seemed to be wrecking their chance at the podium right about now, Seung Gil forced himself to answer the reporters questions with polite acknowledgement. Yes, the rumors were true. Yes, he was engaged to Phichit Chulanont. No, they hadn’t set a date yet. No, they hadn’t decided on the type of wedding either.

That evening found him outside Phichit’s hotel room door, wanting to knock but terrified to at the same time.

"That was a short honeymoon.”

Seung Gil turned to find Chris watching him knowingly. “It’s complicated.” He told him.

“One thing about life you should learn, Seung Gil. Half the time the ones making it complicated is our own selves.” With that he knocked twice on the door. “Phi-chit! Your lover boy is out here pacing!”

“Christophe!” Seung Gil protested, but the door was already flying open.

“Seung Gil?” Phichit stared at him in shock.

“There now, you see? Easy.” Chris gave Seung Gil a small shove and he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before he ran into Phichit.

They had ended up standing extremely close, and they stared awkwardly at each other for a long moment. “Good evening?” He tried.

“Same?” Phichit responded.

“Talk it out now. It would be a shame to waste such a lovely kiss!” Chris waved at them and continued walking.

“Can… I come in?” Seung Gil asked.

“Okay.” Phichit stepped aside to let him pass. Once he closed the door, they stood across from each other. “Do you want a water or a tea?”

“No, but thank-you for asking.”

“You’re welcome.”

This was not easy at all. Christophe’s advice was proving lousy, too. People were annoying and useless, he amended his usual rant inside his head.

“So… you’re probably wondering about what Yuuri said.”

“I was, yes, but…”

“The thing is…”

“I like you. I have for awhile.”

“That is the gist of it, yes… Wait. Come again?” Phichit looked up at him.

“So, Sara knew that. And when this whole rumor about the engagement happened she asked you on purpose. She said it would be the perfect chance to sweep you off your feet, but I’m not good at this sort of thing. When Yuuri said what he said I hoped… But you left so fast and- ”

He was silenced by Phichit’s lips covering his own. Just like before, his good sense seemed to decide it was the perfect opportunity for a vacation. His arms wrapped around the other to pull him closer, his lips nuzzled and nipped back at the pair covering his own. They parted reluctantly, each taking in shuddering breaths.

“So, does this mean we’re dating?” Phichit asked him.

“We’re sort of engaged still.”

“That’s true. Wait, that means we got engaged, then went on a breakfast date, then kissed, and now confessed.”

“…That’s pretty much backwards.” Seung Gil pointed out.

“Pretty much, yah.” Phichit was smiling, though. “You sure you won’t stay for some tea?”

“Maybe one cup.”

“Have a seat.” Phichit went to start water in the hotel room’s small coffee maker.

Not wanting to make things odd by sitting on his bed, he chose one of the chairs by the window. He heard Phichit’s phone go off, but he was growing pretty used to that being a constant so he ignored it. Until he heard Phichit drop one of the mugs. “Are you okay?”

“Seung Gil, how would your grandmother get my mother’s number?”

Seung Gil’s eyes widened. “Please tell me your joking.”

“My brother says she called to set up a meeting between our families?” He clicked into another message.

Seung Gil pulled out his own phone with a distinct feeling of dread. “I missed a call from my father…”

“My mother just sent me a list of auspicious days for weddings. Apparently she got your birthdate and time from your grandmother.”

“Father says he does feel we should have made more of an effort to have a proper family meeting before the media got ahold of things, but he understands how hard that is due to our positions in the public eye and… Phichit, when did our fathers have dinner together earlier in the year?”

“Seung Gil, these wedding dates are March and April. Why are they so soon?”

“Oh, that’s actually considered fairly long for an engagement. Probably because grandmother anticipated us participating at Worlds.”

“Long? That isn’t even six months!”

“Three months is more typical…” Seung gil rubbed the back if his neck.

“How do you plan a wedding that fast?”

“It’s a pretty big industry back home.”

“My sister says that if we’re having a Korean style shotgun wedding (where does she learn these terms?), then she’s definitely making us have a khan maak procession and - no, you are not making him pay that much for the gates!”

“Grandmother took the phone from father. She’s been looking at your sns account. She’s so happy I found such a lively, outgoing spouse…”

“Seung Gil?” Phichit looked up from his phone.

“Yes?” Seung Gil glanced over at him, still listening to the lengthy voicemail left by his family.

“I think we’re in over our heads.”

“Maybe I should call Sara.”

Fini

I had way too much fun with this. I was so sure I would finish yesterday and then the ideas kept coming. Also, I invented them families. Sorry not sorry

#seungchuchuweek #day 7 #yoi fanfic #fanfic #yoi #yuri on ice #seungchuchu #bonus prompt: fake/pretend relationship

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fogsrollingin · 3 years ago

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SPN Reclist: Undercover Couple This marks the first time I’ve split fics in a trope reclist! Used to be one big "casefics reclist” but now I’ve divided them to be “undercover couple” and “gen casefic” recs 😊 One of these fics is more just ‘pretend/fake couple’ instead of going undercover for the case, but I figured I’d include it. The lighthearted playfulness comes in spades in these shippy casefics and I can never get enough! ✧ My entire catalogue of fic recs on tumblr here ✧ This post was last updated 1/21/2022

✧ Category: Sam/Dean ✧ The Truth in the Lie series by flawedamethyst. Rated NC-17, Sam/Dean, 76k. Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia. ao3.org/series/16385 my thoughts: This is such a weirdly charming series. I loved it. It was just so pleasant! And I really like consenting-adults-during-cases-slow-burn-romance fics.

Summer Film Festival of Death by OldToadWoman. NC-17, Sam/Dean, 127k words. Summary: Sam's point of view as he and Dean go on a hunt at a Florida movie theater where a person has died at every Saturday matinee for a month. They are short on clues leaving them an excessive amount of time to watch movies and drink booze and there's nothing to distract Sam from his increasingly inappropriate thoughts about his brother.(Per the prompt, this fic contains spilled popcorn and Winchesters clinging together watching a scary movie. As a bonus, this fic also contains Winchesters in various stages of dress and undress in the Florida heat. "Your un-flannelled Kansas ass needs sunscreen.") ao3.org/works/11965716 my thoughts: This fic is in my top favorite spn fics of all time. season 11 setting, Sam and Dean as mature consenting adults, sweet loving huggy cuddly slow burn romance during an interesting/quirky case of movie-based murders, brilliant atmospheric detail (muggy Florida, outrun movie theater aesthetics, hot motel rooms). I am SO HAPPY to have found this fic. One of the best I’ve read in awhile. And so long! 127k WOO! Also yay fake/pretend relationship trope! This fic is also in my love letter to location fic reclist.

Windfall for the Nonbeliever by Glovered. Rated R, Sam/Dean, 34k. Summary: After Sam's first Hell flashback, he and Dean work a job that means posing as a couple in a planned community. ao3.org/works/261661/ my thoughts: I love that they’re going into this super stable community after something so unsettling as Sam’s hell flashback. And also anything that reminds me of the X-Files episode Arcadia is an instant lovefest from me. That’s this fic and also dragonspell’s (below)

Welcome to Sunrise Acres by dragonspell, Rated NC-17, Sam/Dean, 36k words. Summary: Situated outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Sunrise Acres boasted of being a quiet, affluent gated community with all the latest amenities: a truly better way of living. With a zero percent crime rate, the only real problem according to residents were the coyotes that sometimes slipped the fence and prowled the neighborhood. Of course, that was before residents started disappearing and the dried out corpses starting piling up in the desert. To hunt the creature responsible, Sam and Dean become the newest couple at Sunrise Acres. ao3.org/works/212563 my thoughts: I just love this premise, lol. Exciting casefic too!

Never Said a Word Beneath the Calm by orphan_account, Rated NC-17, Dean/Sam, 71k. Summary: Season 1. A wave of Missing Persons cases at an upscale couples resort catches the Winchesters' attention, prompting them to go undercover to investigate. Dean figures there's no harm in faking a romantic relationship with his little brother as long as it nets them the best service the hotel can offer, but it's a little unsettling how easily the pretending seems to come to him. Especially when Sam's acting has never been quite this good before. ao3.org/works/13423260 my thoughts: This fic was charming as all get-out. I love how playful and relaxed these pretend-gay casefics tend to be. Just like a breath of fresh air sometimes after reading so much heavy taboo darkness in this ship sometimes, you know? Eugara very recently purged their fandom social media/orphaned their works and I miss them deeply 😭 😭 😭 I sincerely hope they’re okay wherever they are ❤️️ ✧ Category: Jared/Jensen ✧ Operation: Mistletoe by dimpleforyourthoughts. Rated NC-17, Jensen/Jared, 40k words. Summary: FBI Agent Jensen Ackles is a damn good agent, but his devil-may-care attitude, gut instinct, and sheer dumb luck have finally run out. With his job and reputation on the line, Jensen is assigned to a new partner: the overzealous and overachieving Agent Jared Padalecki. Their mission: Infiltrate a ring of drug dealers hiding out in Suburbia in the midst of the Holiday season.The only catch? They have to pretend to be head-over-heels in love with each other. ao3.org/works/5553827 my thoughts: Okay, I actually adore Law Enforcement AUs, whether it’s Sam+Dean or Jensen+Jared, just the mystery and thrill of solving crimes together with some actual authority & resources, having a network of coworkers to banter with, etc. is just kind of an amazing atmosphere to get lost in. Also dimpleforyourthoughts is a fantastic author that brings their stories to life so well. This fic is also recommended in my winter holidays fic reclist and my mundane fic reclist

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freddie-weaselbee · 4 years ago

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Real//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, I think that’s it ?

Summary: One small favor. A trade. That was all it was. Mutually beneficial! Until things between Fred and Y/N and their new relationship get a little more complicated and cause too many prying eyes.

Prompts: Fake Dating with dialogue prompts “we could have prevented this!” and “did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Day 3 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge

“I’ve made my list of rules which you will abide by and under no circumstances will be broken. Number 1: this ruse does not leave the shop. I don’t want random people on the street questioning me because you couldn’t keep your huge mouth shut. Number 2: I will allow you to kiss me on the cheek and forehead as often as you like, within reason of course, and you can give me a peck on the lips 3 times in total. I will keep track. And Number 3: Don’t take up the entire bed any more or I will be forced to push you onto the floor. Sound good?”

“Bloody hell, you are crazy aren’t you?”

“Just a little bit.”

Fred was starting to regret his previous decision of making this arrangement with you, but a jingle of his shop bell and glance at who was walking in quickly made those feelings disappear.

“Deal,” he said, eyes not leaving the woman who had just entered. “But we start right now and I want one of those kisses.”

You looked up at your friend, confused at his sudden nerves before you followed his line of sight and understood immediately. You sighed and ruffled your hair a bit, looking for a mirror to fix your makeup. “I’m on it, give me a few minutes.”

Fred nodded, still watching his target walk slowly through the aisles of his store. As she turned a corner you ducked into the back office, waiting for a good time to reemerge.

“Freddie!” A high pitched voice pierced through the ear, equal parts flirtatious and absolutely unbearable. Fred glanced up, pretending not to have noticed the girl before. Putting on a fake smile, he set down the product he was pretending to tinker with and placed his hands on the counter table.

“Brooklyn, hi! How are you?” he asked, hoping his fake politeness would pass as genuine.

“Ugh I am so good. So SO good actually,” she said, twisting a finger through her hair. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you! I’m so glad you received my letter, I was hoping we could catch up, maybe over dinner sometime? I’ve had so many fine young men ask me out over the last few months, but none of them seemed to compare to you, my little Freddie Bear.”

He winced at the nickname, it bringing an onslaught of unwanted memories that he had desperately tried to forget. Brooklyn bit her lip and placed a hand on top of Fred’s, leaning in to accentuate her breasts and make sure Fred got a good whiff of her new perfume.

Very calmly, Fred placed his other hand on top of hers, now sandwiched in between his strong grip. “Brooklyn,” he said, faking sympathy, “you’re a lovely girl, and I’m sure any guy would be lucky to have you, but--”

“Hey, love!”

A voice interrupted Fred’s rejection, making a very surprised Brooklyn become absolutely enraged as she witnessed you come up and place a chaste kiss on Fred’s lips, smiling into him. Fred pulled his hands from Brooklyn’s grip and placed it instead on your hip, pulling you into him and placing another peck on your forehead. You both stared lovingly into each other’s eyes before a harsh cough stole your attention.

“And who is this?” Brooklyn asked, arms crossed angrily. She was glaring daggers at you, not even trying to fake sweetness for Fred’s sake.

Keeping his hand on your waist, Fred turned back to the girl who seemed as though she was about to explode. “That’s what I was trying to tell you Brooklyn,” he said, trying to keep his smile as pitiful as he could without it drawing suspicion. “This is Y/N, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”

You nuzzled into Fred’s chest for half a second before reaching a hand out to Brooklyn. “It’s so nice to meet you! Brooklyn, was it? I don’t think Fred’s ever mentioned you before, are you one of his childhood friends. Cousin, maybe?”

That had done it and you and Fred both knew it. He subtly fist bumped you under the counter as you watched the girl’s face become redder than Fred’s hair.

She opened her mouth before taking a huge breath and stepping back. “No, actually,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’m his ex-girlfriend. I left him to move on to much better things. Speaking of which--” she flipped her hair and smoothed out her skirt, straightening her posture to try to keep what little dignity she had left, “--I actually have a date. With a dragon trainer no less, and a very renowned one.”

“Oh really?” Fred asked. “That’s amazing. My brother, Charlie, is a dragon trainer as well, and he’s very well known in the community. May I ask the name of the lucky young man? Maybe Charlie knows him.”

Caught very off guard, Brooklyn rolled her eyes and turned to face the door. “That’s none of your business. I better be going, before we’re late to dinner at a very nice place, somewhere the likes of you most likely couldn’t afford.”

You felt Fred stiffen next to you and you squeezed his hand gently. “Have a nice time! It was lovely to meet you Bridget.”

“It’s Brooklyn,” she seethed.

“Oh right, silly me,” you said, shaking your head. “Bye!”

As Brooklyn sauntered out of the store, you turned to Fred and whispered seductively, just loud enough for the exiting girl to hear. “How about we have a nice night in tonight? I got something the other day that I’d love for you to see. Maybe after seeing it you’ll make me scream even louder than last night.” Fred’s face began to grow red and he had to discreetly adjust his pants, hoping you didn’t notice exactly what your words were doing to him.

Brooklyn slammed the door and practically ran down the cobbled streets, only screaming when she thought she was far enough away to not be heard. You and Fred both waited a few seconds before cheering and hugging each other, him patting you on the back for a great performance.

“Y/N! That was incredible! I knew I could count on you.”

“Yeah yeah,” you said, “I’m amazing, I know.” You smiled up at him completing the high five he was waiting on. “When you told me you needed help with a crazy ex I didn’t know you meant like actually crazy. She’s insane! How did you put up with her for so long?”

Fred shrugged, jumping up onto the counter. “She was hot and I was horny. Not much else to it.”

You rolled your eyes, jumping up to join him. A few days ago you wouldn’t have been nearly comfortable enough to lounge out on the shop’s counters like you were now, but that was before you were a permanent resident of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Before you and Fred had made the deal.

“You want me to do what?”

“Please, Y/N, it would only be for a little while until this all dies down, I swear!”

You groaned and rubbed your temple, wondering how in the world a friendly visit to your friend’s shop would turn into something with much more commitment.

“You’re telling me that you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? Why on earth would you need that?”

You were pacing around the shop, trying to avoid customers as to not involve them in this very personal conversation. Fred followed you, pleading for you to help him like the great friend you were.

“I told you,” he said, “after The Daily Prophet did that expo on the shop and made me and George out to be rich sexy businessmen, and I mean where’s the lie, all of my crazy exes have been sending me letters and trying to get back with me. I can’t stand it, there’s so many!”

“Yeah, you were never one for long-term relationships, were you?”

Fred hmphed but quickly picked up with his pleading once again. “You don’t understand, Y/N, it’s absolutely unbearable. It’s common knowledge that George and Angie have been going steady for years now, so he’s got pretty much no one after him. But me? I can’t handle it.”

He dramatically threw himself on one of the empty product tables, causing a couple kids to glance in your direction before quickly becoming distracted by one of the exploding jokes across the shop.

“Oh, woe is me, I have too many beautiful women throwing themselves at me, whatever am I to do?” you mocked, earning a nasty glare from your friend.

“I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t of upmost importance,” he said, straightening his tie and assuming a more business-like manner. “Those girls are crazy. Hot, yes, but crazy. And all you have to do is pretend to be dating me for a few weeks, a month at best! What do you say?”

“And what do I get out of this?” you asked. Usually, you’d never say no to helping a friend, especially Fred, but pretending to date him and having him practically use you to make other girls mad? You didn’t like the idea in the slightest. Well, maybe seeing the mad girls would be a bonus. You never cared much for most of the girls Fred went out with.

Fred’s face turned into an upward grin as he rolled his sleeves up and leaned forward. “I was hoping you’d say that. I hear that you’re looking for a place to stay, is that right?”

You nodded hesitantly, having an idea of where he was going.

“Well,” he said, pacing back and forth, “to keep up this charade we’ll need to convince everyone, including George and Angelina. You see, Angie’s friends with Alicia, one of the girls who’s been constantly OWLing me, and if she knew this was fake then she’d blow our cover for sure. Which means…”

You gulped.

“You’d have the pleasure of sharing the loft with me. You’d get a room, shared with me, and a nice living space all rent-free, and all you have to do is act all lovey-dovey and occasionally snog me. That sounds like an offer you can’t refuse.”

Unfortunately, he was right. You were tight on money at the moment and really had no other options. It was a deal you had to make if you wanted to stay afloat, no matter how much annoyance and embarrassment it would cost you.

Sighing, you let your shoulders slump, a sign of defeat. “You do know how to negotiate, don’t you?”

“Well I am a businessman.” Fred stuck out his hand, and with a slow, drawn out motion, you shook it.

It was the 4th night of living with the Weasley twins, or maybe 5th? The nights all seemed to blend together as you’d been having more fun than you had since Hogwarts. George and Angelina didn’t seem surprised at all when you and Fred told them your made up story about how you and Fred started seeing each other. In fact, they both said they always knew it would happen. You and Fred shared a laugh about that in bed that night, before he decided to take up all of the space on the small piece of furniture, prompting you to write your third rule.

Overall, it had been a great experience. Couples game night, movie marathons, gossip sessions with Angelina about you and Fred’s sex life (which you didn’t have to fabricate too much, you already knew too much from the incredible amounts of detail he used to provide about his dates with other girls). It was like being thrown back into a dorm room, and your old teenage self was starting to shine through again.

You stared at yourself in Fred’s bathroom mirror, very proud of how you handled Brooklyn earlier that day. She was one of the few girlfriends of Fred’s you never got to meet, probably because they only dated for a short period of time before she left him for the first rich snob to bat an eye at her. Out of everyone you could think of that he dated, she was by far the worst, which meant the next few days would probably be more difficult. It was easy making that bitch angry with smoke coming from her ears, but you didn’t know how good you’d feel about lying to someone a lot nicer than she was.

After brushing your teeth and donning your pajamas, your Hogwarts house colors of course, you crawled into bed and joined Fred, who was reading one of the novels you had recommended to him. “You like it so far?” you asked.

Fred took off his reading glasses and nodded, setting a bookmark in the book before placing it on his nightstand. “Surprisingly, yes. I didn’t think it would be my thing, but so far it’s actually really good.”

“Told ya,” you said as you laid down beside him. You and Fred were comfortable enough to share a bed with few problems except for his stupid long legs. You’d been friends for years and had grown way too comfortable with each other, so squeezing together each night wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

As you snuggled into the covers, Fred following suit, you mentally went over the schedule for the week.

“How many girls are there again?”

Fred paused for a moment, trying to remember what he had sent to each girl. “A few I was able to ward off via letter, the more sane ones, but there are still two more girls who insisted they pay me a visit. Addison’s coming tomorrow and Alicia the day after that.”

You nodded, although you ducted Fred could see it from his position. “Got it. Addison’s sweet, I liked her.”

Fred scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist as he had started doing while you two slept. It was nothing more than platonic, Fred was just a touchy person. You told yourself he would do this with any semi-attractive girl laying in his bed.

“Yeah, sweet girl all right, until you come home to your entire apartment torn apart cuz she thought you were cheating on her because apparently you ‘took an extra 12 minutes of lunch break and it seemed awfully suspicious.’”

Your body reverberated with a small giggle, remembering how Fred had to crash with you at your old place while he was trying to replace all the furniture she had literally torn up. “That’s right, she’s almost as crazy as I am.”

“Almost.”

You wouldn’t have a hard time lying to Addison, you decided. It was actually kind of fun when you did it with Brooklyn. You could get really creative with this one.

You released a deep breath and closed your eyes, nestling back into Fred as he spooned you, claiming it was the only way he wouldn’t sprawl out and kick you in your sleep, which you knew was a lie. He’d find a way to kick you somehow. The git always did.

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“That was surprisingly better than expected!”

You nodded gleefully, handing Fred a scone and coffee that you had picked up from a nearby bakery. Scaring off Addison had been even more fun than Brooklyn, you and Fred really getting into character and being as lovey dovey as possible. She seemed to take it well, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she triggered the security system tonight trying to break in and destroy the shop.

“And if I’m being honest it was actually kind of fun,” you told him, settling in behind the counter.

You raised your muffin to your mouth to take a bite but Fred’s huge mouth snagged a taste before you could, bending down and taking a chunk out before you could have any. “That’s disgusting,” but you had no disgust lingering in your tone.

“I agree,” he said through mouthfuls of muffin. “It was an excellent way to spend the morning. Bloody hell she would not leave!”

“At least she was nice about it.”

Fred reluctantly agreed before making another move to your muffin, one that this time you anticipated and you swatted his nose with a nearby newspaper. “You have your own, you greedy pig.”

He yanked the paper from your hand, using it as a napkin before the front page caught his eye. He quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it into a nearby waste bin, something you wouldn’t have been suspicious of had he not done it so nervously.

“Fred, what’s in the paper today?”

He shifted to put himself in between you and the wastebin, his tall figure looming over you. “Not important, just more junk that no one cares about.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. “Frederick Weasley you move this instant.” You tried pushing him out of the way but it was like moving an annoying ginger stone wall. Trying another approach, you darted to the left before doubling back and running right, but before you made it two steps he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Fred!”

You wiggled with all your might and finally made it out of his grasp, snatching the paper and unfolding it to read the headline.

Diagon Alley Playboy Finally Settling Down? Or Is Y/N L/N Just Another of Fred Weasley’s One Night Stands?

The color drained from your face and you slowly lowered the paper, reading the front page again and again. Attached was a blurry picture of you and Fred from the day before with you tucked into the side. The buggers at The Daily Prophet must’ve caught it through the store window.

“I’m sorry,” Fred said softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I tried to keep things quiet, but I guess the press always finds a way in.”

You rubbed your temple slowly, trying to ignore the dread in your stomach. After seeing Harry Potter be brutally torn apart by the press for years, the last thing you wanted was rumors about you going around.

"We could have prevented this!” you exclaimed, slamming the paper onto the desk. “This is complete bullshit. We’re not even dating! I swear I’m going to march straight to their office and--”

“Don’t bother,” Fred said, completely exasperated by the constant coverage of his family. “It does absolutely nothing, trust me. As a close relative to a professional Quidditch player, The Chosen One himself, and his two best friends who literally saved the world, we’ve learned that nothing will keep them away. Especially since they pinned me as the player of the Weasley family.”

“But you’re not!” you said, getting angrier by the second. “So your relationships don’t last long, so what? You’re not some womanizing piece of shit that the papers say you are!”

Chuckling, Fred replied. “I know that, and you know that. But the rest of the world wants drama, so if they want to think I have a new girl in my bed every night I’ll let them.” He shrugged. “You get used to it after a while.”

“Well you shouldn’t have to,” you grumbled. “You’re one of the best people I know, and the world should know it too.”

Catching you off guard, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your torso and a head lay on your shoulder. “It’s ok, love, just one more day and then you can stay out of the papers forever, I promise.”

Sighing, you turned to face him and let a small smile shine through. “Thanks. But I still think it’s absolute rubbish what they’re doing to your character.”

“Me too, but at least you know what a charming and caring gentleman I am and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww,” you coed, “you love me don’t you?”

“Shh, don’t let the press hear! It’ll ruin the image they worked so hard to create.”

You hit your head against Fred’s chest. “Only one more day of this. One more to go.”

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“Do you know you talk in your sleep?”

“What?” You were so busy trying to find something to wear that you had barely heard what Fred said.

“Last night, when you fell asleep. You said something funny.” He was sitting on the bed, adjusting his work tie and pulling on his socks and shoes. He looked...confused. Like he was trying to solve a complicated problem and he just couldn’t git the pieces together.

“Oh?” you said, growing nervous. Had you dreamt last night? You were racking your brain, hoping you hadn’t said something embarrassing.

You definitely had a dream, and Fred was there. You were at the shop...and Alicia came in! And…

“You were saying ‘Alicia, no, Fred’s mine not yours, I love Fred,” and umm, other stuff like that.” His face was heating up by the second, as was yours.

��Really?” you said through awkward laughs. “Must’ve been preparing for today, huh?”

Fred said nothing, instead choosing to focus on retying his shoes.

“Well,” you said, finally picking out your outfit, “I’m going to change, I’ll meet you down there later, ok?”

He nodded, still confused, and you rushed to use his bathroom before things could get more awkward.

You decided to take a nice, long shower to cool down, hoping that you could somehow wash away the embarrassment. So maybe you had a slight crush on Fred. Who could blame you? You’d been spending the last week cuddled up with him and spending so much time at the shop, not to mention acting like a couple in front of everyone. Who wouldn’t develop feelings?

But for some weird reason you had a feeling that this wasn’t a recent crush, rather something that’s been lurking right beneath the surface for a while. You groaned, hitting your head against the shower wall. This was not the time for this. You had a job to do, and Alicia would be here in 30 minutes so you had to hurry up.

Scampering down the steps 15 minutes later after using a drying spell and getting dressed, you stopped in your tracks when you saw what was happening across the shop. Alicia was here early.

From the looks of it, she had already made herself comfortable, leaning in to talk to Fred, who wasn’t doing anything to discourage the behavior. Instead, he was leaning in as well, laughing at a joke she just made.

Fury burned inside you as you watched the scene unfold. You knew from the beginning that Alicia would be the hardest ex to deal with. Not only had she been Fred’s longest and most intimate relationship to date, but she was also a really nice person, meaning you had no reason to hate her. But at this moment you did.

Alicia leaned closer, her nose almost touching Fred. What should you do? Did he want your help getting rid of her? Was he still harboring feelings and actually looking to reconnect? You saw him slowly lean in toward her, which you took as a sign to continue with your plan.

You were almost running when you reached Fred, who turned and seemed happy to see you. “Just in time,” he said the Alicia, “Alicia, you remember--”

You cut him off with a kiss, the third kiss you’d promised him. Except this one wasn’t one of the pecks you described on your terms and conditions. You pulled Fred down into one of if not the most passionate kiss you’d ever had, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer to you.

Almost immediately he pulled off of you, looking more bewildered than you had ever seen him. “I…”

“Well that was quite the spectacle.”

You looked over to where Alicia was standing, smirking at the two of you. Contrary to what you had expected, she actually seemed rather calm and actually amused at what she had just seen.

“S-sorry,” you said. Fred tried to say something but he was too dumbstruck to even get a word out. He just stood there, eyes wide and mouth twitching.

“Is this a bad time?” she asked. “I’m supposed to be meeting my fiancé for breakfast later so I can just come back another time if that works for you.”

“Your...fiancé?”

“Yeah!” Alicia beamed as she showed you her left hand, her ring finger adorned with the most beautiful engagement ring you’d ever seen. “Actually, the reason I’m here is because I just asked Fred if he wanted to be in the wedding as a groomsman. Or bridesmaid. Whatever works for him. Thankfully the big oaf said yes before you laid that on him, or else I think I’d be waiting a lot longer for an answer.”

Fred was still as frozen as ever, making you and Alicia chuckle. “Hey, it’s been forever since we’ve caught up, how about you and Fred go on a double date with me and Lee sometime?”

It took you a second to understand why Lee would be there, until it dawned on you. “You’re marrying Lee Jordan?!”

She couldn’t hold back her laughter at this, loving to see your reaction. “That I am! You’re obviously invited, I’m sending invitations out soon. I’ll hope to see you there, and don’t be afraid to reach out, alright?”

“Y-yeah, will do,” you said. Alicia looked up at Fred and then to you and winked, before waving goodbye and leaving the shop.

You refused to make eye contact with Fred, too embarrassed to even begin to talk to him. Maybe you’d just take 5 and take a walk down the street? That would help distract your brain from whatever just happened.

“Real?”

You turned around to the source of the voice, a now more interactive Fred. “What?”

“Real,” he repeated. He shook his head a few times, blinking rapidly. “Sorry, I just mean, that kiss was umm, it was real.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The fact that you had kissed Fred, and an actual kiss at that, was finally hitting you. “Yeah, it was real, I guess.”

He took a step closer, his face assuming the puzzled look from the bedroom earlier. “Was...was what you said real too? From the dream, I mean?”

Now it was you who was frozen, feet stuck to the ground with no way out. What should you say? Confess your feelings and hope for the best? Or deny everything and try to work your way around this mess? You didn’t have time to think nor ration. Just act.

“Yeah. It was real.”

Fred nodded, pursing his lips and shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Cool.” He hesitated. “Would it be super crazy out of the blue if I asked you to maybe go out with me sometime. For real?”

A smile rose to your face, hoping that this wasn’t a joke. Slowly, almost shyly, you nodded. “Yeah, it would be a little crazy. But I’d say yes.”

Fred smiled too, a big toothy grin that only made you smile wider, before pulling you into a side hug. “Good, because you’re a little crazy too, so we’ll match on our date.”

“You’re a big dork,” you said, returning the hug. “What will the paper say when they see you with the same girl? They’ll probably explode!”

“I hope so,” he replied as he gave you a loving squeeze. “What I’m worried about is how we’re supposed to explain to George and Angelina that we’ve been faking this whole time and it’s only now getting real.”

“Eh, that’s a problem for another time. Right now, we’ve got some more pressing matters.” You gestured to the front window where a reporter was holding a huge camera, trying to snap a good picture of the two of you.

“I’ll handle it, grab me the dungbombs.”

“Yes, sir!”

You ran to assist Fred, head rushing with thoughts of first dates and future ones down the road. Of attending Lee and Alicia’s wedding together and getting completely wasted with each other. Of sleeping together each night, holding each other in an embrace that was now true and deep and caring. In a relationship that was now real.

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deity-prompts · 4 years ago

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hi! i was wondering if you could make more enemies to lovers prompts? thank you ~

Hello! I’d be honoured to. (Let me know if you want oneliners too)

Enemies to Lovers Prompts

A and B have been cast as love interests in a play / musical / movie. This would be fine if they didn’t hate each other. Time for them to fall in love but think that they’re just confused because they’re pretending to be in love for the show (and they think that the other person is just pretending to like them for method acting purposes).

A and B both have detention after getting into a fight. They’re in the middle of biting each other’s head off in detention when there’s a power cut. The teacher is gone, it’s pitch black outside, it’s pitch black inside AND they’re the only two people locked in the room. (BONUS: A is afraid of the dark).

A spends most of their time at their best friend C’s house. Problem is, they despise C’s sibling, B. Cue A and B subtly fighting over family dinner, running into each other as they get midnight snacks, being forced to spend time together as they wait for C to get home and B finally asking A why they don’t spend time at their own house.

As a part of a social study, A and B (who, of course, hate each other) are forced to do the 36 Questions that lead to love.

(Building off of 4) To stretch that story out, have A and B ask each other only one question every day for 36 days.

A and B despise each other, but one thing they have in common is their burning hatred for C (who is really nice and likes them both). They pretend to be best friends (or dating) and flaunt their relationship to ‘make C jealous’, when in reality, they can’t remember why they hate C, they just like spending time together.

A and B are coworkers who both get assigned to the night shift. They bond over long, dark, lonely nights and a LOT of coffee.

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Enemies to Lovers prompts and oneliners

Enemies to Lover while Fake Dating prompts and oneliners

Enemies to Lovers high school prompts and oneliners

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bunni-bino · 4 years ago

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Feelings » Roronoa Zoro

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pairing : roronoa Zoro x fem! Reader

Prompt #20 : Person A + B Are Walking Home Late In Winter, Person B Gets Cold and Person A Decides to Keep Them Warm

tropes / specifics : fake relationship , fem! reader

Summary : After an uneventful day of posing as your fake boyfriend, real feelings are revealed as Zoro takes you home.

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“Sorry about.. today..”

The only tension between the two of you was the heavy silence in the air as you both trudged through the field of snow on the pathway to your home.

Zoro, sparing a glance towards you, only sighs and shakes his head. Gingerly bringing a hand up to the back of his neck, he turns away.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Walking together in silence, you let out a breath and look straight ahead. “I definitely didn’t want this to happen.. I didn’t realize how.. overwhelming my family can be..”

Zoro just looks on in silence, waiting for you to continue as he listens.

“They pressure me to find a lover so much, when I’m just fresh into adulthood. How the hell am I supposed to find someone so quick like that?... I’m sorry if you got really uncomfortable tonight.”

You look to Zoro with a sorrowful look in your eyes, offering a weak smile in attempt to lighten the mood.

“I can’t imagine the look on their face when I tell them that we aren’t actually dating, much less even get married.” You exhale, a dejected laugh escaping you. “They’d be so disappointed and perhaps irritated.”

Zoro didn’t respond before he stopped and let out a heavy exhale. “I already said it was fine, dummy.” He breathed out and rubbed his neck under his scarf.

“Still, I—“

Shoving his hand over your mouth, Zoro suddenly gives a sharp look to you.

“Oi, enough already. I don’t give a shit about what happened today and I don’t regret it either, okay? I only did this for you because you needed someone to be your boyfriend and I happened to be free. As your best friend, I wasn’t going to leave you when you’re in need, alright? I’d do anything for you. Stop worrying so much already.”

You blink at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at his words and a pink hue appearing on your already flushed cheeks from the cold.

You averted your eyes and stunned into silence, you instinctively licked his hand that was over your mouth.

Immediately, Zoro recoils his hand away in shock and equal disgust.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

Once he pulled away, you let yourself fall into a fit of giggles as you wiped your mouth, also in attempt to hide your flushed cheeks.

“You wouldn’t let go of me.”

“Seriously?! Just say something or pull away instead!” Zoro scowls, wiping his hand on your jacket to clean off your saliva as you laugh more.

Though his face was still contorted with disgust and just bewilderment at your action, the way your laugh fills his ears in the empty streets makes Zoro relax a bit and his expression softens.

The slightest hint of a smile is seen and he realizes that perhaps now would be the best time to do what he’s been waiting for, for so long.

“Hey.”

You suppress your giggles and sigh gently, turning back to face him with a more relaxed smile on your face. “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Zoro stares at you for a moment before his smile widens and he exhales quietly. “Nothing.. I.. I meant it, you know. I really would do anything for you, even if it meant dying.”

Your laughter ceases as you felt that same feeling in your chest, and a stranger feeling in your stomach, like butterflies dancing around.

You simply laugh it off, turning away and brought your hands to your chest together to warm them. “W-What are you talking about, Zoro? Come on, it’s getting colder so let’s just-“

“Just hear me out, will you?”

His hand grasps onto your wrist to spin you around to face him, his large hand bringing warmth to your small one instantly.

Zoro’s eyes flickers to the plump look of your lips before back up at your eyes.

“What if we were.. actually dating?.. you wouldn’t have to tell your parents that you were lying if you.. weren’t..”

Zoro was met with a blank stare which made his cheeks flush in response.

“I-I mean, after pretending to be your boyfriend for you in front of your parents made me realize something okay? We’ve been friends for over seven years and I figured now would be a better time than never.”

And yet, you continued to stare blankly at him, just stunned and unsure of how to respond.

Zoro gives an annoyed sigh at it and turns away with the click of his tongue, feeling his cheeks flush further in the embarrassment.

He turns his back to you to hide the pained expression his face held, whilst ignoring the loud sound of his heart breaking in his chest.

“You could at least say something back if you’re going to reject my feelings..” and so, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walks forward, only for you to stop him.

“N-No, wait! I-It’s just-“ effectively making him stop and turn back to you, you spoke. “Are you sure you like me? Like? Like me?”

Zoro furrows his brows at your question and turns fully to face you. “Dumbass, what kind of question is that? Do you think I just confess to anyone? Of course I like you, I figured it was obvious now.”

Your cheeks began to warm up as you sheepishly smiled. “R-right, it’s just a little bit of a shock for me.. I mean, I had no idea..”

Your words didn’t seem to make Zoro feel any better as he frowned. “So even fake dating didn’t make you feel anything?”

This time it was your time to be confused at his question. “I said I didn’t know you liked me, I never said I don’t like you.” You corrected, offering a soft smile as you felt it get colder and slowly a bit darker.

You shiver, rubbing your arms with hands and exhale, looking down to hide your soft blush. “I like you.. a lot, Zoro.”

Zoro’s eyes widen just a bit and a soft smile is quick to replace his frown as his own blush began to spread across his cheeks.

“Do you now?”

You roll your eyes playfully and nod. “I do.”

Zoro slowly grins and began taking off his scarf around his neck. He leans towards you and gently wraps the scarf around your neck and secured it so it was nice and warm for you.

Face inches away, his expression softens as he flickers down to your lips once again. He breathes out gently.

“Good.. practice saying that for when you walk down that aisle in a few years.. or maybe less. Your parents wanted us to get married, right?”

The heat rising to your cheeks didn’t seem to fade as you did your best to hide it in Zoro’s scented scarf.

“S-Shut up. Let’s go home.”

Bonus :

You two did end up getting married. Two years later after confessing to each other that night and your parents were more than overjoyed at the news.

Zoro proposed to you in his own way, nothing too extravagant or too simple, but it was sweet nonetheless. A blush mess he was too, but you loved it.

The wedding was held at the temple, since it was a special occasion and everyone you knew was invited. It was a small ceremony but a special one at that.

You would never forget the day, especially when Zoro’s friends came. The blonde one cooked the large cake and catered the meals too, while his other friends, a short brunette, a taller one with a long nose and a small adorable brunette all stuffed their faces with the food.

And you definitely didn’t forget your first time with Zoro either. Sure, you two did have some.. sinful activities before you two wedded, but you agreed to a month of abstinence until you got married which Zoro deeply regretted but it made the first time after marriage worth it.

Congratulations, you and Zoro are now Husband and Wife. :)

A/N : ah Zoro can call me a dumbass and cut me up with his swords any day~ I hope you liked this!! :D

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mochegato · 5 years ago

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Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt. I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

“Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair. Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala. Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded. “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned. “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone. It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well. When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, ‘tolerable’? When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working. He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily. She could already feel herself giving in. Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in. He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes. She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly. Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite... trope

What. The. Fuck. That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat! He was playing her… but only if he liked her. So… he liked her? What!? When did that start!? Why weren’t they already dating!? He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her! Bastard. He needed to stop playing games and act. They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react. He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what. Aww, that was so adorable. Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one. It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.” Finesse. To be fair to her efforts... screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape. Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala. He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless. She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing. No wait. That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now. If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right. “What?” He gurgled out. Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect. He was Red Hood. He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time. He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie. Surely.

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment. He didn’t care, not about this not about her. But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this. She knew he cared. Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask. She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb. He was good at that. Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about. She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think. She treated him like he was brilliant. Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value. She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle. So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES! Right. He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though. He could pull them out again and it might work, but... Fuck it. The direct approach then. Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line. He was still playing games. Fine. He wanted to play games? She could play, too. And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don't know... I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself. He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again. He narrowed her eyes back at her. She was playing with him. She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’. That meant… she was interested too, right? She was interested and flirting with him. A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well. Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling. Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you. If you want a date, you can ask for one.”

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?” He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider. “But…” She paused hesitantly.

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned. This was his life now. He was never going to live this down.

Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time. He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what? You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no. I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice. Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose? We can always switch.”

Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

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@fsketchart @jasonette-july-2k20

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2k20

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peaches-writes · 4 years ago

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how to appease your asian aunties [discontinued]

description: in the immortal words of wine aunts and aunts you’re not even related to but forced to call your aunt at gatherings, ‘do you have a boyfriend?’ member: jisung / han genre: fluff, fake dating au, implied rich kids au, eventual childhood / best friends to lovers au, college au, implied fem reader (but i still used they/them pronouns) general warnings: food, drinking, explicit language, might accidentally become suggestive later who knows

general notes:

previously a guide to social gatherings (changed it bc i can duh)

(that’s not racist i’m literally southeast asian if anything this is my rant outlet)

slow updates!

inspired by a twitter meme & some other stuff lmao

chapters

ch. 1 - christmas

summary: every year, you’re forced to accompany your mom to her college sorority’s reunion party which is very much like your actual family’s christmas parties except with more room for trouble, especially since one of your childhood best friends, han jisung, is also attending.

chapter warning: food, drinking, explicit language, one comment about weight

ch. 2 - new year

summary: to compensate for the trouble your best friend stirred up and to show your respective moms that you are indeed a couple now, jisung tags along to your moms’ new year’s day shopping spree but only then do you encounter more than just people trying to snag up good discount deals.

chapter warning: food, drinking, explicit language

ch. 3 - spring break

summary: you realize, with how well your respective moms are receiving you and your new relationship status, that there are perks to fake dating jisung outside of just being seen together at gatherings. this then naturally prompts you to spend as much time as you can with him.

chapter warning: food

ch. 4 - babysitting

summary: your best friend just wants to hang out with you without having to pretend to be a couple all the time but the arrival of a new guest in his house is an obstacle in such goal. this then prompts him to resort to his worst idea to date with crazy consequences.

warning:

ch. 5

bonus chapter

ch. 6

ch. 7

ch. 8

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icyblast101 · 4 years ago

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16. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” With either roommate au or fake dating please 💗✨✨

Hello! I can! Thanks for the request.

Now, you did not clarify what ship you would like me to write about...

So imma just assume it is for TodoBaku, as this is mainly a tdbk account, but if it is not the ship you meant please let me know :)

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Dialogue prompt: “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

Trope: Fake relationship.

Ship: TodoBaku.

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“Fucking icy hot and his shitty puppy dog eyes.” Bakugou mumbles as he closes the door to his dorm room. Bakugou makes his way over to his bed and nearly breaks his bed with how much force he added as he jumped onto the bed.

Bakugou did not want this in his life, this problem, that is not his for starters. But half n half gave his these disturbingly sweet-looking eyes, and Bakugou caved in.

“I am an idiot,” Bakugou admits to himself. “Now I have to fucking date the son of the number one hero, and it is not even real!” Bakugou flips onto his back, looking at his roof. “I am meant to be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not being in relationships, I did not fucking plan this.”

Bakugou sighs and closes his eyes, today had been a long day, and he just needed a long relaxing sleep.

Todoroki sits back on the couch in the 1A dorm rooms. He was really surprised that Bakugou agreed to his plan. Todoroki expected that after he had explain his idea of pretending to be in a fake relationship to spite his father Bakugou would yell at him and walk off saying ‘it is not my fucking problem nerd’, but instead Bakugou asks a couple of questions like; “Why?” and “Why you choose me?”

In all honesty, Todoroki just wanted to annoy his father. Yes, he and his father were slowly getting back to being somewhat civilized, but lately, Todoroki realised his father has been trying to set him up with a girl, that he was not interested in. The main reason for this was because he was trying to focus on becoming a hero, as well as he did not think he was stable to be in a relationship right now, and also the fact that he was a homosexual.

When Todoroki confronted his father about the girl and his reasonings, his father told him; “Look Shouto, this is most likely a phase, just like your rebellious phase. This girl I am setting you up with will be a good match with your quirk.” Right after heard these words, he knew he had to show his father that this was not a phase.

His plan on Bakugou was pretty obvious in his mind, Bakugou would most likely be down for a challenge. He and Bakugou had been gotten closer since their time spent with each other while trying to gain their hero licenses. They were friends, as much as Bakugou disagreed to that statement. Also, the added bonus that his father would probably not like Bakugou.

Todoroki sat and smiled. He and Bakugou were now dating.

The next day Todoroki and Bakugou met up in Todoroki’s bedroom to sort somethings out.

“Ok, the first thing we need to know is how we got together?” Todoroki asked, stopping the silence.

“Tch, that is easy,” Bakugou said as he lied back on Todoroki’s futon, that Todoroki did not consent to, “I asked you out.” He finishes.

“Ok, but why?”

Bakugou was silent for a second.

“I found you attractive, you are a strong hero and I was not a pussy and asked you out.” Bakugou states like it was obvious.

“Oh, thank you for thinking that Bakugou.”

“It is a lie, dumbass, this is a fake relationship.”

“Oh, yeah,” Todoroki said, a little disappointed, “So, you thought I was attractive and said you were not a pussy and asked me out?”

“Yep,” Bakugou says, popping the P, “Pretty much.”

Todoroki nodded and walked over towards Bakugou, who was still lying on his futon, which he still has not consented to, might he add.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked as Todoroki started lying down next to Bakugou.

“Trying to be closer to you.”

“Why the fuck?”

“So we can get used to it, we need to be able to touch each other in a romantic aspect without being weirded out by it.”

“You saying it like that is weirding me out.” Bakugou says, putting his arms behind his head.

Todoroki faces Bakugou while lying on his side, Bakugou starts right back at him. They start to have a spontaneous starting contest. A silence surrounds them, making this moment more intimate then it needs to be.

Todoroki wins once he puts his arm around Bakugou’s stomach, catching him off-guard.

“What the fuck you doing?”

“Cuddling you.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Why did you ask then?”

Bakugou sighs, “You are a pain, you know that.”

“I have been told by you,” Todoroki says as he turns around to his other side, facing away from Bakugou, “many times.” He adds.

Bakugou snorts, “Didn’t think you were capable of understanding that.”

“I might surprise you, with how much I have learnt over the months of being in UA.”

“Yeah, you only know the things that are popular at the moment from my pain in the ass weeds.”

“You mean your-“ Todoroki gets cut off once he feels Bakugou’s arm hug his waist.

“Say the words ‘friends’ and I will end this agreement.” Bakugou barks, with absolutely no bite.

“We are friends, right?”

“Nope.”

Todoroki just sighs, and start to head off the sleep, with Bakugou hugging his from behind.

Todoroki is abruptly awoken by Bakugou shaking him.

“Wake up dipshit, we gotta go have breakfast.” Bakugou practically yells in Todoroki’s ear.

“One more minute, I wanna sleep.” Todoroki mumbles, it is surprising that Bakugou understands.

“Ugh! Come on, up you get!” Bakugou yells as he starts to pick up Todoroki and fling him over his shoulder. If Todoroki was not awake before, he was now.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki asks as Bakugou opens the door and starts walking down the stairs towards the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you.”

“But why, I wanted to sleep some more.”

Bakugou does not answer as he walks into the kitchen with Todoroki still hung over his shoulders.

He grabs some boiled eggs from the fridge and put some in a bowl and walks to the dining table and sits Todoroki down on the chair carefully. While all this happens, half on the class watch with mouths hung open.

“Eat, dumbass.” Bakugou demands. Todoroki obeys.

“What is happening?” Bakugou hears pink cheeks whisper.

“We are dating is what the fucks happening!” Bakugou announces.

Many of the class gasps, Deku cries.

“K-kacchan and Todoroki?!”

“Who the fuck else?!”

Deku faints.

By the end of the day, everyone in the school knows about the two soon to be hero’s relationship. It even went on the news as ‘UAs first same-sex couple’.

Bakugou had not heard all day from Todoroki, which Bakugou did not care about, because he did not care about the half n half bastard. The only reason as to why Bakugou knocks on Todoroki’s door at 10 pm was only because he needed to make sure he was still alive, so people did not think he killed him, that’s the only reason.

Todoroki opens the door and smiles once he sees Bakugou, which did not make Bakugou blush.

“Hello Bakugou,” Todoroki says as he opens the door to let him in, “What brings you here?”

“Where were you all day?” Bakugou says bluntly.

“Oh, I was here, on a very long call from my father.”

Bakugou was silent for a minute.

“How did it go?”

“Better than I thought, he was actually understanding and says he will try to be fine with it.” Todoroki says with a small smile. Bakugou did not get butterflies in his stomach, and if he did, he killed each and every one of them.

“That’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah, thanks by the way, for doing this. I am glad we got to hang out a bit more than normal.”

“Whatever, does this mean we don’t have to do this anymore right?” Bakugou questions, looking at the ground like it just insulted him.

“Yeah, we can just go back to being friends.” As Todoroki says this Bakugou starts at him, once again going into a spontaneous staring contest.

“You keep saying that we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” Bakugou says without thinking.

Todoroki tills his head. “Huh?”

Bakugou is not a pussy, he does not back down and run away. He fights for what he wants, and right now what he wants is Shouto Fucking Todoroki.

“Fuck you.” Bakugou says as he stomps towards Todoroki.

“Bakugou, what are-“

Todoroki is cut off by Bakugou grabbing his shirt and forcefully pushes their mouths together. Todoroki gasps into the kiss, taken aback by the sudden act from Bakugou. But he does not push away, instead, he leads into the kiss, putting arms around Bakugou’s waist. It was not a gracious kiss, that is for sure, but it was something that needed to happen, it was something to show them that they are more than just rivals, more than just classmates and more than just friends.

Todoroki broke the kiss first, panting.

“So, are we like best friends?”

Bakugou just starts at him, mentally throwing daggers at him.

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I hope this is ok, I did my best in like one night, which I should be studying for exams, but like who wants to do that am I right?

#todobaku #bakutodo #fanfic #todobaku fic #bakutodo fic

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palettes-and-prompts · 4 years ago

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hiii! can i get some spooky halloween prompts? anything goes: supernatural, terror, costume party... thanks!

Sure thing! Normally I would have done these last since I do requests in order but since they’re Halloween themed I decided to do them first just in case I’m not done with the prompts in my inbox by the end of the month or something.

Dialogue Prompts

1) "Hey, I got us invited to a costume party but we've got to bring a live animal for some reason." "Were you invited by someone who sacrifices animals?" "You know, they mentioned something about a sacrifice but I just thought they misspoke and meant to say sack of ice." "Yeah, we're not going to that." 2) "Hey, I accidentally joined a cult again, can you come pick me up?" 3) "Were you making out with Person A?" "It was just heat of the moment!" "We thought we were going to die when you chased us around with that fake chainsaw!" "Does Person B know about this?" "DO NOT TELL THEM." "Oh...I'm gonna." 4) "Grab a shovel, idiot, we've got to raise another person from the dead." "Ugh, again? Didn't we just raise someone else?" "Yeah, and now another person is dead so we have to do it again." 5) "Great. I'm alone. I'm alone in the fucking woods dressed like this. I'm gonna get murdered. I am. I'm gonna get murdered because Person A doesn't know how to follow simple fucking directions. It's great. Perfect, just where I wanted to be." "Are you talking to yourself?" "Jesus fucking Christ! Don't sneak up on me like that. God! Should put a fucking bell on you!" "I've been behind you the whole time." 6) "Sun comes up in two hours, we have to go back home." "I don't want to be a creature of the night like you." "Yeah, well, no one asks to be but you are. And it's either hide or burn." 7) "Hey, my shithead relative's in town so we're taking their things and burying them in the woods, wanna come?" "Wont they notice things are gone?" "Yeah, but they think my house is haunted so it's fine." 8) "Person A?" "What? Did you hear another noise?" "There's someone watching us over there." "Get in the car. Quickly, quickly!" 9) "You absolutely cannot wear that costume." "Why? Cause I look fucking sexy as hell in it while you're dressed like some furry?" "First of all, I'm not dressed like some furry. I'm dressed like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. You know that. And Second of all, it's a Halloween themed birthday party for CHILDREN. No, you can't wear your sexy BDSM catsuit. We're going to celebrate a birthday not get hit on by single mothers/fathers." "Maybe you're going to celebrate a birthday. I'm looking to get some phone numbers." "Change." "God you're a buzzkill. Fine!" 10) "Oh my god, there's the killer!" "You know, they're looking kinda sexy in this lighting." "They've murdered six people." "Maybe I should ask if they're up for destroying my-" "Stop talking!" 11) "Oh no, I sure hope no murderers are out there looking for me, Person A, a sexy and single person who likes long walks on the beach and having a good time with fun, adventurous, sexy singles in my area!" "God. Can you just act like a normal person for five fucking minutes, please? Please? I am literally begging you." "What? I just want to let everyone know I'm not afraid of a little danger!" "People are dead, Person A." 12) "You're holding my hand." "I just don't want to get lost in the woods at night." "You keep squeezing it tighter when you hear a scary noise." "Okay, so I'm scared. What? You going to call me a chicken?" "No. I think it's cute when you hold onto me tighter." 13) "You look like you're going to vomit." "I am, I'm incredibly sick. I was gonna go home, but Person A showed up and they hate me so I swallowed a handful of blood capsules so when I throw up it looks like blood." "Why would you do that?" "Because I hate Person A and want to scare them." "But what if they don't care." "Then they look heartless in front of everyone. Basically a win for me." 14) "How'd swallowing blood capsules go?" "Turns out they're super toxic and I had to go to the hospital immediately. But I did find out that Person A doesn't hate me, they're actually in love with me but didn't know how to express that because they're bad at expressing feelings. So we're dating now." "Jesus Christ, I can't believe that's the story you're going to have to tell your future kids." 15) "Don't panic, but I have a knife in my chest." "You what?" "I fell when I was carving a pumpkin and ended up stabbing myself in the chest with a knife. I'm fine though." "You're not fine, you stabbed yourself." "I'm fine, I'm driving myself to the hospital right now." "You're driving?!?!" 16) "What are you going to be for Halloween, Person A?" "Myself." "That's a horrible costume, it'll never win the contest. Go as a dog." "Sound's like Person A already is!" "Fuck you, Person B!" 17) "Person A got hammered and threw up in a child's Halloween bucket." "That's okay, they said trick or treat. Not everyone can be lucky enough to get a treat. It's about time kids started receiving some tricks." "I'll go give them the rest of the candy bowl and apologize. You keep A here." 18) "HEY! DID YOU FUCKING BUY THESE WAX CUBES THAT SMELL LIKE CANDY CORN?!" "Yeah." "Don't you EVER buy these again. Person A just ate seven before I read the packaging." "Why didn't Person A read the package? They're a grown ass person and it fucking says wax cubes on the front of the package." "They're a dumbass, Person B! You know you can't leave inedible things that smell like foods around them. Remember what happened with the scented erasers?" "Yeah, that was a weird hospital visit." 19) "Why would you want to go on a hay ride when you can ride me right now?" "Never been disappointed on a fucking hay ride." 20) "Switch costumes with me. Person A and I accidentally ended up matching and if they notice and point it out to everyone and call us twins I might end up killing someone." "Person B, is that you?" "Oh fuck me..." "Person B!" "I have to go, distract them so I can get away!"

Regular Prompts

1) A and B are invited to a party thrown by someone they work with, Person C, but don't know them that well. They get there early and it's just them and Person C tells them to help themselves to food while they fix something outside. A opens the freezer and panics when they find a severed head. It looks real and A and B decide they need to leave. Just as they're about to leave the power goes out. 2) A's in an unhappy relationship with Person B. Instead of going to a party with their friends like A wants to do B insists they play with the new ouja board they got. A doesn't want to but B complains until A gives in. They accidentally summon a demon and while B leaves them behind, the demon, Person C, insists that B was a piece of shit anyway. A and C form an unlikely friendship and when A finds a way to bring C into their world permanentally the two decide to live together and C helps A get out of their relationship. The two then get together after getting to know each other and A discovers dating demons is way better than humans. 3) A and B are close friends who almost kiss but then it's interrupted when vampires show up and start terrorizing the town. The two begin a hunting spree with a few friends to take down all the vampires and the experience makes their friendship stronger and the two share a first kiss after they take down the last vampire together. 4) A and B are at C's house for a party, someone they've known their whole life. They realize halfway through the party that the locked basement they've never been in is unlocked. They decide to go down to see what's down there but immediately regret it when they turn the light on and find C surrounded by bodies and their hands and mouth covered in blood as they tell both of them they can explain everything. 5) A group of friends sneak into the park during Halloween even though it's closed and discover that the public bathroom has a body and the whole place is covered in blood. They decide to leave and call someone but they don't get a signal and now five people in dark cloaks are chasing them with knives. 6) A and B are known for being unscareable since nothing's ever made them scream out of fear. Their friends try to scare them throughout the whole day but they're unable to. The go to visit A's grandparents in the nursing home after A's parents insist. But when they go there they walk into the wrong room and find two old people doing it and A and B, along with the rest of their friends, scream in horror before closing the door. Unable to look at another old person they visit A's grandparents, but don't make eye contact and none of the friends make fun of them for it. They all just go trick-or-treating and agree to never speak of it again. They all forget about it until the next Halloween when they're sitting around watching TV and A's parents walk in telling A to go visit their grandparents. The group of friends simultaneously scream NO in horror and the story ends with them all shuddering at the memory. 7) A is unscareable so their friends hire someone to fake a news broadcast and pretend to be a murderer loose in their area. A isn't scared but when the fake murderer walks by and A sees them through the windows they all pretend not to believe A because A's a known prankster. A sees them more and more around the house with a knife but it isn't until A turns around and the pretend murderer is right behind them in the house that they scream. Everyone either records it or takes pictures before admitting to A it's just a prank. (Bonus if A already knew about the prank and hired the fake murderer to pretend to be murdered by someone A knows who actually just got out of prison. No one gets hurt but A definitely gets back at the others for trying to scare them.) 8) A group of friends find a giant pumpkin in the woods and when they find it has a door only Person A is brave enough to go inside. The door closes behind them and disappears and when someone comes towards the pumpkin they don't know they explain their friend is stuck inside. The person explains that the pumpkin is actually a carnivorous plant that digests the people who walk in on Halloween and that it can eat twenty people at a time. Before they can get worried or call someone Person A bursts out the side of the pumpkin carrying two kids and telling the others to come help the rest of the people inside. The others are still shaken from being inside but A tells the others they're going to need a chainsaw and a truck. A ends up saving more people and making sure it's empty before the friends help them make pumpkin pies for the entire town. A ends up getting a first place ribbon at a pie contest they didn't enter and the friends are hailed as town heroes. 9) A group of friends go camping and ask Person A and Person B to go find Person C, who's near the road and doesn't know where everyone else is. The two hate each other and end up getting into a heated argument where they end up wandering around and getting lost. Unable to get a signal on their phones or figure out how to use a compass they end up getting more lost and end up seeing someone watching them. The two are terrified and run away. The stranger chases after them and soon more people pop out of nowhere, terrifying them as they run around. When they finally see a light they run towards it and find out they walked all the way across town where the community had set up a haunted house in the woods for people to walk into. The two end up hating each other less but agree they're never going camping again. They end up getting a cab and just decide to get Person A's car and go to a restaurant for food. 10) Person A and B are dating when Person A gets their head stuck in a fake pumpkin and B has to call the fire department. A laughs at their situation and B just stands by, completely embarrassed by their significant other.

#prompts #writing prompts #write #halloween prompts #spooky prompts #mentions of death #writer #mention of blood #dialogue prompts #mention of vomit #writing #mention of knives #lightly nasty #tell me if i need to tag anything else

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jaydicksummerexchange · 4 years ago

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TODAY IS THE DAY!

We have reached 118 Exchange works for 2020! Thank you, thank you to all our fabulous artists and writers who tapped that creative well and let JayDick rain down upon us. And thank you to everyone who has clicked on the link and left kudos and comments for our participants. They worked, so, so hard y’all!

We’ll reveal all of our participants tomorrow, September 5, so get your score cards ready and see how many of your guesses were right!

Here are today’s releases!

A Kiss and a Kingdom by anonymous for TheWayneManner [Fic, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/ Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fae, Fae & Fairies, Fae!Dick, Shade!Jason, Alternate Universe - Magic, Prince!Dick, Assassination Attempt(s), Diplomacy

Summary: The Fae Kingdom must work together to help their human brethren when a border conflict arises. Fae Prince Dick Grayson chooses Knight Jason Todd to be a human representative for the negotiations because something about Jason draws him in. Little does he know, he and Jason are spinning a spiderweb around themselves filled with romance, intrigue, and enemies.

The Blud is no Haven by anonymous for Fancy_Dragonqueen [ART, Mature, No Warnings Apply, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mafia Dick Grayson, Mob Boss Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Not Nightwing, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Hooker Jason Todd, Fanart

Summary: Dick Grayson is a policeman. Dick Grayson is a community hero. Dick Grayson has never, in fact, been on the right side of the law.

That one Mafia AU where Dick is Bludhaven's biggest mob boss and Jason is his right-hand (in more ways than one).

Gotham City Pride by anonymous for epistemology [ART, General Audiences, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Digital Art, Fanart, Pride Parades, Asexual Character, Pansexual Character, Is this an AU? Who knows., JayDick Summer Exchange

Summary: ♫ Just two boys, hugging during pride month 'cause they're both gay. ♫

My Thoughts on You by anonymous for Morimaitar [FIC, Teen, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Secret Crush, Fluff and Angst, Getting Together, First Dates, First Kiss, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Alternate Universe - College/University

Summary: Left alone for the holidays, grumpy and a bit sad, all Dick Grayson wanted was to get a hot drink from his favourite coffee shop near campus. But little did he know that his life would take a much-needed turn when Jason Todd, his longtime crush, starts working as a barista there.

lit the fuse and missed the candle (i love you and despise you) by anonymous for Airdanteine [Fic, Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dick Grayson is Catlad | Stray, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Love/Hate, Love to hate to love, Hate SexAvoiding Sex Scenes with Violence and Intimacy Issues Is My Kink, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Past Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Past Dick Grayson/Rose Wilson, Past Dick Grayson/Harley Quinn, Jealous Jason Todd, Slut Shaming

Summary: “You are nothing,” Stray hisses, slashing Jason’s face with his unoccupied hand.

Jason lets him, smiling as the blood drips down his cheek.

“Oh baby,” he says, all low timbre and heat, “I’m everything to you.”

Spyral Teens by anonymous for ZeroMonster [ART, Gen, No Warnings, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: young spies, Brothers, Big Brother Dick, Little Wing - Freeform, Little Brother Jason, Spyral (DCU), AU, Dick Grayson is Agent 37, Batfamily (DCU), Jason in the 1st Dick's outfit for Spyral, sidekick's sidekick

Summary: They are spies. Little spies. Meet Grayson-Lad and Kid Todd!

We Might Fall by anonymous for empires [FIC, Mature, No Warnings, Dick Grayson/ Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Batman Beyond - Freeform, Angst, Difficult Decisions, Retirement, Confessions, Non-Explicit Sex, Post-Break Up, Moving On, Developing Relationship, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, how to tag

Summary: Dick and Jason are together but they're not. They love each other but they won't ever admit it. There's too much history. Too much pain. Ideals that could never match. Choices that could only end with them hating one another. But as Jason makes a life-changing decision, Dick is forced to look back on his own life, the events that led him to become who he is today. He is forced to finally look at Jason in a whole new light.

Once Upon a Time.... by anonymous for naol [ART, Teen, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Digital Art, Little Red Riding Hood AU, Kemonomimi

Summary: "What pretty eyes you have.”, This was a fic prompt but a Red Riding Hood AU was too cute not to draw as a treat <3

will i change for good? by Anonymous for 3isme and TheWayneManner [Mature, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fae, Curses, Curse Breaking, Beastmen - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, mysterious magical stranger dick grayson, jason todd is not a changeling, Dick Grayson is a Talon

Summary:

PROMPT 3 for 3isme - Jason runs from the villagers that have hated him his whole life. They think he's a changeling. A child of the fae swapped with a human baby during infancy. He's not. Despite all the odd things that make him different from the others, he knows he's not. But They don't, and they will kill him if

PROMPT 1 for TheWayneManner - A Dark!Au of some sort. Horror and/or gothic elements. Heavy angst. Eerie vibes. NO Rape NO Underage.

Ideas: DarkFae!Dick, Mobster AU, Demon/Angel AU, Siren!Dick AU, Gothic/Horror AU, Dystopian AU, Vampire AU, Prostitute AU, Prison AU, Asylum AU... Really anything that has a dark twist to it, the boys struggling with their inner demons. BONUS: It would be awesome if the fic contained an element of forbidden love with it. Boys against the world kind of vibe.

Ambiguous or sad ending is welcome.

Favored to Win by anonymous for Fancy_Dragonqueen [Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Knifeplay, Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe - Mob, Bottom Jason Todd, Top Dick Grayson, Begging

Summary: When Jason agreed to throw fights or the mob, he was not expecting this. Jason had definitely Not had 'ass in the air, face on the floor' on tonight's bingo card. But he's not exactly complaining either...

All Washed Out by anonymous for stribirdf (timidGoddes)[FIC, Mature, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Battle for the Cowl, Batkids Age Reversal, Angst and Feels, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Difficult Decisions, Confessions, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Jason Todd, True Mates,

Summary: Batman is dead. He is dead and everything is about to change. Still grieving for his father, Jason Todd, his son and first sidekick, has no choice but to take up the mantle his alpha left behind, continuing the legacy so that the streets of Gotham are always safe. Estranged from the family, Dick Grayson, the son who died, the son who came back all wrong, has decisions to make, ones that could change everything forever. A fire has been struck, one that is bound to spread and no one can

False Alarm by anonymous for Nottak [Teen, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Married LifeSome Humorno capes AU

Summary: One day in the life of Jason Todd, former crime boss, current house husband.

Hush Hush (Don’t Give It Away) by anonymous for solomonara [Mature, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Writer's Block, Author Jason Todd, Secret Identity, Secret Crush, Awkwardness, Walking In On Someone, Realization, Love Confessions

Summary: ‘He was a skater boi. He said 'I'll write a fic for your later boi.'

In which, Dick Grayson really loves reading romantic stories written by a best-selling author who just turns out to be Jason Todd. Awkwardness ensues.

There are a hundred reasons why I'll run (but for you I'll stay) by anonymous for Hedgebelle (Ahaanzel) [Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Light Angst, First Meetings, Love at First Sight, First Kiss, Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Happy Ending

Summary: Jason, the god of the underworld, cannot stand the Olympians who constantly keep making bets about his love life. His only desire is to stay away from everyone and mind his own business. That is, until, one day, Dick walks into his life.

a keeper of secrets for me by Anonymous for anoncitomikolino [Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dimension Travel, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, intersex omega, Alpha Jason Todd, Omega Dick Grayson, in this universe….

Summary: You can have all your dreams if you really believe in something that's true

The Bees - Listening Man

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