#columbia doesn't count as human

[paracosmic-murdock]

i loved the present and i love you ;; matt murdock x fem!reader

pairing: matt murdock x afab!reader

summary: your birthday isn't your favorite holiday. damn, you don't even celebrate it properly and you weren't precisely looking forward to it. however, this year you have Matt and he won't let it go unnoticed. at least you will notice.

disclaimer: this is a os from a fanfiction with multiple chapters. there's no need to read the entire fic (i wouldn't complain if you do;)), but there's a couple things you should know (no spoilers / minor spoilers):

▪︎ matt and reader met in columbia, this is a (past) academic rivals to lovers fic. ▪︎ reader is peter parker's adopted sister ▪︎ reader doesn't know about matt being daredevil (yet)

warnings/tags: shameless smut (minors dni), oral sex (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, established relationship, mention of past injuries, sad origin story (r), mention of ben parker's death, hating birthdays, but not so much anymore

word count: 2.5K

from: your forever is all that i need on ao3 - discontinued

✰ mila's paracosm (main masterlist)

The last time you happily celebrated your birthday was before your and Peter's parents died.

Your first birthday after that was spent crying in your bedroom while May and Ben tried to make you leave your room. They tried so hard, and you knew it, but there was no ounce of strength in you that could help you cross that door.

Eventually, everyone stopped trying.

You felt guilty. Ungrateful. Like the worst human on Earth. But birthdays celebrate life and you felt like you didn't have a pinch of it inside you.

However, you let Ben talk to you in this fatherly way you had missed. You would know about it because you'd had two fathers by then, and even though Ben never had children of his own, you felt like you had had three.

Ben said it was okay if you didn't want to celebrate your birthday. He said it was okay to mourn however wanted. He said it was okay to miss everyone you had lost. And he meant it, you knew.

So, for years, you and May used to bake birthday cake from the box, Ben and Peter would buy balloons and candies and it was just the four of you. That, until Ben passed away.

That's when you stopped celebrating your birthday for good, and every person who got into your life and stuck long enough to get to your birthday knew you didn't like it.

You got birthday gifts, though, and didn't really hate the thought of someone caring about you enough that would get you a present.

Still, here we are.

"Is it Y/N's birthday today?"

Peter looked at Matt. "What? Nope."

"When is it, then?" Matt frowned, catching Peter's heart jumping suddenly.

"When our parents adopted her it didn't say." he lied, expecting Matt to let it go. "Why the question?"

"I overheard her talking on the phone with someone. Said someone sent her a basket full of all her favorite candies, a gorgeous necklace, and wished her a happy birthday. She said thank you." Matt explained. "I was thinking about it and realized that we never threw her a birthday party at college, and she was great friends with the guy that hosted the best parties."

Peter shook his head. "Fine. It is her birthday, but don't talk about it. Pretend today is any normal day and we'll all be just fine."

"Why? I would really like to take her out for dinner and get her something nice." he questioned. Peter sighed.

"She was big on birthdays when she was little, but after everything that happened, she started hating them. The last of her birthdays we celebrated was before Uncle Ben died." Peter replied. "May and I always give her cute presents, she says thank you and the day goes on as if nothing had happened."

"So now I will just know it's her birthday and do nothing about it?"

"Exactly." Peter nodded. "It's for the best if you don't wanna upset her."

"But someone already gave her something and she didn't seem that mad."

"It was probably Louis or Donna. At the office, the inner circle knows. The first time they threw her a big party and she got sick right there. Y/N then told them the truth. From that moment on, they send her a gift saying nothing else, she calls them to thank them, and if she brings it up or it feels fine, they wish her a happy birthday," he told Matt. "There's only one other person who knows about it, but nothing to worry about."

Matt clicked his tongue. "It was another person."

"Please, don't do anything. She probably doesn't want to deal with that today." Peter pleaded after a long silence.

"It's fine, I won't." Matt agreed. "Are the two of you doing something today for her?"

"Nope," Peter replied. "I'm going to put on the suit and May has reading club at Mrs. Irwin's place."

"She is going to be home alone on her birthday?"

"Not really, she'll eat a bunch of candies and watch rom-coms." Peter sighed. "That's how she likes to spend her birthdays, there's really nothing wrong about it. Don't feel like you have to do something."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, there." You smiled, not that Matt could find out from the other line or anything. "How are you?"

"I'm great now that I hear your voice," Matt replied. "Miss you. You should come over."

You hummed. "We had lunch together."

"Still miss you."

"Now?" you questioned, feeling lazy because you were watching 13 going on 30 and eating chocolates and were comfortable in Matt's t-shirt you stole and pajama shorts.

"Nope, is it fine in 5 minutes?"

"How about if you come? You can join me in bed and we can cuddle, but no sex because I showered early and I don't wanna shower again."

Matt chuckled. "I don't mind if you haven't showered."

"I love it that you miss me and everything, but is something else happening?" you asked, having your own theory in mind but not wanting to test your luck. "Like, what's the occasion?"

"Well, you came over two days ago unannounced with no occasion… I thought that missing you would be enough."

"I had an occasion, I wanted sex."

"You don't want sex now?"

"I won't complain at all, but I don't wanna leave home."

Matt laughed. "But we'd have privacy here."

"Peter is staying over at Ned's and May is out on a date with someone she hasn't told me and Peter about. Don't tell Peter, though. He thinks she's at her reading club at our neighbor's."

"Okay… See you in an hour."

"See you."

"Why won't May tell you and Peter about her date?"

You snorted. "Because we were teasing her too much about it the last time. In our defense, it was Happy."

"What was happy?"

"Happy is a human male. He works for Stark. He's his driver but they're like best friends of some sort."

"His name is Happy?"

"I don't know, that's what we call him."

"And why would you annoy May because of Happy?"

"It was so weird, I'm telling you." You widened your eyes. "They're like oil and water… But he's nice."

Matt laughed. "If you say so."

You snuggled onto him and smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"You don't have anything to thank me for."

Nowadays, seeing Matt in anything other than his work suits was rare to say the least, so having him by your side in just a t-shirt and sweats as if he was going to work out was a miracle.

Your fingers started softly tracing the silhouette of his body, the tip of your fingers wandering delicately, causing goosebumps on his skin. You chuckled. "You like that?"

"What?" he asked, playing pretend. "Don't know what you mean."

You scoffed as your fingers went to his face. "You don't know? Let's see."

Then you went to his torso, going lower until you reached the hem of his t-shirt. You lifted it slightly, making him lightly whimper.

"Oh…" you muttered as your index finger ran into a prominent scar. Its length was about three quarters the one of your finger and its relief was higher than any scar you had seen before. "Is this…?"

Matt flinched as he noticed the direction you were going. "It's- uhm… really old."

Thanks to the darkness of your room and the only lightning that allowed you to barely see were the moon and the streetlights, you didn't notice that the scar was still pinkish and that he was lying. "How did you get it?"

"I was…" Matt sighed. A made up story he had built in case anyone ever saw the scars and he couldn't explain the truth to them came to his mind. He knew you deserved better than that. "lightly stabbed."

You gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, I… was trying to be the hero and got stabbed. You wouldn't want to see the other guy, though." he replied, making you laugh because you were convinced he was joking. "I didn't either but from what I heard it wasn't that cool for him."

"I wanna keep that version in my mind, so I'm allowing it."

Matt smiled and gave you a kiss. His hands touched the bare skin of your arms in a seductive kinda way. "How about we leave this one on and make this night a good one for my pretty girl, huh?"

Now you have goosebumps.

He lifted your t-shirt, drawing tender circles on your skin and delighting himself with how perfect it felt. His fingers met with your bralette, the lace fabric making him think that maybe you weren't really discarding the possibility of sex. He was completely right, and he would not fuck that up because now he had you right there for him. And he wanted you.

As a result of this growing desire, Matt slipped into the bra, stumbling with your sideboob and tracing its outline until he reached the valley between your breasts. Then, he went to your hardening nipple and circled it.

You gasped almost mutely. "I haven't showered since early in the morning, so maybe you should stop doing this to me? You know, because it-"

Matt shook his head, kissing your temple. "I don't care, sweetheart… If you don't want to, I'll stop, but don't think for a moment that I could-"

"Find me dirty? Because I am."

"You smell like you. This perfume of yours I love, although fading a little… You washed your hair this morning, so you smell like the same shampoo you've used since college. Your fingers smell like chocolate and your lips taste like chocolate and I'm certain you've eaten more in the past hour than what a human being should ingest in a week. Always the biggest sweet tooth I know. I'm not gonna lie, you've sweat today, as have I. As has everyone else on Earth. I don't care. You're perfect."

That motherfucker is going to be the death of you… Fucking man, how much you love him.

And that argument of his? Feeling that cherished, plus his caresses, plus his subtle kisses on your cheek and neck, plus everything that he makes you feel? It was a major turn on.

"Oh, there it is…" he noted in a loud moan. Matt's hand left your breasts and went south, feeling the matching lace fabric interrupt his path to your sex. "You smell so good, and you taste even better… Can- can I? Can I, sweetheart?"

You nodded impatiently, and he was even less.

As soon as he felt the motion beside him, the air shifting, he went full in.

You flinched at the sudden contact with his cold fingers, and he groaned at the sensation of your arousal meeting his eager digits… The mere reminder of how long your scent lasts on him was enough to make him hard.

Matt used his other hand to manhandle you until your back was against his front.

His fingers worked you up until you were wet enough for his finger to slide into you with such ease. "You're perfect," he muttered, his fingers following a steady rhythm of ins and outs you eagerly matched as his hips grinded urgently against your ass. "My perfect girl…, you feel so good."

"So do you," you said, your arms holding onto his strong biceps. "God, yes… Just like that, yes…"

Matt's middle finger left you empty, but then did his comeback along with his ring finger as the palm of his hand gave you that intermittent friction your clit begged for.

With endless moans escaping from your parted lips and the most desperate breathing leaving your exploited lungs indicating Matt you needed a release, as the loyal devotee of you that Matt is, he obeyed your body's wishes as if it was a command. For him it was.

And he never stopped grinding, and he came.

And you followed.

As soon as he made sure you were done, his hand abandoned your aching core and went right to his mouth, where he licked it clean.

"So good…" he whispered in bliss. Then, Matt undressed you. You let him. "My pretty girl's taste is perfect."

His mouth didn't waste any time and searched your cunt. Matt drank every residue of your arousal on its surroundings and then buried his tongue inside you.

His tongue went up and down your slit trying to collect every drop he could get, and then he swirled it on your sensitive, needy clit with the purpose of creating more and more. He was eating you out faster than you could register and it felt so goddamn good.

As if he was just told that this would be his last meal in a long time and he is only trying to eat as much as he can so the fullness lasts longer.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. "It- it feels so good."

"Does it?" Matt moaned into you. "I'm glad… You taste way better."

A desperate gasp escaped from your lips as your orgasm felt closer and closer. "Please, don't stop."

You could swear you felt his smile down there. "I won't…"

So he didn't. His tongue only focused more on what he had learned you liked.

Your thighs held him in place and he felt lightheaded, but didn't care. Matt's hands gripped your hips and held on for dear life so you wouldn't move too far from his sinfully skilled mouth.

With distressed moans and more urgent movements and a coat of sweat and curled toes and arched back and his name on your lips like a spell, you announced how close you were.

And then that filthy explosion of sensations took over you ever so harshly that it took you a while to stop the loud whines that made sure to let many of your neighbors know that the man that entered your home a few hours ago gave you quite the session.

Everyone knows that his name is Matt and that he made you feel so good.

Neither one of you was ashamed of it, especially not Matt. He would gladly do it all night long so no one forgets who you belong to and who satisfies you that well.

He kissed you and as many times before, you tasted yourself in him.

"I gotta tell you something about today."

Matt nodded. "Peter told me."

"You aren't mad because I didn't tell you?"

"Do you think I would've done that if I were mad?" he questioned, and he could feel your incredulous glance. "Yeah, I have… Forget about that one," Matt smiled. "I'm not mad, I don't have any right to be… Peter explained everything and I understand that. Maybe someday you'll want to celebrate it and I'll be right here, alright? Meanwhile I can give you a gift like this one every year."

You snorted. "You'll just use any excuse to do that at this point."

"Oh, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." he mused. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Love you."

"Thanks. I loved the present and I love you."

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x fem!reader #charlie cox #matt murdock smut

[sixminutestoriesblog]

new years traditions around the world

Humans like their superstitions. The world is so random and abstract and there is so much that we can't, no matter how hard we try, control. And yet, its human nature not to be content to let 'Fate' decide our - well - fate. Some of our oldest stories are about heroes doing exactly that, trying to avoid what life has set down for them. Often they don't succeed but it doesn't stop the next hero's story from trying.

And - every now and then, some hero, somewhere, does win.

What better time to try to set the record straight, determine the future and ward away disasters than as the clock turns over and gives us an entirely new year? So, today, let's talk about New Year's Eve superstitions and see just how many we're willing to do, not because we believe them but because, deep down, we figure why not?

Do you want to travel in the upcoming year? In Columbia, they walk, or run, around the block carrying empty suitcases to call it into the new year.

Hoping for a baby in the new year? In Greece, hang a bundle of onions over your front door. Not only will this up your chances of fertility, but onions encourage good luck too.

Want to make sure there are no evil spirits in your house? In Ireland they use their leftover Christmas bread to bang on the house walls to drive any lingering mischief out. In Puerto Rico, they dump a bucket of water out the window to wash evil spirits away. In Japan, Buddhist temples ring their bells 108 times before midnight, each toll driving away a specific vice or sin so that the new year can start clean. Fireworks can drive off evil spirits too. According to the historic Chinese, the loud sounds scare them off.

Want some predictions for the new year? In the Czech Republic, they cut apples in half. If the apple's core looks like a star than next year everyone will meet again, happy and healthy. If it's a cross, someone will soon be very ill. In Columbia, they place three potatoes under the bed, one peeled, on half peeled and the other left alone. At midnight, grab one. If its unpeeled, you will have financial woes. Still in its skin? A year of prosperity. And half and half is - well, half and half. In Ireland, hiding mistletoe under your pillow will let you dream of your future spouse.

Had a bad year you can't wait to see go? Open your doors and windows on new year's eve to let the old year out and the new year in (I suspect this is easier for people living in warmer climes). In Ecuador, they build paper effigies of the bad, usually politicians, and set it on fire! Bonus good luck if you can jump over that fire twelve times. In Japan, they clean their house to wash away the old year and have it fresh and ready for a brand new year.

Looking for a long, healthy life? In Japan, they eat soba, noodles that are as long as the life the consumers want to have.

Aiming for prosperity? In Turkey, they smash pomegranates on their doorstep. The more pieces and the bigger the mess, the better. In the Southern US, you need to get yourself a meal of Hoppin John. Round shapes resemble coins so in the Philippines you want to eat twelve round fruits at midnight. Don't count on the fruit alone though, in the Philippines its also good luck to wear polka dots the last day of the year.

Have a wish you want to come true? In Singapore, they float wishing spheres, giant floating balls people write their wishes on, in the Singapore River. In Russia they write the wish on a piece of paper, burn it and then drink the ashes down in a glass of champagne. In Brazil, jump over seven ocean waves - you get a wish for each one.

Do you just want general good luck? There's a lot of traditions for that. Eat fish - they only swim forward and so will carry you forward into the new year. In Denmark, get your dishes and go break them on your friends' and family's doorstep. The more broken pieces, the more the luck. In Spain, they eat twelve grapes as the clock strikes midnight for good luck but make sure you pay attention to what you're doing and finish by the end of the chimes or you get the opposite in the upcoming year. In Denmark, stand on a chair and 'leap' into the new year as the clock strikes midnight for good luck. Farmers should wish all their livestock a good new year first thing in the morning. Several countries hide a coin or an almond in the new years eve's dessert and whoever finds it will have good luck in the new year. In New York, they sell candy peppermint pigs that come with their own hammers. Smash the pig, eat the candy and get luck in the new year - and help burn off some holiday stress. In Armenia, the first batch of bread baked on the new year bakes in the luck for the rest of the year's cooking. In Turkey, as the clock strikes midnight, sprinkle salt on your doorstep for good luck. In Japan, waking up early to watch the first sunrise of the new year is supposed to bring good luck. In Romania, they toss a coin into a river on new year's eve.

And finally - don't forget to dress for the occasion! In Brazil, they wear white on new year's eve to bring in a year full of peace. You can still be racy though. Apparently the color of your underwear makes a difference.

White – peace and harmony

Silver – innovation

Blue – serenity and friendship

Green – good health and hope

Red – passion

Yellow/gold – money and happiness

Pink – romance and love

Purple – spiritual connection

Orange – creativity

Black – independence

So there you have it.

Happy New Year!

#superstition #new year #new years eve #good luck #going to get this out a day early #so it will be timely #happy new year everyone!

[khalixascorner]

So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #khalixa writes #Dom/sub dynamics #mental health issues Peter #unhealthy dependency to fix it #to write or not to write

[mandomover]

The Rookie

Chapter Nineteen - The Questioning

Noonan tries to get answers from you. And Murphy stirs the pot while you try and make sense of your life and feelings.

Warnings: swearing, smoking

Words: 4200ish

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A/n: Okayyyyyy I’m sorry, it’s been months. In my defence, I’ve been growing a tiny human and I work 12hours then sleep the other 12 before I do it all again so forgive me. I’ll try to be better I swear. But enjoy fwends! Comments and reblogs and asks and messages are always appreciated 😘🙏🏼

You sigh as you tap your pen against the wood top of the desk, throwing it down and leaning back in your chair.

"I'm bored."

Javi smirks but doesn't look up from his hunched over position over his satellite map of some of the comunas.

“Count yourself lucky that we’re allowed to do this.”

You huff audibly and rock in your chair, causing it to squeak, the sound bouncing off the walls irritatingly.

You can see a vein pulse on Javi’s neck and you grin, childishly pushing him to see how far he will go before he breaks. You change your pace of rocking so the squeak changes with it and the vein continues to pulse.

“Wanna get lunch?” you ask a minute later as your stomach growls loudly.

“No,” he snaps, slamming a fist on the map. You stop moving, watching him with a wary smile.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, finally looking up and grinning himself when he notices your sly grin too. He throws a pen at you, catching on to your antics and you catch it deftly and throw it back at him. He side steps it and it clatters against the wall as he barks, “you have terrible aim for an agent.”

You shrug and resume your squeaky rocking, eliciting a roll of Javi’s eyes as he picks up the pen and turns back to pore over the map.

“Gimmie ten minutes to track this path then we’ll go grab something, alright?”

“Deal.”

You watch him plotting as you ponder the past week and how much has changed, without anything really changing at all.

It has been eight days since Natalie and her friend were killed by Escobar’s sicarios, and while trying to stay far away from it to save your own necks, you learnt through others in the office that their deaths had been written off as ‘gang-related’ leaving you in the clear. It was a quick hush hush because Escobar had decided to kidnap members of influential families in the hopes that he would use the hostages as leverage, including the former president's daughter Diana, to encourage negotiations. It was non-stop and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for what happened to Natalie, but no good would or could come from you owning up to going against the ambassador's wishes and involving yourself in something you had no right to involve yourself in. Javi had talked you out of owning up, convincing you worse would happen if you did and nobody needed the hassle right now. Especially if Murphy was dragged into things.

Murphy hadn’t returned to work, citing parental leave after Connie had ‘bonded with a patient who happened to be an orphaned baby and needed an urgent foster placement.’ They were trying to adopt her legally using their good standing within government circles.

Murphy was due to have come in for a meeting this morning with Noonan, but you hadn’t heard how it went, and although you had an inkling what it could be about, until you were told otherwise, you wouldn’t stress yourself over it.

You had turned over a new leaf and decided to eliminate stress from your life. It sounded funny; eliminate stress from your life when your life was nothing but stress, but the stress you could control; you would.

You and Javi had spoken at length the night after you rescued Olivia, as Murphy had told you she was called, and you had talked over cigarettes and alcohol, using the crutches you knew best. You had aligned your goals, talked about what you wanted out of Columbia and where you might go from it, and Javi had opened up too.

You had fallen asleep on his couch, the recent events taking a toll on your body, and woke when you felt him lift you deftly and carry you into his bedroom, setting you down gently on top the mattress and covering you with a blanket before he had turned to go.

“Javi?” you whispered.

He froze, silhouette framed against the hall light.

“Stay with me.”

He didn’t move, and your bleary eyes blinked stupidly as you waited for a response.

“Are you sure?” he said eventually.

Javi’s own words echo in your mind.

‘Life’s too short to give a shit, especially this fucked up life we live in Columbia.’

“C’mere,” you mumbled, patting the empty side of the bed, rolling over to give him room. You closed your eyes sleepily but you could hear him stripping off his shirt and out of his jeans and sliding under the blanket next to you. You murmured when his cool skin touched yours, and he pulled you into his arms, your warm skin slowly warming his, and that’s where you slept peacefully all night, waking up the following morning, both in the same position.

Even Javi agreed he got better nights’ sleep when you were there with him. You certainly couldn’t deny it, no longer requiring makeup to cover up the heavy bags under your eyes, and that was only after spending two nights together. So when Javi asked you to stay the next night after work, it made sense, cozy and safe in each other’s arms, just to help you both sleep. The next night after that, you had met him at his desk, arriving with your purse and a purpose and he just looked at you, boyish grin lighting up his face.

You didn’t know what you were doing. You thought there might be more than platonic feelings in the mix but you’ve been there before where you’ve assumed something only to be rebuffed and been the butt of the joke for too long. You’ve also had your fair share of hurt. So you weren’t assuming anything, just eager to spend time with your friend now you were friends again, even if the lines were beginning to blur a bit. A lot of what Murphy ever told you, hushed conversations and cryptic comments started to make sense now, as you spent every waking (and sleeping) moment with Javi. You weren’t quite ready to open Pandora’s box and question how you felt; this simple solution came at the right time. It was easy.

You had expected more of a conversation after that day based on what Javi had said on the phone but only your deep conversation about everything but your relationship was talked about the day after. Javi was eager and pleasing, as if he had missed you as much as you had missed him the past few weeks and willing to do whatever it took to keep you as close to him as you wanted him as close to you. It was a different Javi you saw, to what everybody else seemed to know and think about him, so you didn’t push it beyond that and he didn’t push you, but the playing field was definitely open with no clear boundary in sight.

He didn’t question your impromptu kiss and you were glad, unsure as to even why you had felt like it was a good idea. But Javi never pushed you. So you sealed and locked the emotions and thoughts you knew you should really explore and understand, at least for your own sake, let alone dragging Javi into your messy mind, and pretended like the slate was clean and fresh each day.

So for the last eight nights you’ve spent them in Javi’s apartment, stealing all of Javi’s old T-shirts and sweatpants before returning home to quickly shower and change before another day at work.

You were enjoying it. The cathartic rhythm of what was expected of you, and what you knew you could give, side by side with Javi. But of course your mind liked to remind you at the worst times; it wouldn’t last forever. A niggle of guilt and doubt in a meeting, just as you fell asleep, sitting in Javi’s apartment with a cool beer in your hands.

You would have to open that box sooner or later. But as long as you took each day as it came you would be fine.

The stress built up when you put too much pressure on yourself and you swore, no more pressure.

You snap your eyes up when Javi tosses the pen onto the desk and stalks round to you, pulling you away from the back of the chair so he can more easily lift his jacket from its station there. He holds out a hand, pulling you to your feet and patting himself down searching for his packet of cigarettes and lighter. He lights one, handing it to you, and you inhale deeply, lungs burning with the nicotine before he lights his own.

Just as you reach the doors to the stairwell you hear your names called from across the office behind you and turn to see Noonan’s assistant, hair piled high on her head stepping quickly towards you, a thick yellowing folder tucked under her arm.

“Your presence is required with ma’am.”

“Is it about Murphy?”

The tired assistant avoids your eyes but points in the direction of Noonan’s office. You look at Javi, brow raised questioningly, but he is watching the assistant with a stoic expression. He gestures at the assistant and sighs, flicking ash from the cigarette onto the dank and dusty carpet below.

“Lunch can wait then,” he murmurs apologetically at you and you follow them through the office toward the more formal area reserved for Noonan.

You weren’t expected at a meeting so you’re not too sure why you’ve been summoned and neither by the looks of it does Javi, brow furrowed and smoking angrily as he huffs through the corridors.

You reach her office and settle into the sofa outside the door, watching Javi from your peripherals as he fidgets in the seat beside you. His shoulders are taut and you can tell he’s nervous, giving himself away with his slender fingers tapping irrhythmically on his knee.

The phone rings on the desk and you jerk slightly, looking to the assistant who comes back round the desk to open Noonan’s door.

You hold your head high and march right past her, crossing Noonan’s office briskly with Javi hot on your heels.

Murphy is there, his back to you, but you can see he’s slumped in his chair, surely not a good sign and you turn to Noonan as you approach the desk, her tight lipped expression giving nothing away.

“Ma’am,” you address curtly, as you reach the chair by the desk, flattening flyaway hairs down against your head in an attempt to make yourself more presentable, as you take a seat, Javi flopping into the one on your right.

“So,” Noonan starts carefully once her assistant has closed the door behind her. “You know why you’ve been asked to see me?”

You shrug, hoping Javi takes the lead on this one as you play dumb.

“Why has Murphy here been MIA for the past week or so?”

“Personal business?” you query, lifting your gaze to meet Noonan’s briefly. You feel defiant, not willing to give anything away or jeopardize Murphy in any way where Olivia is concerned.

She purses her lips, wrinkly lines around her mouth giving the impression she’s sucking on a sour lemon.

“What might that personal business be?”

Your eyes shoot to Murphy, but his eyes are trained firmly on his knees, fingers clasped tightly together in his lap.

You swallow, clearing your throat before you answer to buy yourself a bit of time.

“Murphy and his wife are hoping to adopt a child Connie came into contact with in work who needs someone to care for her.”

Noonan looks at you, green eyes piercing yours and you squirm under her gaze.

“Why this child? Surely she sees lots of orphaned children in her line of work?”

“Not sure ma’am.”

She leans back in her chair and you steal a glimpse at Javi, who’s ears are tinged with pink and is staring hard at the wall.

“My phone has been very quiet this past week.”

“Surely that’s a good sign,” Javi says, sitting up a little straighter in his seat.

“Oh not like that. I was getting three calls a day about how annoyed you were to be sidelined in your job then they stopped all of a sudden, why might that be?”

She squints at you, and you blush, opening your mouth to come up with an answer but Javi speaks for you.

“We spoke at length about how we just need to do what we’re told and she needs to follow orders.”

You smile, nodding lightly in agreement, hoping you look more convincing than you feel.

“You and I both know Agent Peña, that you of all people do not take orders well,” Noonan snaps, rising up quickly from her chair and leaning onto the desk and glaring at Javi. “And she,” Noonan rounds on you, icy stare and a long pointed finger in your direction, “seems to be led by example.”

Your eyes widen and you turn to Javi slowly, but he is looking at Noonan with a cool air of dismissal, before completely changing his tone and smiling brightly, “Just following orders.”

You inhale deeply, stomach tightening at the tense interactions.

“Where were you on Wednesday the fourth? There was an interdepartmental meeting that all three of you deemed not important enough to grace your presence with.”

“Lots of tip calls,” Javi retorts breezily.

Noonan sighs, sitting again and pulls two folders from her desk drawer. She places one in front of her, the bright coat of arms stamp emblazoned on the cover and slides the other one towards Murphy. You take a quick look at the folder in front of him, and notice the title of ‘Administration for Children and Families’ on the top.

Noonan flips the folder in front of her open nonchalantly, spinning it towards you when she rifles through it to find what she is looking for.

“Who are they?” She points at two pictures side by side, one of Jaime, a crisp copy of an older, worn image, but unmistakeably Jaime, and the other a crime scene photo, tape and evidence markers surrounding blood spatters and bullet wounds, but still unmistakably Natalie.

Your stomach turns and you swallow uneasily, wanting to avoid the grotesque image but you can’t look away, Natalie’s lifeless eyes staring out of the photo at you.

Javi pulls the folder closer, pretending to inspect the images carefully before he answers, tossing the folder back on the desk carelessly.

“Dunno who the girl is but that’s Jaime Carrera, the trafficker Escobar planted on the Avianca flight 203.”

Noonan takes a second to study both you and Javi and you try to make your expression as neutral as possible to not give yourself away.

“No idea who that is?” she points at Natalie, pulling the folder back towards her side of the desk.

You shake your head, trying to appear disappointed that you can’t answer her question.

“Natalie Carrera. Jaime’s wife.”

You nod, accepting the news of who this unknown person is with an interested detachment, and you’re almost proud of your acting ability.

“So they’re both dead now. They had a daughter, Marcela Carrela. About eight months. Not sure where she is.”

“Oh?”

“Hmm, very interesting, Natalie’s death was called in to the tip line on Wednesday night from an anonymous source and when the officers investigated they found Natalie and another girl there, but no baby. Where could she be?”

“Oh that’s a funny one ma’am, maybe she got away.”

“Oh yes, that baby took herself out of that situation for her own protection did she?” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. Your cheeks burn but say nothing more, scared to give yourself away. You watch as Noonan pulls a stamp pad from her open desk drawer and pushes it into the dripping red ink, before trailing it across the pictures to stamp on each of them. A big and bold ‘deceased’ block appears on each image and Noonan quickly flicks through pages to pull a death certificate out.

“Jaime has been signed off as ‘accidental death’, despite us knowing his involvement in bringing the plane down but what about his poor wife? They’ve signed her off as ‘gang related death’ but is that the real story?”

“I suppose we have no real way of knowing ma’am, we get lots of tips like this to scenes like that where there’s no evidence to suggest anything other than ‘gang related death’.”

“Hmm. So are you willing to put your jobs down on the fact that she’s just another random ‘gang related death’ in this system?”

You swallow again, a lump forming in your throat at the brutal and unfair ending Natalie suffered but say nothing.

“Ok,” Noonan says simply, signing an additional sheet of paper with a flourish and tucking them both back into the folder, placing it back into her drawer.

“That brings me to you Murphy.”

The room rounds on Murphy and he sits up in his chair, pulling his shoulder back and looks at Noonan with his chin jutting out as she leans forward to pull the ACF folder closer to her.

“You want me to sign off on a United States adoption of an unknown and unclaimed eight month old Colombian girl who happened to come in to your wife’s care in the hospital on Thursday morning?”

Noonan is laying out all the pieces of the puzzle but no one is putting them together, making for one of the most unpleasant meetings you’ve attended in quite a while. As long as no one says anything, this can all be over and you can go back to being happy with your life and your situation with Javi and boredom in the office in no time. Hell, you’ll take the boredom. You swear you won’t complain to Noonan about being sidelined ever again, as long as you get through this unscathed.

The room is quiet, Murphy’s low huffs of breath the only sound.

No one answers her and she sighs, making you shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“I don’t need to remind any of you what this could mean if the DEA were to be involved.”

“They’re not,” Murphy says boldly and you and Javi both roll your heads round to peer at him finally saying something, even though neither you nor Javi have said much in this meeting.

“Very well then,” she says with another dramatic sigh, pulling a page from the green folder out and signing it with a flourish as well. “Murphy take that to admin and HR on your way and we’ll see you back here in another three days. Congratulations dad.”

She hands him the folder and he stands, making to exit, his expression unreadable. You take that as your cue and you rise quickly, wanting to be out of there and get a chance to talk and congratulate Murphy yourself. You give him a brief squeeze on his elbow as you move quickly towards the door when you halt, Noonan calling yours and Javi’s names.

“Do anything like this again and I swear, there’ll be consequences not even I can protect you from.”

She’s looking at you intensely, brows knit together, but it’s not a cold glare. Just one of warning, and you vow to be more diligent and careful in the future so this never has to happen again. You’ve gotten away with it this time when the outcome could have been so different, and you’ll not take that for granted, thanking Noonan quietly as you step out the office door before Murphy and Javi.

Murphy settles himself against the desk lip, crossing his arms over his chest and crossing his ankles loosely, while you sink into your desk chair with a sigh. Javi leans over your desk on his fists, looking between you and Murphy.

“Well that was fucking horrible.”

“How do you think I felt?” Murphy protests. “I had that for a solid hour before she brought you guys in.”

“We’re off the hook,” Javi interjects, holding a palm up to silence you. “Noonan said herself DEA aren’t involved, even if she suspects something, without us saying anything, there’s no evidence.”

You nod in silent agreement, pursing your lips. It seems suspiciously easy, Noonan brushing it all under the carpet when you know she knows. All you got was a fair warning but it seems too weak in your line of work so you don’t know whether to trust that that really is the end or not.

“No stress, remember?”

“Huh?” You focus on Javi, looking at him quizzically as you zone back into your space, and his soft brown eyes are on you and a gentle hand squeezing your shoulder.

“I can see you thinking about it. Forget it; it’s done. No point thinking about it anymore.”

You swat at him and roll your eyes playfully, as he moves to pull two cigarettes from his breast pocket, grateful he’s always on hand to keep you grounded when you aren’t always the most helpful to yourself. You smile in thanks at him when he hands you one and Murphy clears his throat. You glance at him and go beetroot at the appraising look he’s sharing between you and Javi.

“Sorted yourselves out then?”

“Yeah, we came to an amicable agreement.”

Murphy eyes you both surreptitiously, eyes narrowing as neither of you respond. Eventually, Murphy spits, “Amicable? That’s a funny way of saying you’ve been sleeping together.”

“We aren’t sleeping together!” you exclaim loudly, blood roaring and rising on your face quickly, waving your hands at Murphy as Javi shakes his head and says much quieter than you, “it’s not like that.”

Murphy cocks an eyebrow and looks between you both again, a cocky grin spreading across his pale face as your face burns with a fiery heat.

“You know I live below you and can hear and see you both leaving together every morning?”

“It’s honestly not like that Steve,” Javi insists and you nod fervently.

“It’s not. We made up, but we’re just-”

Well, what are you?

Now, is a perfect example of when the guilt and doubt creeps in, questioning if you even know anymore what you are.

You’ve been sleeping in the same bed, enjoying each other’s company with rare moments apart, and you don’t wish to be apart from him, miserable when you were the one giving him the cold shoulder. Surely that’s more than friendship, and seems a bit unfair to say as much to Murphy when you know it’s more than that. But that would open a drawer you don’t think you’re emotionally ready to open, and sometimes you just can’t dig too deeply for fear of what you’ll find. Not here, and not now anyway.

You suck a deep drag and look at Javi in bewilderment and he answers for you, watching you carefully as he speaks.

“We’re just good friends, who’ve been through a lot together and are helping each other out in a lot of ways.”

Oh fuck, he gets it. He knows you don’t know what you are and that’s the most unfair thing of all, after everything he’s ever done for you and told you, and what you’ve explicitly told him, and now you have no idea, other than knowing you don’t think you could breathe on your own if you didn’t have him by your side.

Fuck.

“Ok,” Murphy drawls, slapping the desk with the folder he’s picked back up and rises from the desk edge with an unconcerned shrug. “Whatever you say.”

Javi is still watching you, cigarette dangling from his pursed lips, and you lick your lips as you watch them pucker round the cigarette, face still burning from Murphy’s comments.

“Well now that this is all gonna be official, it’s time to celebrate,” Murphy booms, breaking the awkward silence. “Wanna come over for some dinner and drinks tonight? Come to ours for say, eight by the time Connie gets dinner cooked and Olivia down?”

He glances at his wrist watch and looks expectantly at you with his eyebrows raised in question.

You smile, a genuine smile, and relax yourself, knowing the drawer is closed for the time being and you think of the great time you know you’ll have at the Murphy’s with Connie’s cooking and getting to hear all about how Olivia has been settling in to her new life.

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be over a little later, I have a meeting,” Javi mumbles, scratching at his jaw.

“With who?” you demand. You don’t have any meetings planned, especially in the evening.

“Don’t worry about it Rookie. Just need to speak to someone who might have some intel. I’ll be there.”

You squint at Javi, the first time he’s mentioned meeting anyone who could help with intel, and god knows you haven’t been out of each other’s sights for more than five minutes the past week or so to even discuss gaining intel from anyone without the other one knowing.

Javi is pointedly looking anywhere but at you, so you scrutinize him, willing him to look at you and tell you who he’s meeting.

“Steve, I’ll walk you up to admin, Rookie, I’ll see you at Murphy's later.”

And with that the two men walk away from the desks, Murphy giving you a wave and a wink over his shoulder leaving you sitting on your own to contemplate who Javi could be meeting and how you really feel about him if you can convince yourself to be honest to yourself in any way at all.

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Scientists Tested 3 Popular Bottled Water Brands For Nanoplastics Using New Tech, And Yikes

The Results Were Alarming—An Average of 240,000 Nanoplastics Per 1 Liter Bottle—But What Does It Mean For Our Health?

— Annie Reneau | February 02, 2024 | UpWorthy.Com

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Columbia University researchers tested bottled water for nanoplastics and found hundreds of thousands of them.

Evian, Fiji, Voss, SmartWater, Aquafina, Dasani—it's impressive how many brands we have for something humans have been consuming for millennia. Despite years of studies showing that bottled water is no safer to drink than tap water, Americans are more consuming more bottled water than ever, to the tune of billions of dollars in bottled water sales.

People cite convenience and taste in addition to perceived safety for reasons they prefer bottle to tap, but the fear factor surrounding tap water is still a driving force. It doesn't help when emergencies like floods cause tap water contamination or when investigations reveal issues with lead pipes in some communities, but municipal water supplies are tested regularly, and in the vast majority of the U.S., you can safely grab a glass of water from a tap.

And now, a new study on nanoplastics found in three popular bottled water brands is throwing more data into the bottled vs. tap water choice.

Researchers from Columbia University used a new laser-guided technology to detect nanoplastics that had previously evaded detection due to their miniscule size. The new technology can detect, count and analyze and chemical structure of nanoparticles, and they found seven different major types of plastic: polyamide, polypropylene, polyethylene, polymethyl methacrylate, polyvinyl chloride, polystyrene, and polyethylene terephthalate.

In contrast to a 2018 study that found around 300 plastic particles in an average liter of bottled water, the study published in the journal Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences in January of 2024 found 240,000 nanoplastic particles per liter bottle on average between the three brands studied. (The name of the brands were not indicated in the study.)

As opposed to microplastics, nanoplastics are too small to be seen by microscope. Their size is exactly why experts are concerned about them, as they are small enough to invade human cells and potentially disrupt cellular processes.

“Micro and nanoplastics have been found in the human placenta at this point. They’ve been found in human lung tissues. They’ve been found in human feces; they’ve been found in human blood,” study coauthor Phoebe Stapleton, associate professor of pharmacology and toxicology at Rutgers University’s Ernest Mario School of Pharmacy told CNN Health,

We know that nanoplastics are making their way into our bodies. We just don't have enough research yet on what that means for our health, and we still have more questions than answers. How many nanoplastics does it take to do damage and/or cause disease? What kinds of damage or disease might they cause? Is whatever effect they might have cumulative? We simply don't have answers to these questions yet.

That's not to say there's no cause for concern. We do know that certain levels of microplastic exposure have been shown to adversely affect the viability of cells. Nanoplastics are even smaller—does that mean they are more likely to cause cellular damage? Science is still working that out.

According to Dr. Sara Benedé of the Spanish National Research Council’s Institute of Food Science Research, it's not just the plastics themselves that might cause damage, but what they may bring along with them. “[Microparticles and nanoparticles] have the ability to bind all kinds of compounds when they come into contact with fluids, thus acting as carriers of all kinds of substances including environmental pollutants, toxins, antibiotics, or microorganisms,” Dr. Benedé told Medical News Today.

Where is this plastic in water coming from? This study focused on bottled water, which is almost always packaged in plastic. The filters used to filter the water before bottling are also frequently made from plastic.

Is it possible that some of these nanoplastics were already present in the water from their original sources? Again, research is always evolving on this front, but microplastics have been detected in lakes, streams and other freshwater sources, so it's not a big stretch to imagine that nanoplastics may be making their way into freshwater ecosystems as well. However, microplastics are found at much higher levels in bottled water than tap water, so it's also not a stretch to assume that most of the nanoplastics are likely coming from the bottling process and packaging rather than from freshwater sources.

The reality is, though, we simply don't know yet.

“Based on other studies we expected most of the microplastics in bottled water would come from leakage of the plastic bottle itself, which is typically made of PET (polyethylene terephthalate) plastic,” lead author Naixin Qian, a doctoral student in chemistry at Columbia University, told CNN Health. “However, we found there’s actually many diverse types of plastics in a bottle of water, and that different plastic types have different size distributions. The PET particles were larger, while others were down to 200 nanometers, which is much, much smaller.”

We need to drink water, and we need to drink safe water. At this point, we have plenty of environmental reasons for avoiding bottled water unless absolutely necessary and opting for tap water instead. Even if there's still more research to be done, the presence of hundreds of thousands of nanoplastics in bottled water might just be another reason to make the switch.

#Popular Bottled Water Brands #Scientists #Nanoplastics Tests #New Tech #Alarming Results #240000 Nanoplastics Per 1 Liter Bottle #Health Hazards #Columbia University

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frank: from now on we will be using code names

frank: you can address me as eagle one

frank: columbia is “been there done that”

frank: rocky is “currently doing that”

frank: magenta is “it happened once in a dream”

frank: janet is "never again"

frank: bradley is “if i had to pick a human”

frank: and riff raff is..

frank: eagle two

riff: oh thank gods

#columbia doesn't count as human #she's basically an honorary transylvanian at this point #rocky horror picture show #incorrect quotes #incorrect rhps #source: unsure #frank n furter #magenta #columbia #riff raff #brad majors #janet weiss

[bonnykook]

Mafia Jungkook x Little Reader

Summary : you get kidnapped by a gang lord, he leaer of the 6Eye Clan. Why don't you fight him?

A/N : hey this is @bunnyrhe reposting from her second account my main isn't working and SMH idek what to do. I hope this post doesn't flop and my account stars working again.

I was staring up at him, that rogue 6Eye. He sat in the modern armchair in the corner of the room. His eyes set on me, sitting up on the queen sized bed with a tufted headboard. I was hidden among the plethora of blankets and pillows on the bed, all nested around me in a luxurious cluster. Like a dragon in a horde. I winced, I couldn't be a dragon, at most I was a bunny in a flower field. My sleep stretched face and summers cheeks, lightly sunken in from starvation and pallid like a snow bunny."you look so teeny in your big girl bed, baby. It's so precious. Do you need Oppa's help coming down?"

He shifted and started becoming antsy as I walked around the room, rejecting his help. He was squeezing his arm and fixing his jacket, rubbing his nose. He was a human rocking chair moving back and forward. It made me want to curl up in his lap and run my hands over the three piece suit fabric. His motion and the soft suave feeling of what undoubtedly was a thousand thread count suit could lull me into a deep comfortable sleep.

He wore fine jewelry: diamond studded earrings and tennis bracelet and a shiny sapphire ring winking at me under the fluorescents. His forehead creased, it seemed as though all his worry and anxiety tucked into the folds. He took his jacket off, sleeves rolling up to reveal meaty forearms colourful like a tapestry. I could see his tattoos clearly now: a lone eye of the 6eyes Clan and one of open doors from Bangtan Sonyeondan. I remember him, that rogue 6eye. 

He had disagreed with his Clan and they disowned him. Thus, Jungkook and the clan diverged from common ancestry, one to become the most lordly form of life abroad, one to become the dominant animal in Seoul. Now, the day had come for the two to reconnect and the story was best told by the people in the slums that experienced the loss first hand. The meeting was not a peaceful one in recognition of the others' worth. As usual, the clan refused to acknowledge and appoint what they had already discarded and Jungkook chose battle.

It was a one sided battle where he wielded the biggest arms supply chain from Korea to Columbia and his family did the dying. 

The news told stories of the few frayed ends, the bits that got away. The bits of movement behind the curtain that let everyone get glimpses into the other world. When Jungkook tested his strength against the monsters and mountains of fat and meat of dead humans washed up on the shores, ravines and dumps. Bodies all blue, swollen and bloated, missing one eye each to show off to the world that a tyrant was born. 

On a moonlit night, I went down to take the trash out, depositing it behind my dingy apartment. I stopped, looking up at the sky through the arching buildings around it to enjoy the silence. The quiet was soon broken by what sounded like a gust of heavy breathing in the garbage pile almost alongside. The calm surface of the dumpster mysteriously rolled and tin cans clattered down, plastic bags shifting like a staccato. I turned my phone flashlight in the direction in time to see two broad backs dripping in blood like an oil slick.  The nauseous fumes like a miasma in the community.

That was when I first saw the 6eye up close , him and his cronies descending like rabid dogs coming into the alleyway. The engines of all black SUVS were quiet purrs, I almost didn't hear them. Slick, shiny black cars, reflecting moonlight like a camouflage, blocking both entrance and exit from the alley. The bodies in the piles of trash, heaving with strained life reacted instantly: cowering and crying. They moved the way insects do under a microscope: scared, out of place and anticipating the worst. Right before they get crushed.

6Eye spotted me instantly,there was nowhere to hide.

"Come here," he beckoned me softly, there was a blood spatter on his cheek. "Come here. I'm Jungkook I won't hurt you, honey eyes, come here." 

The smear was shaped like a handprint.

His cheek was clean now, fresh new clothes, and a sleek hairstyle. Everything about him was a visual experience, he was as charming and enrapturing as a landslide. He held my attention like i had some morbid fascination.

"Do you like it, baby? The room?Oppa got it ready for you while you were uh asleep" 

Did all rich powerful men have penthouses? 

I pressed my nose to the glass watching it fog up. There were floor to ceiling windows in front of me, the ceiling was partly glass too. The cityscape blossomed with life in front of me: towering twisting skyscrapers in glamorous engineering feats, billboards and tiny buildings that looked like dwarves. At the height of the forty-fifth floor, one only sees the top. The buildings seemed to move discordantly in a wave with random skyscrapers at the crest and smaller flat-topped buildings at the trough. The streets moving through the cities like slate grey rills and rivers. The planes and their blinking red and blue lights come and go. They looked like dragons in the sky.

I couldn't find my apartment building,even at this height. I felt happy to not smell that awful city stench, the smog and the noise. The apartment was totally quiet. 

There was a small sitting section to my right, a pink and white teepee I wanted to crawl inside and burrow in with my stuffie. Stay there forever until I felt safe and calm.

"The stars are glorious at night and the sunsets too. The curtains are on a timer, I'll get you the remote. The ceiling has a retractable awning so you can close it at night so the sun won't get in your eyes in the morning. I can set the timer on my phone for you, I don't want you to worry about forgetting, babygirl. I want you to be comfortable,  honey eyes." 

I held on tightly to my pink stuffed bunny I woke up with. He had a strong eyebrow and a cute smile. "That's Cooky, right? One of my companies manufactures them, there's a set of them, do you want them, baby? I can get the really big one you can use like pillows…or whatever size you want. I want you to be happy, baby."

Jungkook perched me on his hip, insisting I was far too weak from my nap to be walking around anymore. I felt around the wall for a lightswitch but he clapped, letting it turn on. "I wanted it to be easy for you. Spared no expense. "

The walk in closet felt like a store. There was a long walkway, longer than it was wide. It felt infinite like I had walked ten minutes from the entrance, the door looking much smaller from the distance. All the underlights and chandeliers illuminated the rows of closet space to make it seem fancier, sparkling almost pearlescent. The racks were  already filled with clothes and shoes and arranged by color into my personal OCD paradise. The islands in the middle of the room were filled with jewellery, simple day clothes and undergarments. 

"My assistant is very thorough, of course you're welcome to my closet I'm right across the hall. My clothes might not fit a baby this tiny though." He said, leaning on the closet frame, a sly half smile eating the apples of his cheeks to reveal two front teeth."I think you'll look lovely in anything. You have a face that lights up the room, you know. Even your shy smiles, they're precious, baby girl." His voice was so gentle and suave, something in it was alluring. I was susceptible to voices and his tone and physical aura made a want to slip deer into his arms, simk even more into this fuzzy feeling the type that made me feel smol.

 I'd never come across a man who'd so coolly and confidently complimented me. He doled complements out so easily like it didn't diminish him, it was refreshing to see this. It made me feel so soft and small. A wave of colour rose to my cheeks, but I quickly recovered, giving him a slightly ironic smile. I could never take a compliment. "You look so cute when you're slipping."

I caught sight of myself in one of the full length mirrors, silky pink pajamas with a sleeping mask on my hair with Cooky's face on it. What surprised me more was the pearl earrings. "Your earring holes were closing up, I didn't want them to and I assumed you didn't either so…"

"They're gorgeous, thank you." 

He looked so surprised."It's all my pleasure. You look like my princess with them on. We match. "

My gaze immediately flicked towards his ears, finding a series of small hoops and studs. He chuckled, loosening his tie to pull out a simple gold chain with a pearl pendant. "It's a matching set I had commissioned from my pearl beds in Tahiti...I think you'd get more use from them. I want you to have them, little one." 

"Thank you, but I don't need this." 

"I thought everyone needs jewelery…you'll have to get used to Oppa giving you gifts when he feels like it…'s uh it's not like I can let you go now, babygirl. So starting now,  no need to worry about that cashier job or bills or making hard decisions okay? Oppa will take care of everything,  my little one.  How can something so small and pathetic ever take care of herself?"

"How did you get all of this together? You just met me!" 

"I'm the most powerful man in the country, things just sorta happen," he looked like a boy king saying that. He had no right to make light of something like this. People in the slums, my family , talked about his kind like they were gods. He had no right to break that mystique. To be mortal. To look so soft and kissable and make me feel like I wanted him to shelter me.

The bathroom was a paradise. The shower was an over glorified saua, it sprayed from all and steamed up at the push of a button, and the tub? Rose quartz tub in front of a window. There was a lip in the tub like a platform. Fresh cut flowers on the sink-orchids my favourite. Behind it, a white baby monitor, I almost didn't see it blending into the tile.

"The window is one way glass. Bath time can be a breeze, something you enjoy. Oppa will always be here to help his little one in and out of the tub okay and to make ger baths extra sudsy, okay? Can my baby love tell me yes Oppa she understands?"

"Yes Oppa,"

"Okay, but becareful. When you use the tub , please leave the door open or let Oppa know I'll turn the baby monitor on. I don't want you to get hurt and…" he squeezed his arm.  "I want you to get comfortable so I splurged on your room decorating. The rest of the house is nice like this too,"

He opened one of the drawers below the sink, "and we have bath toys too:ducky, bath bombs, bath markers there's a tiny floaty chair for Cooky. This drawer is full for when you're feeling big."

"What? " I blushed deeply ," did you raid my apartment? Those things are personal!"

"I told you, I want you to be comfortable and taken care of for as long as you stay with me.You don't have anything to worry about, I don't have any reason to hurt you."

"But I saw…I thought you 6eyes take no prisoners-"

"What did you see, hmm, princess?"

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about. "

"I have no problems taking prisoners if they're cute like you. But I must say this is a first and last. You'll be happy here when oppa takes care of his little one. Don't reject me baby, you know Oppa wants to take care of you. You know Oppa wants to spoil his little one. Don't feel shy, can I meet my little baby please? "

"Can I colour your arms with the markers?"

"Yes my little one, you can. Oppa would love nothing more."

I saw it now,the posturing, the casual way he carried the weight of the crown and all the wealth in the world. He didn't need to flaunt it, everyone knew it. He was the zenith of power. 

The rest of us were separated from his wealth by impassable seas. I wanted to be a part of it, of the other world. The lush three dimensional lavish world of power. It encapsulated Jungkook like a continent in the great seas, everyone else were just satellite islands. All of the trappings he'd shown me so far, the casual kindness and care restored me to a womb world. I felt stable here; where there was no shortage of food, warmth, water, where I didn't have to scrounge to survive. Where there was no need to fight to defend territory because Jungkook owned it already.

Something crinkled in the drawer.

"What was that?"

"These are diapers for my little princess when she wants them. There's Winnie the Pooh and Max and Ruby. Would you like Oppa to help you into one, baby?"

I nodded pointing at the yellow packaging. I immediately softened up melting like ice cream into a puddle. My lips formed a deep pout, eyes almost round. I nodded desperately.

"Winnie the pooh it is,"

"It's okay, Oppa has you. " He chuckled,smiling helping me down from the changing table,"Come on princess it's dinner time." 

I went to walk out the bedroom door but he stopped me, sliding on my house shoes for me. "There princess. Now let oppa carry his baby, your just not strong enough little one. Oppa will take care of you, baby. You're just too small to even try to care for yourself." He picked me up,perching me on his hip. I whined reaching out for Cooky.

"Don't forget Cooky! He's only baby."

"I'm sorry princess. I'm sorry Cooky. The chef made beef bibimbap, are you okay with that? Do you want something else, little one?"

"Beef?" I nodded eagerly, holding Cooky close. I couldn't remember the last time I ate meat.He chuckled nasally, grinning widely, walking me down the staircase of this elaborate penthouse.

"Would you like your highchair or Oppa's lap?"

"Lap lap! Please." 

"Whose lap?"

"Oppa lap! Lap please?"

"Yes Oppa can hold his little princess, she's not feeling big enough to sit alone right now is she? No, my little princess needs her Oppa's help huh? My precious baby." He held me to his chest to feed me. Suit jacket discarded over a chair back, internal vest unbuttoned and tie strewn away. I pawed my hands in front of me,batting awa the spoon he offered , letting him know I wanted to be fed. He gladly fed me from his plate,kissing my head. "Mmm my princess is entirely too small to take care of herself, luckily, oppa loves taking care of cute princesses."

He frowned deeply when he ate,humming when it was particularly tangy and savoury. A Kings spread ahead of us: stone pot rice,kimchi, a random plate of fries and nuggets and hamburgers, pot of bibimbap. Decanters of passion fruit juice, banana milk ahead of us. Desert spread of chocolate cake, summers fruits-peaches, pears, berries, pineapple, mangos. How much does he eat. He showed me his healthy appetite by demolishing half of the spread. "Good yeah? I uh I added dino nuggs for you I wasn't sure what you eat..eat up though..you look like you haven't been eating right. "He kissed my cheek softly,"oppa will fix that for his tiny baby."

"Ah, princess you have sauce on your cheek. Let Oppa clean that up for you." He kissed you softly on your cheek, sponging away any sticky stuff with his tongue. "All better baby girl."

When the help cleared away the empty platters, Oppa cleared his throat, sipping water while you sucked his fingers. He set down his glass to feed us more chocolate cake, patting my tummy, "I told you, Oppa can take care of his princess." 

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I posted 4,230 times in 2022

That's 3,508 more posts than 2021!

107 posts created (3%)

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#but then i'd also donate a shitton to every underprivileged school district in the country to fund a top to bottom upgrade

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

110 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

Addicted to Me

Alpha SIM Tony wants Omega Peter for himself. But when the boy resists his advances, he'll use whatever means necessary to bind the Omega to him.

Tags:

Rape, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding, Cum Addiction, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Thanks @the-mad-starker for being my wonderful Beta!

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Since becoming Superior, Tony had not wanted for much. It was easy to put on a mask, smile at the right time and no one even noticed his eyes went from brown to blue or that he'd practically stopped aging. Nor did the few people he still cared about notice when he spiked their food with a watered down extremis at his birthday party. After Obie, and Killian, after New York, Tony wasn't willing to take chances any more.

And it turned out to be a very good thing after something tried to crash his systems and kill JARVIS. With his link up, he'd been able to initiate a complete shutdown of everything, isolating the threat quickly and with prejudice. The alpha played it off as a hardware failure, working quickly to restore everything even as he tightened his security around his files.

Time passed and Tony continued to shore up his power behind the scenes, schmoozing the right politicians, investing in everything from green energy to education, all the while building his reputation with the public. It was funny how no one noticed that it was only his image he was building, not the Avengers or even SI. He stood back as Rogers and the others drove themselves to ruin in the public opinion until he was the only hero worthy of being venerated with War Machine and the Falcon at his side. And oh had stealing Wilson from Rogers been the feather in his cap.

Now, he stood at the pinnacle of success with everything he wanted. Except for one thing.

Peter Parker.

The little omega had originally popped up on his radar years ago when he had started his Spider-man gig. He had been genuine enough that Tony had sponsored him discreetly, providing a new suite with an AI, ostensibly to help the pup stay out of trouble, but also to monitor him in case he started to stray from the path like so many heroes before him. And yet, as the years passed and the boy finished high school, he never strayed. Tony updated the suit on occasion, and repaired it when the AI deemed it necessary, but otherwise, he simply stood back.

Tony offered him a full ride to a school of his choice as a reward for his good work. Peter tried to turn him down but Tony insisted and in the end, he paid for Peter to attend Columbia. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had even tried to tell Tony no, and it intrigued him.

Unable to stay away, Tony started trying to court the Omega, only to be rebuffed constantly. It would have been insulting if he hadn’t realized that Peter was so shy and not used to Tony’s lavish lifestyle. The alpha changed tactics and started inviting Peter for lab time. Still, the Omega seemed to hold back from the Alpha and that wouldn’t do at all.

So Tony started the next phase of his plan. Omegas were very susceptible to bonding through exposure to Alpha semen, and Tony had synthesized a harmless tranquilizer that he slipped into Peter’s drink when they were working late one night.

“You ok, Pete?” Tony asked, watching as the omega’s eyes drifted closed, only to blink open, then start drifting again.

“Guess I’m just tired, Mr. Stark,” Peter yawned.

“Well, the guest room is always open,” Tony said, doing his best to appear concerned. “I don’t want you trying to swing back to your dorm when you’re this tired but I’m sure I can wake Happy up if you don’t want to stay.”

“No, that’s ok, sir,” Peter was quick to assure him. “The guest room is fine.”

As he escorted Peter up to his penthouse, Tony privately congratulated himself on having had the forethought to offer the room from the start so it wasn’t suspicious to the omega at all.

Tony let the boy get settled, changing into comfortable clothes while waiting for JARVIS to alert him when Peter’s vitals evened out to sleep. Then he slipped into the guest room and closed the door behind him.

“There’s my princess,” Tony murmured, appreciating the view in front of him. Peter lay spread on the bed, having had only enough energy to strip down to his briefs before he passed out on top of the blankets. His creamy skin was flawless and his body was sculpted to perfection thanks to the omega’s special genetics.

Tony stalked closer, letting his fingers brush gently along Peter’s legs before stopping at the briefs. He debated removing them but for today’s plan, it was best to keep things minimal. Instead, he gently re-positioned Peter on his back, then pulled his cock out, bringing himself to hardness quickly. He imagined fucking the omega in all of his holes, stuffing him full until he’s cum drunk and unable to think of anything but Tony.

It didn’t take long for him to empty himself over the omega’s chest. An endosym tentacle formed, scooping up a bit of the cum. Tony gently opened Peter’s mouth, feeding the cum coated strand down his throat while stimulating the outside to ensure it was swallowed. He scooped up more and fed that to Peter as well, his cock thickening again just from the visual.

Tony took his cock in one hand and continued slowly scooping cum to feed to his pretty omega. When he came again, he made sure to add it to the remnants on Peter’s stomach. Then he moved down the bed, running his hands gently over the boy’s briefs. Carefully, he lifted the band away from the boy’s cocklette, though he didn’t remove them.

A strand scooped through the fresh cum and snaked down past the little cocklette and into the omega’s vagina. He was careful not to insert it too deeply, and made sure it was rubbed into the warm wet heat. Another scoop was rubbed in before Tony shifted to stuffing Peter’s ass instead. He threaded a nanite tube deep inside that he fed the remaining cum into. Once it was done, he retracted the endosym, swiping it over Peter’s stomach to remove any traces that were left. Then he rolled Peter back onto his stomach and grabbed a blanket from the foot of a bed and draped it over the omega.

The next morning, Tony saw Peter off, and the omega didn’t act like anything was wrong so Tony considered it a success and started planning his next night. He couldn’t do it every time the omega was over, so he waited another week and a half before Peter stayed late again. Tony was quick to offer a drink and for Peter to stay so they could finish the project they were tackling.

The boy happily agreed, and soon, Tony was ushering him up to bed once more. As soon as the omega was asleep, Tony was back in the guest room. Again Peter was only in his briefs, and Tony couldn’t help but grab a handful of the omega’s firm ass. Then he rolled him over and climbed on top, though he was careful not to put his weight on the omega. He pulled his cock out and dragged the head over the omega’s chest, smearing precum along the whole length of it.

Tony bit back a moan, wishing he could do more, like shove his cock down the omega’s throat or even fuck his thighs, but he knew he’d have to be patient for that. Instead, he quickly finished himself and started feeding his omega.

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134 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#3

Soft as Iron Pt 1

Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

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Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks

Tony hadn’t been expecting much when he cleared out the traffickers trying to encroach on his space. They were sloppy at best and had drawn unwanted attention to all of the bosses in the area as they kidnapped people that would actually be missed. It was practically a public service to remove them.

“Hey boss, we got a problem,” Happy said, coming up beside him.

“I thought we just took care of the problem, Hap,” Tony retorted.

“Well, yeah, but they had merchandise, boss, and one of them isn’t letting anyone near him without panicking.”

“Alright, not sure what I’ll be able to do but lead on,” Tony said, gesturing lazily.

Tony followed Happy through the warehouse until they came to a series of rooms. Most of them had been emptied and arrangements were being made to get the victims home to their families.

In the corner of one room though, sat a boy who was refusing to get up and go with Tony's men.

"Please, please don't. No more," the boy kept saying as he cried, arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he made himself as small as possible.

"Alright guys, get back," Tony said as he stepped into the room. "Let me take care of this."

Tony walked over to the kid and crouched in front of him.

"Hey kid, can you look at me," Tony asked, his voice as soft as he could make it. "I'm not going to hurt you, promise. My guys are just trying to help." He waited patiently as sniffles slowed and big brown eyes looked into his. "Hey, there we go. Good job, kid. Now, just a few quick questions, ok?"

The boy nodded slowly, and Tony moved over to sit next to the boy, unable to keep squatting comfortably. His suit was going to need a proper dry cleaning but that was ok. He's dirtied them for far less good reasons than helping a kid out.

"Alright, let's start with your name. Do you mind telling me that?" Tony asked.

"Peter, sir. Peter Parker," the boy, Peter, said around sniffles.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony Stark." Peter gasped when Tony introduced himself, and the man nodded. "Yeah, that Tony Stark. It's ok though. You have my word neither I nor my men will hurt you. And I always keep my word."

Peter nodded, and Tony was glad he had built his reputation the way that he had. He didn't hurt children or innocents, and he kept his word. Everyone knew that.

"You don't seem to want to get out of here. Can you tell me why?" Tony asked, doing his best to appear casual. The boy looked like he'd spook if Tony so much as raised his voice.

"Please don't make me go back there, sir, please," the kid whispered.

"Go back where, kid?"

"To the group home."

Peter managed to shrink even further into himself as he answered and Tony couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"You're an orphan then, kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"They handed you over, didn't they?" It wouldn't be the first time Tony had heard of it happening. Teenage boys were known for being trouble and running away from group homes even when they were run well. Given the shitty system in place, it would be so easy to hide kidnappings among the missing children.

Peter nodded and flinched when Tony lifted his hand to touch the boy's face.

"Abused you too, didn't they." It was less a question and more a confirmation. Still, Peter nodded and tears welled up in the boy's eyes. Tony felt his chest twinge, even as a flash of rage ran through him. His own father had been an abusive asshole which was why Tony was so strict about the actions of his men and what he would tolerate in his territories.

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#2

So this was a gift pic for @the-mad-starker by @sausageg It's a lovely pic of their wedding. I kinda imagine Rhodey going "man how'd we end up the ones in the dresses?" while Bruce just shrugs and Tony's just enamored with Peter. Meanwhile Peter thinks Tony looks good in anything, MJ's like, how did you manage this and Ned's just like....it's Peter. We have a cute Dum-e holding the rings and droney spreading the flowers.

161 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Doctor's Orders

Summary: Omega Peter's stress levels have gotten so high that it's starting to affect his physical and sexual health. His primary doctor prescribes sexual release as the treatment, but Peter struggles to reach his orgasm. So he goes to see a specialist, Dr. Stark, to take care of his issue.

Based on this post by @monster-cock69

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Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony, Omega Peter, Intersex, intersex omega, Vaginal Fingering, med kink, Smut

Dr. Stark was a specialist. A specialist of a specialist even, because most doctors who specialized in omegas had secondary roles in pediatrics or maternity, but not Dr. Stark. He specialized in Omegas and their heat cycles, along with Omegan sexual health.

Peter had been lucky to get in with him so quickly. Dr. Strange had referred him after stress from school and finals especially had made it hard to eat, delayed his heat, and made any relief impossible for Peter to find with or without a partner. Peter was terrified something was seriously wrong but Dr. Strange had assured him that Dr. Stark would be able to help him.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he waited in the lavish patient room. It was decorated well beyond what Peter ever thought he’d see, but Dr. Stark also took pro bono cases for Omegas in financial situations like Peter’s.

Before he could work himself up too much, there was a firm knock on the door, and then Dr. Stark was letting himself in.

“Mr. Parker, I presume?” Dr. Stark asked, and Peter nodded shyly. “Alright, let’s get straight to it then. My colleague referred you to me because you’ve been having trouble reaching completion, which in turn is causing you a great amount of distress. Would you agree with that assessment?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Peter stuttered. He wasn’t normally so nervous around alphas but Dr. Stark exuded dominance like the Alpha Doms he’d seen in porn. It was nerve wracking despite the fact that the doctor hadn’t done anything yet.

“No need to be nervous or embarrassed, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark said, his tone noticeably gentler. “I’m just here to help.”

“But what if you can’t help me?” Peter whispered, terrified of the answer.

“I won’t give up if you don’t, and I have yet to have a patient I wasn’t able to help,” Dr. Stark responded firmly. “It might take unconventional methods, and it’s going to require that you trust me to do what’s right for you, but I promise we’ll get this figured out.”

Peter nodded, his eyes glued to the floor as his hands picked at his clothes nervously. He heard Dr. Stark sigh and then hands were gently pulling his face up, forcing him to look at the alpha.

“I mean it, Peter, I will fix this,” Dr. Stark said. Peter blinked away tears and nodded. The alpha seemed so confident and sure. He could only hope he was right.

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The first thing Tony always did with a new patient was find out what had already been tried. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable for every omega at first, but typically, it was easy to spot what the problem was just from their history. Whether they weren’t leaning enough into their sexual preferences or were on the spectrum for ace/aro, Tony had become the expert at determining the source of their frustration and then how to manage it. Sometimes, that meant new toys or positions to try. Other times, it meant meds to help their bodies remain healthy without any pressure for sex.

Peter Parker was an anomaly. The boy had quickly made it clear that he had tried sex with partners of every secondary gender, in a variety of positions, and even during heat, only to find little to no relief.

“Mr. Parker, I must say, you’re one of the first Omegas I’ve had where the problem wasn’t immediately apparent, but that just means we’re going to get creative,” Tony said, giving the kid a reassuring grin. “Now, do me a favor, clothes off and hop up on the table for me, will you? I’d like to do a physical to make sure everything is in working order before we start exploring therapy options.”

The omega hesitated for only a moment before stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the table.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can call one of the beta nurses in,” Tony offered but the boy quickly shook his head. That wasn’t uncommon. Most people were barely comfortable with Tony knowing they had problems, let alone more people from the office. “Alright, I’m going to check your physical responses to stimuli, so just relax, close your eyes, and try to feel.”

Tony waited for the boy to follow his instructions, then waited a few moments longer until the tension slowly eased.

“I’m going to touch your foot now,” Tony said softly before reaching out. The omega still jumped a little, but he soon relaxed under Tony’s soft massage.

To an outsider, what Tony was doing would just look like a relaxing rub down, but he was actually looking for sensitive spots that triggered a reaction in the Omega, whether squirming or slicking. Anything that might indicate sexual or sensual pleasure.

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Peter had jumped at the doctor’s first touch, but the more the doctor touched him, the more he relaxed. The hands on his legs felt nice until they reached his thigh, and then he had to fight not to push into the alpha’s touch. Dr. Stark must have noticed though because his hands paused.

“It’s important to let your body react however it wants to, Peter,” Stark said softly. “I need to know that you’re able to feel pleasure properly.”

Peter nodded and the hands continued. This time, Peter didn’t stop himself from sighing and pushing into the hands.

“There we go, you’re doing excellent,” Stark said.

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