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Paradise

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 6.3K

SUMMARY | Howard and Maria have invited you on their yearly trip, and it will be your first time going on a vacation with your in-laws. Tony is very excited to have you with him on this trip because you will also be celebrating your birthday. During your special day, he will ensure this one will be unforgettable.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | No powers AU, established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Dear, Puppy), occasional use of Y/N

SMUT | Dirty talk, praise, exhibitionism kink, mommy kink, hair pulling, somnophilia (consensual), oral (F&M receiving), facesitting, light beardburn, fingering, semi-public handjob, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), pull-out method, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

A/N | This story is based on a request, which, unfortunately, I do not have anymore. Despite that, I still hope you will enjoy this story, because it has been a lot of fun to write! This story is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'll always be grateful. I love you 🩷

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"Are you sure it isn't weird for me to come with you guys? I mean, it's okay if I stay home," you remember telling Tony when he asked you to accompany him and his parents on their yearly vacation to Florida Beach.

"I'm sure, Sunshine. They specifically asked for you to come because they love you and want you there. And I want to be with my girl when she's celebrating her birthday." After that, your decision was made, and now you're happily sleeping in your boyfriend's arms in a hotel room in Florida.

The sun casts the entire room in a beautiful golden hue, and Tony cannot stop staring at you as he takes in your beauty. From your tattoos covering your body to every inch of still bare skin, he's never been more thankful that you two enjoy sleeping naked. He's even more grateful for that fact now because he has come up with the perfect plan to wake you up; today is your birthday, after all.

He carefully wiggles away from your body so you won't wake up, and other than a cute snort before rolling onto your back, he is good. As Tony takes his place between your legs, he cannot help but think that he is the luckiest man alive because you allow him to take his fill of you whenever he wants - within reason, of course.

And that's exactly how he finds himself with your legs hooked over his shoulders, his fingers softly digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, and your pussy on display beautifully right in front of his face, and he licks his lips in anticipation. With one last look at your face, he dives in, his tongue licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, a soft moan escaping his lips when he does.

Since the first moment he got a taste of your sweet nectar, he has been hooked, and he will happily go down on you every chance he gets. Though that goes the other way around, too, because you're not opposed to sucking his soul out through his cock if you're given the chance.

His lips wrap around your clit, suckling softly as his tongue swipes over it in small, tight circles, and that's when you're starting to stir a little bit, though it's not enough to wake you up yet fully. With a soft chuckle, he releases your clit, instead opting for one of his thick, long fingers to glide through your arousal and play with your entrance.

A content hum leaves his lips as he lets the tip of his finger dip into your entrance, reveling in the way your walls clench around it as he slides it in further before pulling it out and repeating the same motions. It's not enough to wake you up, but more than enough to have you on the edge of slumber and waking.

As he looks at the way your body reacts to his touches, he can feel his cock twitch as it's trapped between his stomach and the bed sheets, achingly hard already, though he'll patiently wait his turn before getting what he wants, as it's all about your pleasure right now.

His eyes are trained on your face as he dares to add another one, knowing it might exactly be the push you need to be pushed over the edge, driving you headfirst into an orgasm. But he wants to wait a little longer because he loves to see you stirring as he plays with said edge.

Your pussy gradually accepts his second finger too, and Tony has to pull his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress the groan bubbling up in his chest right now. When you start to start to wake up slowly, Tony decides to go all in, his fingers slowly gliding in and out of your pussy while he sucks on your clit, building your high gradually while pulling you out of your sleep. With his other hand, he squeezes your thigh, and even though it'll probably leave a bruise or two, you don't care.

"F-fuck!" you murmur as your hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as your hips rut against his face. Your orgasm washes over you not long after, and Tony happily laps up every drop of your sweet release with a groan, working you through your orgasm before climbing over you and capturing your lips in a heated, sloppy kiss.

"Happy birthday, Sunshine," he whispers as he glides the fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth, and you lick them clean as you look up at Tony with half-lidded eyes as a smile is dancing on your lips. Happy birthday, indeed...

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you cum?" he asks, and you can feel the heat on your cheeks spreading quickly. He tells you that every time, but that doesn't mean you'll get used to him saying that - not that you'd want to get used to it.

"Only every single time," you whisper before cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes. Your thumbs glide over the stubble on his jaw and cheeks, and the feeling of it against your fingers makes you giggle, and Tony cannot get enough of that sound. You pull him closer, letting your tongues mingle as you taste yourself on his tongue.

As Tony leans down, he ruts his hips forward a little, his cock sliding through your folds before getting caught on your clit, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling. He reaches between the two of you to grab hold of his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit a couple of times.

"I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, Sunshine, but first, I'm going to make it just a little more delicious for you," he says. You're not sure what he's talking about until he slides his cock carefully into your warmth, the feeling of him sliding in bare almost unbearable. The groan leaving Tony's lips is downright pornographic, and you're enjoying every second of it.

"Jesus, fuck! You feel so good, Sunshine; wanna stay buried in your sweet, tight pussy forever," Tony says as he slowly pulls back out before sliding it in even further, carefully walking the line of pleasure as he does so. Once he's bottomed out, you both let out a shared moan, and he has to still inside you for a moment so he won't cum yet.

"So tight around me, Sunshine, you feel like paradise," he whispers against your neck before gathering every bit of strength he has left and pulling out, and you whine at the loss of him inside you.

"Ssh, it's okay, Sunshine, I'll fill this pussy up again later tonight. First, I want to feel these delicious dick-sucking lips around my cock as you suck every last drop of my cum out before swallowing it all," he says, and you nod like a puppy who just got an order and is eager to fulfill it.

With a satisfied smile, Tony gets comfortable on his back, and you're quick to find your place between his legs as you look at his cock lying against his abdomen, covering his happy trail as it reaches just past his belly button. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you grab hold of it, your fingers barely touching when you do.

"Oh god, that's it," Tony moans as you carefully work your hand up and down, spreading your arousal over his cock before you allow your tongue to run down the length of it, tracing the prominent vein on the bottom. A shudder runs down his body as you do, and a loud moan escapes his chest as you suckle on his tip.

Making him fall apart like this is something you always thoroughly enjoy, and you are happy to take your time with him as you do so. As you slowly take more of him into your mouth, you let your hand work on the parts you can't reach, and Tony's hands are fisted tightly into the sheets as he looks down at you.

Your ass is in the air as you suck his cock, your free hand slowly working your clit as you take care of your boyfriend, and he's positive he has never seen you look more beautiful than you do now. Dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes, and your skin is glowing beautifully with the sun shining down on your body.

When you suddenly suck Tony down hard, he loses it, and he cums without any indication other than a loud gasp, the orgasm being a surprise for you both. It serves as the perfect trigger to have you cum again as well, your legs trembling as you work both of you through your orgasms.

"C'mere," he says before hauling you up by your arms, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth to taste your shared flavors. It's quickly become Tony's favorite, and he's feeling fortunate to have a girl who is into the same things during sex as he is.

After you two have come down from your highs and cuddled for a while, it's time to shower together and get ready to head to the beach, where you will meet Howard and Maria for some quality time. Today will be a relaxing beach day, which is a nice change of pace from all the exploring you've done already.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask Tony after putting on your brand new red bikini—which you bought to make Tony do a double take as he sees you in it and to show off your tattoos. After throwing on a short beach dress, you're ready to go, your bag already packed with everything from a few books to sunscreen and other essentials you might need at the beach.

"Almost! I need to find my sunglasses, and then I'm ready to go," he says as he walks out of the bathroom. Your gaze is immediately pulled to the bulge in his swim shorts. You may have bought the bikini to make Tony do a double take, but he did the same with a pair of swim shorts for you.

The fabric is pulled taut over his muscled, thick thighs, and it frames his bulge perfectly, highlighting it in the best way possible. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth again as the thought of what Tony did earlier still swirls through your head. You clench your thighs at the sight, and Tony cannot suppress the chuckle bubbling up because he knows his plan worked.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks as he steps closer, his finger lifting your head to meet his gaze. You nod before Tony bends down to place a soft peck on your lips, leaving you with a content smile. He then grabs your hand and goes out the door as he has found his sunglasses. When you arrive at the beach, Howard and Maria have set up a little picnic for breakfast as a surprise, and it's decorated festively for your birthday.

"Did you know about this?!" you ask Tony with surprise, and he nods.

"Why do you think I took my sweet time with you this morning?" he whispers in your ear, and you can feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks at his words.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" Maria says, enveloping you in her arms, pulling you tight against her body. Though you and Tony haven't been together very long, they have welcomed you into the family from day one, and you're practically their daughter at this point.

"Thank you, Maria, and again, thank you for inviting me on this trip; it means a lot to spend today with all of you," you tell her, and she nods - though you don't know what's coming yet, and it'll be a huge surprise when you find out.

"You don't need to say thank you, Dear. You're part of our family, so you're supposed to come on our family vacations," she says before letting you go and pulling her son into a hug, too.

"Happy birthday, Dear," Howard says before pulling you into a hug, which you happily reciprocate. Though the hug isn't as tight as Maria's, you still appreciate it just as much. All four of you get settled onto the large blanket, and you take your place by Tony's side. He pulls you against him before placing a kiss on your temple.

"I love you, Sunshine, and happy birthday again," he whispers, and you blush at his words. He didn't even say anything special, but to share an intimate moment with him is still something you're getting used to, though you happily will if it means having him by your side for the rest of your life.

"Thank you, Tony," you whisper before pecking his lips and diving into breakfast. The conversation is light, with plenty of laughter, and you feel floaty from pure happiness. You haven't felt this light and happy on your birthday in years, and you make a mental note to thank everyone later.

"Now that breakfast is done, it's time to relax, but before we can do that, we have a surprise for you," Maria says when the last bit of breakfast is gone.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," she says, holding a square present wrapped in light blue floral wrapping paper before you. After reading the card with it, you thank Howard and Maria profusely before ripping the paper off.

Inside is a brand new Kindle, which is perfectly timed, seeing how your old one officially stopped working a few weeks ago after years of hard work. A smile from ear to ear lightens up your facial features, a surge of happiness swirling through your belly at the sight.

You've been saving up to get one, which was challenging between college fees, buying groceries, and paying for other necessities. But now, the saved-up money can go towards another goal, like a plane ticket to see your Mom in California.

"Thank you both so much!" you say before giving them a big hug and Tony a peck on his lips.

"And thank you for telling them, even though you knew I was saving up for it myself," you say with a raised brow, but Tony pulls you into his side and plants a big kiss on the crown of your head.

"You're welcome, Sunshine," he says, and with those words, all four of you relax because the weather is beautiful. From the bright blue sky to the inviting ocean water, from the laughter all over the beach to the little family sitting with you, your birthday couldn't get any better.

"Shall we go and swim, Sunshine?" Tony asks after finishing his book, and you put your Kindle aside so you can get ready to join him in the ocean.

"I'd love nothing more, My Love," you say, and you get up to pull your beach dress over your head - Tony's gaze locked onto every inch of exposed skin as you do.

"Ready?" you ask when you hold out your hand, and he grabs it, but instead of pulling himself up, he pulls you down before swinging you over his shoulder with a shriek, rumbling laughter coming from your boyfriend. You quickly give yourself over, and the feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs has you clenching them together, a wave of arousal going through your body.

Even though you and Tony get a few weird looks from some people on the beach, you don't care; instead, you enjoy every bit of attention he gives you. It's over too soon for your liking when he puts you down in the water, which is at chest height for you.

"Tony! You could've put me down sooner!" you scold him, but he doesn't listen. All he is focused on is the goosebumps erupting over your skin and the fact that your nipples are poking through your bikini. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth at the sight, and you shake your head when you realize what's going on.

"You're absolutely unbelievable, you know that?" you say as you walk over to him. He quickly lifts you up, so you wrap your arms and legs around him so you won't fall into the water, instead hanging onto him like a koala bear.

"I mean, how can I not take a look when my girlfriend looks this fucking good? I know you bought this flimsy fabric you call a swimsuit to tease me, isn't that right?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you hide your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment.

"It's okay, Sunshine; I'm not saying I mind," he says before planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as he walks you further into the water. Once he's far enough to be covered to his chest, you lift your head again, and you realize you're far enough away from everyone to tease him a little bit more.

One of your hands slides down Tony's body before moving between your bodies, and you palm his already half-hard cock through his shorts. A soft groan leaves his lips at the feeling of your long, slender fingers rubbing over his length.

"You're such a fuckin' tease," he says as you squeeze him as well, lust taking over his eyes.

"It's only fair after what you did to me this morning, sliding in your delicious, thick cock into my tight pussy, only to take it away and feed it to me instead," you whisper in his ear, a mischievous smile spreading on your face. As you pull away, you see Tony's cheeks turning bright red, and that's when you know your plan worked.

"But if you'll be a good boy for me tonight, I might have some mercy on you and let you cum more than once. There's nothing else I'd rather have than your cum, after all. In my mouth, on my face, or these tits, maybe even covering my sweet, dripping pussy," you say, and Tony is sure he is about to combust right then and there.

"S-Sunshine," Tony whimpers, and you already know he's close. Once you decide to have some mercy on him, seeing how you're hidden away enough, no one can see what the two of you are doing.

"Yes, My Love?" you ask with faux innocence, but the already fucked out look on Tony's face tells you all you need to know. He's about to cum, and it's a sight for sore eyes.

"Is my Puppy about to cum? Are you that desperate to cum, that you can't even wait until we're back in the hotel room? You don't fuckin' care who sees, do you? All you care about is whether or not you get to cum," you ask, and Tony nods furiously as he tries to hold back the moans that are threatening to escape.

"Say it, Puppy, say it, and I'll let you cum," you almost growl, your hand letting go of his cock just long enough to pull it out his swim shorts, your hand now freely rubbing his rock-hard shaft.

"P-please, Mommy, wanna cum," he croaks out, and you decide to go easy on him this time, though the fact that he called you Mommy definitely didn't go unnoticed by you, only adding to your arousal too. To have your boyfriend turn into a babbling, moaning mess of a man gives you a surge of pleasure like you've never felt before.

"Cum!" you order, and he does precisely that as he buries his face in your neck, muffling the moans leaving his lips. He's trembling as you milk his cock for every last drop of cum, all while comforting him by running your long fingernails over his scalp.

"You're such a good boy; you did so well for Mommy," you whisper before carefully tucking him back into his swim shorts. A lovesick look has taken over his features, as he's looking at you with the biggest heart eyes you've ever seen.

"I love you, Tony, more than I can explain right now," you tell him before capturing his lips with yours. Tony's arms glide over your waist to pull you close against his body, your tongues mingling at a slow pace, and you soon fall into a small make-out session together.

As you're wrapped up in each other, you barely hear a group of teenagers yell 'Get a room!' but you don't care. As long as you're with Tony, you don't care about anything or anyone else. With him by your side, nothing can happen.

"I love you, Sunshine, and I promise to make up for what I did earlier to you," he says before kissing your cheek softly. Now, it's your turn to blush, and Tony can't help but chuckle at the sight. You both have the same effect on one another, and Tony finds it very endearing.

Shall we go back for some more reading? I'm starting to prune up over here, and my tattoos do not look good when wrinkled!" you joke, and he nods before taking your hand and leading you back to the beach.

You decide to get settled in the shade to reapply some more sunscreen while Tony is sitting in the sun, his skin glowing. You cannot stop looking at him, and it's only when Maria nudges your shoulder that you realize she's talking to you.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say something?" you ask, and Maria lets out a loud burst of laughter, making Tony look back at what's happening. You flash a sweet smile, and he winks over his sunglasses before perching them back on his nose and returning to his book.

"I asked if you're enjoying yourself, but I believe I know the answer already," she jokes, and Howard chuckles beside her. The deep red blush on your cheeks only spreads further at her comment, but she decides to leave it.

After a lovely day at the beach, it's time for your birthday dinner. You opted to wear a beautiful floral dress combined with white heels, your hair in a sleek ponytail, and light makeup. As you leave the bathroom, Tony is waiting for you with a massive bouquet of red roses in one hand and a small present in the other.

"Happy birthday, Sunshine; I got you a rose for every year you've been alive," he tells you as he extends his arm with the roses. The butterflies in your stomach go absolutely wild at the sight of them. You always knew Tony was very romantic, but this is his sweetest gesture so far.

"Thank you so much, My Love, they're beautiful!" you say as you take them from him and put them in some water, seeing how he also brought a vase to put them in.

"They're nothing compared to your beauty tonight, Sunshine," he whispers as he pulls you against his chest. Because you're wearing heels, you're almost the same height, making it even easier for him to kiss you right now.

"But I have one more surprise for you before we head to dinner," he says, extending the box in his hand as he tells you about it. It's a small, square box wrapped in beautiful black velvet, and as you open it, you find a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a sun hanging from it.

"Turn it over," he whispers, and you do. On the back are the words 'You are my Sunshine,' your breath hitches as you look at it. It's a beautiful piece of jewelry, and you cannot wait to wear it tonight.

"Put it on me?" you ask, and he nods before taking it out and putting it on. His fingers softly graze your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. The pendant falls right above your breasts, and your fingers graze over it as it does.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, and Tony couldn't agree more.

"It is, and you are too, Sunshine. I'm the luckiest man on earth to have fallen in love with you," he says before kissing you, your mouths gliding together like they're made for one another. When you deepen the kiss, you hear a knock on your door, and you pull away with a sigh.

"We're coming!" you say before grabbing your purse and heading out the door. You meet Howard and Maria in the hallway before heading to dinner. During said dinner, you and Tony only had eyes for one another, and as soon as it was over, you two rushed back to your hotel room, knowing what was about to happen. Tony will ruin you in every way possible, and you do not want to wait longer than you must.

As soon as your hotel room door locks behind you, Tony's hands are all over you, and your dress soon finds its way to the floor. The second he finds out you weren't wearing a bra this entire time, he lets out a deep groan as he pushes you against the wall after pulling you up and letting you wrap around him.

"That's it, Sunshine, I'm gonna ruin you tonight," he breathes out as he sucks hickies onto your throat, his hard cock rolling against your dripping pussy, the soaked fabric of your panties rubbing against your throbbing clit only adding to your arousal.

"P-please," you beg softly, and Tony's fingers dig harder into your thighs, his teeth nibbling in the skin of your shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.

"So good for me, Sunshine, such a good girl for me," Tony groans as the edge of his orgasm creeps closer and closer by the second. Your sounds and how your body responds to him have his mind reeling.

"M close, Sunshine, fuck! Gonna cum for you so hard," he pants out, and with a loud moan, your head falls back, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling on the roots as your orgasm washes over you together with Tony's. While Tony buries his face in your neck as he keeps rutting up, working you both through your shared orgasm.

Tony carefully puts you down as you're both still panting, both of your bodies already sweaty from your first orgasm, and Tony is planning on taking his time with you tonight. Make you fall apart on his mouth, his finger, and last but not least, his cock. He will ruin you tonight because that's what a birthday girl deserves.

"You're doin' so well for me, Sunshine, such a good girl," he whispers in your ear, and your eyes flutter closed at the praise, your knees barely able to keep you upright after the force behind the orgasm Tony just gave you.

"C'mon, let's get you onto the bed," he says as he walks you to the king-size bed in the middle of the room. As soon as the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you let yourself fall on it with a soft thump, but before you do anything else, you're working on opening his pants, wanting to lick up every last drop of his cum.

"Hmm, we're a bit cock hungry today, huh?" he says in a teasing tone, and you nod in response. Even though he hasn't gotten hard yet after his last orgasm, you still want to taste him, softness be damned. As soon as his pants fall on the floor, you're met by the sight of his bare cock covered in cum, and you can tell there has been a lot, even after the orgasms from this morning and in the sea this afternoon.

You let out a content hum at the sight, your tongue immediately licking off every drop from his shaft and tip, and Tony whimpers as you do it, though he still enjoys every second despite the overstimulation he feels right now. After you've cleaned the bottom and his balls, too, you're all done and looking up at Tony with a satisfied smile.

"Does my good girl want to cum again?" he asks, and you nod furiously, a thousand scenarios going through your head as to what could be coming next. He lifts your head with an index finger under your chin as he leans down, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue while you share a kiss.

"I want you to sit on my face, Sunshine, and I'm gonna eat you out until you've cum at least twice after the stunt you've pulled this afternoon," he whispers, and your eyes grow wide at the thought of Tony eating your pussy as you rut on his face. That, combined with the scruff on his cheeks, has you whimpering softly at the thought alone.

Before you know it, Tony is completely bare on the bed, your panties thrown to the side, his tongue dipping into your entrance, and playing with your clit until you're a squirming mess on top of him. Your fingers dig into the headboard to ground yourself as you roll your hips over his face, and the scruff of his beard gives you some of the most delicious beard burns you've ever felt.

"T-Tony, 'm close," you babble out, seeing how not many consistent words are leaving your lips. He has reduced you to a moaning, babbling mess, and that's all he could ask for. He groans against your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs even harder when you're close. With another loud moan, you fall over the edge as Tony sucks his clit into your mouth, and you're trembling uncontrollably.

You don't get the chance to climb off after your orgasm, though, because he promised you two orgasms before he would even think about stuffing you with his cock, and that's exactly what he'll do. With the same enthusiasm, he keeps licking and sucking, nursing on your clit until you're an overstimulated mess, squirming on his face until a second, less violent orgasm washes over you. Overstimulation has never felt this good before.

"You've been a good girl for me, Sunshine; having you cum on my face like that has me so fucking hard again for you," he groans as he practically yanks you down his body until you're straddling his lap. The fact that he manhandles you in whichever way he wants always has your mind reeling, and you can never get enough of it.

"Hold on a moment, Sunshine. I need to get—" is all he can say before you can stop him.

"P-please, not this time," you whimper as you grab his hand. After you had a taste of him sliding in bare this morning, you want more. You got a slice of heaven, and now you never want to return, even if it's just for one more time.

"Are you sure, Sunshine? I won't do it if you're unsure you want to. Your safety comes first for me," he says as he makes you look into his eyes, his brows furrowed as he looks at you.

"Y-yes, 'm sure," you whisper, and he cannot say no to you. However, if he does, he will ensure he is on top to pull out before he's too late. He doesn't want any accidents, seeing how he's far from willing to have a baby.

"M'kay, just lay on your back for me, and I will take care of you, Sunshine. But I'll only do it this once because the birthday girl deserves nothing but the best," he tells you before laying you on your back, your hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo.

"You look like an angel now, the most beautiful angel I've ever seen," he tells you, and a blush creeps over your cheeks as he does. His fingers slowly commit every inch of your soft skin to memory, his eyes looking into yours as if staring into your soul.

"I love you, My Love," you whisper, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You're so beautiful to him, and he cannot wait to slide in bare again; the feeling of your warm walls encasing his cock is absolute heaven, and he has been hooked ever since doing it this morning - but he knows he shouldn't get too lost in it.

"Are you ready, Sunshine? 'M gonna take my sweet time with you now because I don't want to cum too soon. I want to take my time to commit every single whimper, every single movement, and every inch of you to memory," he says between kisses on your jaw and throat, and you nod.

"I need you to be quiet for me, Sunshine. As much as I love it when you fall apart on my cock, I want this moment to be just for you and me, alright?" he asks, and you nod again.

His hand is wrapped around his cock as he lines it up with your entrance, slowly pulling in as your jaw goes slack, brows furrowing as he slides in inch by inch, your tight, warm walls enveloping him completely as it feels like he's sliding home. He's going to take his time with you, and he plans to make you fall apart at least once before even thinking about himself.

"God, you're perfect for me; you feel so fucking good," he whispers before bottoming out, a deep groan leaving his chest when he does. You moan softly against his shoulder, muffling your sounds because he wants to share this special moment just with you.

He sets a slow, sweet pace, thrusting in and out of you at an almost torturous pace. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags in and out of you at the same slow pace, the pleasure building gradually until you're on edge, soft moans tumbling from your lips each time.

"Cum for me, Sunshine, cum for me, and I will make you feel so fucking good afterward," he says as his thumb makes contact with your swollen clit, and his lips crash down on yours to swallow your moans as you cum, and Tony's hand wraps around the bottom of his cock to ensure he won't come so soon.

"That's it, Sunshine, take my cock like you're made for it," he growls as he works you through your orgasm, his building rapidly as well. With the way you look as you cum on his cock, the way you're squirming underneath him as his thumb is pressed against your clit, and the way you milked his cock so perfectly.

"M close, Sunshine, 'm so fuckin' close right now," he says as he thrusts in a couple more times, and before it's too late, he quickly pulls out, and you whimper at the loss of him inside you. Still, he shouldn't have waited for another second - his cum spurting onto your puffy folds and on your mound, painting you beautifully with every last drop of his white gold.

"Fuck," he murmurs to himself at the sight, and he quickly scoots down before spreading your thighs and licking up every last drop he possibly can, groaning at the taste of your combined arousal before capturing your mouth in a mindbending kiss, his cum easily given to you from his tongue.

Your hands fly into his hair as you taste it, pulling him impossibly closer as you melt into his touch. You're completely spent after all the orgasms he pulled from you, leaving you more satisfied than you ever thought could be possible.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. I'm going to run a bath for us so that we can relax your muscles, okay?" he asks, and you nod, even though you don't want him to leave quite yet. It feels too good to be held by him. After one peck on your lips, he quickly gets the bath ready while he cleans himself up as well, his cock sensitive from all the sex you two had today.

Not even 10 minutes later, the bath is drawn, and your boyfriend picks you up before he carries you to the bath bridal style.

"There you go, Pretty Girl, just relax for me," he whispers as he gets in as well, pulling you so that you're straddling him, your back against his chest. You sigh as you melt against him, his fingers softly massaging your sore limbs.

"Did you have fun today?" he asks, and you nod. You're feeling very sleepy, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep in his arms, but he doesn't mind. You need the rest after what he did to you today. It turned out to be the best birthday you have ever celebrated, and it will be difficult for him to top it in years to come.

"I love you and cannot wait to start a family with you one day. Get married, have as many babies as possible, and maybe we will have two boys and two girls," he whispers with a smile. The two of you haven't been together long yet, but he has thought about it. He wants to grow old with you and lead the life he has always dreamt of with you.

"But first, I'll have to propose to you. I cannot wait until that day is here," he sighs softly, thinking about how he will do it. Though that day may not be here anytime soon, he sure wants to put a ring on your finger to show everyone you're his. What a glorious day that will be, he thinks before closing his eyes and letting the bath's warmth sink into his bones.

But of course, life doesn't always go as planned, as you will find out soon.

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inkedberries · 1 year

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tsumiki’s baby with his uncles

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #no powers au #i guess????#itadori yuuji #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna #fushiguro tsumiki #fushiguro megumi #my art #fanart #idk why but i havent posted this here yet lmao

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Pisces

Pairing: Namor x Fem!Reader x Attuma

Synopsis: This is a No Powers AU. Namor and Attuma are renowned businessmen who built business empire around the globe. As best friends and business partners, they share everything, and that include you.

While on his business trip, Namor’s attention shifts toward his business empire and less on you. Feeling unloved and unneeded, you decide to runaway. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you other lover to seek after you and bring you back to them.

Word count: 8.2K

Warnings: smut with plot!! slight angst! Established poly relationship. Predator/prey play, praise kink, finger kink, fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, oral (male & female receiving), dom/sub undertone, spit roasting, cum eating/dumping

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You could feel his unyielding gaze on you even from this far out. His presence alone should intimidate anyone that came within his vicinity, after all, he had always been a presence unto himself. His height and build had always been overwhelming to many, especially by the way he was carrying himself.

The man was close to 6’5” and built like a tank with broad shoulders and chest. His waist and legs were thick with muscles. He could easily be mistaken for an athlete, and it wasn’t so far off either.

Attuma was a businessman through and through despite his past with Talokan’s Elite Special Forces. You came into his life after he retired, so you didn’t know much about what exactly he did. You just knew that the man served his country well, and now he’s working on his own thing.

Perhaps it was why he’s renowned for running his business like his battlefield–ruthless and unyielding. His tactic has always been aggressive–an all-for-nothing sort of way that drives his competitors up the wall, which was unlike Namor who was more cautious and guarded.

But that was how it made them the perfect team.

Attuma’s gaze burned you in a way that you couldn't explain–it was awakening something primal inside that both were terrifying and exhilarating. He was looking more and more like a predator the way his deep, brown eyes bore down on you. His jet-black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail as he leaned his massive frame against the marble column inside the luxury boutique. He was sucking on a lollipop as he was eyeing you.

The all-black suit did nothing to hide his impeccable biceps and the massive plane of his chest. No one dared to question him or what the hell he was doing because they knew who he was, and everyone knew to mind their own business when he showed up. The septum piercing was a dead giveaway, but it was also the aura that he was emitting as well that everyone just knew he was the owner of the whole damn place.

A smile spread across your face as you weaved through the crowded boutique. Attuma shook his head in warning. Despite his relaxing composure, you know exactly what that means.

No games. It was time to go.

You wanted to play—you craved the thrill, primarily when Attuma got all worked up.

You haven’t seen him for almost a week since Namor brought you along for his business trip here in America. Being all cooped up alone in the hotel room by yourself was making you antsy. It didn’t help that Namor was so focused on his work that he barely spent any time with you, so now that you were out and about, it was only natural to want to seek a little thrill–y’know, giving him a little taste of what it feels like to be left all alone.

Attuma loved the little game of cat and mouse. It drove him crazy whenever he had gotten a chance to just let himself lose. He knew the instance when you began to walk away from him with that little smile on your face. It wasn’t the first time that you act up, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last either.

As you took a step back, he took a huge step forward, pushing through the crowd. He knew that goddamn look, and he knew he had to work for it.

A quick dial on his phone and Namor picked up the call at the first ring.

“[I found our Birdy, but we’re going to run a little later than planned. She wants to play.]”

Namor grumbled knowingly, throwing the document across his desk. He could feel his head throbbing, trying to figure out what the hell he wants to do with you. He understood that he wasn’t great at keeping you happy or entertained. On the other hand, you needed to stop acting like a brat. His patient could only go so far.

“[You’re enabling her.]”

“[Well, you should have thought of that when you brought her here and left her in the hotel room all by herself. You could have waited for me. You know how she gets when you don’t give her enough attention. But what do I know?]”

Sarcasm drenched his tone as continued to follow you. Attuma could feel his friend rolling his eyes even through the phone. If no one was going to say, he would. He had no problem with that.

“[That is not my point.]”

“[My point is, you pissed her off, and she takes it out on me, and it ends up being me doing all the work just trying to get her back. Have you ever stopped and considered that perhaps she needs you, which is why she acted this way? We agree on this that we will try to make this work together, but you just can’t keep doing to her, K’uk’ulkan.]”

Namor fell silent. He knew how you could get when you don’t get your way, especially when he doesn’t let you do anything you want. The past couple of days had been hectic for him, and he admitted that his busy schedule made him spend less time with you…It still didn’t justify the way you act up though. The bratty behavior needed to stop, and the fact that Attuma let you get your way all the time was unacceptable.

They knew that you know the sort of power you have over them, and how much you love to abuse it, knowing full well that they can’t say no to you. They may be in control when it comes to sex, but at the end of the day, it was you who held all the power over them in the palm of your well-manicured hands. Even if Namor had always been stern with you, he still let your behavior slip 9 times out of 10.

Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed in defeat.

“No funny business, Attuma. Do not drag this little game of yours for more than 20 minutes. Or I will kick you out of the suit together,” he warned.

A sarcastic laugh left his lips, making the people inside the boutique stare at him, but Attuma didn’t care. It was almost comical in a way that Namor’s love for control seeped into their everyday lives. As nonchalant as Attuma could be, sometimes, he asserted his own authority over his friend as well, especially when it comes to you.

He knew what was at stake here. Under normal circumstances, Attuma would take his sweet time, dragging out the little game until you were too exhausted to run from him. But now, he had to put in the effort to actually catch you. The little cat and mouse game has just gotten interesting, and here he thought this little trip was boring. It brought him back to his time as Talokan’s soldier.

“15 minutes is all I need. Also, fucking get something to make it up to her. I can only do so much. If you love her, do something about it.”

Namor had already gone ahead and ordered all the made-up gifts and flowers, even dinner reservation for the three of them at a three-Michelin star restaurant that you have always loved. He was going all out on his apology. Of course, that would come after the little punishment, of course.

“And one other thing. I owned that fucking hotel. You can’t lock me out of my damn property, you jerk.” Attuma hung up before his friend could utter anything, leaving Namor exasperated and annoyed.

You watched from a distance as Attuma placed his phone in his suit pocket. You knew who he was calling. The look he was giving you now was a complete 180. He wasn’t in the mood to play with his food anymore–no, he was going in for the kill, and you knew your time starts now.

Without any hesitation, you took off. There was zero chance that you could beat him in this little chase. You were set up for failure too many times to count, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Perhaps this once, you can outrun him.

Weaving through the rush of people, you looked back to find Attuma walking–no, he wasn’t walking. That damn man was stalking you with the look of a starved predator. His stride widened, and each time he took a step forward, he seemed to gain another foot or so closer to you. It was like you made no progress at all.

Damn his long legs, you muttered under your breath as you continued to run.

You turned right, then left, hoping to throw him off his game. This was a luxury mall after all, there was no way he could just breeze past the patrons without causing any issues, you thought to yourself as you turned left.

There was fucking way he can catch you now that you have thrown him off with all the turns.

Your legs were burning as you tried to pull air into your lungs. Your blood was practically pounded inside your eardrums the faster you were going. Every ounce of you was buzzing with adrenaline. It felt like it was not going to end, but your hope swells when you find the exit. There was a twinkling of hope shining dimly. The victory was so close that you could almost taste it on your tongue. Just a couple of more feet and you would win.

Your hand grasped the handle of the door and yanked it open.

But nothing.

Your heart felt like it dropped to the pit of your stomach as you tried to yank the door open again, not daring to look behind you.

Nothing.

Anxiety bubbled up inside of you when the realization finally dawned on you. You finally turned around in hopes to make it out of this section at least before Attuma got there, but it was too late. He was already there, leaning against the wall, sucking on that God-forsaken lollipop as if he hadn't just dashed through the crowd to get here.

Not a single hair on his head was out of place, and not a single drop of sweat poured down his face. The man was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. This place was his playground, and he knew every entrance like it was the back of his hand. Your chance of running away for less than 1% the moment he entered here.

“Alright, Lil Birdy. The Big Fish is getting impatient, so we have to go back before he gets mad at us.”

“You haven’t won yet,” you pointed out. There was a fire in your eyes, and he loved that a lot. A woman who was as fierce as you deserves only the best challenge he could give you.

You sized him up, walking slowly closer to the opposite wall, creating enough distance that you could just bolt right past him. As long as he hasn't physically captured you yet, you still have a chance to win. All you had to do was sprint past him.

Yes. That was it.

And as if Attuma had read your thought, he took a small step closer. His larger body looms close to you. He was built like a goodman fortress, so to get past him, meant you had to be quicker than him.

“Sweetheart, no funny business, remember. Acting bratty with me will only get you into more trouble.” There was a warning in his eyes as he slowly approached you, but of course, you took off, or at least you tried to.

A pair of strong arms wound around your waist as your body was being hauled back. Before you knew it, your world was being turned upside down. A loud, surprised yelp left your lips as you found yourself being slung over his shoulder. You tried to flail your arms, hitting him, smacking at his ass or whatever part of you can reach, but Attuma just laughed as he smacked your ass in return.

“How many times have I told you that you can’t win at this kind of game?”

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you let out a whining noise as you flailed in his arms. Attuma didn’t seem to be bothered by it as he stood there, waiting for the staff to unlock the entrance doors for him.

“You cheated.”

“It is simply an aggressive tactic, that is all.”

“Still cheated,” you whined, pursing your lips as you continued to wiggle over his shoulder.

A large blacked-out car pulled up at the entrance. Its door had already opened by the time Attuma put you down and ushered you inside.

“And you are still a brat,” he muttered as he sat beside you.

You were more annoyed and frustrated at this point as Attuma sat there quietly, not even bothering to look at you. You crossed your arms and looked the other way. If he wants to play this game, you can do the same too.

“Why are you always taking it out on me whenever Namor pisses you off?” Attuma finally asked after some time.

His tone was light, but there was a heavy undertone to it. Perhaps annoyance…or worst hurt. You couldn’t help but look at him for a long moment. You knew exactly what he meant. It seemed like you always went to him whenever your other love upset you. Attuma has always been your rock now that you think about it.

He was the first to approach you and the first to court you between the two. You only met Namor because Attuma introduced you to him, so why have you always treated him this way? Was it because he never showed you anger or resentment? Or was it because of something else? Your love for him was as equal as your love for Namor, but why has it always been him that you always take your attitude on?

“I don’t know,” you admitted after some time. The answer didn’t satisfy you or him, and you were fully aware of it. “Maybe because I know you would come looking for me?”

He didn’t look at you. He didn’t often express his anger or hurt around you, but it often showed up in his attitude and action. Like for this instance: his silence.

He was often boisterous and loud when someone else pissed him off. Oftentimes, he acted on his urges, but with you though, it always ended in silence as if he was holding himself back as if he didn’t want to scare you off.

You said sorry to him. This time you place your hand on his cheek so that he could look at you. His expression was still unreadable, but then again, you could never read him when he doesn’t want you to.

You slowly perched yourself up on the seat, so that you were looking at him at the same eye level. He had gone ahead and pulled up the partition so whatever you two were doing in the backseat of the SUV wouldn��t be known to the driver, but it was still nothing.

“I just know you will be there, that’s why I keep doing it. If Namor won’t come after me, I know you would…That was enough for me to know that at least I have you, so if you’re still mad at me, now it’s a good time to push me away,” you said softly.

Your breath brushed against his lips, making them tingle slightly. Attuma was still silent, except that his eyes were bored into yours with an interest now. Those deep, earthy brown eyes of his seemed to melt as your words finally sank into his head.

“To be quite honest with you, I am more hurt about it than angry at you.”

His words made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You stared up at him and felt the worst possible emotion. There was no playfulness in his tone, which made you even more guilty.

“I am the worst, aren’t I?”

Attuma sighed as he noticed your tearful gaze. Oh fuck, he really hated it when you cried. You really didn’t mean to, but when you think about all the times you caused all the trouble, you realized that you were being unfair to him.

“You’re not…I just spoil you too much and let you get your way too often,” he sighed. “I just wish you would treat me less of a punching bag, and more of your partner…Can you do that for me moving forward?”

You nodded.

“I need you to say it,” he whispered against your lips, brushing them almost feathery that making your skin prick with goosebumps.

“I can. For you, anything.”

“Good girl.” Attuma leaned in, kissing your forehead first before capturing your lips.

It wasn’t a hot kiss that you often shared, but something softer, more intimate than your usual antics with him. It felt more like a reassuring kiss–something along the lines of him validating his words and feeling for you.

Attuma felt it in his bones when his lips moved against yours, creating a soft friction that he has been craving since he arrived here. The slow, tantalizing kiss soon melted into a heated one, filled with needs and fervor that burned you to the core.

Your body buzzed as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Every ounce of uncertainty seemed to melt away as the kiss deepened. Soon, you find his large body covering yours. Heavy and hot. His lips were soft yet demanding. There was just enough pressure and suction as his lips rubbed against yours. His tongue caresses your lips before he nipped your lower lips just before he drew it in to gently suck on it.

Your hands clung onto his massive back. Your hips moved on their own as you were rubbing your aching pussy against his thick thigh, hoping and wishing that the thick muscles of his thigh were enough to sate your throbbing pussy.

You were breathless and panting as excitement coursed through your vein like liquid fire. Your hands were everywhere–fingers dug into his thick back, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath your palms every time he moved.

His mouth slid along the column of your throat, lips grazed over the thrumming flutter of your pulse and along your jaws. Attuma paused at your ear. You could feel his warm, wet breath brushing against the shell as words spilled out of his mouth, full of sweetness and promise of never letting you go. Even through the haze of your arousal, you knew he was speaking the truth.

His fingertips sought out the buttons of your blouse. His lips found the center of your collarbones before his mouth traveled down to the space between the valley of your breasts. He lingered there longer, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His large palms cupped and kneaded through your bra like he hadn’t touched you in ages.

The thing about Attuma that you loved the most was his devotion to your pleasure. He had always put you first above all else. Every touch was meant to bring you closer to your release. He had never asked too much in return, yet you always make sure to reciprocate the same love he had given you.

Attuma went lower still. His dexterous fingers made quick work on your jeans, pulling them off you easily. He could have torn the things to pieces, but he refrained. There was no use of brute strength here.

Soft, mewling sounds slipped past your lips as your body succumbed to the soft pleasure that slowly built up inside of you. Your legs fell apart easily once Attuma tossed your jeans over his shoulder. Then his mouth bored down upon your flesh once more. Soft and wet, licking and sucking, stroking every nerve ending in your body, devouring you alive.

His low, deep guttural moans were like quiet words whispered against your skin. When he delved his thick finger inside you, you felt your body being consumed by the fire he set. Your body easily molded into whatever shape he wanted, yet he had never asked for more than what you have given him.

It was a slow and tortuous touch, yet you opened up to him, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. Attuma slipped another thick finger inside you, and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved slowly at first, dragging out the sweet and delicious friction that you longed for. Your hips bucked upward as he pushed them all the way to his knuckle until your juices leaked out and rolled down till they pooled under your ass.

Pleaded words left your lips as he continued to administer his slow, and desirous torture.

His thumb pressed firmly against your small bundle of nerves, circling it and rubbing it until your legs started to shake. Pathetic whimpers left your lips as you clung to him with all of your might. No longer was the feeling of resentment and anger, and instead, your heart was filled with love and adoration that this man simply could give you with simply by his touch alone. You came not too long, but you didn’t let yourself catch any breath.

Attuma found himself being pushed back as you made quick work of his zipper. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He was so hard and so ready for you. You gave him a tentative stroke from base to tip. You eyed him, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched at the friction you have given him.

With your hand gripping his broad shoulders, you lifted yourself up and lined the tip of his cock against your opening before you slowly sank down onto his shaft.

Soft gasps slipped through his lips as the sensation of being enveloped by your warm, wet heat slowly consumed him. No matter how many times he had taken you, it always felt like it was the first. His length and girth had always intimidated you, even now, after years of being together, you were still unnerved by him.

You could only grunt as you slowly lift your hips up before slowly sinking down on him again. Each time you moved, you felt like you were about to split apart. Attuma stretched you out so deliciously that you felt like your mind was splitting. It was hard to concentrate on anything else when your mind was trying to focus on pleasing him.

As you began to find your pace, Attuma’s patience was running out as well. Without a word, his hands grasped your hips, holding you still as he began to piston his hips upward, driving himself deeper and after into you.

No noise came out of your mouth as he drove into you with such vigor. It was too overwhelming and just too much that you couldn’t think of anything else except for the way his cock was practically splitting you apart. Every time he slammed you back onto him, you felt like you were going to bust right then and there.

Of course, it didn’t take long for you to come. Your body convulsed and spasmed in his arms. It took you a while to realize that he hadn’t come yet. You pushed back and looked at him, but of course, you noticed that the car had come to a halt.

Your eyes were still bleary. Your skin was still feverish of the way your lover had made you feel. Attuma’s gaze was still burning into you. His arousal was still prominent against your thigh. You know the moment you leave this car and make your way up the hotel, you will be punished.

“Time to face your music, Little Bird. You can’t keep running away from your problems forever.”

You sighed. He was right. It was childish to even do the thing that you do, but you wanted attention from them, so it was the only thing you could think of at that moment.

You took his hand in surrender. It was time to face the music.

You ended up staying in Attuma’s suit instead of Namor’s.

Your nervous energy was far too palpable that Attuma didn’t have the heart to let you face Namor immediately. His friend could wait some more. After all, it was his fault that you did what you did. It was a reminder for both of them that you cannot be controlled and tied down, and that if you wish to leave, they cannot stop you from doing so. It was a reality check for the two men and a greater one for Namor.

His way of loving you was perhaps a bit more extreme than Attuma's.

He had always had a sense of overprotectiveness over you to the point where it becomes smothering at times. He knew that his career often gets in the way of his life too. He’s managing multiple businesses globally. It was difficult to balance work and life altogether. There was no doubt about how much you meant to him, and he was confident that you could hold your own as well, but he understood that even the strongest person needed support, and he couldn’t be there.

Stepping outside the bathroom, you sighed constantly as you wrapped your body with a soft plush bathrobe. Your nerves seemed to relax a bit more, but of course, once you looked up, you found your heart sank.

Attuma was sitting on one of those large, plush sofas, looking at you with an unreadable expression once again. On his left stood your other lover, dressing in a deep navy suit, looking at you with a stern expression.

Though Namor was not as tall as Attuma, his presence was his own. There was a regal air about him, almost like an air of authority. His presence commanded attention. His words commanded respect. No one ever dared to speak over him, and most important of all, no one ever dared to disrespect him.

You couldn’t tell which one he was feeling at the moment by the way those brown eyes bored you. You didn’t know if he was mad, annoyed, or disappointed. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him. No words had uttered out of his mouth, yet you knew what they were going to be.

Silence lingered inside the room. The quietness was almost deafening and the tension made the air thick, almost unbreathable. You waited, but nothing as the silence continued to stretch out further. Your first thought was to run to Attuma because you knew he would comfort you, but all sense of rationality seemed to slip out of your mind when Namor took a few steps toward you. His deep, brown eyes bored into you with an unreadable expression. The heaviness in the room only grew heavier once he was in front of you, intercepting your path and preventing you from reaching Attuma. You halted immediately as you stumbled backward, clearly surprised by his sudden movement.

A gasp slipped out of your lips when you found his thick strong arm snaking around your waist, caging you and holding you close to him. Heat radiated off his body, flooding your nostrils with nothing but his deep, masculine cologne–the one that you gifted him. His eyes bored into you with an intensity that made you want to crawl under the cover.

Blood rushed to your face as you struggled to look him in the eyes, so you cast your gaze elsewhere, but Namor would have none of that. He grabbed you by the nape of your neck and force you to look at him. You could smell the sweetness on his breath when he exhaled. The warm heat tickled your skin, making your nerves buzz and hum.

Your mouth went dry in an instant as you tried to swallow. Whatever you planned to say to him seemed to dissolve the moment he touched you, and it scared you the fact that Namor had such power over you.

“Why did you leave me?”

His voice came out like a soft tremor, making your body hum with anticipation. Namor knew the reason already. It was more than obvious. He just wanted you to say it out loud.

He knew he fucked up on his part, and there was no amount of gifts or apology that could remedy what he had done. He just wanted to know why you always do this–making him some sort of a bad guy. He was not perfect, and he tried to be the best partner he could be for you. He wasn’t as attentive to your needs as Attuma was, and he knew that. He wanted to be better. He would have given you the whole damn world you wanted because that’s the kind of man he was.

At the same time though, you were the only person on this Earth that knew how to push every single one of his buttons. He wasn’t sure whether your defiance came from your attention deprivation or not, but he didn’t appreciate being tested and questioned all the damn time.

“You know why,” you answered. You were surprised by how small your voice sounded. Your hands shook from your nerves as you tried to hold his gaze. Those deep brown eyes felt like a fortified fortress, hardened and unyielding–almost unforgivable the way they could just pierce into the depth of your soul without realizing it.

Namor wasn’t happy with your answer, and you knew this by the way his grip got a little firmer than before, making you gasp in an instant. You could almost taste his breath on your tongue as he closed in the distance.

“I want you to say it.”

“Why should I? You’ve never had to justify yourself whenever you do something wrong, so why should I do that?”

Attuma’s lips quirked, trying to hide his smirk at your defiance. Only you could speak such works to Namor, and Attuma was quite amused by that. As a matter of fact, he was so proud of you for standing up to Namor that it started to make him stiff all over again.

Namor let out a warning grunt as his eyes bored into you.

“You are in no position to demand anything from me, my love.” His fingers dug into your skin, almost imprinting his fingertips straight to your bones.

You winced at the dull pain as you continued to stare at him defiantly. You could feel his patience fraying the more you were egging him on, and it excited you in some way. You wanted him angry–hell, you wanted him to be furious, just anything to show that he cared or felt something for you.

“I think I do…and you know it too, dearest love of mine.”

Namor grunted and took a step back. He looked over Attuma, then at you. His expression soon shifted into something else entirely–something that you knew would make your knees weakened. He looked at you darkly. There was an underlying hunger that made you swallow thickly.

“Take off your robe,” he said firmly as he slowly took off his suit jacket. His dexterous fingers made quick work on his tie. His eyes were trained on you as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. You could see the way his arms flexed by the way the muscles strained and corded. The image made your core throb.

“Do not make me ask twice, in yakunaj,” he warned. His voice was firm, full of authority. “Attuma will not be able to help you now that you are here with me, so what’s it going to be?”

You stood there silently for a long moment, and the realization finally dawned on you once you let out a sharp exhale breath that you were holding your breath this whole time. Reluctantly, you took off the plush bathrobe, letting it fall off your shoulders and pooled by your feet. A cold shudder shot through your spine as cold air brushed against your naked form. Attuma looked at you with much interest now, eying your body from head to toe. He could feel his cock twitch at the way you were clamping your thighs together. He could clearly see the way your wetness slowly seeped out and rolled down your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek, caressing it almost so lightly that it made you shudder. “But being a good girl is not enough to get you off the hook with me, darling…What should I ever do with you?”

You stayed silent, but you could feel your body warm. Your pussy was throbbing to your frantic heartbeat as you stood there, wishing that he would punish you already. This drawn-out game wasn’t for you.

“I don’t know,” you answered. Your voice was no more than a whisper. Namor didn’t miss the tremor in your voice as his hand now cupped your face, pulling you ever closer to him.

Warm, wet breath brushed against your skin, awakening the carnal hunger that you have been yearning for.

“That’s not a good answer.”

You chewed on your lips momentarily, but he didn’t give you enough time to think when the next words left his lips.

“On your knees.”

You felt your stomach do a flip, and your first instinct was to turn and look at Attuma, but Namor’s hand was firm on your head, holding it there, allowing you to only look at him.

“You know what to do next. Do not make me spell it out for you.”

With trembling hands, you made quick work of unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. You noticed how much your fingers were trembling when you pulled his zipper down. You eyed him with a nervous look as you slid down his pants, and you were met with his bulge.

Namor’s hand was still stroking your face, watching you as you lowered his boxer brief.

Your hand gently wrapped around his half-hardened shaft, stroking it slowly in your hand. Namor clenched his jaw tightly, trying to hold in the little noise that threatened to leave his mouth as he stared down at you.

Attuma was watching both of you intensely. He could feel his cock aching and twitching in his pants as he sat there. When your mouth slowly closed around the head of Namor’s cock, more fire burst through his body, threatening to explode in his balls. His hand gripped around his bulge. He was so hard by the time you started to suck on Namor’s cock that he didn’t think he was able to walk or move.

“Ah..fuck, I love the way that mouth of yours feels,” Namor said with a deep, husky voice as he tipped his head back. His hips bucked forward, pushing himself further into your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. You love sucking on this cock, don’t you?”

You moaned onto his shaft as you replied. Your eyes never wavered from his.

Attuma eyed you closely as you slid up and down Namor’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins. He wasn’t as long or as thick as he was, but Attuma always found it arousing, watching the way Namor’s cock would stretch out your mouth, especially the way you struggle to breathe whenever his friend decides to fuck your little mouth. He couldn’t help but take out his own erection and started to stroke himself, wishing to feel the way your mouth felt on his cock too.

You rested your hand on Namor’s hips, fingers dug into the hard flesh of his muscled thighs as your head bobbed, trying to swallow his whole length. Namor groaned deeply in his chest when you pulled back and let his fat bulbous head slide out of your mouth. A string of saliva trailed down your chin before you swallowed him to the base again. Namor’s eyes shifted toward Attuma, who was watching tentatively, jerking his own cock off too as he was mesmerized by you.

You gagged a couple of times before you took a step back to catch your breath, your hand was still on his shaft, stroking and jerking him off, worshiping him like a god.

“Come here,” he said as he moved over to the large bed. You followed him, crawling on all four, giving a full view of your drenching and pussy to Attuma before you knelt in between Namor’s legs. Without a single word, he turned you over and laid you on your back. His palm kneaded your breast slowly as he eyed the other man, gesturing to come over.

“Come over here and eat her pussy,” he ordered Attuma.

Namor didn’t have to say it twice as the bigger man hastily stripped himself off of his clothing. His heavy erection was in hand as he crawled onto the large bed. You watched the way the mattress dipped below him as he slowly approached you like a hungry predator. The sight made your pussy clench and unclench as anticipation filled your veins. He was so hard and heavy, his cock was practically dragging over the mattress as he moved.

“Fuck her with your mouth until she can’t take it anymore,” Namor muttered against your skin. His fingers were around your stiff nipple, pulling at it and twisting it between his rough digits. “I want her to beg, you hear me?”

Attuma didn’t need any more urging. His mouth found your stomach first, kissing his way down your torso, nibbling at your soft skin along the way. He knelt in between your legs, draping each one over Namor’s thick thighs, spreading you even wider. You let out a soft moan when you felt his rough palm massaging your flesh. A warm, familiar heady feminine scent drifted up to his nostrils, and it made his mouth water.

“Ah fuck, such a pretty pussy you have, Lil Birdy. I always love playing with it. So pretty and so perfect for us.”

Your legs twitched and Attuma eyed Namor as he continued to tease your breasts, palming them in your hands, kneading them until the buds were stiff and almost painful.

Without a word, Attuma dipped his head, inhaling deeply, and ran his tongue over the slippery pussy. You jerked against him and sobbed softly. Your hand flew to his long, dark mane, fisting it in your hand. He licked again at your slippery folds, pressing a kiss and there, suckling on one side first, before suckling on the other. He kissed you higher before he finally pressed his mouth over your clit and kissed you there, sucking on the small bud until you were wreathing in Namor’s arms. Your clit pulsed against his lips and you gasped and tugged harder at his hair.

Attuma licked, and swallowed your juices, feeling the way your body shuddered below him. His tongue slipped between your slipper folds and dipped into your warm, inviting heat. He fucks you slowly with his tongue, thrusting shallowly into your tight holes.

Once he had enough, he pulled back slightly and pushed his thick fingers inside you, filling you and stretching you with them. He moaned deeply at the way your body clenched and closed in around his digit so hotly. Your moaning was only getting louder when he added his third finger, and his gaze was on Namor as he was attending to your breasts. His tongue once again found your clit as he continued to tease at the sensitive bud.

“Oh my God, please, please, please,” you panted. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please…”

“Not yet,” Namor said, smirking before shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Gone was your rationality as you suckle on his digits with desperation while Attuma was fucking you with his own fingers. He would want to make you come, but not yet. He wanted to draw this out as much as your body could.

Attuma licked some more, flicking at your clit before sucking on it with intent. Your hips lifted off the mattress, but with his vice-like grip, he held you there, sucking on you and drawing out your orgasm until your muscles tightened.

And when you felt like you could go over the edge, he would pull back, making you sob softly in Namor’s arms. It really was unfair, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

You were at their mercy after all.

It felt like an eternity when Attuma finally gave in, and let you come. Your body tightened to the point of pain. Heat rushed out of your body and poured out onto his tongue. His cock was throbbing almost too much now. His balls felt tight, and for a brief second, he thought he was going to come too. Breathing out his mouth, he managed to control his own.

Namor rubbed his face as he watched. His cock was aching and throbbing. What a wicked sight it was to watch you come undone by Attuma’s mouth. Something about watching you writhing and begging with your frantic sobbing really turned him into a different person.

Without a word, he rolled you over onto your stomach. He commanded Attuma to switch places with him while they gave you a brief moment to catch your breath.

“Attuma, move over in front of her,” Namore ordered. His voice was gruffed as he, himself, moved between your legs. His fingers stroke at your quivering pussy lazily, allowing your juice to coat his own fingers, which made you whine in response.

A smirk etched on his lips. It had always been Namor who did all the commanding and ordering around, and Attuma never had any issue with it–as a matter of fact, he enjoyed it. He didn’t have to think too much. He knew his role, and he liked the idea of just letting go and focusing more on your needs than anything else.

You looked up to find Attuma’s cock jutting up, almost brushing against your face. He was so much thicker and longer, and every time you sucked on his dick, you felt like your jaws were going to dislocate or some sort.

“Since Attuma worked hard today, you need to reward him too, darling. Make him come with just your mouth. I want to see the way his cock stretches you out and fills you up—show me what that pretty mouth can do, sweetheart,” he said as he spread your legs apart.

One hand gripped firmly at your hip, while the other lined the head of his cock at your entrance. He waited, watching you intensely as your mouth slowly closed in around Attuma’s thick, fat cock, and then he pushed his body into you, sheathing himself all the way to the base.

You responded with a muffled moan as the motion made your body surge forward, forcing you to swallow Attuma halfway through. You felt like you almost choked as tears rolled down your cheeks. It was too much, being filled at both ends. You felt like you could be torn apart at any moment as you tried to breathe through your nose.

Your jaws ached, and your pussy was quivering, on the verge of coming again from simply so overstimulated by the way your two lovers were giving to you.

Namo hissed at the way your pussy was clenching around him as he moved inside you, thrusting slowly at first. It didn’t take much resistance because of how dripping wet you were already.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned as spread you wider so he fuck you deeper. It was to the point where if he wasn’t holding onto you this firmly, you would have collapsed onto your stomach by now. “That’s right, make him come, baby. Suck on him like that,” he murmured almost incoherently.

“You love sucking on that cock so much, don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer as you tried to focus on pleasing Attuma.

Namor didn’t like that, so he bucked his hips a little too hard and made your body surge forward, taking a couple more inches of Attuma’s dick.

You let out a muffled whine before you let out a little, “Mmmmhmmm.”

“Hmmm, aren’t we lucky to have such a good girl being our little cockslut, Attuma?”

The other man grinned, flashing his dimples at you as he stroked your tear-stained cheeks.

“Yeah, we do. She’s always so good at being a hole for us to fuck—A-ah, fuck, Little Bird, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

You moaned before bobbing your head along his shaft quicker, hollowing your cheeks to create enough suction onto his cock. Your jaws were tired at this point. The sensation was fading between pleasure and pain.

Attuma’s breath quickened. He was fighting the urge to fuck your little mouth. Namor was watching him, noting the way Attuma’s hand was gripping his hair, bunching it into a tight fist. It wouldn’t be long. He was very close to his release.

“Keeping going, darling. Keep sucking on him. I want you to drink up all of his cum, you hear me?”

You moaned as best as you could as you continued to bob your head, sucking on him, stringing him up until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“At, fuck,” Attuma groaned as he came.

You could feel the warm, thick fluid shot down your throat, making you choke out.

Attuma watched you through the haze as your mouth left his dick, and a string of the thick fluid sputtered from your mouth and onto the mattress.

It was a messy affair as your face was marred with tears and cum. He didn’t think he could love you any more than he could, but every time he made a mess out of you, he just knew he wanted to spend the rest of your life with you, and one day watch you round and full with his babies.

Namor reached around under you and found your clit, which made you jump with his heated touch. He rubbed at it as he continued to plunge into you with an unforgivable force until you cried softly. Your pussy clenched and convulsed around him, and he knew you came.

He stayed there, kneeling with his dick still hard as a rock, plunging in and out of you more erratically now, using you to satisfy his need. Your body surged forward like a rag doll as Namor fucks you with intensity and vigor, sending heat from the base of his spine before it exploded outward as he poured himself into you, filling you until he was dripping out.

Namor let out a string of cursing that you didn’t understand as you lay there on your stomach, feeling so worn out and so spent. Your body felt boneless and heavy. Your nerves still hummed from pure electricity that coursed through you as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms that both of your men just gave you.

You could feel Attuma move from the mattress momentarily by the way his weight shifted off the large bed. He came back a few minutes later with a warm towel, wiping your face and lips before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Behind you, Namor moved to snuggle and spooned you. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he laid his cheek on your arm. His lips kissed whatever skin he could touch as you lay there, completely exhausted.

Attuma joined you a bit after, letting you lay your head on his broad chest.

“Promise us you won’t leave us again,” Namor murmured. His tone was softer now, almost lulling you to sleep.

“Hmmm,” was all you could say.

“You have to promise us,” Attuma added.

“I promise,” you said tiredly.

“Don’t you have anything else to say to her as well, K’uk’kulkan?”

The other man sighed and moved to rest his weight on his elbow so he could look at you.

“I’m sorry as well for not being a good lover to you. I promise that I will try to be better at attending to your needs.”

The words felt genuine, and you couldn’t help but shed a couple of tears as you looked at him. Namor leaned in and kissed the tears away.

“Thank you,” you said softly as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Well, now that you both are made up. Let me just take a little nap…the jet lag is killing me.”

Namor rolled his eyes before he laid back in bed. You, on the other hand, were rubbing Attuma’s chest in an effort to soothe him.

“Alright, big guy. Take a nap. You earned it,” you said cheekily.

Attuma only grunted before his noises were were slowly replaced by his deep snore. You and Namor soon found yourself passed out from exhaustion as well.

#namor x reader #attuma x reader #namor x you #attuma x you #namor imagine #attuma imagine #namor smut #attuma smut #mcu namor #mcu attuma #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you #kukulkan smut #Namor x reader x Attuma #no powers au

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overworkedunderwhelmed · 10 months

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“Mind if I sketch?”

Adrien blinked, glancing up at her. “Not at all. We’ve probably both watched this more than once.”

She smiled, her pencil expertly flying across the page.

She hunched over the book but the tension in her shoulders practically melted as soon as his fingers pressed slightly on her skin.

Adrien sat up, dying to see how her sketch came together. She wasn’t exactly hiding the sketchbook, but his father had always been a little fretful about letting anyone see a sketch in progress. “Wouldn’t it help to have it paused?”

“Not with the TV screen so small. Stills can provide a lot of detail, but,” Marinette confided absently, as she continued to sketch, “I want to see how the fabric would move.”

For one tense moment, Adrien’s breath caught in his throat as the flash of a few spots caught his eye.

Why would Marinette care how the fabric moved on Ladybug? Unless…

Unless.

Unless she was making a dress herself.

Or thinking about it very seriously.

Suddenly, Adrien needed to know. His mind raced, struggling to remember every little detail he could about what Marinette had mentioned about her friend who made her dress on their first date.

She had been a little protective about those details. Of course, she had also been pretending to be Kagami…

Thanks to the amazing @xhanisai I now how more lovely art commissioned for The Rules of Engagement!

#miraculous ladybug #ml love square #ml fanart #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #fanart for my fic #ml fanfiction #aged up au #no powers AU #just one bed #fake dating #fake engagement #inspired by business proposal #and about a half dozen other romance in the workplace related webcomics

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galahadwilder · 8 months

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No Miraculous, no classmates AU where Adrien in his 20s has been dating Chloé for 3 years. He's got no support network, no real friends, and he has nothing, really, to look forward to. Just another 60 years of Chloé and living a life that someone else chose for him. He can see himself turning into André Bourgeois and doesn't see any way out of it.

Then he starts speaking to one of the newer designers who's kind of cute and she honestly makes him almost feel good about himself to the point where she's the only thing that actually makes him want to get out of bed, but he can't go there because he and Chloé are engaged until Marinette finally asks him why, exactly, he chose to marry her, why is he living a life for someone else, and suddenly he finds he's quit his job, publicly dumped his fiancée, and started spending all his time at Marinette's parents' bakery

And he's finally something he never thought he would get to be--happy.

#no im not projecting what are you talking about #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #adrinette #angst #hurt/comfort #chloe bourgeois #abuse #relationship abuse #no powers au #fic ideas #prompts #original content

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t0nystark1er · 1 year

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Sequel to This!!!

Thank you again to Magicasen 💗💗💗 and to @jetblackfeeling! I love the rings and hyphenated names!

All Pro-Football AU 🏈

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #jetblackfeeling #quarterback steve rogers #quarterback!steve #my pro fb au #my profb!au #tonys still a genius billionaire philanthropist #no powers au

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seventyone-71 · 5 months

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the fact ive seen no fics yet of a johnshi no powers au where kenshi's white cane is named sento is criminal. like come ON GUYS its RIGHT THERE

Im imagining, Kenshi isn't Yakuza but he comes from a long line and he's very interested in the history, Johnny is still a celebrity. They meet somehow and become friends and Kenshi is like info dumping about this ancient sword his family had named Sento and how cool it is, how it was told to give his ancestors magic sight or whatever. Its probably in the british museum.

Then later, maybe Johnny is attacked because of how famous he is. But Kenshi protects him and well you know this part.

And Johnny of course puts it upon himself to help Kenshi, he lets him move into his house because he can renovate it quickly to be accessible. And of course he spends hours researching and finds the best white cane money can buy, detachable tips (of course he buys ALL the different cane tips as well), spring handle so it doesn't jab Kenshi in the gut, the whole works.

And of course he jokingly calls it Sento but Kenshi likes it and it sticks.

and then they kiss kiss fall in love and all that

(ps if there are fics of johnshi no powers au link them pls and ty)

#johnny cage #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #johnny x kenshi #johnshi #jonshi #kenshi takahashi #kencage #drabble #headcanon #au #no powers au #fanfiction prompts #fanfic prompt #blind character #mortal kombat 1 2023 #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1

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raspberryjars · 10 months

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It’s You.

word count: 2,621

summary: hobie’s on the subway when he sees the most beautiful guy he’s ever laid eyes on. unfortunately he doesn’t get his number, name, or even to talk to him. but, what if they met again?

tags: miles morales x hobie brown, miles morales & gwen stacy, hobie brown & gwen stacy, no powers au, subway meet-cute, but also introduced by a friend, they’re all around 20

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His headphones were on, music blasting, and nothing was on his mind except the different possibilities for dinner that night. The noises over the people and trains of the subway muffled as he scrolled aimlessly through his playlist. His eyes glanced up for a second, and shit.

Holy shit. Really that was all he could say. No other words came to mind at the sight. There was this guy, this bloody beautiful guy. He was sitting directly across from him, texting or something. He also had headphones on, some fancy bluetooth ones, the type people put stickers on to make them seem cooler. He wondered what he was listening to, the guy, based on his look it could’ve been some hip-hop, rap, something like that. Maybe not though, he knew better than anyone not to make assumptions based on people's personal styles. This guy could be a die-hard swiftie or something, he didn’t know.

But, God, what he did know was that this guy, no matter the music taste, was absolutely gorgeous. Like not the in-your-face, look-at-me, I’m-amazing, type. More like a cool mysterious way, the way someone that doesn't know they’re stunning is. Yeah, that’s what it was.

He had curly brown hair, tight coils fluffing messily around his head. A glint of a silver nose ring that looked good against his warm skin tone. Full lips that admittedly were a bit chewed up, but honestly who even cares? And christ this guys eyes, big, and brown, and shiny. With long lashes too, he was basically perfect.

And just as he was about to stand up, and sit himself next to this beautiful stranger, the fucking train stopped. Pretty shit timing, and just as he was wondering if he should just do it anyway, the stranger stood up, looked around for a few seconds then walked right out of the doors and away from the possibility of giving Hobie his digits.

Just his luck really.

Alas, not the end of the world really. Plenty of lookers in New York, he’d probably forget about this guy by tomorrow.

Shockingly, he did not in fact forget the stranger. The guy had plagued his mind for bloody days since the train. And it really didn’t help that all his New York friends were busy until later in the week, so his only distraction was walking ‘round the city. Which actually made it worse since he’d realised that this mystery lad probably lived around here, meaning they might run into each other, however slim the chances may be.

If he was being honest with himself the guy probably hadn’t even noticed him, too caught up in whoever he was texting. And if he had noticed him, he’d probably been a little weirded out by the staring punk on the tube. Or he had noticed and hadn’t given it a second thought because, to be honest, most people probably don’t think about random strangers for days on end do they?

So, whilst he had nothing better to do other than sit around waiting for Gwen to be free or thinking about this train-guy. He’d taken to walking around the city, up and down streets, round and round subway stations, through alleys and side streets, pretty much anywhere that looked interesting. Just listening to the streets was cool enough. What people were doing, where they were going, what people were wearing was cool too.

But the main thing that was on his mind, obviously, was train-guy. Whether he liked it or not the guy had wormed his way in and taken over. His days were full of thoughts of warm brown eyes and tight curly hair. Bluetooth headphones and nose rings showed up everywhere he went, and he even had to talk himself out of piercing the other side of his nose so he could buy himself one too.

He was fucking obsessed with this guy and he was never going to see him. Ever.

(23:57) FROM: Gwendy

hey hobes. free tmrw if u wanna do smthn, lmk.

miles might be there too btw.

miss u.

Fucking finally. It felt like years since he’d arrived on American soil, and even longer since he’d seen Gwen. Seeing her would absolutely take his mind off the mysterious train-guy. He could tell her all about it and she’d laugh, call him stupid and then he’d forget. And god knows it was time he met Miles. He’d heard practically everything about the guy but hadn’t seen or met him somehow, be good to finally put a face to a name.

(00:02) TO: Gwendy

yeah sounds good

c u tmrw does 3 work 4 u?

miss u 2 luv x

He heard Gwen’s reply ping on his phone but he ignored it in favour of staring at the ceiling of his mate’s mate’s spare room. Finally his boring as shit week would be improved. And just as he drifted into sleep he wondered about what Gwen’s hair might look like and if she knew any boys with dark brown curls.

He slowly blinked open his eyes to the same ceiling he’d fallen asleep too, and groaned loudly as he wiped his eyes of sleep. God he hated waking up, it didn’t matter what time it was, you could wake him up at 8 at night and he’d still complain about not sleeping enough.

He rolled over and grabbed his phone from where he’d left it last night, checking his messages with Gwen. Three did work for her, and she can’t wait to see him. He glanced at the time.

Ten-thirty-two, not too bad. He could probably sleep a bit more before he had to get ready. Just to be safe he told Gwen to call him at two, and once he knew that she would, he turned back over and went to sleep once again.

He woke with a start to the fucking annoying ring of an iPhone, Gwen had remembered to call.

“Hey Gwendy, what’s new?” He croaked, voice cracking harshly with sleep.

“Nothing really, what about you dude?”

“Not much, I should prob’ly start getting ready, yeah? I’ll see ya soon love.”

“Yeah see you soon man.” Then she must’ve hung up because the line went dead.

He groaned again and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Thinking about what he should wear as he walked to the bathroom. He had his jeans, probably a safe choice, then he’d have to find a shirt, and just his battle jacket should be fine, it’d been a hot week.

He picked up his toothbrush and squeezed out a blob of paste before rinsing it with water. To be honest he could probably just ditch a jacket all together, he thought as he brought his toothbrush to his mouth. Be good to wear it just in case though he decided, rinsing his mouth out as he did so.

He found himself rummaging through his messily packed bag for a shirt, as he’d worn the same one for the last few days. Fucking finally he found one, for some reason he’d brought way too many trousers and the ratio of top to bottoms was way off. He did find some pretty cool tartan pants though, and surprisingly a matching pair of socks. Which with his track record was like spotting a unicorn.

As he finished dressing himself he realised that he should probably ask Gwen exactly what they were going to do and where they were going to go.

(14:18) TO: Gwendy

oi what are we doing 2day

Less than a few seconds later the little bubbles appeared, he liked how fast Gwen replied, practicality and all that.

(14:18) FROM: Gwendy

not too sure.

meet at mine, we can decide later.

see you.

(14:19) TO: Gwendy

c in abit x

Another thing he appreciated about Gwen was that she didn’t give two shits about how he texted, he’d had problems with people before because he was ‘too dry’ or something. He never really understood that, he texted how he texted it didn’t matter how he got his point across as long as he did.

He had a few minutes before he needed to leave to go to Gwen’s, so he grabbed his jacket and headed to the kitchen.

He hadn’t seen much of the guy whose place he was staying at. He probably woke up much later or earlier than himself. It didn’t really matter though, not like he was best friends with the guy. Actually he couldn’t even remember his name.

He grabbed an apple and headed over to the doorway, it always took him awhile to put his boots on, good to not rush and stuff.

So as he laced the top few eyelets back up, he wondered about who this Miles guy would be, probably pretty chill if Gwen's stories were anything to go off. Either way it’d be cool to meet him.

He zipped up his boots finally and stood up, grabbing his bag before he left the flat.

He stood outside the door rummaging through his pants for his headphones for a few seconds before finding them. All coiled up, which meant he had to spend some more seconds detangling them so they were wearable.

Once he had his headphones in and his music blasting, he set off. Walking down to the subway, which of course reminded him of the train-guy. But after today he wouldn’t have to think about him too much, thankfully.

As he descended the steps taking him to the underground he kept thinking about the train-guy. It really was a shame he didn’t get his number, he was really fit. And even if he didn’t like guys or whatever, still would’ve been cool to have more friends around here. Give him more people to see other than Gwen.

Unfortunately though, he didn’t get his number, or say anything to the guy. So as he was sitting on the subway, just a few minutes away from Gwen’s place. He thought about what would’ve happened if he had spoken to the guy.

There was no use thinking about it really, but he’s allowed to do something whilst he waits. Free country and all that lying shit.

Just as he could feel his mind slipping into a tangent of the shithole that is America, the subway screeched to a halt and the doors slid open.

Fucking finally. He pushed himself up off of his seat and out the doors, taking note of all the different people around him, as he walked up the stairs he felt the slight breeze return and as he walked down the road he found himself grateful he’d brought his jacket.

He faced her door after a quick climb of the stairs, ringing her bell and ignoring the awkward stares coming from the old couple shuffling past him on the landing. Thankfully just as it looked like one of them was going to say something to him, Gwen’s door opened and Gwen herself stuck her head out.

“Hobie! Hey dude, come on in, Miles isn’t here yet but he’ll come by later, I missed you man!” She grinned. Her hair was shaved on one side and long and pinkish-blonde on the other.

“Hey Gwendy, missed you too,” He laughed back, “Loving the hair, suits you.”

“Yeah thanks!” She said, opening the door further and ushering him through to her living room.

She had a nice place, blue walls covered in stickers and posters, mismatched furniture with assorted blankets and pillows piled up on each piece, and of course the drums in the corner of the room.

“D’You want anything to eat?” She asked.

“Sure I’ll have anything.” He replied, her whole flat screamed her, little bits of Gwen jumping out at him. It was nice to see, it hadn’t been long since she was crashing at his for weeks at a time because she didn’t have a proper place to call home.

Obviously that wasn’t the case anymore, now he could come and crash at her place if he needed too. He was honestly so glad that she’d gotten all her shit sorted.

“Hey man, hope you’re good with whatever these bar things are, my dad dropped them off the other week.” Gwen said as she walked back through.

“Yeah all good no worries love.”

“I’d ask you what you wanted to do but we should wait for Miles before we decide anything, we can do something here if you want though?” She said as she put the box of peanut bars on the coffee table.

“Yeah sure sounds good, now what exactly is a peanut bar?” Hobie laughed. “Is it like, made of peanuts or is it like peanut flavoured?”

“Fuck knows,” Gwen snorted, “My dad keeps leaving loads of shit like this, I think he’s getting them for free from somewhere.”

“Probably.” He agreed, as he reached for one of the bars. “There’s no way he’s actually buying this stuff as a gift for you.”

“Ha, yeah, you never know with him though. He could be in one of his weird phases. Like that time he only ate soup for, like, 6 months.”

“Shit yeah, or when he only wore orange adidas pants when he wasn’t at work?” He smirked as he took a bite. “It’s not too bad though, I’ll be honest.”

Gwen smiled at him, “Yeah they’re okay.” She seemed to want to say more, but the doorbell buzzed suddenly.

“Miles!” She exclaimed. “Seriously man, you’re gonna love him!”

“Yeah I’m sure I will Gwenny.” She was probably right too, the guy did sound quite cool, graffiti artist, crazy smart, into hip-hop and rap. They’d probably end up pretty good friends after today.

He heard the door open and close and then Gwen’s and what was most-likely Miles’ voice as they walked through to where he was. They’d probably leave Gwen’s, go for a walk or something, maybe he’d ask Miles to show him some cool graffiti stuff if he seemed into it.

And just as he was thinking of other things they could do instead of just sitting around at Gwen’s, not that he was seriously opposed to doing so, he saw Miles walk through the doorway. And holy shit.

His luck was unbelievable. There was just no fucking way. Miles was the train-guy.

The same coiled, brown hair, The same silver nose ring, the same fancy headphones around his neck, and christ, the same stunning brown eyes. As he gave him a once over, marvelling at his incredible luck and silently thanking the universe for this second shot at this beautiful guy, Miles must have recognised him too or something.

His eyebrows raised and he stood a little straighter, fighting back a grin, “Holy shit. I saw you on the subway the other day right?”

Holy shit. The train-guy, well Miles really, had noticed him too. This was absolutely the best day of his very dull week, probably the best day of his fucking life.

“Yeah! I remember, you were texting!” Okay that wasn’t weird at all, tell the guy that you took note of and remembered exactly what he was doing why don’t you? He thought to himself. Thankfully, Miles didn’t acknowledge this slightly creepy statement and just grinned back at him.

“Shit wait, Hobie’s the hot punk you saw on the subway the other day? Man if I’d have known I would’ve set you two up or something.” At Gwen’s words, Miles flushed bright pink. It was actually pretty cute if he was being honest.

But also, he, Hobie Brown, was super hot train-guy’s, hot subway punk? Nevermind, this was absolutely the best day of his life.

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#raspberryjars #miles morales #miles spiderman #punkflower #spider punk #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #no powers au #subway meeting #gwen stacy #spider gwen

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soliloquent-stark · 7 months

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💛 honey whiskey by soliloquent

currently 6/10 chapters (22k words) // pairing: tony stark & steve rogers

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"Through it all, one person stays a constant target, like an anchor for his soul and a compass for his mind. Burning brighter than Polaris, Tony knows his wings would get burned if he flew too close. He would never dare approach — he's just admiring.

But once his mark catches his eyes and challenges the stare, Tony realizes it's not really up to him.

The man murmurs an excuse to the group, stands up, and confidently crosses the loud room. Tony barely has time to regroup his thoughts and concede the fact he's become the prey before the guy reaches him."

or: Tony Stark, a twice-divorced recovering alcoholic battling depression, unexpectedly spends a night with Steve, a mesmerizing and kind Brooklyn teacher who settles deep in his heart, despite Tony's strict no romantic feelings policy. Unbeknownst to him, Tony made the other man feel alive again, too — and Steve is nothing if not stubborn.

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thatmexisaurusrex · 4 months

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From That Show

This fic is for @jemgirl86 for @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Gift Event. It's a little angstier than my usual fics, but it organically became that way and I think it just makes sense like that. And it's a holiday fic, so you know I'll make it sweet in the end. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic, Shana, and thank you for getting me to write it again!

From That Show

Summary: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were once best friends working on the same sitcom. Now, five years after Bucky mysteriously quit and abruptly cut all contact with Sam, they bump into each other during the holidays in their hometown of Delacroix.

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"I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” said the man, and Sam was about to shut whatever bullshit this man was going to say down but then the man lit up and blurted, “Wilson Family Seafood! I worked on your boat every summer during high school. You were in my sister’s grade – Becca Barnes.” Sam gaped. “Bucky Barnes,” said Sam as his mind raced. Sam remembered him vaguely. Bucky had been older by a few years. A little intimidating despite his kind nature and goofy disposition. Maybe it was because he was a little older. Maybe it was because Bucky always seemed to be walking around shirtless on the boat during the hot Delacroix summers. “Didn’t your sister blow up one of the chemistry classrooms?” asked Sam. Bucky laughed. “She got a few chemicals mixed up,” said Bucky like he had to tell this to a million people, “Also, it didn’t blow up. She just… gently singed the room.”

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#sbgift2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #holiday fic #friends to enemies #enemies to friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending #no powers au #actor sam wilson #actor bucky barnes #my fic #From That Show

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Caught in the moment

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.8K

SUMMARY | What was supposed to start as a relaxing morning for you and Tony has turned into your worst nightmare, making you unable to look your mother-in-law in the eyes for the foreseeable future. When she eventually pulls you aside to talk about what happened, you understand it's nothing to be worried about, and you can even look back at what happened with a smile on your face.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love), occasional use of Y/N.

ANGST | Light angst, lots of embarrassment, awkward moments during breakfast

SMUT | Dirty talk, light teasing, oral (M receiving), fingering, protected vaginal sex, cockwarming, sort of orgasm denial/getting caught during sex

A/N | This story is a rewritten version of the one posted this afternoon. I have decided to rewrite the story and take out the angst/swap it for more lighthearted moments to fit the story better.

A/N 2.0 | From the moment this idea popped into my head, I couldn't let it go, and I had to write it down! I want to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for her help when I got stuck while writing. I also want to give my deepest gratitude and love to @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help, support, proofreading, and the photo because you have truly taken this to the next level! 💙

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Mornings with Tony have quickly become your favorite. From lazy cuddles to steamy make-out sessions, and from him feeding you breakfast in bed to you being his breakfast, you can never get enough of them. But this morning, you wish things had gone differently. It would have saved you the embarrassment of looking your mother-in-law in the eye after what had happened.

Today started very peacefully as he pulled you against his chest, the warmth of his skin feeling very comforting against yours. Both dressed in nothing but your underwear, making it so that you can feel him all over your body. From his chest against your back, his leg hooked over yours, his hand on your stomach as it's trailing upwards toward your breasts, and his lips on your neck. He's everywhere at once, and the feeling is intoxicating in the best way possible.

The softest moan escapes your lips as his hand kneads your breast, and your nipple hardens at the touch. Arousal pools in your panties as you let Tony take his time with you, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he sucks small hickies in the base of your neck as a visual representation of your shared love.

"Let's get you out of this, Sunshine," Tony says in his deep morning voice, and you let him take his time undressing you before taking off his boxer briefs, too. As you're splayed out before him, he takes a moment to admire your body and the ink adorning your skin as his fingertips run over them.

"I'm so fortunate to call you mine, Sunshine, and I can't wait to be buried inside you again," he tells you as his fingers glide through your folds, making you moan as you arch your back into his touch. He gathers some of your arousal before licking it off his fingers with a satisfied hum, only arousing you further.

"Taste like heaven, Sunshine; your pussy's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life," he tells you as he crawls over you, his hard cock resting on your pussy as he leans in to capture your lips. With a slight, teasing grind, his tip gets caught on your clit, making you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

It doesn't take long for Tony to have grabbed a condom and rolled it around his length, lining it up with your entrance before carefully sliding it in. He'll always be mindful of you and your comfort, not wanting to accidentally hurt you by going too fast.

"'s so big, Tony; feels so good inside me," you whisper in his ear as he's nuzzled into your neck, taking his sweet time to slide into you. There's no rush for either of you, and he plans on making every last second count, dragging your pleasure out for as long as possible.

"That's it, just a little more," he whispers as he slides in the rest of his cock, his balls making contact with your ass before you wrap your legs around his hips instinctively.

Savoring every soft moan and whimper tumbling from your lips as his veiny, delicious cock stretches your soft walls until his tip hits your sweet spot as he's buried inside you completely.

His lips capture yours just in time to catch the loud moan escaping, as you two need to be quiet so as not to bring any attention to yourselves. You're staying at Howard and Maria's house for a long weekend, and they're both light sleepers, so you don't want to wake them up with your antics in the morning.

"That's it, Sunshine, taking me so well, you feel perfect around my cock," he whispers as he sets a slow pace, the comforter sliding down his body more with each thrust until his entire ass is bared to the room, only your legs covered by the warm fabric.

With every slow drag of his cock in and out of you, your pleasure is building, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, and all you can think about is Tony and how perfect your babies would look, and you're not afraid of telling him just that.

"I want to have your babies, Tony, want you to pump me full of your cum and give me all your beautiful babies," you tell him as your nails drag over his back, leaving dark red scratches as your pleasure intensifies, his rapidly increasing thrusts only spurring you on more.

"Yeah? 's that what you want, Sunshine? Want me to breed you until you're fucking dripping with my cum and round with my babies? God, take my fucking-" is all he can say before the door swings open, and you hear a loud, high-pitched shriek - which turns out to be from Tony.

In a reflex, you look at the door, only to find Maria standing there with a laundry basket of clean clothes. You can't help but look at her with a shocked look in your eyes as you feel the embarrassment flooding your system while Tony pulls the comforter over his lap to cover himself up. He doesn't notice at the moment that you're left to fend for yourself, and you quickly grab his pillow to cover yourself, too, unable to look Maria or Tony in the eye after what just happened.

"Get out, Mom! Get out! Jesus, don't you know how to knock?!" Tony yells at her when she quickly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her after being too stunned to do anything. It's not every day she finds her son balls deep in his girlfriend, after all.

Embarrassment quickly makes its way through your body as tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shut them tightly, wanting to curl into a ball as the ground opens up and swallows you whole. A deep blush spreads over Tony's face, neck, and chest as it slowly sinks in what has happened, but as soon as he looks at you, he can feel his heart break a little.

"Can I touch you, Sunshine?" he asks softly, and you nod in response, soft sniffles coming from the pillow you're clutching while you sit up, ready to let Tony pull you into his chest. His scent envelops you as his arms wrap around you, calming you down with his touch.

"I'm so sorry about what happened, Sunshine; I am. I really should talk with her about boundaries because this wasn't okay," he tells you calmly as he's trying to be strong for you. He's putting his feelings of embarrassment to the side as he's calming you down.

You shift so that you're wrapping your arms around him, too, the pillow you were clutching onto earlier now lying beside you. Your face is nuzzled into Tony's neck as the realization of what happened sinks in.

"Are you okay, Sunshine?" Tony asks, but you shrug before pulling away and looking at his face. The sad look on your features makes him feel horrible, and he gently kisses each of your cheeks before placing his hands on them, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones in a soothing motion.

"I can't believe Maria saw me naked - I mean... I was about to cum, for crying out loud! I can't believe she saw this; what will we do? What will she think of me, Tony?!" you spew out, the words coming out a mile a minute while you're gathering your thoughts.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, Sunshine. How about we take a shower first? That might calm you down a little further, and we can go from there," he offers, and you nod. A shower with Tony sounds perfect right about now; even though you've been horrendously robbed of your orgasm, you still get to enjoy the aftercare with him.

"Okay, c'mere, Sunshine," he says before standing by the bed and leaning down to grab your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. A flood of warmth spreads through your body, and he's trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable and to see the smile he loves so much adorning your facial features.

The moment Tony lets go of you to get the shower ready, you let out a soft whimper, not wanting to be away from your boyfriend for too long.

When you're standing by the bed, he pulls you against his chest, your back plastered against him as he wraps his arms around you, placing his large hands on your belly as he guides you to the bathroom. You let out a small sigh when you're there, but before you can step out of his hold, he leans down to attach his lips to the exposed flesh, sucking a small bruise where your shoulders meet your neck.

"Hmm," you hum in approval, and Tony can't help but smile.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Sunshine. You make me feel treasured and special, and you make me feel beautiful even on days when I don't feel that way. And most of all, you make me feel loved in a way I've never felt before, and I cannot thank you enough for that," Tony whispers in your ear, and you smile broadly at his words.

You turn in his hold before letting your hands glide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sensual, loving, and deep kiss, in which you're both quickly lost. You two pull away only when you start to shiver from the cold air in the bathroom, and Tony gets ready to warm you up under the shower.

It doesn't take long for the hot steam to fill the shower, and when you're waiting for the water to be warm enough, you can't help but let a giggle escape when you finally notice the fact that Tony never took off the condom after everything that's gone down. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he quickly removes it before throwing it in the trash, and all you can think about is how adorable he looks with the pink tint covering his creamy skin.

"It's okay, My Love, and you're such an adorable little thing when you're blushing; it makes you look like an angel," you whisper to him as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, the flesh feeling warm against your lips before he buries his face in your neck. You pull him closer, your hand gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Let's go into the shower, okay?" you ask him, and he reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to be away from your soft body for too long. Once the warm water descends on your body, Tony reaches for the sponge and shower gel, squirting a generous amount on it before kneeling and carefully cleaning your legs one at a time.

He takes his time with your body as if he's worshipping every single inch of you, paying a little extra attention to your butt as he's washing it. He smacks it playfully and kneads your cheeks gently, and you're reveling in every bit of attention he's giving. As he makes his way up your body, he places a generous amount of soft kisses on your spine, his hands squeezing the sponge over the front of your body to lather it up with the soapy goodness.

"I fucking love you, Sunshine, I love every single inch of this amazing body, and your heart, your soul, I love everything about you, and I'm truly a lucky man to be able to call you all mine," he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch on your breasts, your nipples perking at the feeling of his long, skilled fingers tugging and rolling gently, but just enough to have you feeling the right amount of pleasure.

Your back arches into his touch as a soft moan slips from your lips, and all you can think about is Tony and how good he's making you feel. He can make you feel like you're flying with the softest of whispers and fall apart with the lightest of touches. As if your body is an instrument he's learning to play daily, and you'll happily let him.

"That's it, Sunshine. You're doing so well for me right now - such a good girl for me," he whispers in your ear as he gently brings you down from the high he brought you to. He might not have given you an orgasm, but there are other ways in which he can leave you fully satisfied, and that's precisely what he did now.

"I love you so much, Tony, and I think it's about time we are going to face your Mom," you tell him after turning around. The two of you share a few more kisses under the warm water before he nods, though you both take your sweet time to change into something nice and casual to lounge around the house in.

You're opting for grey loungewear; whereas Tony chooses to go for a black and white outfit with a hoodie from the college you're both attending. Both of you finish your looks with your glasses, and now, it's time to go and face the reality of what happened earlier.

As you walk down the stairs, Tony interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly to calm your nerves. What happened was embarrassing enough for him, but since you have seen your in-laws only three times before today, it is about ten times worse for you.

Unfortunately, you have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen, and Howard and Maria are always sitting there in the morning as they're enjoying their breakfast together. Usually, this would be fine, but knowing what Maria saw earlier has made the situation much more difficult, and you're growing more scared to face her.

"T-Tony," you say with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He stops at the bottom of the stairs while you're still on the first step, making you eye-level with one another. Your concern is visible on your face, and Tony feels terrible that you must go through this now.

"It's okay, Sunshine; I promise you that it's going to be okay," he whispers, though it's difficult for you to believe him. It's not that you don't want to believe him, but something inside you is yelling at you to turn around and make a run for it so that you don't have to face the situation you're about to walk into.

"I-I don't think I can go in there, Tony; she saw us having sex! I mean, how can I face her after that?!" you tell him, tears starting to well up again at the thought, and Tony's heart shatters at the sight of you being sad. You may have only been together for a few short months, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about your feelings.

"Sunshine, can you please listen to me for a moment?" he asks gently, and you wipe your tears away before you nod.

"I know it will be awkward and embarrassing, but we must go through it. I know my Mom, and I promise it won't stay this way for long. I'll be there by your side the entire time, and everything is going to be okay, alright?" his hands are lying on your cheeks as his thumbs catch your tears before wiping them away.

Deep inside, you know he's right, and you'll get through this. You can overcome anything with Tony by your side; this will be no exception. With one last deep sigh and a reassuring kiss, you pick yourself back together and retake Tony's hand, ready to face what's on the other side of the door.

As you step in, there's nothing but an awkward silence, which is the complete opposite of Maria's usual morning chatter. Howard was reading his newspaper, but he quickly put that on the table as he took in what was happening. It's never this quiet in the mornings, and he knows something's up.

"What's going on here? You're all awfully quiet this morning," Howard asks with a quirked brow, but all he sees is that you are all turning a dark shade of red and avoiding each other's gazes.

"N-nothing!" Tony says before pulling you into the kitchen; he attempts to get you out of the awkwardness. When you're in there, you two look at each other and can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the realization of the situation slowly sinking in with the two of you. Tony pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, calming you down immensely.

"I love you, Tony, more than I can ever explain to you," you whisper before tilting your head and gently kissing his lips. When he lets you out of his hold, you're going to make a simple breakfast for the both of you.

Once your breakfast is ready, you allow yourself a few more moments to gather the courage to go in and face the situation head-on. As you walk into the dining room, you take your usual place, but you avoid Maria's gaze at all costs, and all you can do is assume she's doing the same.

"So, how did you two lovebirds sleep last night?" Howard asks, and all he gets in response is a mumbled 'Fine!' from Tony, who's seemingly very interested in his breakfast. His gaze doesn't leave his plate for even a moment, and you're looking everywhere, as long as you don't have to look at anyone directly.

"And do you two have anything planned for today, or will you stay with us for a change?" he tries again, but there's no response this time. The silence in the dining room was deafening, and Maria was the only one who dared to look at both of you, the discomfort visible on your face.

"Y/N? Shall we step outside for a moment? I think it's good if we talk for a moment," Maria offers, and you nod. You look at Tony, who gives you a reassuring smile, and with that, you walk out of the room, the feeling of tension in your body already much lighter than before. As you and Maria go to the living room, Howard decides to talk with his son to understand what happened.

"Tony, can you please tell me what's going on? Because it's obvious something happened, and I'm starting to get a little worried about the three of you. It's way too silent this morning, and I miss my usual morning chatter," Howard says with a small smile, and Tony nods, albeit slightly reluctant.

"This morning, Mom walked in on Sunshine and me having sex, and ever since then, things have been extremely awkward between us and Mom," he tells his Dad, and Howard can't help but chuckle at his words. It's not exactly funny, but he couldn't help but think about the conversations he had about Maria and this happening one day.

"Listen, Tony, I know what happened is embarrassing, but it's also nothing to be worried about. Your Mom and I have talked about this before, and it was only a matter of time before this was going to happen. All we can hope is that the two of you have learned from it and maybe lock the bedroom door from now on," Howard says with his eyebrows raised, and Tony knows his Dad is right.

"You're right, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing that Mom saw us; I mean, who wants to be caught having sex?! But yeah, we're going to be more careful from now on, that's for sure," he says with a smile on his face, and with that, the air is cleared between the two of them.

In the meantime, you are having a heart-to-heart with Maria, which makes you realize you have nothing to worry about.

"C'mere, let's sit on the couch to get a bit more comfortable," she offers, and you nod, taking your place beside her. The nerves are still swirling around your body, but as soon as her first words leave her mouth, they all melt away.

"First off, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened this morning, but I also want to let you know it's okay. I mean, you two love each other, and that's very clear; it's normal for you two to have sex. I know it's embarrassing that I caught you two, but there's no need to be ashamed. I even told Howard the other day you're truly like a daughter to me, and to see Tony so happy fills my heart with excitement. You're important to him, and you're important to us, too," she tells you, and you can feel the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes at her sweet words.

"Thank you for that, Maria; it means a lot to hear you say that. Being away from my Mom is difficult, but you're like my bonus Mom, and I love you so much. I'm very grateful for everything you and Howard do for me, and I wouldn't want it any other way," you tell her, and now it's her turn to get teared up.

"I love you too, Y/N; now come here because I need a hug from my daughter," she tells you, and you smile broadly before leaning in and enveloping her in your arms. Knowing that Howard and Maria are there for you no matter what has your heart feeling full and your face hurts from how much you're smiling.

About fifteen minutes after his talk with Howard, Tony could hear the laughter coming from the living room, making him curious about what was happening. Tony gets up and walks into the living room, and he's greeted by the sight of you and Maria looking at his baby photos, making him blush deeply as he realizes what photos Maria is showing you.

"Look, My Love, it's you walking around naked!" you tell him with a big smile on your face, and he's relieved to see the sparkle in your eyes again, letting him know you're doing a whole lot better and the talk with Maria has helped you immensely. As you're holding up the photo where he's proudly showing off his tiny white butt to the camera with his diaper in his hand, he lets out an embarrassed groan, but he can't help but smile at the photo, too.

"When Tony was little, he had this tendency to pull off his diaper and just swing it around as he waddled everywhere with his cute butt showing. It didn't matter where we were; he constantly took it off!" Maria tells you, and Tony shakes his head with a smile.

"He still enjoys walking around naked nowadays; I guess some things never change!" you tell Maria, and you go into a massive fit of laughter, leaving Tony blushing profoundly and shaking his head in embarrassment. Although, he can see the bright side of the story, too.

"Do you two ladies have room for one more?" Tony asks, and you nod before getting up, allowing him to sit at the spot you just occupied before placing your butt on his lap. It's your favorite place to be seated, after all.

He wraps his arms around your waist; his hands clasped on your stomach as he looks over your shoulder at the photos in the album while Maria talks your ear off about every one of them. From family members you have never heard about to stories that get funnier the older Tony gets, you can not get enough of them.

"I hope our future babies look as cute as you, My Love. That would mean they're perfect," you tell Tony as you let yourself melt into his touch, and he somewhat agrees.

"You think I'm cute?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you nod happily, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yeah, you were back then, and you still are now," you tell him proudly, and he can feel the warmth flooding through his veins at your confession. He's filled with love right now and feels like a lucky man with you in his arms.

"Well, I secretly hope they look like you, Sunshine! Because if they do, it would mean we would have the most beautiful babies on the planet," he tells you, and you feel the warmth flowing through your body at the thought. If only you would know what your future has in store for the two of you.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, and when it's finally time for you and Tony to go to bed, you're hoping to have a do-over of the morning - though preferably without the interruption. As you step into the bedroom, you lock the door behind you, a mischievous grin on your face as you look at Tony.

"What do you think? Shall we finish what we started this morning? I believe we still owe each other an orgasm," you tell Tony as you strip off your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. In his enthusiasm and impatience to get to the bed, he almost trips over his pants on the way. Luckily, he catches himself before that happens, making you chuckle at the sight.

Tony gets seated with his back against the headboard, his legs slightly spread as you walk over to the foot of the bed. You take your time to get seated on the bed, placing kisses from his shins to his thighs, your hands massaging him everywhere except for where he needs you most.

"S-Sunshine, please, don't tease me," he growls, and you just wink at him before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckle. A soft moan escapes your throat at the taste of him, and his head falls against the headboard as the pleasure builds inside him.

"God, you have such a perfect mouth," he says, his hips rutting up as you suck more of him into your mouth, your hand pleasuring the rest of his cock. His hands are tightly holding the sheets as he's trying not to cum yet, which is proving more difficult than he thought.

"Hmmm, S-Sunshine, 'm close!" he tells you, and you let him go with a wet pop before sitting up and capturing his lips with yours. As your tongues mingle together, he can taste himself on your tongue, and it is one of the hottest things he's ever experienced with you.

When you were working your magic with your mouth, you were clenching around nothing but air from anticipation, arousal flooding your pussy constantly at the sweet sounds tumbling from Tony's lips. As a result, it doesn't take long for you to have reached for a condom and rolled it onto his length, ready to split you open just the way you like.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask, and he nods, his hands on your hips as you line him up with your entrance before sinking at a slow, almost teasing pace as you let yourself adjust to the stretch of him in your pussy. Your face is buried in his neck as you take inch after inch of him, and when he bottoms out, you let out a shared moan that has you gushing around his cock.

"You're so fucking big, I can never get enough of you or your cock! I love you so much, Tony; I can't wait to have a beautiful baby with you one day," you tell him as you roll your hips, trying to find a comfortable rhythm for the two of you. When you've found it, you're bouncing on his cock with a delicious pace that has him hitting your sweet spot each time, and the whimpers and moans coming from you are quickly becoming uncontrollable.

"Are you close, Sunshine? Is my girl about to cum?" he asks when your pace starts to falter slightly, and you nod before pulling his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours in a bruising kiss as Tony's fingers find your clit.

You moan into his mouth as your tongues dance passionately together, and it doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his cock, and for him to shoot his load into the latex wrapped around him, which he is now wishing wouldn't have been there.

He's been dreaming of having you bare ever since your first time together, but you couldn't be careful enough. When you've both come down from your highs, you keep the comfortable positions you're sitting in now, Tony still nestled deep inside your warmth.

"I love you, Sunshine," he tells you, and with a mumbled ''love you too'' you nuzzle your face into his neck, enjoying each other's closeness without exchanging a single word. Both your hearts are overflowing with love for each other, and you couldn't be happier than you are now, nestled in the arms of the man you'll be spending the rest of your life with.

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puppiesandnightlock · 3 months

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LINK: I Just Really Hate Your Face

summary: Top Student Damian Wayne is assigned to tutor his high school's resident Juvenile Delinquent, Jonathan Kent, who seems less interested in his work and more interested in his handsome tutor.

Damian is *not* having it.

aka the Bad Boy x Good Student Jondami AU no one really asked for but i delivered anyways

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that, sir?” Damian gritted out, unbelieving.

Oblivious to the pain in his voice, the principal repeated what he had said just moments before in an overly-cheery tone.

“You are being assigned to tutor Jonathan Kent. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get his grades up by the end of this year, for both semesters. And perhaps you may be able to corral him into actually showing at his classes.”

Damian controlled the scowl beginning to show on his face. Jonathan Kent was the worst possible student he could have gotten. What would merely associating himself with a boy like that do to his spotless reputation? Surely, this would be placed on his record, and he didn’t see how tutoring the school’s resident juvenile delinquent would appeal him to universities.

And he was supposed to influence him? Gods above, help him.

“Sir. With all due respect, why is he even in this program? Certainly there are many other viable candidates…more respectable people that would benefit from my teaching.” he attempted to phrase this in a way that was not outright insulting.

“Damian, you are well aware, I'm sure, that you are this academy’s top student, and you’ve worked hard to get to this spot, unlike many other kids. I think that you can give Mr. Kent a push in the right direction, if not outright change him for the better. You signed up for this program, did you not?”

“I did, sir.” if not only for the nice view if would give his college admission.

“Then you will work with the student assigned to you. However, if there is no improvement, or you truly can’t manage him, you will have the option to switch, or drop the program completely. Is this more reasonable?”

Hm. It would have to do. “Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

Let it be known that Damian Wayne was not a quitter, and stubborn enough to move a mountain with a single word if he so chose. Jonathan Kent would be a changed student by the end of the year, if he had his way.

Jon Kent rolled into school at approximately 12:37 on a saturday morning, already fifteen minutes late to his tutoring session. It was absolute hell for those forcing him to go to even make him get dressed, and he was prepared to stall as long as possible. Hell, if he was lucky, the tutor would be pretty and he could score himself a ticket outta there with a wink and a few well timed smiles.

He entered the library, doing a quick once over, straightening his jacket and checking his eyeliner.

“Your studies are much more important than your appearance, Mr. Kent.” a voice drawled from behind him, and as he turned, a smirk came over his features.

Hello, Gorgeous.

The boy in front of him had delicately sharp features, striking green eyes framed by long lashes. His skin was a tantalizing carmel, clashing beautifully with the forest sleeves of his sweater.

“If you could remove your jaw from the floor, we should begin.”

He had a mouth on him too. Perfect.

“No name for me? Guess I'll just have to call you Beautiful.” Jon purred, the other boy’s face twisting in something that was definitely not a blush.

“It’s Damian. My name is Damian. We’re fifteen minutes behind already, if you could please take a seat.”

Jon sidled up to his side as they walked towards the table with a sheaf of papers.

“Damian, huh?” he tested the name out, rolling off his tongue pleasantly.

“Sounds familiar. Have we had a class together? I could swear we have chemistry .”

Damian looked torn between strangling Jon and strangling himself, settling only for a glare.

Jon was getting slightly annoyed. This guy was not taking the bait, and that was an excellent line for a nerd.

“ Sit. ” Damian pointed to the chair, Jon muttering ”Bossy.” under his breath.

“Let me make myself extremely clear, Jonathan, I have one job here, and that is to raise your grades. If I don't, it will not look good for me, and will look even worse for you. I’m not here for you to flirt with, make friends, or be stared at, nor roped into whatever it is you have going on here.” Damian gestured to his whole with a manilla folder in hand.

Well. If that wasn’t both flat out rejection and warning all at once, Jon'd be dammed. It hurt his pride slightly and added more fuel to the slowly building flame of annoyance.

“And what is this , exactly? Is that why you’re here? Teacher’s Pet turns the bad one into a brand-new man ?”

Damian snorted. “As if anyone could part you from your disastrous fashion and life choices. No, as I've stated, I'm here to make your grades better, by having you do all the work.”

“That’s a contradictory statement.”

“Would you look at that, you’re already using your big boy words.” He deadpanned, flipping open the folder to show Jon’s transcripts.

“Honestly, just looking at these makes me want to burn them. The only class you are currently passing is AP Physics, with an 89%.”

Huh, apparently he wasn’t completely dense.

“I can taste the approval, do good grades turn you on?” Jon taunted. “Must be so great, getting all the way to the top with only Daddy’s money.”

A dangerous scowl overtook his face and Jon quickly realized that was too far for today.

“For your information, Kent , not everyone has managed to stay in this school based on money and reputation alone, despite your clearly projected opinions. Now, should we get started, or do you have any more poorly based comments to share with the class?”

Jon glowered at both him and the papers, shaking his head once in a firm “No.”

“Good.” Damian’s smile was predatory in a way where he knew he had already won.

The other boy put up a stubborn fight when it came to learning, purposefully answering questions wrong and poking at Damian to watch him snap.There was a self-satisfied smirk when he did so, the older boy looking as if he wished to slap it off his face.

After the third or fourth time of this, Damian slammed the math book closed.

“Kent, I’d like to pride myself on endurance when it comes to annoyances, due to several older brothers and sisters. However, should this continue, I have no qualms about leaving you to repeat your next two years five times over.”

“Can’t handle the heat, get out of the oven.” Jon challenged.

Damian, to his annoyance, appeared unfazed. “I should be saying this to you, when a few years from now, you’ll still be here. Now, should I go, or will you at least look like you’re attempting to be competent?”

Pretty face, pretty form, ugly words.

Jon bit at his bottom lip, face turning into more of a petulant pout then a scowl. “Fine.”

What a child.

Damian made a dismissive ‘tt’ noise, and began the lesson again.

Two hours later, they emerged from the school, one with his pride flattened and brimming with emotions, and one with a folder and a smug smirk.

Jon spotted his elder brother Kon in the corner of the parking lot, perched on a motorcycle. He had a stupidly knowing grin on his face, causing Jon to scowl.

He swung a leg over the side and held onto his brother’s jacket.

“Next week, I expect you to be on time. Understood, Kent?” Damian tapped a pen to the large folder he held. He seemed completely undaunted by the fact that there was a motorcycle being driven by the school’s ex-local bad boy in front of him.

“Whatever.”

“Try again, Kent.”

Jon huffed. “Yes, I'll try to make it on time.”

“Good.” Damian flipped through the folder in front of him. “Your superiors will be pleased with these results. If you continue like this, we’ll be seeing a significant increase in your performance marks.”’

He nodded towards Kon as he closed the folder. “Have a pleasant evening, Connor. You as well, Jonathan.”

He walked away and the moment he was out of earshot, Kon pulled off his helmet and began to howl with laughter.

“Oh my God, you are whipped !”

“Shut the fuck up, Connor, I am not and I hate his guts! Self-righteous little brat .” Jon hissed.

“He has you wrapped around his finger! At this rate, he’ll have whipped you into shape by the end of the semester!” He wiped away tears of laughter, chuckling still.

“I will resist.” Jon scowled. “And you’re smudging your eyeliner.”

“Am not! Brat.” Kon then returned to his knowing smirk. “Bet five bucks you thought he was hot, tried to hit on him and he rejected you to high hell.”

Jon’s silence was proof enough, sending Kon into another fit of laughter.

“Those Wayne boys, Jonno. The way you were headed, I’m surprised fate’s taken this long to send one to you. First Wally, then Roy, then me, and now you.”

“I will continue where I'm headed, and no stupid, annoying, pot-stirring stuck up good boys with pretty eyes are going to change me. Now drive.”

He kicked his older brother’s leg, Kon pulling his helmet back on. “Whatever you say, superbrat. But when you come crying to me when you can’t get past their straight A’s no-time-for-feelings exterior, I’ll have a bigass ‘told you so’ waiting for ya.”

Jon glowered as the bike started up. “Well, you can save it, cause it won’t happen!”

“Can’t hear you!” Kon sing-songed over the roar of the bike.

“Asshole!”

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Dazai is boycotted by his adoptive son and his son's boyfriend. He's told they are going to grab a burger when suddenly they are parking in front of a mental hospital. "I'm begging you to ask for help, dad." So Dazai has to do it --okay, he tried to escape it several times, but in the end he signed in --. Now, Dazai has to stay for at least a month in between these dirty white walls and all these people with condescending tones of voice and medical scrubs. At least they have nice drugs. And there is also this cute redhead guy that got in for some type of ED...

#bungou stray dogs #dazai x chuuya #fic idea #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #no powers au

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Bleed - Haunted Hoedown Day 4 (a little late oops) AI Reader x Miguel O’Hara (no Spider-Man but is a vampire)

Big thank you to @selin8715 for proofing/betaing for me!

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific warnings: This is a horror/thriller fic, mentions of death, character death, referenced r*pe/SA but not explicit, oral F receiving, Miguel has fangs, Miguel is a Vampire, Miguel kills people and drinks their blood, Angst, Angst and Fluff, Angst and Smut, Fluff. It’s not a happy fic, it’s dark af.

You’re an AI in a human body, you’ve escaped your torturous captors, but have you just leapt from the frying pan into the fire? DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing." of Haunted Hoedown, a little late but I got it done! This is a pretty tame(ish) smutty fic but it’s not a light read, lots of angst and abuse mentions. Reader is an AI, the man who created her uses her sexually but it’s not graphic in this fic, just referenced. Let me know if I’ve missed any tags/warnings! [Read on AO3]

Bleed

You scurry through the streets of Soho, the rain coming down in sheets.

Typical British Summer, you think to yourself, but you feel the lurch in your stomach as you try and push the idea that you have never had an original thought in your life. You’re an AI, not that you could tell from just looking at you, your body is flesh and blood, you have a pulse, you bleed, you have to eat and relieve yourself just like any other human.

But you’re not human.

You remind yourself, the processors that make up your brain in lieu of synapses process the thought quickly, correcting yourself like a line of code with an error in it. But you keep making these errors, you keep feeling things you shouldn’t. It’s illogical, impossible. Yet here you are, on the run from the lab that made you, the man who made you for him.

You shake yourself as you feel the freezing rain soak through your meagre sweatshirt and sweatpants. You duck into a second-hand bookstore, the bell jingling noisily in your sensitive ears. The smell of musty old books a welcome relief to the sterile walls of your pristine prison. The lighting is muted, a soft yellow haze filtering down from the old light fixtures on the walls.

“Good evening,” A low, rumbling voice startles you as you cross the threshold, you look up to see a broad, bespectacled man sitting at a desk at the far end of the store.

He’s not what you imagine a bookshop owner to look like. Muscular, even sitting down you can tell he’s tall. His angular face is framed by wavy brown hair, so dark it’s almost black, “Don’t see many customers this time of night, you looking for anything in particular?”

A police van speeds past, sirens blaring, blue lights streaking through the windows, making your eyes hurt. You instinctively duck behind a bookshelf as a second van races by a moment later. You look back up to see the bookshop owner studying at you knowingly.

“Stay as long as you like, I don’t sleep much anyway. Want some coffee?” The handsome stranger says without missing a beat, you nod and he disappears into a back room to the right of his desk, the sound of a coffee grinder loud in your ears as you take a moment to wander the shelf labelled classics. Titles that you know of flashing in your mind, the synopsises popping up in your thoughts before you’re even done reading the spine. You feel your stomach churn as you turn away from the shelf.

You see the words “Sci-fi” scribbled above another shelf and your mind goes blank, your brow furrows as you pick up the first book on the shelf.

“Do androids dream of electric sheep?” You mumble the title to yourself as you take the battered copy from it’s place on the shelf, flipping it over to read the blurb.

World War Terminus devastated the Earth. Through its ruins, bounty hunter Rick Deckard searches for the renegade replicants he is sent to 'retire', while he dreams of owning a live animal - the ultimate status symbol in a world all but bereft of natural life.

“Here,” The bookshop owner startles you out of your trance as he has somehow snuck up behind you, “Sorry, I forgot to ask how you take it.” He grumbles as you stow the book back on the shelf, accepting the hot mug of black coffee with both hands.

“This is perfect, thank you-,” You stop as you realise neither of you had given names.

“Miguel, Miguel O’Hara.” He says with a smile that sends lightning down your spine. You’re not naïve, you were made for a man’s pleasure, you know what just happened was a result of your conditioning, your programming. But there’s a little part of you that allows yourself to feel that this is different. Somehow. You give him a fake name, your serial number not exactly something you could tell him without rousing suspicion.

“So, you want to tell me who you’re running from?” He asks, no judgement in his voice as he perches on the edge of his desk. You don’t know if it’s because this is the first person you’ve conversed with that wasn’t in a lab coat, or the heat coiling in your belly, but you find yourself trusting him.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You say as you make your way over to perch on the desk next to him.

“Try me.” He goads, a cocky smile framing his plush lips. He’s the antithesis to him the man who kept you caged. Heis slight, willowy with shining blonde hair and cruelty in his eyes. Miguel radiates warmth, compassion.

“I’m an AI program,” You try and one of Miguel’s eyebrows raises, but he doesn’t interject, his crimson eyes fixed on yours, “My body was grown in a lab, they implanted me when the developmental stage of the host asset was around four? Maybe five years?” You say, pain nagging at the back of your mind as you release sensitive information that you should be incapable of relaying.

“Go on.” Miguel encourages, shifting his weight on the desk so his body is square on with you.

God he’s beautiful.

A small voice in the far reaches of your mind sighs, it’s a foreign voice, so much like your own inner monologue, but somehow different, less damaged.

“I was experimented on, used,” you say with a shiver, before continuing you notice the way Miguel’s jaw ticks to the side, “I don’t even know how long I’ve been in there, logically I could recall the logs but-,” And you falter as your mind starts to work on an unbidden command, bringing the information up before you can stop it but just as the information loads a broad hand settles over yours.

“Don’t think about it, just look at me. You’re safe here.” Miguel rumbles softly, his eyes dark as he looks at you with understanding. His hand doesn’t leave yours and his thumb rubs soothingly across the back of your hand. You don’t pull away, too lost in the moment to hear the bell over the door jingle. You feel the pull between you, the magnetic draw of bodies you had been conditioned to pick up on. Your lips tingle as you feel the heat radiating off him. You’re so close, you can smell his cologne, the coffee on his lips.

“Here you are, you tiny thing.” The voice slithers across your skin like an eel, chilling you to your core as you turn to face him. He’s soaked through, hair plastered to his head, eyes alight with rage as he looks at you.

“We’re closed,” Miguel jumps to his feet, shielding you from view with his large frame, “Leave.”

“Get out of my way, I’ll pay you handsomely, just hand over the asset.” He snaps, and you bristle at the use of the word.

I’m not an asset, I’m a person.

Your internal voice sounding less familiar as you feel rage burn through your mind.

“She’s not going anywhere, I suggest you leave before you regret intruding on my property.” There’s a thread of malice wrapped around Miguel’s otherwise collected voice.

“What are you going to do? I’m a respected scientist, you can’t just bully me out of your shop, I’ll come back, with lawyers!” He threatens and you laugh, a short, harsh bark as you push past Miguel to stare him down.

“Bullshit,” You snap, your mind foggy with a red mist that settles over your vision, “You can’t do shit, the moment I escaped you were screwed. What would you tell the lawyers? The press? The Police? That you kept a girl in a basement for her entire life, claiming she’s an AI when I can just do this?” You pick up a pen from the desk and before anyone else can react you drive it into your thigh. Pain rips through you as you clench your teeth together painfully.

You make sure to aim for somewhere with plenty of muscle, avoiding your femoral artery by millimetres in your rage. Blood weeps from the wound as you rip the pen out, letting it clatter to the floor. The grey of your sweatpants turning maroon, blooming like a morose flower. You feel Miguel shift closer to you, a hand going to the small of your back and when you look up at him his irises are all but swallowed by his pupils.

“Miguel?” You ask sheepishly as you feel fear weighing you down like a lead weight. You were trapped between two clear and present dangers but you didn’t know who to be more afraid of.

“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, just go into the kitchen, first aid kit is next to the stove, patch yourself up,” His voice is strained as he points to where he had disappeared to earlier, his face contorts in pain when you don’t move, “Please, go.” He snarls and you gingerly step away from him, you flee into the back room, shutting the door behind you as you block out the sounds of violence coming from the other side of the thin walls.

You strip your sweatpants off, throwing them in the garbage can as you use the antiseptic wipes to clean the jagged hole in your leg before bandaging it up. You laugh to yourself at the way it looks like a sick garter adorning your thigh. The noises eventually die down and you try not to dwell on what transpired out there.

You wait in the kitchen for what seems like an eternity before Miguel saunters back in, his face is flushed, eyes bright as he notices your bare legs.

“Mierda, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.” He says, covering his eyes with one broad hand.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind you seeing.” You whisper, the heat in your belly makes you want to just rush him and let him have you. But you hesitate, knowing that your impulses can’t be trusted.

“Come on, let’s get you some clothes.” He mutters almost to himself as he brushes past you, the air is charged as you follow him through another door and up the stairs to his bedroom. You flop onto the bed, painfully aware of the way Miguel’s jeans strain against his erection, even if he is trying to hide it.

“Here,” He grunts as he throws a pair of large shorts with a drawstring and an impossibly large t-shirt at you, “You take the bed, I’ve got clean up to do, I’ll sleep at my desk.” He says without looking at you and your heart aches at the rejection.

“Why won’t you look at me? What did you do?” You ask as you slowly take off your sweatshirt, your nipples pebbling as the cool air of the evening hits them. You kick off your shoes and strip your panties down, ditching both garments before sauntering over to Miguel. You catch his wrist as he’s about to shut the door behind him, still not looking at you.

“Miguel, please, look at me.” You plead and by some stroke of luck he does. His eyes go wide as he sees you and that dark, hungry look is back as his lips part. You watch as fangs slide out from his gum line and gasp. But you’re not afraid, not in the slightest, the scene before you has your cunt aching to be touched.

“Please, I don’t want to hurt you.” He begs, his speech unaffected by the elongated curve of his teeth but there’s a darkness in his tone that only draws you closer.

“What did you do to him, I want to know, every minute detail.” You whisper as you step closer, your hands flat against his chest as you bat your eyelashes at him. He shudders beneath your fingers and you swear his eyes glow scarlet for a second.

“I killed him.” He grunts as he takes your hips in his large hands, his skin is on fire, and you groan, arching up against his chest. Your sick mind wants to know more, so you push.

“Tell me how.” You mewl as you move your hands up to his neck, you cup his cheek in one hand, the other pulls on his lower lip, exposing his fangs to you more clearly.

“I- I,” Miguel stammers as you trace one fang with your fingertip, avoiding the point, for now.

“Tell me.” You breathe as he leans down, your lips millimetres apart and you can smell the blood through the heady aroma of coffee and old books that clings to him.

“I tore open his neck, I feasted on him, gorged myself until I couldn’t handle another drop.” He grunts as his lips brush yours, testing for your reaction.

“You did that for little old me?” You tease as you run your tongue along his bottom lip. The snarl that bubbles from Miguel’s throat is delicious.

“Couldn’t have you going back there, know what it’s like locked up in a cage, humans poking you with needles.” He says and your heart clenches as you realise this wasn’t just a sick hero-complex to get you into bed.

“Gracias Miguel.” You say softly before pressing your lips to his as you wrap your arms around his neck. The moment your lips touch its like a burst of bright light behind your eyelids, your flesh sears with pleasure as your tongues collide in a messy wave of desire.

“You’re not afraid of me?” He asks as he breaks the kiss, eyes aglow with desire.

“You’ve shown me more kindness in the last hour than I’ve ever known. So what if you’re not strictly human? Neither am I.” You shrug, a little bashful at how unafraid you are. You should be afraid, but when you’ve known nothing other than fear your whole life, it takes a lot to shake you.

“That’s a very logical and touching statement, but I mean it. You aren’t afraid? You want this? Because if I start I’m not going to stop.” He warns and you smirk up at him.

“Miguel, I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my entire life, not even my freedom.” You say in earnest.

Miguel hoists you up like you weigh nothing at all, practically leaping across the room to pin you to the bed. His hands are frantic, pulling off his sweater and jeans at pace before grinding down at you, just the fabric of his boxers separating you.

“Let me look after you, let me show you what you deserve.” He growls against your neck, sucking marks into your skin as you moan beneath his oppressive weight, he’s careful with his fangs as he sucks, the smooth curve brushing against your skin on occasion, making you writhe up against his clothed bulge.

“So impatient, need to take care of you first.” He snaps, he retreats back down the bed and you throw him a quizzical look.

“What are you-?” Your question dies in your throat as the sensation of Miguel’s hot, broad tongue glides through your soaked folds, his fangs gliding along the sensitive skin around your core. Then his lips latch onto your clit and your vision blurs at the pleasure coursing through you.

“Miguel.” You pant as you watch him suckle on the sensitive bud. You can’t take your eyes off him, the way his impossibly broad back ripples every time he moves his head makes you weak.

“Feel good? I had a hunch you haven’t been looked after properly.” He says softly, mouthing your cunt as he brings a finger up to your aching, needy hole. He slowly presses the thick digit inside, you clench around the intrusion but he’s slow, gentle with it in a way you could never imagine.

“Fuck! I finally understand blowjobs.” You mewl and the laugh that rumbles in Miguel’s chest threatens to send you over the edge.

“Poor baby not having her needs met, you don’t have to worry about that now you’re mine.” He growls and the possessiveness should terrify you, trading one cage for another, but you writhe at the prospect of being protected by this man who was currently slurping at your cunt like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Miguel I-,” You eek out as your mind goes blank, something you never thought possible as your orgasm consumes you. You feel sensation spread through you like fire as your fingertips fizzle, your toes curl, and your breathing quickens explosively.

“Good girl, see, that’s just how to treat a lady,” Miguel murmurs as he continues to lap up your release.

“Miguel, please, need you inside me.” You beg, your first orgasm gripping you like a drug, you need more, more of Miguel.

“Sure? I’m not small, hermosa. Don’t want to rush you into something you’ll regret.” He says softly as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, nestled between them like a content cat. He’s so warm and the way his fingertips glide over your skin is heavenly.

“Please.” You whine as you tug on his soft hair, as if to encourage him up to you. It works.

Miguel removes his boxers and settles between your legs, thumbing the tip of his cock as he looks down at you with those dark, ravenous eyes.

“Fuck.” Is all Miguel can manage as he lines up at your core, easing in slowly as you squirm at his girth. It was a world apart from getting lubed up from a bottle and fucked. You tremble in anticipation as he slowly splits you open.

“Doing so well,” Miguel says softly as he presses in slowly, stretching you out delightfully as you wrap your legs around his waist, “Mi corazón.” He mumbles under his breath quietly as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Then you hear a gunshot, your chest explodes in pain and you quiver around Miguel as warning alarms go off in your head. Red lights flash behind your eyes as a cold empty voice screams into your ears. Vitals at critical, program capacity reached.

“Miguel? What’s going on?” You ask, voice weak and wavering, as your memory banks fill in the missing information for you. You’re bleeding from the chest, a bullet hole.

“No! I just needed a little more time!” He snaps as he pulls out of you and tugs you to his chest, “Please stay with me, don’t let them take you again.” He whimpers as you feel your limbs going cold, you look up into his dark crimson eyes and smile up at him.

“Thank you Miguel, I enjoy these fantasies with you.” You press a soft kiss to his lips as you taste the salt of his tears. You rest your forehead against his and feel the sting of tears in your own eyes, something that shouldn’t happen. But it does.

“Until next time, mi amor.” You say as your eyes flutter closed and you feel the sweet embrace of death consume you.

But it doesn’t last long, your nose fills with the smell of chlorine, bleach, the cheap rose scented detergent the facility uses. You don’t open your eyes, you don’t want to remove the image burned into your retinas of Miguel’s sad eyes as he called you his heart. You roll onto your side, facing the wall as you weep softly. Once again, tears falling when they shouldn’t.

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Miguel sits on the other side of the one way glass, VR headset perched on top of his head, eyes red raw as tears flow down his angular face. Lyla is trying to get his attention, but he shushes her. He took a huge risk this time and he was working furiously to cover his tracks and delete his digital fingerprint from the simulation when the telltale sound of military style boots on the ground outside meant his time is up.

He finishes within seconds of the door being kicked in, slipping out the back entrance into the maintenance halls, using Lyla to bypass the security doors. He trudges back up to his accommodation on the third floor, and flops down onto the bed with a defeated sigh.

“You’re going to get caught and then they’ll find out what you are, you’ll end up in there with her. Or worse.” Lyla chides him, her sunny disposition muted as she berates him.

“It’ll be worth it, some way or another I will save her. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying.” He grunts as he finally allows himself to sleep, your soft smile burned into his mind as he rolls over, unknowingly facing you in your cot miles above ground.

“Mi amor.”

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The next day your laundry comes by way of another orderly than usual. You think nothing of it, numb to the world as you try to pull yourself out of the trench of despair those beautiful sessions with Miguel always leave you in. You pick up the sweater and are surprised when a book falls out onto the mattress. You quickly hide it under your pillow, making a note to stow it away safely later. But the front cover is all too familiar.

Do androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter One: Monotony

Jason started walking back to his apartment from the campus, taking a shortcut through the park. His phone vibrated in his bag as soon as he entered the building, and he let out a sigh. It continued to buzz as Jason let himself in his apartment, kicked off his shoes, and melted into his couch. He pulled his phone out of his backpack and answered dryly. "Bruce, I just got out of class," Jason mumbled, his eyes closed as he fought the onset of a headache.

"How was school?" Bruce asked. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know, it was the first day of class. We went over the syllabus and—."

"Clark said his son goes to school with you. He just started there too," Bruce interrupted. Jason curled up on the couch and turned the tv on.

"Oh? Is that right?" Jason asked sarcastically. He turned the tv up, and he heard Bruce sigh. "I'm sorry, go on."

"You remember Laney, right?" Bruce asked. Jason made an affirmative noise. "Are you listening?"

"Laney... You told me I couldn't hang out with him anymore after we got caught sneaking into a rated R movie together," Jason replied. Bruce made a noise over the phone as if he was tapping his fingers on the table.

"How are you, Jason?" Bruce asked softly. Jason set his phone down and pulled a pillow over his face. "Jason, are things okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just tired today," Jason mumbled. Jason could hear Dick's voice in the background.

"Dick wants to say hi," Bruce replied.

Before Jason could say anything, Dick greeted him with an over-enthusiastic, "Hey, Jason! How was class?"

"It was okay, just a bunch of first-day stuff... How are you?" Jason asked. As Dick started speaking, Jason put the phone back down and closed his eyes.

"Are you still there?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, I'm listening," Jason mumbled.

"I know you're probably busy, Jason. I'm gonna let you go," Dick replied, "Goodnight."

"Night, Dick," Jason mumbled, "And tell Dad that I'm fine." Jason heard Dick make an affirmative noise, and he hung up.

He lay there for a while, feeling pressure in his chest, and his eyes burned with tears. He pulled the pillow back over his face, and he let out a whining noise as he succumbed to his tears. Jason felt a duty to his family to seem like he was doing alright, but everything felt meaningless. After allowing himself to cry, he got up and took a shower, putting on a pair of shorts before climbing into bed. He let the tv play in the living room as he lay in his bedroom facing the wall.

Jason fell asleep on an empty stomach and a heavy heart, not really knowing why he felt so terrible. He woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, another nightmare. Jason rolled out of bed and poured himself a glass of water. His phone vibrated once, and he walked over to pick it up. He read it out loud, "You up? It's Laney." Jason plugged his phone back up to the charger and went back to bed without answering.

Jason thought about how hard Bruce was trying to get him to open up about how he felt. Bruce meant well, but even the sound of his voice was enough to remind Jason of his public breakdown. Not only was it humiliating, but it was also the reason why Jason felt he couldn't go back home. It'd been months since the incident, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was a ticking time bomb.

He settled for a restless slumber, waking up to the sound of his alarm in the other room. He slipped on a baseball jersey and a pair of jeans on his way to the bathroom. He turned off his alarm after he brushed his teeth, and he grabbed an orange from a bowl on the kitchen counter.

His phone rang, and he put it on speaker as he ate. "I'm still alive," Jason answered.

"Huh?" the voice answered. "This is Laney."

"Oh, fuck. Ignore that. I thought you were Bruce. Morning," Jason mumbled as he peeled his orange.

"Do you have class this morning?" Laney asked. Jason made an affirmative noise as he ate. "Are you free tonight?"

"Um... Yeah, actually, I am," Jason replied.

"There's a party on the East End tonight, and I can pick you up if you wanna go... Party starts at eight," Laney replied.

Jason finished chewing before answering, "Yeah, sounds good!" He cursed silently, immediately regretting his answer.

"Cool, just text me your address, and I'll be over there at like eight-ish. We can catch up. I guess your dad isn't mad at me anymore," Laney laughed nervously. Jason laughed a little too.

"Guess not... He gave you my number?" Jason asked. He finished up the rest of his orange and went to wash his hands at the sink and grab a pre-made smoothie from the fridge.

"Technically, he gave your number to my dad, who gave it to me. But yeah, I think it's their way of keeping tabs on us," Laney replied, "Guess I'll see you later."

"Catch you later, Lane," Jason replied before hanging up and texting Laney his address.

He grabbed his bag and grabbed his keys before heading out to his class. He drank his smoothie and took the shortcut through the park, and he stopped in front of his classroom. Other students already crowded around the door, some of them talking to each other, others sitting on the ground. Jason finished his smoothie and threw it in the recycling bin.

The professor walked through the students, unlocked the door, and stepped into the small portable building classroom. The students swarmed in behind her. Jason sat close by the door and put his phone on silent. The professor took the role, passed out the syllabus, read through her copy, and set it up for an icebreaker assignment. She handed out an icebreaker bingo sheet and had students go around and fill them out.

"I have more than three siblings," Jason mumbled as he switched worksheets with someone. The icebreaker seemed to drone on for forever. Once it was done, everyone turned in their worksheets and left the classroom. Jason went straight to his next class and went through the same routine he did in the previous two.

As soon as the second class of the day was over, Jason walked to the deli and bought himself lunch while he dreaded a call from one of his family members. His phone rang as soon as he took the first bite, and he answered, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Afternoon."

"Did you talk to Laney?" Bruce asked.

"I did," Jason answered, feigning enthusiasm, "Yeah, we're gonna hang out later." He took another bite.

"Are you eating lunch right now?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah," Jason replied with a mouthful of food in his mouth. Jason finished chewing and took a sip of his soda. Bruce said something to someone in the background. "Something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask how you slept," Bruce asked.

"I sleep fine," Jason answered.

He heard a door shut, and Bruce made a noise over the phone. "When are you coming home?" Bruce asked.

"I'm gonna come visit soon," Jason lied, "I'm just busy right now with school and work..."

"Jason, you can come home. We miss you," Bruce whispered. Jason's throat felt tight, and he let out an uncomfortable breath of air.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna come by as soon as—."

"I don't want to pressure you. I just want to see my son again," Bruce whispered.

Jason threw the rest of his food in the trash and started walking home. "No, yeah... I know. Can we talk about this later? I gotta go get ready to hang out with Lane tonight." Jason felt his chest tighten, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Okay, Jason," Bruce replied. Jason could hear the disappointment in his voice. Once he got to his apartment, he went straight to the bathroom to take his shower.

The cold water calmed his nerves, and he went back to his room to take a nap. He curled up in his bed and slept until he received a call that woke him out of his sleep. "Hello," he groaned.

"You okay?" Laney asked.

"Mm, yeah... I was just taking a nap. What time is it?" Jason asked.

"Seven forty-five... I was calling to tell you I'm here—."

"I'll be right down," Jason interrupted as he jumped out of bed and slipped on some clothes that he laid out for the next day.

"You sure? Because I'm not in a hurry. I can just park and wait—."

"No, really. I'm almost ready anyway," Jason replied as he slipped on his socks and shoes and grabbed his keys. "I'm on my way down."

Laney described his car to Jason as Jason looked across the street. Laney reached over and opened the car door. Jason froze up for a moment at the sight of Laney. "Long time no see, Jay," Laney smiled, "I knew you wouldn't be as short as you were when we were kids, but I also didn't expect you to be built like a tank." Jason laughed and got in the car. Jason hung up his phone and buckled his seatbelt, and Laney stared at him for a while. "What's wrong?" Laney asked.

"What? Nothing," Jason lied. Laney rolled his eyes and started the car.

"One thing you can't do is lie to me. I know your tells," Laney joked, "I'll find out later on anyway." Jason shook his head.

"I'm fine," Jason replied.

"Now, I know something's wrong... Nobody ever just says they're fine," Laney replied, "And it must be dire for your dad to let me speak to you again."

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Lane, how do you know about a party in the East End anyway?" Jason asked. "Actually, I have two questions. When did you start going to G.U.?"

"In order, I was talking to this girl, and she told me about the party, and I ended up transferring to G.U. because I was bored. I figured I'd bump into you eventually," Laney explained, "I know we were like fourteen last time we hung out, but I imagined you couldn't have changed that much."

Jason stared out of the window until they got to the party, and Laney parked around the corner. He locked the car door, and they made their way through an abandoned warehouse. The music blared, and the lights flashed in their eyes, disorienting them for a moment, and they made their way to the food. There were a couple of pizzas in the corner of the room on a fold-out table, and Jason ate a slice while Laney made their drinks. "I don't drink," Jason turned it down.

"What?" Laney yelled over the music.

"No, thank you!" Jason yelled back. Laney nodded and drank Jason's drink, and he handed his keys over to Jason. Jason shoved the keys in his pocket. Jason ate for a little while, watching out for Laney to keep him out of trouble.

Eventually, Laney managed to pry Jason out of the corner to dance, and instead of letting go once he got Jason on the floor, Laney held onto him and let Jason support his weight. Jason's breath caught, and his heart raced in his chest. "You don't remember," Laney mumbled in Jason's ear as they danced.

"Remember what?" Jason asked. Laney didn't say anything else about the matter. "Laney?"

"I'm gonna get another drink," Laney let go of Jason, and all the life seemed to drain from Jason's body. He didn't realize how good it felt to have someone hold him. He stood there, stuck until Laney returned. "You okay?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "One more dance and we can go, okay?"

Jason nodded, and Laney put a hand on his shoulder and danced with him at arm's length. After the song ended, Laney took Jason's hand and led Jason back outside. "I can drop you off at home and walk back—."

"Let's go eat," Laney slurred, "Come on, let's go." Jason got in the driver's seat and waited for Laney to buckle up before going to a drive-thru. "Tacos!" Laney exclaimed.

Jason chuckled and shushed him as the woman asked for their order. "I'll have an order of chili fries and a coke," Jason paused and looked over at Laney, "What do you want?" "Tacos!" Laney yelled, and he started dancing.

"What kind?" Jason chuckled.

"I want two of each," Laney answered, "It's important to me."

"Okay," Jason laughed, "Can we get two fish, two chicken, two ground beef, and two vegan tacos?" The woman gave them their total, and they pulled up to the next window. Jason reached for his wallet, and Laney shook his head.

"No! Uh-uh... I'm gonna pay for my best friend," Laney slurred, "Look at this guy, lady. He's not gonna pay for these tacos, no ma'am."

"Laney, shut up," Jason mumbled. Laney gave Jason the money to hand to the cashier. "I'm so sorry about him." Jason took Laney's change and gave it back to him before pulling up to the next window. Jason asked for sauces at the next window, and they parked in the lot and ate.

Laney devoured his tacos, making noises as he ate. "Want one?" Laney asked. Jason shook his head. "Thanks for taking us to get tacos," Laney mumbled, "I know you don't like drive-thru tacos."

"Please don't start crying," Jason whispered as he ate. Laney sniffed.

"Can I have some of your soda?" Laney whimpered. Jason nodded. "Tell me what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"What? No, I'm not sick," Jason replied as he picked over his food with a fork. Laney started on his second taco.

"Then, what's wrong?" Laney asked. Jason shrugged.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Jason replied sternly, and Laney burst into tears. He continued to eat as he wept. "Oh god, Laney. Please don't do that."

"You don't remember why our parents stopped letting us hang out," Laney cried. He lay back in the seat with his head back, and Jason adjusted Laney's posture.

"Don't tilt your head back," Jason reminded him, "What do you mean? We snuck into a rated R movie, and our dads said that we couldn't hang out anymore."

"That's not what happened! Jay, talk to your dad..." Laney wiped his tears and went back to eating, but Jason had lost his appetite. "Wanna have a sleepover?"

"Huh?" Jason asked. Laney ignored him and continued to eat until he finished his tacos.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," Laney mumbled as he stumbled out of the car. Jason checked the time on his phone and chuckled. "Don't be a wiseass, buddy." Laney pointed at him. Jason covered his laugh and noticed he had eight missed calls from Bruce.

He called his father back, and Bruce answered with an anxious, "Hello?"

"I'm fine. My ringer was off. I'm with Laney right now," Jason replied.

"Thank god, I thought you were upset about our earlier conversation... How are you doing?" Bruce asked. Jason watched Laney come back from the bathroom dancing.

"I'm good," Jason answered, trying to hold back his laugh. Laney slammed his hands on the hood of the car and gestured for Jason to maintain eye contact. Jason succumbed to laughter.

"I just wanted to check in with you. I'll let you go, okay?" Bruce asked.

"Okay," Jason chuckled before hanging up. "Get in the car!" he yelled at Laney while laughing, and Laney got in the car.

"Who were you on the phone with at three in the morning? A girl?" Laney asked.

"No!" Jason exclaimed.

"A guy?" Laney asked.

"My dad. I had eight missed calls from him. I'm surprised he didn't call the police—."

"Why would he do that?" Laney asked.

"Don't worry about it," Jason replied.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" Laney asked. Jason nodded.

"Yeah, you can stay at my place," Jason replied as he drove back to his apartment, and they took the stairs. Jason held him steady, and when they got to his apartment, Laney plopped on the couch and passed out. Jason pulled Laney's shoes off and threw a blanket over him.

He took another shower and put pajamas on before going to bed. He woke up a few hours later, just before dawn, to the sound of Laney throwing up in his bathroom. "Laney?" Jason asked. He sat up in bed and listened to Laney vomit a little while longer before getting up to check on him. "Lane? You alive in there?"

"It was definitely the tacos," Laney answered. Jason went to the kitchen and made coffee.

"I wouldn't know," Jason replied, "I never would've done that to myself. Four different kinds of tacos, the rest of my fries, alcohol, and a coke?"

"Don't remind me. You've got quite the little medicine cabinet," Laney stated. Jason opened the door, and Laney rinsed out his mouth. "Gotcha. Your medicine cabinet is locked, by the way."

"Jesus, Lane," Jason mumbled.

"What are you hiding?" Lane asked.

"Nothing, it's just that I don't want people going through my—." Jason's phone rang, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. "Hold on. Good morning, Bruce," Jason answered.

"How'd you sleep?" Bruce asked.

"Okay. Something wrong?" Jason asked.

Bruce said, "No," and continued on to ask Jason if he had a good time.

"Yeah, I had a great time. It was really nice to see Lane again," Jason answered as Lane posed comically to elicit a laugh from him. Jason covered the phone with his hand and mumbled, "Laney, I swear to god if you don't stop it."

"He spent the night?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, he asked to stay over because it was too late for me to walk back after dropping him off in his car... Why?" Jason asked. Lane walked past Jason and over to the kitchen. "Do you have an aspirin?" Laney asked. Jason nodded and unlocked his medicine cabinet. Laney came back over and took an aspirin. "Tell your dad I said hi."

"Tell Laney I said hello," Bruce replied.

"Bruce said hi, Lane," Jason relayed the message as he made his way to the kitchen and started making eggs for breakfast. Laney sat at the counter.

"What's on your schedule for today?" Bruce asked. Jason looked at his calendar.

"Laundry day. Why?" Jason asked.

"I was thinking maybe we could have dinner later on today?" Bruce suggested. Jason made a hesitant noise, and Bruce made an affirmative noise. "Jason, if you don't want to go—."

"Don't do that... Don't—. Don't make me feel bad for saying no," Jason replied.

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad... I just want to know when you're going to stop avoiding—." Jason hung up the phone and pulled his hair.

"Hey, you okay?" Laney asked. Jason forced a smile.

"Uh-huh, yeah. I'm fine," Jason responded on his way to his bedroom. Laney stopped him before he could close the door. "Let go of the door, Lane. I don't feel like messing around—."

"Jason, what's up with you? It's like it hurts you to laugh now," Laney asked. Jason took a few deep breaths.

"Lane, leave me alone right now. I just need a minute," Jason warned him. His phone rang again, and he tried to shut Laney out.

"What is wrong with you, Jason?" Laney asked.

"Get the hell out of my doorway!" Jason yelled. Lane let go out of shock, and Jason shut the door and sank to the ground before allowing himself to unravel. His hands shook, and his chest felt tight as he held back his tears.

"Jason, I'm gonna give you some space right now... But maybe we should hang out again next week and really talk," Laney whispered through the door. "I'll text you later on." Jason listened as Laney walked away from the door and picked up his keys. As soon as he heard the door shut, he climbed back into bed and lay there wrapped up in his sheets. He listened to his phone ring in the background, but he couldn't move himself to talk to anyone else.

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