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[whiskeysmulti]

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

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Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to yell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

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Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

[movietonight]

Every PG Wodehouse chapter: Bingo is in love again. Jeeves won't help us come up with a scheme because I wore something orange last week.

[jmdbjk]

Smeraldo Garden Marching Band

Is it pronounced Smeh-rall-doe or Smar-all-doe? Or even Smarl-doe?

Ngl, soon as I saw kids in the MV I knew there would be no sexy in it... (me is a thirsty ho after all)... but Jiminie can't help being Jiminie in all his glory anyway.

My very first impression was that it was NOT what I was expecting but when is it ever? Never. So now that I'm past that....

There's not enough skin, Jimin (slaps down my inner thirsty ho...go away, its not time).

Jimin is singing live in the MV which is 3:46, the song itself is 3 minutes. He had a point to make and he made it clearly with a live vocal performance MV.

This song is very light, fun, romantic, flowers, butterflies, and Jimin playing Mr. Matchmaker... which I found interesting... after he sang the lyrics:

As I write this, the SGMB MV is trending at #11 on Youtube for music.

And there's this:

Yes, you read that right... 2.38 MILLION posts.

And this... the energy is energy-ing.

And this:

And this new selca:

I wonder what went down in the barracks when the song and mv dropped. I just wonder what element JK latched on to and is endlessly repeating it every spare moment while waiting for the vat of tteokbokki to simmer.

I saw the ratings review for it produced an "ineligible" result. There's nothing that seems like it would keep it from being shown anywhere, its so squeaky clean. Not sure what happened for the ratings to fail.

I love this reference to Jimin's Serendipity stage:

He had said last year that when he was making the songs for Face, he had some difficulty dredging up the feelings he had that inspired some of those songs. He also said he was past all of that depressing stuff. And now we know he was working on this song and Closer Than This, amongst others, while simultaneously working on Face.

His outlook was positive and he was moving forward. What else happened last year? He and Jungkook were able to spend some time creating something together (that we've yet to see) before enlisting together. Something fun they said! I can't wait! They were so happy. They see their freedom at the end of the tunnel. I see it too.

Anyway, I love his happiness in the music he's creating. That's all that matters to me.

The all kills are happening, the #1's are happening, the dance challenges are dropping, the media is talking, trends are trending, let's keep it up for Jimin!

[pinkrose05]

Warning: 2.4 preload leaks - Yunli's voicelines

OH MY GOD. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS????

1) Yunli knows Ren was Yingxing. She knows. Up until now everything pointed to this being a top secret among the Luofu's officials (Yanqing doesn't know, but Xueyi and Hanya do).... so is it not so on the Zhuming and the remaining Xianzhou ships? Did they just- let the Luofu gloss over Yingxing's actions and his fate on their own?? Is this related to him "breaking every law in the Xianzhou's legal codice" as Hanya puts it? Does that explain why Ren is the most wanted criminal in the Xianzhou Alliance as a whole???

2) Yunli immediately correcting us to call him Yingxing mainly means two things. First: her little grimace in the livestream at his mention wasn't indignance at his person, rather at the addressed name (which- aaaaaaaaaw).

Second, and more importantly: Huaiyan still calls him Yingxing, and judging by the "countless mentions", we can only conclude it's in a positive, even fond context!

...what are the odds our old man will also end up skirting around calling him Ren by all means possible?

3) "One of his most famous apprentices", when coupled with this completely unprompted mention of him here:

might hint at Yunli herself holding some personal admiration for Yingxing! I'm genuinely surprised to see her speaking of Ren in a mostly positive light though; I expected some anger at him abandoning the forge and using such a damaged sword to fight, but this is the only positive About line he's got outside of the Stellaron Hunters. I think they should meet, actually. The potential interactions and their effect on both characters can do a lot to them, and also Shard Sword needs a nice little polish and an outlet to cry out about its own pain, for once. Let the poor sword rest a little! It deserves a break as much as its master does!

...If Ren doesn't show up after all of.... *gestures vaguely at the consistent mentions and paralles with Yunli* this, I'm going to Throw Hands. Peace is not an option for Renation anymore.

[tarmac-rat]

Something I think perfectly encapsulates the early days of Cyberpunk 2077's launch so well was at one point, once you completed the bender, the game would unceremoniously drop a copy of Johnny's holo-arm in your inventory without telling you. It was equipable, meaning you could put it on whenever you wanted (but I don't believe you could unequip it without trashing it) and it would show up in the game whenever you used your weapon or were in a cutscene. So it was almost like the game was giving you the option to make Johnny's silver arm a permanent feature of your V, implying that it was a part of the Relic's progression, and that you could use it for story immersion or lore purposes, or even just as a cool feature to have in your inventory if you wanted it for the aesthetic

And then CDPR came forward, said "actually this was 100% a bug you're not supposed to get this", patched it out, and we never got it back.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Character bingo: Amrit Doobay

Oof okay upon further inspection I have some additional thoughts:

Canonically, I hate him. He’s sexist, homophobic, just really creepy overall (specifically re: undressing Amala without her consent like you don’t own her!! Stay MILES away from my girl). It does send a message that Remy made the the only dark skinned LI in this book super toxic/gross, but I don’t have time to get into that whole mess in this not nuanced post. My main opinion on Amrit can be boiled down to he’s an interesting morally gray LI, but Remy crossed the line with him, making him feel uncomfortable to romance (at least in comparison to other red flag LIs)

I despite this guy, but I will admit that there are interesting parts to his character. For instance, and this is a general Doobay trait, but his loyalty towards the people he truly loves is something I really like about his character and wish could have been explored more

That line about not having the right to be weak actually tells us a lot about him. It shows that his definition of strength is about asserting dominance, and that he doesn’t tolerate those who show weakness because he wasn’t allowed to. Obviously, he was raised with a lot of pressure I blame everything on Raj because he’s doing twice the work with half of the help leading the Dozen. To me, it makes sense why he put all of his eggs into one basket and does everything he could to drag Amala back to her home country. The way he talks about his childhood so nonchalantly shows how he was forced to suppress his trauma too which is uhhh not a great coping mechanism. I mean he even acknowledges that Amala and Kiran are lucky to be able to depend on each other without the threat of being stabbed in the back, so it makes sense that his character is lonely

I’m not defending him because again, I think he’s a pathetic, arrogant, and bigoted loser but like with other parts of this book he could have been more well liked if he was written better. You know how in S1 he was shown to be respectful but cold (I don’t know how to explain what his fake persona was like)? That’s who he should have stayed as instead of becoming a bratty creep whose actions are forgiven by the plot

[beforeitrains]

[sirmatthew1972]

Ha! I've scored my first bingo on the first ever bingo challenge I have signed up for. AFTER crossing off 17 prompts on my Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024 card, lol. To be fair, I had fun delaying this day... but all good things come to an end. Then again, I want to see if I can go for a full bingo in the long run... so watch this space.

[mad-hunts]

Jesus christ 5 again

❝ woah... not me apparently being compatible with an arkham employee, ❞ barton let out an incredulous scoff upon seeing the results of this 'bingo card,' squinting his eyes at some of the boxes. like, what did she mean she doesn't hate his mask? and matches his freak? barton might believe it if elizabeth didn't work at the worst rehabilitation clinic on earth, but unfortunately, she did. but then again — he didn't really know much about her, did he? barton's lips curled downwards in displeasure as he let out an uncertain hum and tilted his head to the side. ❝ what exactly are you trying to accomplish by sending me this, hmm? to show that you are 'different from the rest of them?' ❞ he rolled his eyes at the very concept, looking towards the wall for something. aha... there it was.

❝ yeah right. how about you quit and THEN we'll talk, huh? but for now, get out of here! before i use your eyes for my next doll. i've got a lot to do, and you're preventing me from doing it, ❞ barton picked up the object that he was looking for, which turned out to be a broom, and then proceeded to use it to try to get her to go away. he pushed it in her general direction and waved it around as if he was trying to spook her. and honestly, it might have looked a little bit like this:

[helluva-hazbins]

ooc;

Btw. Anyone interested in Bingo for Vox or Husk? Should I make up some cards?

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Tease me

A/N: Here we are. First entry of the Fandom free bingo! @fandom-free-bingo I mean, I said no more actor AU but look at me now! Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Actor! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff.

Word count: 1k

Square filled: “Did I do that? I’m so sorry…” & Orgasm denial

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“We’re ready for your next change, Mr. Stark.” the assistant to the designer nodded towards the changing rooms, pulling Tony’s attention away from the monitor that displayed his last shot while the photographer laughing heartily at his quips.

You were sitting in a corner on a plush lounge chair, sipping coffee and watching the photoshoot that your boyfriend was absolutely nailing. You found it endearing how after every shot he’d run to the monitor and then glance back at you for approval, not that he needed it, the man slayed in every look that the designer had envisioned for the day.

Throwing you a wink over his shoulder, Tony trotted back into the changing rooms, leaving you to stare at his glorious butt that looked extra cute in those pants he was wearing. You had an idea pop in your mind in the morning, a naughty one that suggested you could have your sweet revenge over last night’s activities.

“You’re close, aren’t you hon?”

Tony’s honey-dripping whisper brought you back from the edge you were almost tipping on, his fingers still curled inside your throbbing heat. A whine left your lips, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes at this point. He had been edging you for what felt like hours, pushing you back to square one as you got to the brink of your orgasm. All for a silly bet, which at this point you were regretting agreeing to.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Yes! I am close, I am so fucking close, Tony! Please!” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed your release, it was driving you crazy having your entire body light up with desire and carnal passion only to have it snatched away.

Clicking his tongue, Tony’s smile was evident as he kissed your neck, clearly reveling in your defeat. If only your hands weren’t tied, you thought. Removing his fingers from your slick heat, he licked them clean before untying the knot that held your hands above your head, caressing your wrists gently.

“I thought I’d have some competition, didn’t think you’d give up so soon.” he hummed, covering you with the sheets before kissing your forehead softly, adding to your frustration.

“Got an early day tomorrow, honey. You know that photoshoot? I should get my beauty sleep.”

Tony pulled you against his chest with a self-satisfying grin, wedging a leg between yours as you tried to get some friction against your pulsing clit.

“You know the rules, Y/N. If you touch yourself, I’ll know.”

“I hate you, Stark.” you grumbled, kicking his feet with yours as he wiggled his toes against your skin.

“We’ll see about that.”

The door to the changing room was shut as you approached it, knocking on it lightly, you mimicked the voice of one of the assistants stating he’d forgotten some accessory. Smirking when his head popped through, you sneaked inside the tiny room and clicked it shut.

“Can I help you with something?”

Tony raised an eyebrow up at you, gauging your intentions as your eyes roamed down his semi-naked form. This man really was every bit gorgeous as he looked in all the pictures, the fact that he knew it only added to the sex appeal. His toned chest, taut muscles and happy trail was on display and you did nothing to stop your gaze from slipping southward.

You were on a mission, afterall. It was payback time.

Placing your hands on his torso, you gave him a push until his back was against a wall, that look of surprise turning darker when he realized your intentions. Palming his clothed, soft cock, you earned a soft grunt from the man before you silenced any upcoming protests by kissing him.

“Okay, but you gotta make it quick. There’s quite a few people waiting for me outside.” Tony mumbled against your lips.

“Let them wait, I don’t care.”

“Oh? Someone’s being a brat today. Are you riled up from last night, honey?” he smirked as his cock twitched under your hand.

The audacity.

Giving him one last look, you sunk to your knees and peeled his underwear down, his half mast length staring back at you. He let out another breath he was holding as you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a few lazy strokes before your mouth replaced it. His veiny length twitched inside your velvety mouth, standing erect as you went along with your ministrations. The salty precum made its presence known at the back of your tongue while you fondled his balls, knowing it drove him nuts every time.

It always gave you a sense of power when you had this man at your mercy. Tony was the perfect switch in bed, there were times when he had you under him, obeying his every command and getting rewarded for it and then there times when he was a complete sub, eager almost desperate for your touch.

You felt him thrust into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair firmly as his thigh muscles tensed, indicating he was getting close. That was the point you let him go, his saliva coated cock left abandoned as you stood up.

“Hey!”

You pulled his boxers back up, buttoning his pants that were tailored to perfection for his next look, smirking at the obvious tent it formed.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry…”

Your face hadn’t the faintest trace of remorse, he knew that, it was retribution for his actions. Helping him get dressed, you stifled a giggle as you pretended to fix his hair while Tony glared at you.

“You’re not sorry, you’re just–”

“Just what? Did you just meet your match, Anthony Stark?” you laughed as he shook his head, putting on some of the accessories laid out on the table.

That he had, he knew that. There was nobody like you, you were perfect in his eyes.

Cracking the door back open, he called for his assistant, you had to crane your neck to listen to what he was saying.

“I think it would be better if we had one of the chair shots set up now? Make it happen.”

He threw you the finger behind his back while you giggled some more.

[savingthrcw]

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She'd have understood if Cooper had gotten jealous over a guy flirting with her. She'd have understood if she had gotten jealous over someone flirting with him. What Lucy didn't understand was why when the man kept hitting on her, she was the one who felt possessive on Cooper's behalf, and outraged that he hadn't cared one bit about the fact that she was clearly with the ghoul she had arrived with; or maybe that was the issue, since Cooper was a ghoul, the guy hadn't considered him a fair opponent. And Lucy would not stand for such disrespect. So as soon as they were done, she walked the small distance between her and the actual man, well, ghoul, she had chosen to leave with, grabbed him for his coat and pulled him down for a possessive kiss. To heck with being appropriate in a public space. She would have likely disliked if he had used her to make a point, but her using both of them to make it felt... acceptable. "Ready to go, sweetheart?" Nobody had ever said she couldn't be spiteful, she just chose not to. Generally.

[goldendivinewrath]

@warofthebeasts [Follow-up to a friendly threat idea gotten from here (body horror, gore, etc.) and my brain just went "...Huh." ...Then this got really long because it was fun to write the reaction, whoops.]

Despite somewhat constant accusations otherwise, Vash did not go looking for trouble. He was in the way of it plenty of times, stumbled over it quite often, and occasionally trouble sought him out, thank you very much, but he didn't make it a habit to go looking for it.

He did, unfortunately, make a habit out of trying to save others from trouble, which was probably where the problem actually came in. Not much to be done about that, unfortunate though it was. He couldn't just not do anything.

Like he couldn't just not take a little peek into this seemingly abandoned place. There were alarms along with locks, sure, but laughably simple to disarm. And security systems meant something, didn't they? Advanced enough to be harboring something as much as trying to keep people away from said something...

Not that there seemed anything to find but once-used emptiness. Some draping wires, some places that used to be covered in something large and heavy that had been moved some time ago. Not much to find, but his curiosity carried him onward with a marked and understood false sense of security.

Somehow it wasn't the emergency lighting getting dimmer and dimmer as he continued his way deeper inside that set him on edge, but it didn't help. There were more locks, more slots where key cards should go that were all too easily disabled, the walls of the rooms and hallways similar to what he knew, but not... exact. Not the same Spacefaring Age technology that he knew intimately, the shape of the doorways being wrong, the slope of the walls--

The very different shade of blue glow he spotted coming from under one of those doorways in particular. And the smell that came from within. That set his nerves on edge, made the questions in his mind an awful lot sharper.

For a moment, Vash honestly considered leaving, turning tail and being far more sensible a person. He also knew that he couldn't, because maybe this didn't seem like a familiar place, but it spoke of something related to Conrad's experiments. Something he hadn't known about in the past, but had allowed to happen. Ignorant, but complicit. If he just left--

No. No chance. Steeling himself against the possibilities of what he was likely to find (and did not want to think about), Vash drew the collar of his coat up and over his mouth, fastening it closed all the way down with deft fingers. He could still reach his gun quickly if needed. He could still run, if necessary.

Another lock mechanism opened almost without effort, but there was no alarm to disarm. That almost distracted him from the sight that met him beyond the sliding door--

There wasn't a sound to his horror as his eyes adjusted, voice taken by the vacuum of overwhelm. The glow was the wrong kind of blue, the smell was something intensely beyond what he'd been prepared for, but the sight. The vision that met him...

He couldn't rule out Conrad. But to Vash's knowledge, the man had never put his work on display in such a way before. Like his own personal cathedral, each stained glass window showing off something increasingly horrifying. Not backlit, but glowing. Floating.

Alive?

Arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen, Vash stumbled back out of the room but didn't run. Didn't look away. He--

He was glad no one else was with him. Glad he hadn't eaten much lately. Glad he didn't see any children inside, but he did see--

Too much.

Eyes too wide, vision both in the far away past and much too close, Vash finally gave the disgust and the terror voice: inhuman. Animal. A shriek and a groan and a sob through gritted teeth as he saw, saw, what was on the table in the center of the room. Focused. Witnessed.

It--

He--

Was still breathing.

Still breathing, not suspended in any liquid. Alive.

What little was inside his stomach was somewhat quickly and thoroughly rendered not anymore, Vash having lost track of when he'd managed to stumble to the side to find a wall to lean against. He could hear his own breathing. Coughing, rasping.

Breathing.

Counting. Counting.

This wasn't... a Plant. Human? Could any enhancement allow a human to live through something like that? Then the wing--

He shook his head through a full-body shudder and almost lost his legs beneath himself before he regained his bearings. A little. Enough. This--

He had to. He had to.

Sinking teeth into resolve and his bottom lip, Vash struggled upright again. Each step was shaky, and the last thing he wanted to do was walk toward the sight of... that...

There was no one else there. And he could not turn tail and pretend he didn't see what he was surely going to be trying to forget for another century or more. Approaching the table, he swallowed back bile and sound and forced himself to look. Lungs... moving. Mask fogging. Fingers--

He placed both hands over his mouth to hold in any sound. He had to breathe through the coat, through his hands, through the smell of chemical almost but not quite managing to cover over organic. Just breathe. Count.

The words, muffled as they were, still managed to sound shrill and frightened and desperate, not sure who he was asking. Not sure he cared. "What am I supposed to do now?"

He understood. A flicker that he needed to push to the furthest possible part of his mind. He understood the desire to hunt down everyone remotely responsible for this and demand justice. He wished very much that it wasn't a familiar inkling.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Character Bingo: Lucifer

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him but he was my first HS LI and one of my earlier(-ish?) RC LI’s and I really liked his development! He’s so girldad and pathetic husband core I love that for Vicky!

My main criticism for him is that he didn’t really have an arc in book 2 so he felt very flat, but that’s not his fault it’s probably because Alice didn’t know what to do with him/was focused on other LIs. I do like that he was more of a red flag LI tho sksksk idc I love him