#but getting the pink bodysuit AHHH

[breakbleheavens]

CRUEL SUMMER The Eras Tour — Sydney, Australia (Night 4) | February 26, 2024

[lilypadlys]

Laundry Day

Sunshine and Aurora have a girls trip to the mall to buy Aurora lingerie.

Ship: Aurora/Sunshine

Word Count: 1,683

Rating: Teen

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, trying on lingerie, fade to black implied spice at the end

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It all started when it was Aurora’s turn to do the pack’s laundry. Still newly topside, operating appliances was occasionally a daunting task so fortunately Sunshine was there to help.

“Dump the clothes in here right?”

“Yup. And here’s the tray for the detergent and fabric softeners. Oh before you close it, let's throw some borax in there. It’ll help deal with the smell.” Sunshine exaggeratedly waves her hand in front of her nose in reference to the smell of the boys’ dirty socks.

“Can I push the buttons?”

“Haha, sure.”

They both smile as the buttons make a little chime when they’re pushed and soon the washer begins filling with water.

“Okay, now we can fold the clean stuff while we wait.”

Thus follows the weekly challenge of discerning whose clothes are whose. Size, style, and shape doesn’t help when they all practically share clothes at times. There’s this one faded and stretched t-shirt that’s rumored to have belonged to one of Primo’s ghouls and just kept getting passed around.

Sunshine picks up a pair of neon pink panties.

“These yours?”

Aurora shakes her head.

“I wish. Mine are just the white ones.” She picks a pair of her ministry issue white cotton ones from the laundry heap. “I don’t have any pretty ones.”

Sunshine drops the panties back on the pile to stare at Aurora with that look she gets when she’s plotting something.

“What are you thinking?”

“Would you like some pretty ones?”

“I mean…honestly yeah. I wouldn’t mind it. These are someone else's though. I know we share a lot of clothing but I don’t want to steal someone’s underwear.”

“How about we get you your own? We can hit the mall tomorrow.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you deal with those itchy ones any longer than you have to. Let’s get you some new bras too, okay?”

“Okay!”

Aurora can hardly wait. She’s seen the lingerie the other’s wear. Cumulus’ sets are her favorite, lots of blues and the occasional red. She looks so stunning in all of them from her bra and panty sets to her bodysuits. They all accent her curves deliciously. Rain probably has to be a close second though. Her jaw hit the floor the first time she saw him in garters and stockings and she’s joined the others in poorly masking excuses to brush their hands and tails over the nylon. He’s derailed many a movie night by showing up in a partially tempting set. Regardless of who wears it, Aurora feels that it always makes them look so sexy. And now she gets to wear some of her own.

The next day she's practically bouncing in excitement, pestering Sunshine about when they can go to the mall. Aurora finishes her chores in record time and impatiently waits by the ministry’s garages for a sibling to take her and Sunshine on their outing. Finally though, they head out and arrive at their destination.

The sister sets them loose with promises to meet up in a few hours. Sunshine steers and over excited Aurora to their department store of choice and to the lingerie section.

“Start looking around.”

“Kay!”

Aurora skips around happily until a price tag, and its rather large number, catches her eye.

“Ahh? Why is it so expensive? It’s barely any fabric?”

Sunshine shrugs.

“Dunno. Don’t worry about it though.”

When Sunshine flashes the shiny plastic card, Aurora gasps.

“Is that Papa’s credit card?” She asks timidly.

“Nah.”

“Oh good-”

“It’s Mister Psaltarian’s.”

“Ahhh no that’s worse!”

“Eh he’s a penny pincher. He barely uses it. All that money is just sitting around, might as well use it.”

“But Aether said that’s not how credit cards work.”

“Is Aether here?”

“No…?”

“Then it’s not a problem. Now go start looking around. If you see something you like, I’ll help you find it in your size.”

“Okay…”

Aurora gives Sunshine the side eye but her attention is quickly drawn to a pretty baby pink lace bralette. She rubs the lacy trim between her fingers consideringly.

“Grab it if you like it. We’ll get a stack going of stuff for you to try on so you can figure out what you like.”

“Okie.”

After about fifteen minutes of Aurora flitting around the lingerie department, pointing at bras and panties and Sunshine grabbing and carrying them for her, they have a decent pile. Then it’s off to the dressing rooms.

“Need any help?”

“Nah, I got it.”

“Cool. I’ll wait out here.”

Aurora heads into a changing room and strips down to her panties. She grabs the bralette first and pairs it with matching panties. The combo is nice. The pink matches her cotton candy hair and the lace makes her feel fancy. One set down, like ten more to go.

One by one she tries everything on and separates them into yes and no piles. A black push up bra and matching cheeky panties join the yes pile while an ill fitting and scratchy panty quickly gets flung to the no pile. She finally redresses and pokes her head out to beckon Sunshine into the stall.

“So how’d it go?”

“Push up bras feel weird at first but I think I like them. This brand of panties is nice. Those other ones can fuck right off though. Too itchy.”

“Haha, no problem.” Sunshine grabs the offending garments to put on the clothing return rack. “Want more like the blue ones?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, let's go find some more of those.”

They return to the lingerie section to grab a fresh selection of things for Aurora to try and again end up back at the dressing rooms. Aurora gives her ratings from behind the stall door while Sunshine waits at the ready to run and grab different sizes, styles, and colors.

Aurora waggles a neon yellow bra over the door and Sunshine snorts.

“You called?”

“Can you grab one of the next size up please?”

“On it Princess.”

Sunshine returns with the bra and a couple other panty sets that caught her eye.

“Here you go. Wanna try these as well?”

“Kay.”

After about an hour and a half, Aurora’s made her selections. She’s set up with a week’s worth of pretty, and non itchy, bras and panties. Somehow they even make it to the register without dropping anything. Sunshine pays with the swiped credit card and they’re on their way with time for a pretzel stop before they need to meet back up with the sister who drove them.

Aurora’s uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home.

When they reach their wing, Sunshine bumps her shoulder.

“Everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Thank you for going with me!”

“No problem. Happy to help.”

Aurora opens and closes her mouth before frowning.

“Um, well…it’s just that…I dunno. I really like the stuff we picked out but…”

“Hm?”

“It’s just that Lulu, and Rain, and you and Ciri all look so good in lingerie. I didn’t feel bad, just not amazing or anything. Didn’t have like a, wow moment.”

“Tell you what. Let’s get your favorite set washed, the pink ones right? Then how about you get dressed up in it with some better lighting than in the dressing room and see how you feel. Is that okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Sunshine clips the tags and gets a load of reds going. Then in the meantime they relax, both tired from running back and forth across the department store so many times. When the dryer has finished its cycle, Sunshine retrieves Aurora’s things.

“How about you get dressed in these for me. But don’t look in the mirror yet.”

“Kay.”

Aurora strips completely this time and pulls on the new panties.

“Ooh. These are so soft!”

“Aren’t they?”

Sunshine does up the back of Aurora’s bra and adjusts the straps so it fits her better.

“Okay, don’t look quite yet.” She grabs a bundle of pastel pink satin from the garment bag. “I found these at the store too and thought you might like them. If not, no worries. We’re about the same size so I’ll steal them.”

Sunshine’s disclaimer is unneeded as Aurora’s eyes get huge and she makes grabby hands for the stockings.

“Ahh I love them!”

Sunshine helps her slip those on as well, fussing over the fit of everything. Finally she steps back and nods.

“Okay, now you can look.”

Aurora turns around to face the full length mirror and she freezes.

The bralette is a tiny thing, really only supporting her underbust and leaving little else to the imagination. The panties too are scanty, cut high on her hips in the front and snug on her ass in the back.

Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth follows in an even bigger grin. The way her body is framed tantalizingly, how her little tits are put on display, how the stockings dig into the slight swell of her thighs. She can’t help but stand a little straighter and cock her hip. Unable to find the words she makes a happy little trill and she bounces on her toes.

“Good?”

“I feel so fucking pretty!” Aurora does a little spin to admire herself from every angle.

“As you should! You look gorgeous.”

“I feel so much better about it now. I guess trying the panties on for real helps. And the stockings! Eeeee!”

Sunshine smiles, self satisfied.“I knew you’d love them.”

“I wanna go show the others!”

“...right now?”

Aurora meets Sunshine’s gaze in the mirror. The latter frowns, her pupils slanting cat-like. Predatory.

“Yeah, why?”

Sunshine sidles up behind Aurora and traces a hand over her hip. Her voice takes on a possessive edge.

“I’m not ready to have to share you yet.”

“O-oh! Hehe.” Aurora giggles, suddenly shy. “I mean, you don’t have to share…”

Sunshine slips her fingers into the waistband of Aurora’s panties and pulls it taught.

“Good.”

She releases the fabric allowing it to snap back. Aurora squeaks.

“On the bed princess.”

Aurora couldn’t make it to the bed faster if she tried.

[sugarsugarmoon]

March is for Lovers - Part Two: Your Birthday

Summary: After you dommed Yoongi for his birthday, it’s time for him to return the favor. It’s a birthweek to remember.

Read Part One Here

Genre: Smut, pwp

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Rating: M

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), bondage, impact play, Dom/sub dynamics, some exhibitionism but not really, unprotected sex, butt plug stuff (idk writing warnings is always weird)

a/n: I said this last year, this is mostly just for me because my birthday and Yoongi’s birthday are 5 days apart. But ya know...fun stuff. Unedited, as usual.

WC: 1984

Less than a week after Yoongi’s birthday, it’s time to celebrate yours. You almost feel bad for taking the attention away from him, but he insists that he doesn’t care about his birthday at all. You joke that he’s just saying that to make you feel better, but you know that he probably wouldn’t even celebrate it if you didn’t make him.

Ever since the night of his birthday, you haven’t been able to stop picturing your beautiful boyfriend submitting to you. He’d also mentioned something that you had thought about a little bit before, but you hadn’t ever experienced. Yoongi had said that he’d masturbated to the idea of being the first person to slide his cock into your ass. The fact that it turned Yoongi on so much turned you on. You weren’t quite ready for it, but you thought you’d give him a little surprise tonight.

The night of your birthday, you get dressed up again. This time you put on a more cutesy outfit than sexy. A white bodysuit, purple jumper skirt, frilly white socks, and your tallest, platform heels. You feel adorable, and that alone spreads a smile across your face. You decided that since you’d gone out with friends for Yoongi’s birthday, you wanted to do something just the two of you today.

The two of you go to your favorite restaurant, a hole in the wall place out of the main segment of the downtown. The food there was intricate and elegant. You loved it, and the dim lighting and small dining room made for a very intimate feeling at the table.

While you are eating, Yoongi leans over and whispers, “Go to the bathroom, and take off your panties.”

You almost choke on the bite that’s in your mouth. The deep and sultry tambor of Yoongi’s dominant voice immediately sends a shock of arousal through your whole body. You nod slowly and make your way to the bathroom. When you step into the stall and slip your panties off, they are soaked completely through. You groan a little at the wetness, then you scrunch them up into a ball in your hand. You can feel the arousal against your palm as you walk back to the table. You almost run into a waiter because you are so focused on getting back to Yoongi. You apologize profusely, cross the room, then take your seat again.

“Show me,” Yoongi says coolly.

You place your hand on the table and open your fist, showing the lacy, damp ball that’s concealed inside.

“Good girl.” He smirks, and you’re glad that you’re already sitting down.

As you finish the rest of your meal, Yoongi sneaks his hand under the table to softly touch your bare thigh. You quiver at the feeling of his warm fingers on your bare skin. It takes longer than usual to eat, and you can’t stop imagining what Yoongi has in store for you tonight.

In the car on the way home, Yoongi slowly inches his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. In the dark, it’s hard to see his features, but you know that he’s enjoying it. His hand continues to slide upwards until his little finger is resting against your labia. You shudder as it grazes your skin, and you glance over at Yoongi’s face. In the passing streetlights, you see his tongue dart out in the corner of his mouth, moistening his lips. Your pussy clenches at the sight, and then his finger scoots over to your clit, stroking it so gently that it feels like a whisper of pleasure. You squirm in your seat as he drives home.

After he pulls into the driveway, Yoongi swiftly moves around the car to open the door for you. It makes you flush, and the heat in your cheeks makes you giggle to yourself. He leads you in, through the house to the living room. You don’t know when he had the time to set it up, but the sight of the room makes your stomach flip.

In the middle of the room sits what looks very similar to a sawhorse with a pad on either side, and the untrained eye might think it’s just that. You recognize it as a spanking bench. Laid across the top of the bench sit your silk ropes, shiny and silver. Your heartbeat quickens, and you turn and face Yoongi, a smile creeping across your face.

Yoongi gives you a one word command. “Strip.”

You take your clothes off and drop them to the floor. You can feel your breath growing ragged with anticipation as he leads you over to the bench. When he bends you over and you put your knees up on the padded sides, he sees the small surprise you’d had planned for him. He runs a hand over your buttcheek and squeezes it firmly.

“Is this little gem for me, baby?” he nearly growls.

He pushes gently on the pink heart shaped gem plug, and a small moan escapes past your lips. He laughs and does it again. Your back arches, and you can feel yourself wiggling in place. As he continues laughing at you, he fastens each of your ankles to the frame of the bench. He moves around you and ties your wrists together, fastening it to the frame of the bench as well. You pull slightly against the ties, and they are firmly attached. Yoongi positions himself behind you again, and you can feel yourself dripping from your pussy.

“Oh look at this,” Yoongi taunts as he runs his finger through the wetness. “My horny little slut getting worked up just from being tied up.”

He takes both hands and grabs your ass tight and firm again. Then his hand falls down hard on your cheek. The slapping sound sends even more arousal through you. You whimper from the impact but hope for more. You are not disappointed. Smack after smack lands on your cheeks, stinging in the moments his hand isn’t there. He rubs the hot spot on your rear before striking it again. You squeal and moan as he continues.

“Shh, honey,” he goads. “Where are you panties?”

When you tell him, he crosses to your purse and pulls them out. He walks over in front of you and squats down. His index and middle finger tease your lips until he pulls your mouth open. He pushes his fingers all the way into your mouth, and you lick at it, unable to stop yourself. He pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth for a moment. Yoongi withdraws his fingers from your mouth but keeps pulling it open. He shoves your panties into your mouth, muffling your moans. You can taste yourself on them, and it turns you on even more.

“That’s my slut,” he says as he runs his thumb down your jaw.

He stands again and crosses behind you. You sit, unable to turn around, waiting for something to happen. You feel his hot breath against your inner thigh, and it accentuates how wet you are, dripping down your legs. He breathes against your soaking folds for a moment before his tongue begins to tease you. He laps at your entrance before teasing your clit in slow circles. Moans pour out of you, the sound dampened by fabric.

He continues working your folds until you feel yourself starting to quiver, approaching your orgasm. He must feel it too because as soon as you start to shake slightly, he takes away the stimulation. You pout and wiggle against the restraints, body begging for more. He leaves you, writhing gently against your bonds. 

After waiting what feels like forever, you feel Yoongi’s cock rubbing against you, through the slickness. He teases you over and over until he finally slides his cock inside of you. The stretch inside of you feels overwhelming, and you want to cry out but can’t. He pumps in and out of you, and it pulls you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes can’t focus, so you close them, drawing your attention to the sensation inside you.

Then he stops.

“Yoongiiii!” you mumble around the panties in your mouth.

He laughs again. He keeps doing that. His cock is still inside of you, and you can feel it move with his laughter.

“Poor thing, wants to cum so badly but can’t.”

His hips start to move slowly, dragging leisurely against all the sensitive spots inside of you. It’s agony, not enough to cum but enough to drive you crazy. You moan and whimper, your chest pressed hard against the cushion on top. You can’t hold your head up anymore, and you let it loll on your neck, dropping down against the bench. Yoongi continues his slow movement, over and over.

His hand falls hard on your ass again, and you have to fight not to come around his cock. You cry out around the lace.

“Do you want to cum?” he asks, mockingly.

You nod your head fiercely.

“Ahhh, sweet little thing. You can cum while I spank you, okay?”

You nod again, and his hand slaps your ass again, hard. Three more thwacks land on the skin before you are tumbling over the edge of your orgasm. You are moaning loudly, and your hands curl into tight light fists. Your toes curl up, unable to move. Every muscle in your bottom contracts, and your pussy pulses over and over. Your mind is overcome with pleasure. The only thought in your mind is the sensation of Yoongi’s cock inside of you. Your pussy even more sensitive and full because of the plug in your ass.

As your coming, Yoongi’s hips pick up the pace, and he starts to thrust hard against you. Frantic, desperate thrusts as his cock hits you deep. You moan as a second orgasm overcomes you. You breathe deeply through your nose as Yoongi’s cock coerces a third orgasm out of you. His hips stutter, and he spills inside of you.

His hips slow, but he doesn’t immediately stop. “I wanna make sure I fuck my cum as deep inside of you as possible.”

He thrusts hard and deep inside of you, his cock keeping its stiffness while he does. When he pulls out, you groan from the sensation, wishing he was still inside of you. He gently tugs the gem plug from inside of you, and you moan again, feeling completely empty. You can feel his cum dribbling from your lips, and he swipes it up with his finger. He comes around to the front of you and tells you to open up. He pulls the panties out and shoves his fingers in, the salty, sweet mixture of your juices on your tongue. You moan and wrap your lips around it. He slides his fingers out from your mouth, and begins to untie you.

Once you are unbound, he leads you to the bedroom, helping you get into bed. “What can I get you, honey?”

“Just your cuddles. I just want to feel your skin.”

He smiles and climbs up next to you. He wraps his arms around you, and you bury your face into his chest, his smooth skin feels like comfort on your face. You run your fingers up and down his back, trying to touch every inch of him that you can. He rubs your back with one hand and cradles the back of your head with the other.

“Did you have fun this week?” he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“I think it was the best birthweek ever,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself from smiling and kissing his bare sternum.

“I do too. I can’t imagine how we’re going to top this next year,” he says, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I love you.”

[slutforstarker]

ahhh i love this so much, i hope it reaches your expectations @well-idontevenknow-anymore !

warnings for mild smut and daddy kink? but not really? idk.

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peter parker was a simple kid, who knew what he stood for, what he wanted, and how he wanted it. he stood for peace, and love, and independence, and was against bullying and crime and destroying the planet. he wanted a good, happy, healthy life for himself, may, ned, and mj. and he wanted to achieve that by working hard in school and as spider-man. of course, factor in tony stark, and suddenly peter wanted several more things- he wanted to love and be loved by tony; he wanted to be spoiled rotten; he wanted to look hot when he was with his sugar daddy-boyfriend-mentor-crime fighting partner; and he wanted to disappear at school.

all the sudden, peter was being showered in expensive, pink, glittery, revealing clothes- prada, gucci, louboutin heels, chanel purses, and italian brands he couldn’t even begin to pronounce- and living for it. for the way the clothes made him feel, the way he’d draw the attention of everyone when he was out with tony, the way tony’s arm would wrap tightly around his waist as a possessive reminder to everyone of who peter belonged too, the way tony’s eyes would darken as he walked out of his closet, the way may and his friends and tony would dawn over how he looked. he lived for the praise tony would give him, dark mutters of “you look so good for me, baby boy, all decked out in the fancy clothes your daddy bought for you, showing everyone what a good little slut you are for me.” he lived for the way tony would strip him out of his clothes and fuck him, slow and gentle or hard and fast, all the while giving him more and more praise until peter was a whining, panting, flushed mess of tears and cum.

and during the day it was back into dorky, oversized t-shirt’s with science puns on them that made tony smile fondly and kiss him sweetly, with his ratty converse and jeans on as he tried to disappear into midtown high school as just another eighteen year old senior, counting down the days until graduation. and for the most part, it was fine. he went about his day without drawing attention and everything was good. but then there were the days when flash was being a dick, harassing peter about the ratty state of his jeans and shoes and shirts. so he’ll step it up a notch, into the nice polos and jeans that tony buys him, hoping maybe it’ll be enough. but flash is just as bad, calling his “poor peter parker” and a desperate wanna be. and one day, peter snapped.

flash had chosen the anniversary of ben’s death to be particularly hard on peter, knowing that he was already sad and vulnerable. he had been bad all day, but during AP Physics, he reached an all time low. instead of just focusing on peter’s ratty clothes, he started picking on the nicer clothes that tony had picked out for him, knowing that today was a hard day for peter to function by himself. it was a nice button up and a pair of jeans, a simple, respectable outfit that wasn’t flashy and set peter up to go to ben’s grave after school. but for flash, it wasn’t enough.

“pst, penis!” he had whispered from behind peter. “what a step up, man... what a shame it’s still showing off how poor and miserable you are.” peter didn’t respond, continuing to work on the equation on the board, but flash wasn’t done. “hey, since when were you able to afford that type of clothing? you know, with your uncle dead and all. i can’t imagine your aunt makes that much money, so how do you guys earn it, huh?” peter’s eyes were burning now, teeth grinding as he tried not to show how deeply he was hurting at flash’s words. “i bet you earn a little on the side. i bet you let old men fuck you just so you can earn a little extra money so you can pretend you fit in here.” he paused. “actually, i bet it’s sweet, sweet aunt may. i bet she lets old men out their grubby hands all over her-“

“just shut up!” peter yelled, tears openly pouring down his face as he whirled around and clocked flash in the face. “don’t you ever talk about my aunt and uncle again, flash. i don’t care who you think you are, you have no right.”

and then peter was out the door, sprinting out of the school and blindly heading to the tower.

when he reached the penthouse tony was lounging on the couch messing around with a hologram. he quickly pushed it aside when he saw peter tear stained face, rushing over to wrap him in a hug.

“hey, hey, peter, what’s wrong baby?” he whispered with worry lacing every word.

“flash,” he mumbled. tony growled, holding peter tighter.

“i’m gonna... nevermind. what do you need, baby?”

“you.”

without another word, tony picked peter up and carried him to their room and laid him down gently, then straddled peter so he could kiss him deep and slowly, working peter up until his hips were grinding slowly into tony’s. he stripped peter and himself slowly, pressing gentle open mouthed kisses to every inch of peter’s pale skin that was exposed. once peter was hard and leaking between them, tony tapped his hip to get him to roll over. he spread peter’s round cheeks and then buried his head so he could work peter open with his tongue. he pressed a kiss to peter’s hole before licking around it, finally licking inside. he worked him open slowly, taking his time as he licked and sucked and kisses until peter was shaking and whining, begging for him for more. tony complied, adding his fingers alongside his tongue to stretch even more, licking and kissing and stretching and prodding at once.

“fuck, tony, baby, fuck me please, need to feel you inside me, please!” he gasped, arching his back as tony dragged his fingers across his prostate.

“ok, baby, come on and flip over. i want to see my boy.”

tony sunk into peter slowly, reveling in every facial expression and small whimper that came out, then began thrusting slowly, making sure he fucked peter deep but slow, just the thing he needed in this moment. they were connected in the most quintessential ways, from eyes to fingers to tony’s thrusts to the emotions that seemed to flow between the two and charge the air. the love between the two was so prominent it almost a tangible tether, and peter was crying again, the stimulation and emotion too much for him. it was languid and sweet and caring, and as tony whispered to peter about how much he loved him, peter couldn’t help but gasp out a warning as he came, spilling between his stomach and tony. tony wasn’t far behind, thrusting twice more before releasing into peter.

he gently pulled out and pressed a kiss to peter’s forehead. “i’m gonna go get a towel and clean us up, baby, ok?”

peter hummed as his boyfriend got up, returning a few moments later with a warm washcloth and a candy bar. he let himself gently be wiped clean, tony’s periodic kisses and the warmth of the towel relaxing him. tony set aside the towel and laid on his back with the chocolate bar in hand. he broke off pieces and fed it to peter, who had moved so his arms were wrapped around tony’s waist and his head was on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing him and keeping him grounded. when his mind finally stopped floating away, peter shifted slightly and began to talk softly.

“flash was making fun of my clothes again today. which is fine. but he decided that i didn’t deserve nicer clothes and started suggesting... he said that i was selling myself to old men to get money. which is fine, he can think what he wants about me. but then he said it was more likely may, and i just... she works so hard and is so amazing. he has no right to say anything like that about her. and why does it matter to him what i wear? i’m not doing anything wrong.”

tony sighed. “oh peter, baby i’m sorry. you’re right. may doesn’t deserve this. but,” he laughed slightly, “he wasn’t so far off with you, was he? you do have an old man for a boyfriend who showers you with clothes and gifts, anything you want, and in return you let me have sex with you...”

peter giggled, pushing up onto his elbows so he could look tony in the eyes. “come on tony, you know that’s not the truth. we love each other. so much. we’d be nowhere without each other. besides i love all of the clothes and gifts you give me. it’s not necessary and i’ve made that clear, and i know you understand that. but anything from you i love.”

“i know that, baby. so why don’t you show flash the truth? show him how pretty you are in your fancy clothes. show him that you made a choice to stay true to who you are even though you have the option to wear nice things to school everyday. show him you aren’t to be fucked with.”

peter smiled. “i guess... but he’s gonna wonder how i got those clothes.”

“oh don’t worry baby, i’ve got it. i’ll handle that.”

peter giggled again and settled back onto tony’s chest. “i love you, tony.”

“i love you too, baby.”

the next day, peter walked into school wearing black prada short shorts, a pink acne studios trench coat, a pink acne studios bodysuit, and his favorite pair of black louboutin heels, a black chanel purse dangling off of his arm; an outfit that cost over $2,000. as he moved through the hall, each step deliberate and his head held high, he could feel every single person’a eyes following him and hear the whispers starting. but he didn’t care- these were the clothes he loved, given to him by tony, and not even flash could get him down. in fact, it was flash’s reaction that really made his day.

as he strode past him on his way to ap physics, he laughed as his jaw dropped, staring at peter dumbfounded.

“hey, penis,” he whispered during class, “you look like a slut, you know that?”

“oh, flash, thank you! i’m so glad you agree.”

he glowered. “what does aunt may think of her precious boy dressing like some cheap slut?”

“you know what, thanks for your concern! actually, she loves it! and so does my daddy,” peter replied, a sweet smile still on his face.

“your... you have a... a sugar daddy?”

peter nodded eagerly. “yep. he bought me all of my clothes. even those... what was it? the clothes that still show how poor and miserable i am? he’s not very happy you said that, you know. he’s not happy that you hurt me.”

flash rolled his eyes. “i can handle some nasty old man who fucks a kid who’s barely legal and has to pay him off for it to happen.”

peter laughed and looked at mj, who raised an eyebrow at flash. “i don’t know flash. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

the other kid let out a huff of air and rolled his eyes again before turning to his friends and whispering furitively.

peter laughed and high fived mj before going back to his work, eagerly looking forward to the end of the day when he knew tony would pick him up. finally, the bell rang for the end of the day and peter hurried out of the school, knowing flash was right behind waiting to see if peter would take the bus as usual.

but that day, a sleek black lamborghini was parked outside the school with tony, dressed in an impeccable blue suit and his signature sunglasses, leaning against it. the license plate, STARK 8, gleamed in the sun.

peter smiled and laughed when he saw the car, knowing that tony despised the car and only used it when he was making a point to someone.

“what the fuck,” he heard flash whisper behind him, and peter smiled as he imagined flash’s dumbfounded expression.

he began walking towards the car slowly as tony moved towards him at the same time, meeting just far enough away from flash that he’d be able to here them.

“hey daddy,” peter breathed when he was pressed against tony with the billionaire’s hands on his waist.

“hey baby boy. you look absolutely ravishing, baby, god damn,” he murmured, his voice a deep baritone that sent shivers down peter’s back.

then he leaned down, capturing peter’s lips in a hot open mouthed kiss that definitely showed flash some tongue. they moved together as one, barely stopping to breath as they made out in front peter’s entire school. by the end of it, tony was hard against peter’s thigh and peter was flushed and panting.

“fuck baby, look at what you do to me,” he growled, smirking when he heard flash choke. “come one baby, let’s go.”

they started walking away, peter tucked protectively into tony’s side, before tony stopped and turned to flash. “by the way, mr. thompson, if you say one more thing to peter that is insulting to him, me, his friends, or his family, i will have you expelled before you even know what’s happened. ok?”

flash was pale as he stuttered out a feeble, “yes mr. stark, i understand, sir.”

and then the pair was on their way to the lamborghini, struggling to hold in their laughter until tony had shut peter’s door behind him and slumped into his own seat.

“oh my god, tony, that was so good!”

“his face, peter, holy fuck... he’s never gonna mess with you again.”

peter smiled widely at tony and laced his fingers through his. “thank you, tony. for everything you do for me.”

tony pressed a kiss to peters knuckles, smiling back. “anything for you, peter. i love you.”

“i do have a question though... isn’t pepper going to freak out? i mean... that was a lot of pda in front of hundreds of high schoolers with phones and access to the internet. we probably scarred some people with the amount of tongue we showed.”

tony laughed. “no baby, i called pepper ahead of time and told her the situation. she understood, and she’s handling it.

“how?”

“i don’t know, the usual pepper magic i guess.”

peter laughed again and squeezed his boyfriends hand. “alright. thank you, tony.”

tony leaned over the console to kiss peter, then he put the car into drive and they headed back to the tower with music blasting as peter threw his head back to belt out the words.

peter parker was a simple kid, who knew he wanted to live his life without bullies and crime as he loved the man holding his hand and driving a car he hated just to make a point to some stupid high school kid. he wanted to love tony endlessly, with every fiber of his being, and he wanted to wear nice clothes or look like he just rolled out of bed when he wanted. he wanted to be happy, with tony at his side and a family supporting him. and in that moment, that was exactly what he had.

[ununniliad]

Writer’s Block Person #35: “Morphology”

One of Writer's Block Person's lesser-known heroic weaknesses is seasonal depression! So in the midst of the darkness of winter, we find them curled up in a chair, under blankets, a sun lamp shining in the grayness of the day, headphones over their ears. Their eyes are closed, and their head is back in blissful relaxation, hair spread out over the cushions, a little, private smile on their lips.

Then there is a deafening crash as a thirteen-year-old Egyptian boy holding a copy of Proust's A Remembrance of Things Past smashes through the window.

Writer's Block Person flailed, returning to past tense as they threw off the blankets and leapt to their feet. "Who what when where why!?"

"Writer's Block Person!" the thirteen-year-old shouted, pointing dynamically at the nonbinary hero. "It's time to... oh, dear, you weren't wearing pants under there."

"Habadaga!?" WBP grabbed the blankets and wrapped them hastily around their waist. "The Earth-20 version of Library Lad? What are you doing here? Why didn't you knock!?"

"I did knock!" said the Lending Librarian of Lawful Good. "Why didn't you get up!?"

"Oh!" Writer's Block Person shook themself out. "Sorry, I was just listening to the transformation theme from Ultraman Geed over and over again."

"Ahhh."

"It makes my brain parts happy."

"Good! But I have an important message for you!" Library Lad summoned up as serious an expression as a goofy teenage nerd can. "By my role as an incarnation of Thoth, patron of pictographic communication and scribe of divine law, I bring you a crucial mission!"

"Um..." Writer's Block Person blinked, spine stiff, eyes wide. "Crucial in a 'people are gonna die' way, or a weird goofy metafictional way?"

"The second one!"

"Oh thank goodness." WBP flopped back on the couch. "Yes, please, missionify me!"

"Right!" Library Lad pointed off into the distance. "If the LNH is going to survive as a storytelling setting, it needs to join the modern internet! And you know what that means?"

Writer's Block Person thought about it for a second. "That means... a dawning realization that the corporate push for more and more Marketable Performance has outstripped our determination to make our systems robust and secure and now we need to deal with a world populated by brittle devices just waiting to be taken over by the next exploit?"

"I mean..." Library Lad blinked, sagging. "I mean, I guess, yeah. Jeez."

"...oh!" Writer's Block Person shook themself out again. "Uh... sorry." They scratched the back of their head sheepishly. "Depression and stuff."

"Yeah, um... that's okay..." Library Lad scratched his head awkwardly.

"Would you like a drink of water?"

"Oh! Yeah, that'd help, thanks!"

Library Lad sat down on the couch, hands in his lap, while Writer's Block Person shouted "HENSHINSPIRATION!" and transformed so they wouldn't be pantsless. They came back with a glass of water and Library Lad gulped it down.

"Mmmmm..." Library Lad wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "So yeah, I was just gonna say - to join the modern internet, you gotta have emoji!"

"Ah!" Writer's Block Person smacked their fist into their palm. "Of course! But how do we get 'em? It's hard to stuff Unicode into a medium defined by ASCII text."

"That's where you come in!" Library Lad opened his big canvas bag and pulled out a piece of old papyrus. "The Scroll of Logos!"

"Ooooh, ahhhh~"

"Take its power, Writer's Block Person, and you will unlock the power of emoji, allowing for toyetic new forms!"

Writer's Block Person reached out to take the Scroll of Logos, but then shied back. "Um... toyetic? Are you sure about this? Because y'know, the last time someone tried to merchandise emoji--"

"--it was The Emoji Movie, I know." Library Lad waved his hand dismissively. "But any actual merchandise that comes from an LNH story is probably going to be a Dvandom-style kitbash, so it's fine."

[For those not up on model kit lingo, a kitbash is the act of taking pieces from many different model kits and combining them into your own creation! More broadly, it refers to the customization of toys, including action figures! - Ed.(UE)]

"S'pose so!" Writer's Block Person grasped the Scroll, and there was a flash of shimmering light. The book-shaped belt buckle of their outfit moved, metamorphosed, pages turning, and the Scroll shifted and slipped in and joined them. Writer's Block Lad posed stylishly!

"Now," said Library Lad, slipping into Lecturer Mode, "you're not getting a bunch of emoji-forms at once. It's more fun if it's paced out, after all. But there's one that you - being you - get for free: The basic 'heart' emoji, with the power to temporarily clear negative thoughts, and also banish dark magical influences."

"...I've, um." Writer's Block Person stopped posing. "...are you saying I'm going to need to start banishing dark magical influences?"

"Look." Library Lad held a finger up in the air. "Just because the usual narrative of both Western and Japanese superhero media involves getting a power-up and then immediately... immediately finding yourself in a situation where you need to use it... um, doesn't necessarily... um..." The finger lowered. "Hm."

Writer's Block Person glanced left, then right, then leaned in and whispered. "Library Lad, give it to me straight. We're not, like, turning into a real action-adventure series, are we?"

Library Lad blew out a breath. "I have no idea. I know you're basically the avatar of Drew's creativity right now, something they can do and try to turn off all worries about Doing The Thing Right Proper. They get caught up and held back easily if they're trying to do A Big Serious Plot, so you wouldn't think they'd give that to you... but..."

Writer's Block Person nodded. "But they're always trying to push themselves and find new ways to do the stuff they like. And boy do they like magic hero adventure." They shook their head. "Well... it's not like I don't like that, considering I am them. So if this is my new destiny..." They posed dynamically. "I'M READY!" They held up their glittery purple pen. "EMOTICONVERSION! CODE POINT HEAVY BLACK HEART!"

They clicked the top of the pen and were surrounded by a swirl of pink and red hearts! They spread their hands above their head and a red Valentine's Day-style heart appeared between them. They lowered their hands to their chest; the heart flipped over and slammed into the heart-shaped amethyst in the center of their chest, which shone with crimson energy. The purple of their armor turned to pink, black bodysuit turning white with red hearts polka-dotted all over it. The catseye-glasses shape of their visor turned into hearts, and their pointy shoulders became heart-shaped as well.

They landed on the floor, posing dramatically... then jumped up and clapped their hands. "Oh man, this is cute as fuck! I feel energized and fashionable!"

"I don't get it, but if it makes you happy, I'm glad!" said Library Lad, smiling.

"Heck yeah! It's time to get indulgent! Bring it on, dark magic!" Writer's Block Person threw up a vee.

[A scene transition in an issue of Writer's Block Person? You better believe it! - Ed.(UE)]

There is a drive that catches humans in its grip. The drive to take control. To take as much control as you can and more, neverending.

This drive is not a lust for power, for lust implies desire, implies enjoyment, implies passion. it is a goal, an end point, free of passion and ultimately, free of meaning.

There are worlds out there. Strange worlds, where the physical is a metaphor. Worlds of flowing emotion, where drives of this sort can crackle through their fluid structure and take over.

Shuffled in among these worlds is a world of fluid beings, animated by this drive, acting on this drive, striving ceaselessly to take control. Some humans called these beings demons. Some humans tried to make deals with them. Some humans regretted that.

And now the attention of that world is on this one. And that attention is a pressure, the fluid emotion pressing heavy on the walls, and beginning to break thru...