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[r-inijhinix]

Kit is a better person than I because if my crush ever told me "[you] may not yourself be luminous" I would leave the country and never speak to them again

Oh, wait

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' REACTION WHEN YOU RECIEVE AN ANONYMOUS LOVE LETTER !

an. pls take this shit while i work on reqs ok ty ly

ft. itadori, fushiguro, gojo, nanami, inumaki, junpei x gn!reader

wc. 1.2k

genre. fluff

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ITADORI YUJI — it's not that yuji doesn't care, but he's just so… casual about it?? he sees you pick up another letter on your desk and he's like "oh cool, another one?" bro. what. idk why but himbo yuji<3 just popped into my head if he catches your secret admirer placing the letters on your desk, it'll be a complete accident like nanami's. yuji will just tell them - "hey, you know that's my s/o's desk, right?" SO plainly and casually LOL, might even ask if they want him to pass on the letter to you, yuji. baby. ..however! if at any point you've expressed that you really don't like these letters or just feel uncomfortable because of them, yuji will go out of his way to stop it - he cares about your feelings more than anything. i don't see yuji as a jealous or insecure person, and plus, he thinks his s/o's beautiful, he obviously knew other people would see and feel the same way. again, at the end of the day, all he cares about in this scenario is your feelings.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — pissed. who the hell sends love letters to someone with a boyfriend already?? okay, maybe you and megumi weren't the most lovey-dovey couple around others, especially strangers, and maybe only a few close friends actually knew of your relationship, but, still! megumi will see the letter and ask "what is that?" with a lowkey disgusted look on his face KDSGHG he can get pretty jealous sometimes too, you're his s/o, so why is someone else calling you the light of their life? not that he can blame them it becomes pretty obvious after a while that these letters are clearly bothering megumi more than just being (as he puts it) "a pain." and then you realise that megumi probably definitely needs some reassurance and a little a lot more extra affection. i can see megumi deciding to wait early by the lockers to catch the piece of sh- the person who'd been leaving the letters. he's not in middle school anymore, so he wouldn't beat the shit out of them, but he would give them a few words and a glare that makes their knees tremble.

GOJO SATORU — does not care. this man not only has an ego, but he also trusts you (aw. ig). in all honestly he might will even mock the letters LOL (rip mf who sent them </3) he doesn't get particularly jealous, but if the letters keep coming over and over he will get a little annoyed,, like yuji, if you every express any discomfort because of the letters, he will make it his mission to find whoever's doing it, and will do so very easily. gojo would probably catch them off guard right as they're about to put the letter down, only to snatch it out of their hands before it even grazes the surface. he makes a show of flipping it around in his hand a couple of times with a teasing smirk, most likely towering over them. he'll very kindly tell the person to basically fuck off and respect your relationship - to which they listen! nono, of course, it didn't have to do anything with gojo whispering a couple of harmless threats! obviously. gojo again, could get annoyed with it overtime, but he'll only really make a move if you don't like it.

NANAMI KENTO — nanami lets out a scoff when you two come back from your lunch break, seeing an envelope on your work desk with your name neatly written on the front. nanami isn't bothered at first to be honest. i mean, you're both dating, what's there to worry about? he isn't insecure about the way those stupid letters are able to convey the same feelings he feels for you, only more poetic and beautiful, a sure way to make anyone swoon… okay. maybe he was a little insecure. one day he's making his way to your desk so you could eat together on your lunch break, only to see someone who very much wasn't you there, carefully placing an envelope just like all the other ones on top of your paperwork. nanami doesn't hesitate to walk over, and firmly grip them by the shoulder, giving them a hard glare as a warning sign - "in case you didn't know, they’re my s/o and we i don't appreciate your letters. please don't send any more." nanami says it politely, but that dangerous glint in his eye is obvious to anyone within a 10-mile-radius. you're just glad to see your boyfriend finally stop pouting and stop receiving those letters.

INUMAKI TOGE — SO annoyed. inumaki and you are the annoying pda couple mostly due to him, everyone knows you're dating! so why the hell is someone sending you love letters? inumaki thinks about tearing it up but he's not that mean - until he actually decides to read this specific letter along with you, where they for some reason decide to mention that they'd be so much better for you than inumaki could, and he literally growls. one; this means that they DID indeed know about your relationship and still continued to send the letters, and two; what the hell did they think they knew about your relationship? inumaki does indeed tear up the letter this time, chucking it into a nearby bin as he immediately nuzzles into you in the middle of the hallway, glaring at anyone who looks at you for longer than half a second, despite you scolding him for his actions. the cowering junior that watches from the end of the hallway decides to quickly stash the letter they were holding into their pockets, realising that inumaki isn't as sweet and feeble as he looks.

YOSHINO JUNPEI — gets worried and insecure - especially if he reads the letters. it's obvious this isn't some sort of prank or a silly crush, not with the things written in the letter and the way they'd been showing up continually for a couple of weeks now, what if you finally realised that you deserved better? junpei i am literally in love with u. you clearly notice the way junpei's mood totally deflates each time you're getting ready to walk home together, only for another envelope to fall out of your shoe locker when you open it - this time, however, the letter is short and to the point - "please meet me behind the gym after school." his heart literally drops into his ass when you tell him you're going to go meet them, and he waits patiently by your locker, figuring out the best way to hold his tears back when you eventually come back and tell him its all over . ...only when you do come back, junpei is left utterly confused when you link your arms together, immediately resuming the conversation beforehand like you'd never even left. you notice his sudden silence and ask him what's wrong, to which he responds - "aren't you going to dump me?" - which obviously then in turn confuses you. junpei admits to all his insecurities and fears and you immediately take him into your arms, reassuring him that you'd only gone to politely turn them down, telling them that you already had the perfect boyfriend.

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

oh my bad, i didn’t see you didnt write for atsumu or sakusa. can you do the same headcanons (s/o who’s smol and fragile) but with kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa? if possible, i would still like to see these headcanons with atsumu and sakusa <333

hey hey hey anon!! ty for the requests :)

I think this is such a cute idea (´♡‿♡`)

I just started watching S4 soo I'll save your other request for atsumu and sakusa in my inbox and get to that once I'm done!!

in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my favorite captains <3

btw sorry it’s definitely not my best, I was having major writers block so this is basically all I could manage :(

•Kuroo, Bokuto, and Oikawa w/ a Small and Fragile S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: kuroo, bokuto, + oikawa

•Kuroo•

Kuroo had teased you about your height ever since the two of you had become friends

it was his way of playful flirting, harmless really

“Ah, hey there chibi-chan, still need help with that chem assignment.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me that.”

“Aw, but it suits you.”

It was all harmless until he began to actually fall for you 

the way your laugher erupted through the air at one of his stupid chemistry jokes or how you would never fail to flash a pretty smile and throw him a wave whenever you two were near

every single thing about you drew him in and he just had to make you his, so that’s exactly what he did you said yes obviously

even though he spent quite a bit of time with you before making things official, he never realized how prone to injury you were

seriously you got hurt so often it was crazy

at first he thought it was just bad luck until he noticed that you collided with the majority of things that were in your path

it was actually quite entertaining to him a lot of the time, but even if he let out a chuckle he would always take care of you

didn't matter if it was him grabbing the first aid kit from the gym or keeping you company in the nurses office while you got checked out

as much as he loved to tease you for everything, he was always right by your side 

even though he put on a calm and collected front, he got worried every time you got hurt

it didn’t matter how minor or major the injury was, he just wanted to make sure you were okay

he was always making sure you were taking care of yourself too

making sure you ate and drank water and took care of your injuries when needed

sometimes he’d even tease you by buying you a carton of milk and claiming that you needed it for bone growth

he definitely could be a huge pain sometimes, but it always brought a smile to your face

with your height differences, his favorite thing was to pick you up by your waist, hold you up high, and spin you around

he didn’t care who was watching, all that he was focused on in that moment was the lovely smile stitched on your face

he loved to lean down when you were standing around or talking with someone and rest his chin on your head and wrap his arms lightly around your neck

this was especially common when he noticed someone else trying to flirt with you, a piercing gaze followed as well in these situations

if anyone tried to tease you about your height he would pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and run the opposite direction hey problem solved

as much as he teased you himself, he was always making sure to let you know how much he loved you just the way you were

he always eased you insecurities and whispered compliment after compliment in your ear when you were down

he was your #1 hype man no matter the time

he truly saw you as perfect and he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life letting you know

•Bokuto•

when you and bokuto first met, he was very upfront about your height

"HEY HEY HEY! Wow, you're super tiny!”

cue your pouting

bokuto noticed your change of expression and quickly saved himself

“OH! No no, not in a bad way, like a cute way, you know? Tiny and squishy!”

cue him pinching your cheeks like an old lady

Akaashi ended up dragging him back to practice but not before he turned your cheeks bright red, from the excessive pinching and his comments

after that incident, you saw bokuto a lot more

usually due to you bumping into him in between classes

you didn’t mean to but he was just so tall and you were just so clumsy

those situations usually ended with you both apologizing profusely to each other while bokuto walked you to the nurses office

overtime, you two grew closer and closer and eventually made things official 

despite all the energy he had, he was always very gentle with you

he knew he could get a little much at times and with how easily you got injured he wanted to make sure he was never the one causing you pain

his touch was always very soft and loving, allowing you to feel just how much he cared

since you would get hurt so often he would always carry bandaids in his school bag they had little hearts on them

he would drop anything he was doing and sit you down to place a bandaid and a kiss wherever the damage was

“There you go, Dr. Bokuto is always at your service Y/N.”

“Thank you Bo.”

if it was something more intense he would walk you to the nurse’s office, hair drooping and tears in his eyes

he honestly hated seeing you hurt or in pain

if he could, he would take away any and all of your discomfort

he just wanted to see you smiling, that was his favorite look on you

no matter how much you would tell him you were okay he still would not leave your side until you got fully cleared by the nurse and the rest of the day he would be clinging to you with a pout stitched on his face

he adored the height difference between you two

your small hand fit perfectly in his and the was your tiny figure molded into his when you two cuddled felt right

he knew that sometimes you could get a little insecure

he never really understood why you couldn't see yourself how he saw you but that didn't prevent him from bring you up and letting you know exactly how he saw you

he truly saw you as the most flawless person he’s ever seen

compliments were always followed up by a lot of hugs and kisses

he always felt like you deserved to feel like you were on top of the world so giving you piggy back rides or letting you sit on his shoulders was his favorite thing to do

he never missed the laughter that escaped your lips when he would pick up speed definitely his favorite sound ever

his main goal was to protect you from anything and everything and make sure you were loved

and he succeeded with that each and every day

•Oikawa•

oikawa had had a thing for you since middle school

you never really thought much of the way he would act towards you due to his high popularity

honestly, you just thought he was being polite

that was until he asked you out your first year of high school

ever since then you became aoba johsai’s power couple

you didn't really care about titles though, all that mattered was that you and oikawa were happy

and contrary to popular belief, oikawa was a really great boyfriend

he never failed to make you feel appreciated and cherished

he honestly just couldn’t believe he was with someone so perfect, and honestly the blush that spread across your cheeks was just too cute to pass up

this didn't excuse you from oikawa’s teasing, your height being a main target

“Y/N-chan, mind if I rest my arm here, it’s so tired from practice”

“Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head.”

“Ahh so mean baby.”

although he never missed the opportunity to rile you up about you height, he always recognized when to stop and followed it up with a bunch of compliments

he knew it could be an insecurity of your sometimes and he would never dream of making you feel less then perfect

if any of his fan girls tried to mention something involving your height, he didn’t hesitate to confront them

occasionally going the extra mile and pulling you into a loving kiss right in front of them

he didn’t care if they stopped supporting him, he had you by his side and that was more then enough 

although you usually got hurt quite often, that all stopped when you started dating oikawa

you honestly couldn’t believe it at first

all the scratches, scars, and bruises that frequently littered your body and slowly healed over time and no new ones took their place

you could not wrap your head around how he managed to do it

he was very observant and almost had this sixth sense when it came to you and your injuries

usually catching you before you fell, pulling you out of the way of something, or grabbing something and moving it away before it could cause you harm

you were practically like a small child he had to watch

he always followed up his smooth movements with a flirty remark

“Ah ah ah, you have to be more careful Y/N-chan, I'm the only one you should be falling for.”

although he loved spending any moment with you, his favorite memories had to be watching you in the stands during one of his games, cheering for him

his jersey was so big on you, he found it so adorable it always smelled like you when you returned it which was a huge plus

his favorite thing to do during games was throw you a wink before each serve he did, watching you laugh and wink right back

he always played his best when you were there

watching you from the court made him fall in love with you all over again

you were his world and he would make it his top priority to remind you of that each and every day

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

[twokinkybeans]

Shocked [ELECTRIC PLAY] - Starker

Hi everyone! Kim here! As a nice and fun addition to our Jar of Dirt challenge, Lien and I decided to join! I got “Electric Play” from the jar, so here’s what I wrote! I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: In which Peter decides to take ‘Electric Play’ to a whole other level: puppy training. 

Written by: Kim

Warnings/Tags: Nff, Adult Peter Parker, Dom/sub, Puppy Play, Daddy Kink, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Electric Play / Shock Collar, Oral Sex and Hand Jobs.

Read it on AO3 here!

Find the original story here ^^

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Peter grins as he makes his way to Tony’s office. About a week ago, they’d used the jar again. It’d been dusting away in their kitchen cabinet for so long and somehow- after pulling the breeding kink, they’d been picking a note from the jar almost every single night. Yesterday it’d been Peter’s turn to pick one and as he read it, he knew he had to keep it a secret for Tony just a bit longer. He needed time to prepare for it. 

Which, he had.

He clutches the shock collar in his hand more tightly. He has no clue if Tony will like the idea. Of course, the older man is the one who put ‘Electric Play’ in the jar in the first place. Peter figures Tony probably had something else in mind when he put it in there, but there’s no harm in tweaking it a little bit, right?

Peter knocks on the door of the office and laughs as his enhanced hearing picks up on Tony’s startled breath, smiling when Tony walks to the door to open it.

“Hi, Tones!” Peter saunters into the office without even waiting for a reply. He hops onto the desk. His feet dangle in the air and he swings them back and forth playfully. Tony stares at him for a good second, shaking his head as he closes the door again.

“Sometimes,” he teases, “-I wonder why I ever fell in love with you, kid.” Tony turns around, the playful gleam in his eyes giving away that it’s exactly this why he loves him so much. Peter just hums and brings up the hand in which he’s holding the collar. Tony’s eyes widen in an instant.  

“Peter, is that…”

“A shock collar? Yes.” Peter tilts his head and extends his arm to Tony. The man bridges the gap between them and takes the collar within his own hands. He sniffs once, cocking an eyebrow at Peter.

“Tell me, kid. What’d the note say?”

“Electric play. I know that you were probably imagining tying me up in your lab and experimenting on me true mechanic-style,” Peter starts and licks his lips when he sees the dark look in Tony’s eyes. Cool, another thing to put in the jar. “But I… I figured- why not train your puppy instead?”

“So, you saw the words electric play and the first thing you thought was to electrify your own neck.”

“Eh, yes?” 

Tony growls low in his throat. He grabs Peter’s hips and leans in for a hot, passionate kiss. Peter whimpers into the sudden touch. Ever since he walked into the pet store this morning he’s been super excited about this. In all honesty, he isn’t sure if he’ll like it. But he does recall that one time he got shocked by Dum-E. Thrice in a row. As scary as it’d been, it’d resulted in a stupid hard-on that Tony noticed. Where the temperature play all those years ago was a big no-go, maybe… Maybe this could be fun. The puppy training aspect of it sure makes it all the more exciting. 

“Tony,” Peter whispers and moans into the kiss. He presses himself closer. “Collar me?” 

“Mmh,” Tony hums and pulls back slightly. His eyes are dark. Hungry. Peter swallows. When Tony brings the collar up and wraps the strap around his neck it feels so real suddenly. Oh God. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. He feels the thrum of his heartbeat where the collar presses into his jugular veins. The cold, metal pins are so evidently there. Both a threat and a promise of something good. 

“How’s that feel, pup?”

“Strange. A, eh, a bit scary. But it’s good. It’s good…” Peter’s voice trails off and he looks up at the man. Speaking words he hasn’t spoken in forever. “-Mr. Stark.” Tony sucks in a sharp breath and hooks his finger into the collar, pulling Peter in for another sloppy kiss. Peter whines and melts into his lover’s arms. Daddy’s arms. He giggles when Tony shifts his hands a little, lifting him up. Peter wraps his legs around Tony’s waist and grabs his shoulders to steady himself.

“Let’s get out of the office. No place for a pretty thing like you.”

“Nggh, da-”

“Shhhhh now, Petey. No more talking. You know the rules. Or do you need me to zap you right away?” Peter blinks, shaking his head quickly. The metal pins against his skin feel even more threatening now. Tony frowns at him. “Speaking of which, where’s the remote?”

Peter sends the man a smug grin, tilting his head. As if to say ‘you told me I can’t talk, so I won’t’. Tony needs a few seconds until he gets it. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“You brat.”  

Tony lowers Peter onto the floor and Peter stares up at the man- now towering over him. Tony squints his eyes at him.

“I need that remote, buddy. Fetch.” Uh oh. Peter already feels torn. He knows that one way or another, Tony will find the remote. If Peter gives it to him, he won’t be zapped. If he disobeys and Tony finds it himself, he will be punished. Such a hard choice. He sighs, turns around and crawls toward the elevator. When he reaches it, he eyes Tony first, then nudges the metal doors with his nose.

“Ruff!” 

Tony ruffles through Peter’s hair and presses the button, waiting for the elevator to come down to their floor. The man wonders where Peter hid the remote. If he even hid it at all. Seeing the boy’s naughty posture the answer to that is yes. It’s probably in the penthouse though.

The elevator doors open. Tony steps inside and snaps his fingers, ordering Peter to crawl into it too.

“Heel.” Peter rushes forward, pressing himself into Tony’s side. Tony smiles at him. Puppy Peter is the cutest thing. Switching between the most obedient little thing to straight-up naughty within the span of a couple of seconds. At each command, it’s a surprise how Peter will respond. The shock collar is a promise though. A promise that Peter will be misbehaving. Tony can’t wait. His cock is already half-hard in his jeans.

“Take us up to the penthouse, Fri.”

“Of course, boss. Should I mute any incoming calls until you’re done?”

“Oh, yes Fri, you’re the best.”

“I know.”

Peter chuckles beneath him and Tony smirks. About two years ago Tony had installed the new feature and it’s been an absolute game-changer. No more stupid phonecalls when Tony was pounding him. 

It doesn’t take long for them to actually reach the penthouse and Tony clicks his tongue once. Peter’s head whips up. He stares at Tony wide-eyed, waiting for the next command. Tony pets him once and repeats his earlier order.

“Fetch, Pete.”

With his head hanging low, Peter makes his way out of the elevator. Tony takes a second to stare at him. Peter on his knees, crawling, is a sight that has his heart skip a beat every fucking time. The way his strong shoulders stick out. The slight arch in his back. The way his ass moves with every step he takes, wagging his imaginary tail. It’s cute and sweet and so insanely hot. So much more than Tony ever thought possible. Yes, it’s his kink. But Peter truly takes it to another level.  

He saunters after the pup, curious to see where Peter hid the remote. Peter easily hops onto the couch, a naughty sparkle in his eyes as he nudges the pillow aside and clasps the small zapper between his teeth- presenting it to Tony proudly. Tony smirks.

“Good boy.” Peter blushes, the praise never failing to make him feel good. “C’mere, bring it to daddy.”

Peter seems to hesitate again. Just as Tony expected him to. Peter has to make a very deliberate choice as to whether he already wants to get punished or not. Just moments ago, it seemed Peter would start out good. But now, the boy didn’t seem too sure. Tony growls at him.

“Pete, I’m not saying it again. Get over here or there will be consequences.” Peter whines and hops off the couch again, apparently choosing to be good for just a bit longer. He drops the zapper into Tony’s open hand and sits back on his butt. Tony pets his hair absentmindedly and brings the remote closer to his face.

“Mmh,” he hums, playing with the controls for a second. “It’s got quite the voltage range uh?” He looks down at his boyfriend again. Peter’s eyes are wide. Apprehensive. Tony crouches, hooking his fingers into the strap around Peter’s neck to pull him in close.

“I know you want to try this, pretty pup. But your safewords still count and I’ll take it slow, ‘kay? Use your words.”

“T-thank you, daddy. I really want this, I- just don’t know what to expect.”

“That’s alright. Want to have a tiny break and just try out a couple of settings?” Peter visibly relaxes and nods. Tony leans in and kisses the boy on his forehead. 

“Alright,” he whispers sweetly, showing Peter the little display. “It’s at the lowest setting now. 400 volts. I-”

“Press it. Let’s get it over with.”

“Are you-”

“Please?” Peter stares at him intently, nodding. Tony sighs. His thumb circles the little button underneath and then decides that Peter is asking for it. It’s okay. So he presses. Peter’s body jerks and he makes a strangled noise. Tony sniffs.

“How’s that?”

“Ah- Not that bad, actually. It startled me more than it shocked me. Which is, fair cause it’s basically the duration that would hurt and it’s just a millisecond. And of course, it’s the amperage that makes it-” Peter stops himself and grins up sheepishly. “You obviously know all that.”

“Hmmm, then you do know that as much as that’s true, you will feel more if I turn it up.”

“I- yes.”

“Wanna try?” Tony hadn’t quite realized how nervous he’d been about the first shock too. Now that it’s been done, he starts to feel the very familiar rush of power course through his veins, already turning the voltage up by a step. Peter nods, seemingly more into it now as well. Tony doesn’t wait, pressing the button again. Peter flinches at the electric shock. His shoulders slump down afterward, trying to hide the blush on his face. Tony grins and reaches forward, palming the growing hard-on in Peter’s pants.

“Oh, you liked that one, uh?” Tony rubs the bulge, Peter whines. The kid is already slipping back into his role. “Whenever you’re ready for more, just say green and we’re on yeah?”

“Just, one more? Maybe turn it up a little higher? I kinda want… Eh-”

“-Yeah?”

“Ikindawantthesting,” he rushes out mumbling. Tony understands him though, so he takes a look at the display and turns the level up by five steps, pressing the button again without warning. Peter jolts, clearly taken aback. The loudest, filthiest moan falls from his lips.

“Perfect, perfect- green oh god Tony green.” Tony zaps him again, relishing in the way Peter’s body jerks at the shock.

“No more words then buddy,” he growls, palming his own, aching dick through his jeans. “You’re my naughty little pup and I’m going to train you so well. Gonna make you a perfect, obedient plaything.” 

Peter nods feverishly, pressing his lips together to keep from talking back. He wants to chant it. Please please, please. But he knows he can’t. He has to show Tony. Has to-

“Gimme your paw.” Wha-

Peter yelps when yet another shock electrifies him for a split second. Pleasure shoots down his spine, making his cock twitch and throb with need. Warily, he raises his right hand, no paw, and puts it in Tony’s hand.

“Good booooooy,” Tony coos, playing with the remote in his free hand. “Gimme the other.” Peter is quick to comply, nearly tipping himself over in his hurried movements as he switches sides.

“God, look at you,” Tony breathes heavily. Peter stares up at the man. Tony looks… Oh, he looks so out of it in the best way possible. His ragged breath, hungry gaze. The large bulge very visible in his jeans. Oh, how Peter wants it inside of him. Where doesn’t matter. He just wants- needs to please Tony so badly. He shuffles forward and bows his head, pressing it into Tony’s thighs close to his groin. With his nose, he nudges the hard-on and tilts his head. He gives the jeans an experimental lick and yips at the musky smell lingering in his nostrils.

“Oh,” Tony mumbles, “-you want a treat, buddy?” Peter nudges him again, wagging his butt. Yes, yes he wants it.

“Mmh, you gotta earn it though. Down, boy.” Peter leans back at the command, putting both his paws on the floor between his knees. Tony licks his lips and brings his hands down to open the fly of his jeans. Peter stares, whimpering when the large cock springs free.

“Listen carefully, pup. I’m allowing you to suck me off, but I will give instructions. If you fail, I zap you. If you bite down, I’ll turn up the voltage. Understood?” Peter nods. Tony hums appreciatively and steps out of his pants, shoving it to the side using his foot. Then, he wraps his own fingers around the shaft. He strokes himself, slowly. Teasing.

“Come here,” Tony growls. “Suck.” Peter lunges forward, craning his neck to catch the head of Tony’s cock between his lips. The boy moans as the taste of precum fills his mouth. He does as asked, sucking the cock into his mouth as far as he can. It’s sloppy when he bobs his head up and down, saliva escaping from his lips- trickling down on Tony’s cock. It’s difficult to not use hands in this position but Peter manages to make it work. He pulls back a little and laps at the head, pushing the tip of his tongue against the slit to feel more precum oozing out of it. Peter whines, sucking, relishing in the increasingly heavy moans that leave his daddy’s mouth.

“Stop moving, Pete.” Peter hesitates and realizes his mistake when Tony lifts the remote.

“Tsk, bad boy.” A sharp, jarring sensation sizzles against his neck and Peter sobs with pleasurepainpleasurepain. He tries very hard to not graze his teeth past Tony’s cock in his mouth but he can’t help it. Another blow follows and Peter surges backward. Panting, staring up at Tony with reddened cheeks. His entire body is tense, his cock hard and leaking in his sweatpants.

“I didn’t tell you to pull back, Pete, but I’ll let it slide for now. You’re such an eager puppy, it’s not your fault you can’t control yourself just yet. But no worries,” Tony murmurs, caressing Peter’s cheek and gently dragging him toward his cock again. “-I’ll teach you. Get back to it.” 

Peter shifts, quickly getting back in the right position before closing his lips around the shaft again. He presses down, ignoring the probing of Tony’s cock against the back of his throat. His nostrils flare as he tries to breathe through them calmly. He has to impress daddy, has to show him he’s got this, has to-

“Nnngh, so greedy. Impatient little thing.” Tony moans and Peter takes it as an invitation to press his tongue up. His neck still burns, a tingly, numb feeling where the now body-temperature-warm pins still press into his skin. He starts sucking his daddy off real good then. Swirling his tongue around the head before pushing down, suckling and drooling and whining. Tony’s fingers tug on his hair to spur him on even more. Peter’s eyes flutter shut, keenly waiting for Tony’s next command. It doesn’t take long.

“Off. Sit back. Wait.” Peter whimpers as he listens, not wanting to listen but needing to show Tony he’s still a good boy. He slumps back onto his own heels. He whimpers in surprise when Tony crouches down and hooks his finger into the waistband of Peter’s sweats. Tugging and sliding them down far enough for Peter’s cock to spring free.

“You’re so hard, little pup,” Tony mumbles, giving it an experimental tug. Peter gasps, a surge of arousal shooting through him at the slight shame of feeling his cock bounce back up like that. Tony’s fingers wrap around him. “Don’t move just yet.”

Tony’s hand moves up and down in a relentless, deliciously torturing pace. Peter tries, oh fuck he tries with all his might. But the feeling is so overwhelming and good and hot and he – as Tony predicted earlier – he can’t help himself. He ruts forward, only then freezing completely as he awaits the next shock. Instead of just once, Tony pushes the button thrice. Peter sobs, dropping himself forward on all fours. His breathing is erratic. His instincts are telling him to rip the collar off his neck and toss it out the tower windows. His dick doesn’t quite agree. He looks up, teary-eyed.

“Please,” he croaks. “Please daddy I need more. ” The shock that follows hits him like a punch, his entire neck jerking to the right at the sudden harsh sting. Tony turned it up again. Oh god-Oh god.

“Well, if you’re that desperate, why don’t you fuck my fist like a needy little bitch, uh?” Tony speaks, his voice rough and dripping with white-hot arousal. Peter whimpers, not sure if he should move or if it’s a trick. But when Tony zaps him for not moving this time, he rolls his hips forward.

Peter’s movements are slightly awkward and messy. His thrusts unsteady as he tries to chase the friction that’s Tony’s squeezed fist. His knees hurt where they press into the harsh, cold floor. Yet, it only adds to his pleasure. It’s ever so humiliating and it has him over the moon.

“That’s it, that’s it Petey. You’re gonna come all over the floor, just like this?” Peter sobs in pleasure, only thrusting faster and faster.

“Ngggh, yes baby, I’m gonna zap you five more times, ‘kay? Increasing voltage with every single one. At the fifth, you’re allowed to spill your mess.”

Peter doesn’t even have the time to process what Tony’s saying before the first blow hits. Peter gasps, jolting and rolling his hips down faster. If he wants to come, he’s gotta stop holding off from the edge.

“Alright, buddy. Brace yourself.” Peter sucks in a sharp breath at the warning, almost wishing Tony wouldn’t have said it as the anticipation only increases the insane dread of what’s to come. It’s almost as if-

“A- AAH!” Peter cries out at the next shock. The sting is definitely harsher, burning and powerful and Peter claws at the floor beneath him. His thrusts are already erratic. The tingly sensation he’s left with is enough to draw him close and closer to that edge. Vaguely, barely registering it, he sees how Tony brings the remote up, then pushing it between Peter’s teeth.

“Wha-“ He mumbles around it, but Tony’s stare is enough to shut him up in an instant.

“You’re gonna shock yourself for me, cucciolo. Daddy needs both his hands now, thanks to your neediness.” Peter stares at how Tony uses his now free hand to pleasure himself. Peter whimpers, wanting Tony to cum all over his face. They don’t do it often, but somehow whenever they’re doing the puppy thing something in Tony is desperate to visibly claim Peter as his.

“When I tell you to shock yourself, you will. So- Shock yourself, Pete.” Peter breathes heavily, his hips rolling and stuttering into Tony’s touch.

“Fucking do it, Pete. Don’t you wanna please me?” Peter squeezes his eyes shut and bites down into the button. The shock that follows is the most intense one he’s felt and it takes everything to not gasp and drop the zapper to the floor. He’s floating, floating through the weird buzzing sensation of the reverberating electricity in his system. He knows it’s just his nerves firing without pause, but it feels like he’s channeling the power and as if the only way to ground himself is through his release. His head drops, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he keeps rutting and thrusting and rolling his hips in the air.

“Oh fuck oh fuck, Peter, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face. Take it, take it, take-” Tony grunts, and Peter gasps when the hot stripes of cum land on his face. It trickles down and Peter desperately opens his mouth in the hopes of catching the last drops.

“S-shock yourself, Pete-“ Tony chokes out as he rides out his orgasm. Peter doesn’t hesitate this time, clamping his teeth down onto the button. The movement has the drops of cum mix with his saliva and he flinches, twitches. His entire body trembles at the delicious overstimulation. He’s so close. So close. One more shock, one more and then he gets to spill his seed all over the floor like the naughty little thing he is.

Tony slumps down into a seated position, watching Peter. Panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Peter loves it. Loves being watched. He keeps fucking into Tony’s fist. The man squeezes a little more, the friction already nearly tipping him over the edge. He gasps, trying to pull back, but one little tap against his balls has him obedient enough.

“Nnnn,” he mumbles around the zapper. He needs it. He can’t hold back. Not any longer. His vision is blurry, his stomach coiling and burning with an all-consuming need to release. Thank god, Tony is in a forgiving mood today. He nods once, and Peter gulps. Yesyes yes.

“Do it, pup. Shock yourself for daddy and… cum for me. ” Peter is so desperate that he doesn’t even think twice, doesn’t even realize that the shock is gonna hurt cause holy fuck he’s going to explode. He bites down, the shock surging through him like a sizzling fire that sets off the bomb. Peter cries out and drops the remote onto the floor as he spills into daddy’s tight grip. His arms no longer support the weight of his body and he groans, shivering as he lowers himself onto the floor. He doesn’t care- doesn’t care that the floor is hard and cold and stained. He’s spent. Truly, utterly, spent. Tony’s lips part with a soft sigh and he cradles the boy into his lap.

Peter doesn’t know how long he’s been there, his head resting on Tony’s strong thigh. He’s slowly starting to come back from his high. Becoming aware of their surroundings again.

“Hey, Pete,” Tony whispers sweetly. Peter just hums and snuggles closer. The shock collar around his neck no longer a threat, but a sweet reminder of what happened. “How’re you feeling?”

“Mmmmmfeelin’ good,” he mumbles. He doesn’t want to form coherent sentences yet. He wants to bathe in the aftermath of this for just a tad longer. He never thought he’d like it this much. They didn’t even fuck but it feels like they have. He feels ravished in the way he absolutely loves. “Hold me, daddy, pleeeease?”

“Yes baby, won’t let you go. I’ve got you, buddy. I’ve got you.”

[shipppersrus]

In Another Life- Chapter 2

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I think anatomy is my new favorite class. Louis and I goofed off the entire time, maybe I do actually have a chance with him. He is nothing like what people make him seem to be, they said he’s arrogant, he mouth’s off, and is basically a fuck boy but he isn’t that at all; he’s kind and funny, slightly annoying but really charming. We exchanged numbers for class and research purposes, but I was hoping that wasn’t the only reason he would be using it. I headed to P.E. for my next class, as I changed Mariana and Brody met up with me there.

“Clem! Clem! Clem! You will not believe who is in my history class!” Brody bounced and giggled.

“Who?” Her excitement couldn’t help but make me smile.

“Marlon!” She beamed.

“Marlon?” My face dropped. “Wouldn’t that mean he’s repeating history?”

“Oh come on Clem, so!” She nudged my arm. “We sit next to each other and he was passing notes to me all class. I think he likes me.”

“Oh come on Brody, don’t be stupid. Marlon’s a pig and he has a rep for being that, don’t fall into his trap.” Mariana spoke.

“Says you! You like Mitch the class dipshit-” Mariana immediately shushed her.

“Brody, talk lower, you know their are people always listening.” Brody rolled her eyes.

“I doubt anyone’s actually worried about who we like, what about you Clem, anything interesting happen in your first class?” Brody and Mariana gave their full attention to me.

“Uhh- no. Come on guys, you know I’m not interested in anyone here.” I lied.

“Whatever Clem, you just don’t want to tell us.” Mariana rolled her eyes.

“If there was something to tell, I’d tell you.” I continued tying my laces as I tried to hide my face.

So my best friends don’t know who I like, I never told them about my crush on Louis because I never wanted to be teased about it. They probably wouldn't tease me but being open and honest about my feelings for a guy that has never even payed attention to me before today is pointless. After I finished tying my laces I immediately made eye contact with Minnie, she mugged me as always and continued walking. There’s the other reason, Minnie, she’s Louis’s best friend and she hates me that’s a mess within itself. The 3 of us headed to the gym and lined up as we awaited coach Lily Payne. She was in the military and always acts like she has a stick up her ass, she tells us we have to yes ma’am or no ma’am her and did I mention she’s my softball coach. She was particularly hard on Minnie and myself because she said we have the most potential but I personally hated the competition it sparked that between Minnie and me. She started to count us off for the dodgeball game, and of course Minnie and i were on opposing sides, which meant she was going to target me. They lined up all the balls and

I peered to my sides to see who was on my team; let’s just say that the odds were not in my favor. Coach Payne blew her whistle and the tournament begun. I ran and got a ball and started throwing at targets who weren’t paying attention getting a lot of core players out early, but it wasn’t long before I was Minnie’s main target. She didn’t stop at all, she was relentless. I hid, ducked, and dodged as I took shots at her that were more calculated. Soon it was us having a standoff as our teams cheered us on. I considered losing to not add fuel to the fire, but I never quit and I really didn’t want to give Minnie the pleasure of feeling like she beat me. We went for about a good 5 minutes as we continued to exhaust ourselves. As we were both about to take our final shot the fire alarm went off, ending the game and causing us to evacuate. We both dropped to catch our breath as everyone else headed out the school then we followed suit towards the end of the line. I met up with Brody and Mariana as they cheered me on.

“That was amazing Clem!” Brody hooted.

“I swore you guys were going to kill each other.” Mariana laughed.

“Hey!” Minerva yelled to me. I glared at her as she approached me. “Don’t think this is over Everett. We’ll have our rematch soon.”

I rolled my eyes at her abrasiveness as we waited till we could go back inside. We’re definitely having a rematch soon.

After P.E. I went to my art history class that I shared with Sophie. We had a new teacher this year and I have to say he was so fine! Duck and I sat together as we watched the girls swoon over Mr. Luke Porter. I don’t know what was funnier, the girls or the fact that Duck was upset that Mr. Porter had Sophie’s attention.

“He’s not even that good looking.” Duck remarked.

“Uhh- yes he is.” I teased. “ He’s hot, like hot-hot.”

“Not you too Clem, you’re supposed to be one of the guys.”

“I’m not a guy Duck, why do you even like Sophie everytime you talk to her she ignores you.” I played with my pencil in my hand.

“Yeah well that’s because I was an underclassmen but now that I’m a junior there’s no way she can resist this face, and all this muscle.” Duck started flexing.

“Alright come on Duck, stop flirting with Clementine and focus in.” Luke eyed us.

“Flirting- with Clem- she’s… well… Clem…” Duck scoffed and I was slightly offended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I didn’t think I was that bad.

“Oh, no offense Clem, but you’re like my sister. Stop being girly and over-thinking.” Ducks comment still stung. “Oh come on Clem don’t be a baby, I just don’t see you that way.” he patted my head and I smacked his hand away.

“Don’t touch the hair.” I scolded him as he lifted his hand in surrenderance.

“Okay class don’t forget your papers on your choice piece of art due next class.” Luke finished up as the bell rung. Before I could even finish packing up Duck was already out the door waiting to make his moves on Sophie. I took my time getting my things since lunch was next and I wasn’t in a rush. Sophie hung around as she started flirting with Luke about her love for art. I continued to watch as I headed out right before her. I pulled Ducks arm as he pulled to go back the other way to talk to Sophie, I shook my head and dragged him to the cafeteria. I took an apple with some chicken strips and fries then made my way to our table. Duck and I

met up with Mariana,Brody, Gabe, and James; the conversation was normal banter stuff about life, taking over the world, until Mariana brought up a particularly interesting subject.

“You guys know that senior boy Louis?” She asked as she played with her peas and carrots. Most of the table didn’t respond or care except Brody and I.

“What about him?” Brody asked.

“Well he’s in my theater class, and he’s quite the actor, also quite cute as well.” She twirled her fork.

“Ew. Mari the last thing I want to hear is you talking about boys.” Gabe said uninterested.

“Yeah, but not as cute as Mitch, right?” I tried to throw in slyly.

“No way! Not nearly as cute as Mitch.”She threw it out there as I sighed of relief.

“Oh Clem stop you’re going to hurt poor Gabe’s feelings talking about other boys.” Duck teased.

“Shut up Duck.” Gabe pulled his hood down.

“Point out Louis to me, Mari.” Brody said as she slowly narrowed her finger in his direction.

“Oh he’s really cute, oh my gosh! That’s Marlons best friend! I remember him!” She cheered.

“Wouldn’t it be so cute if we went on a double date?” Brody pondered the idea.

“Oh come on guys they don’t even look the underclass man way we might as well just talk about the finer things in life.”

“Like cards.” Duck says. “Come on card man whip them out.”

Gabe pulls out the cards and deals every one a pair. James seems completely despondent.

“James you okay?” Clem ask.

“Charlie’s just been acting weird and it’s making me nervous.” James was very frantic.

“It’s probably nothing dude, just chill.” Duck Said insensitively.

“I’m just gonna go.” James abruptly hopped up and left.

“What’s his deal? I’m sure his brother is fine.” Duck studied his deck.

“You’re such an idiot.” She facepalmed.

“Dude Charlie isn’t his brother it’s his boyfriend.” Mariana rolled her eyes.

“Boyfriend? He’s gay?” Duck looked around confused as we all scoffed and groaned, he can be so slow.

It was finally time for softball practice and it felt great to be back on the field. I grabbed my practice bat and finally put on my cap after not being able to wear it all day and headed for home base. Of course Minnie was pitching, I just felt bad that Mariana was going to feel her wrath, Mariana batted up as she got ready to hit one of Minnie’s curveballs.

First ball, Miss.

Second ball, Miss.

Third ball, Smack.

Mariana immediately went down as the ball hit her leg. She yelps in pain as some of our teammates and Coach Lily approached her telling her to ice it and walk it off, as for me I’d had it with Minerva.

“What the fuck is your problem!” I dropped my bat and approached her.

“I don’t have a problem, your friend sucks at ball.” She started approaching me.

“Purposely hit my friend one more time, and you’ll see how much of a problem I can be.” We were any each other’s face… well more like her towering over me and me standing my ground.

“Girls! Break it up! Go take a lap, now! Each a mile.” Lily got between us, our glares stuck on each other before I headed to take my lap. I was a lot faster than Minnie but she was much more agile. I hated being like that but she pushed me there, Lee didn’t raise me to let people disrespect me and I’m not about to start. Once we finished our mile we headed back over picking up where we left off, my eyes always ready for whatever curveball Minnie would throw.

“It’s out of here!” My teammate Audrey yelled as I did my homerun. It’s going to be an interesting season.

After practice I was ready to head home when Coach called Minnie and I into her office to “talk”. We both each took a seat as she took her time giving us her full attention.

“Ok ladies, the bickering has got to stop. You two play more like opponents than teammates and I’ve had it, you two are no doubt great players but that’s not all it takes you have to be able to work together, especially you Minerva it’s your senior year and recruiters will be looking out for you. So this is how it’s going to be, anymore fights between the two of you and you both will be benched until I say otherwise, potentially the whole season do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” Minnie hastily said.

“No problem Coach.” I dryly replied.

“You two are excused. If I hear anything on or off the field both of you will be answering.” She eyes both of us back and forth as we headed out. Minerva’s long legs propelled her much faster than my 5’3 legs could, it’s going to be a long season.

I headed home pulling up just at 6:30 the sunset looked stunning as it was almost about to set. I parked in the driveway and Mariana got out to head to her home across the street. I decided to take a moment before I went in to see my family. I began to get curious about the idea of being with someone, I never had a boyfriend and though I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I wanted one. Was the reason I never had one is because I close myself off? Or no guy really looked my direction? Mari and Brody say I can be Intimidating and sometimes that scares them away, but even if that were true who wants to be with someone weak anyway. I dropped the mirror go take a look at myself, I stopped wearing my hair down, mostly because I didn’t wake up in time to do it. I never really wore that much makeup though I never leave home without my mascara and lip gloss, and I have a lot of dresses but I saw no point in wearing them at school. All of that just doesn’t matter to me though if I’m going to be with someone I would rather him like me for me and know that if I ever had to turn it on I would, not just what I look like on the outside. I smiled to myself because whether I meet someone like that in high school or not, I’m still me and I’d rather wait than meet someone that wants me to change me. I got out the car and headed inside. The smell of pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy filled my nose. I headed to the kitchen to see my dad preparing plates, it’s one of my favorites. I studied the pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, with green beans on the plate already claiming the biggest piece in my mind. It wasn’t long before Aj came bursting through the kitchen ready to stick his finger in the one he claimed. I got ready to pull a piece from mine but was halted by Lee’s smack to my hand.

“You stink Clem! Go wash up before dinner starts.” He moved the plates away from his as Aj almost poked mr piece.

“Aww dad, it’s just the smell of a hard working women killing it on the field.” I hugged him tight enough to rub my must onto him.

“Mhm. I can tell sweet pea, now stop poisoning the smell of this meal with your hard working woman smell.” He poked my tickle spot causing me to let go of him.

“That ones mine.” Aj kept trying to find a way to poke the food.

“No Aj I already claimed that one.” I crossed my arms.

“You didn’t call dips, so it’s mine.” He fought back.

“You couldn’t even eat all that if you tried.”

“Yes I can stupid head!” He peered over his step stool to try and get in my face.

“Okay, okay now. Aj don’t call your sister a stupid head, look, I have a fair way of solving this. This one is mine and you guys chose from the other 3.” Lee took the plates and headed to the dinner table.

“That’s not fair dad! You didn’t call dibs Aj chased after him.

“I’m the dad, and I cooked it I get dibs on what I want.” Lee handed Aj forks and knives so he could help. “But I’ll let you have all the fatty pieces. Aj beamed and sticks his tongue out to me. I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs to shower and change before dinner. I passed Carley but it looked like she was working hard on some report she was working on. I briefly said hello to her and she greeted me back her eyes not leaving her computer for a second. I started up the shower as I got on my phone to see a message from Brody:

Brody: I have a date on Friday!

Clem: With who?

Brody: Marlon!

Clem: Brody…

Brody: Clem…

Never mind it being him, look my dad will kill me if he finds out I’m going on a date, would you mind coming along?

Clem: Like third wheeling? Brody…

Brody: No! I’ll tell Marlon to bring a friend! It will be a double date, except you guys do your thing and we do ours.

Clem: I’ve never been on a date… I don’t want my first one to be a blind one at that.

Brody: So then don’t think about it as a date, think about it as you helping your best friend get the boy of her dreams.

Clem: …

Fine.

Brody: thank you Clem! You’re the best!

Clem: you owe me.

Brody: oh don’t act like you’re not excited.

I locked my phone and begun to shower, I’m going on a date on Friday… well a double date, but still a date! I wonder who it could be… I started thinking about the slim chance that it was Louis and got all excited and nervous at once. Once I got out the shower I changed and headed to dinner. Of course I got the smallest piece.

“You snooze you lose.” Aj laughed as he ate his meal with joy.

“How was school? Anything exciting happen?” Carley asked me.

“No. Same old, same old.” I mixed up my mash potatoes.

“Hmm. Well I was thinking your aunt Christa, grandma, and I could take you prom dress shopping in these next couple of weeks.” I never even thought about prom.

“I didn’t have plans on going.” I avoided her eyes.

“Even so, I think it’d be nice to have a family girls day. Especially with B getting married and all, it would be nice.” I could hear in her tone the desperation.

“Okay.” I gave in. It’s taken a minute for Aunt Christa to warm up to Carley mostly because of how fast Lee moved on after the divorce. I heard dad and her talking once and she said that he didn’t give himself time to heal and that he’s with her because he’s scared of being alone with a child, but I know that’s not the case. I believe they love each other, besides they’ve been together this long. It also didn’t help that she almost didn't come to their wedding causing a riff between dad and aunt Christa.

“Besides if you get asked you don’t want to be blindsided anyway.” Carley shoves food in her mouth.

“No one's asking me to prom Carley, all my friends are in my grade.” I got a little embarrassed.

“You never know Clem.” Carley smiled.

I felt my phone buzz as I briefly checked it under the table, it was a message from Louis.

Louis: Hey Clemster? You busy?

Clementine: At dinner with my family what’s up?

Louis: oh nothing…

Just needed some help with the Endocrine system is all.

Clementine: oh, give me 5.

I could feel Lees suspicion rise as I tried to hide my phone under the table.

“May I be excused?” Lee studied me before nodding. “Thanks dad.”

“Hey Clem.” I turned to him. “No texting at the dinner table.” I smiled and headed to my room.

Louis: it’s been 5… you still there?

Clementine: yeah I’m back!

A/N: I was going to keep going and make this chapter longer but life is getting the best of me! Hope you enjoy! There’s more to come!

[stankrhodes]

I Know That You Know by Leslie Odom Jr. [Songfic] - Ironhusbands

Ship: Ironhusbands

Warnings: a bit of homophobia. Fluff. Through the years.

Author’s note: My plan for week 3 is to have a bunch of song-fics. Fluff or angst (probably mostly fluff but who knows)

Word Count: 1,576

Fic day #16/30

Song: I Know That You Know by Leslie Odom Jr.

Life’s a game, but who can play it all alone?

Every chap should hold a heart that’s all his own

Love may come, at first sight, they told me

When I saw you, I knew;

I had found my only love when I met you

MIT. First day.

Tony’s eyes grazed the room as he sat in a chair on the outskirts of the room. It was orientation day for incoming freshmen and Tony swore he was the youngest person there at 15. Of course, he didn’t need to know that he was, in fact, the youngest person there. However, second to him was James Rhodes.

At 17 years old, James Rhodes knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to join the Air Force but he was going to wait until he got his masters from MIT.

It took two months into Tony’s freshman year until he came face to face with James Rhodes and the first thing he, unconsciously, blurted out was, “Why are you so beautiful?” Rhodey, startled and baffled at the question, sighed softly. “And you are?” He asked.

“Your future husband,” Tony bluntly admitted. Rhodey reckoned he heard someone yell “Faggot!” from behind the two of them but he didn’t care.

“Hilarious,” he said as he tried to hide that he didn’t necessarily disagree with that statement.

So, darling, I know that you know

That I’ll go where you go

“Rhodey!” Tony yelled from where he sat on Rhodey’s dorm bed doing his homework. He had basically moved into Rhodey’s dorm before the end of their freshman year despite Rhodey’s protests that he would wait until Tony was eighteen to make any advances.

Tony knew that was going to only get harder in the next two years.

“What?” Rhodey responded from the bathroom. It took him a moment but he walked out with only boxers and a large U. S. Military shirt on. “You’re hot,” Tony ogled and Rhodey deadpanned. “Okay okay,” he laughed. “Your request for our dorm went through. It’s been approved since we’re in the same year and my case was valid. We’re very close.” Tony winked and Rhodey groaned.

“Stop,” he weakly argued and Tony cheekily smiled.

“So dorm plans?”

I chose you, won’t lose you

I wish you knew how much I long to hold you

Tony sighed as he worked in the lab of the New York mansion. He was fresh out of his senior year of college and Rhodey had gone straight to the Air Force. Being alone was such a foreign feeling to him after becoming so used to being with Rhodey for the last four years of his life.

Rhodey was his rock and Tony had to admit it to himself --he was lost without him.

Sure, he got the occasional phone call or letter but they were becoming more sporadic with their frequency and Tony couldn’t help but wish Rhodey were beside him.

He supported Rhodey –hell, he would until the day he died-- but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt less when he was away, in fact, it hurt even more.

While he was working, his newest AI system, JARVIS, named after the only father-figure he ever had, alerted him that he had an incoming call from a classified number.

“Hello?” He answered without interest. He expected it to be some stupid company calling him about new plans, but that wasn’t his job, that was his dad’s job. However, he did not expect the huff and joked response, “Sorry. I think I got the wrong number.”

“Rhodey!” “Hey Tony,” he laughed over the line and Tony dropped what he was working on to focus his attention on his boyfriend. They had to keep their relationship a secret of course, but everyone knew Rhodey was seeing someone.

“I miss you,” Tony whined. Although his voice was playful, the confession was serious. “I miss you too, Tones.” “When are you coming home?”

“Four months minimum. A year max. They need me here, Tony. I love you but this is important to me.”

Tony sighed and looked down at his lap. “I know. I just-- I just wish you were here with me.” “I do too Tony. I wish I was there too.”

This time is my time

Will soon be goodbye time

“You know I have to leave in two days right?” Rhodey whispered softly. Tony hummed in acknowledgment and turned over in their bed to face his lover. “Yeah.” Rhodey sighed at Tony’s resigned tone.

“We can’t just lay in bed all day Tones.” “I want to be here with you all day.

“I don’t want to say goodbye because I never know if you’re going to come back. When I don’t get any word from you I get anxious and I drink and I shouldn’t, not after what happened with Mom and Dad but I can’t help it. I love you too much to lose you Rhodey.” Tony’s admission caught Rhodey off-guard and he quickly gathered Tony in his arms.

“I love you too Tony. I don’t want to lose you either and I’m so sorry for putting you through all of this pain. You don’t deserve it.”

In starlight, hold me tight;

With one more little kiss say nighty-night

Rhodey sighed as he looked at Tony who was, for once, peacefully sleeping in their bed. With his duffle bag in hand, he kissed Tony’s forehead and whispered, “I love you,” before leaving for his latest deployment.

Love may come at first sight they told me

When I saw you I knew

I had found my only love

When I met you

Pepper walked into Tony’s lab one evening to see him working on the 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster that belonged to his dad. She didn’t think it an unusual occurrence because he tended to work on this car a lot but she found that sometimes he put off other deadlines to work on the car when he was stressed. Considering the fact that Obie had a pretty strict deadline for a new product looming over Tony’s shoulders, she guessed he was pretty stressed.

“Mr. Stark,” she started and watched with curiosity as he slowly placed the part he was holding on the ground and turned around with movements just as monotone. “Yes, Ms. Potts?”

“I have some paperwork here for you to sign. It’s about a deal with Hammer Industries.” “A deal? Like what?” “Tying the knot on the latest Quantico missile.” “Absolutely not.”

Pepper looked him over once again. His demeanor was unchanging and sluggish. “Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” “I’m stupidly in love.” She was taken aback by that response. Tony Stark, playboy, known for his wild parties and one night stands, in love?

“Well, it seems to me you need to call them.”

“Them is already here,” she heard a voice call and turned around to see Colonel James Rhodes standing behind her. “Honeybear!” Mr. Stark yelled and ran toward the Colonel. Pepper’s shock was evident in that her jaw was wide open. Quickly she collected herself and watched as Mr. Stark immediately relaxed in Rhodes’s presence.

She knew they had known each other for decades but smiled softly because she recognized that they had far better chemistry than she could have ever imagined. He’s happily in love she told herself and has been for years.

So, darling, I know that you know

That I’ll go where you go

I choose you, won’t lose young

I wish you knew how much I long to hold you

“Aliens have entered New York City.” Rhodey stopped listening after that because it was in New York. Tony was in New York which meant he was going to end up doing something stupid.

He kept his eyes glued to the news and when he saw the Iron Man armor going through the portal, his heart dropped. “No. No. No.” Everyone on the plane looked at him curiously but Pepper put an encouraging hand on his shoulder.

He held his breath, praying to any deity out there that they could protect his Tony. When he barely fell through the portal, Rhodey let out a soft breath but kept his eyes on the screen as it looked like Tony was free falling.

Rhodey couldn’t help but let his tears fall freely. “Please don’t be dead,” he whispered to himself but knew it was a false hope.

He had lost the one thing that was most important to him.

Later that night, Rhodey walked into the remnants of Stark Tower and looked around with a heavy heart. He had made love to Tony in this tower. He had confessed his deepest feelings in this tower. He allowed himself to ooze domesticity in this tower. Now that was gone.

He turned around and prepared himself to walk right back out when he heard, “Rhodey?” He spun around and there he was. In all his broken and bruised glory, Tony Stark was standing right in front of him. A sob left his throat as he tumbled forward and into Tony’s arms.

“You’re real?” “I’m real.”

“I thought I lost you,” Rhodey sniffed and Tony’s hand that was rubbing his back stilled before he replied, “I tried to call.” “I know. I’m so sorry I didn’t answer.” Tony led the way to their room and Rhodey, completely worn out, laid in bed while Tony did some more shuffling.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Better now that you’re here.”

[hermoanie]

tw: mental illness, miscarriage

oh wow another mess of a req. we love consistency. so i need elvira’s long term boyfriend who i will just call boyfriend for this request. great. buckle up!!

elvira and boyfriend met ages ago in the wonderful world of high school. they were friends, for a while. unlikely friends because elivra was sort of a weirdo, free spirit, talking to the ghosts in the room type whereas boyfriend was a cliche jock. sort of seemingly gangly and dumb but also oddly grounded in logic and facts and w/e. they weren’t really meant to be more than friends anyways. boyfriend had a girlfriend - one of vira’s good friends, actually - but in one of vira’s less stable moments (hint: mentally stable she was not!! but we’ll get back to that) they wound up hooking up. and they said they wouldnt again. until they did another time. and another time.

the girlfriend found out at prom it wasn’t pretty.

so, as one could assume, the girlfriend dumped boyfriend. in a flashy, hella dramatic fashion. vira would have loved it tbh if she wasn’t subjected to half the wrath. small price to pay. vira didn’t take well to the pressure of most of her friends now turning on her and siding with the girlfriend because girl code she broke it. which led her to a few manic episodes where the ““spirits”“ she was hearing (hint, girl its not spirits ur talking to) told her to do some dumb shit, culminating at its peak when they told her to jump off her roof. she was fine, only broke her arm, but people started taking her more seriously - aka her parents finally took her to a shrink where they diagnosed her as bipolar. which was the only good part of all of this.

anyways, back to boyfriend. he was basically the only one to stick by vira in all of this. mostly because he’d been the ass to cause it. they werent dating. they were just “friends”. friends who would hook up all the time. and friends who vira would have these huge melt downs to. but soOoooOOOOooOOOOO platonic.

they played this game before boyfriend. briefly got back together with his girlfriend from high school (spoiler alert he’s done this on more than one occasion in the last decade). which if you asked vira was Fine. totally and completely fine. but things with boyfriend and the girlfriend didnt last.

it wasn’t until some 3 years after their initial mess that something actually solid came from boyfriend and vira being together. they started actually dating, vira became clingy af in typical vira fashion. vira would up pregnant for the first time shortly after this. which she was over the moon about. like elated as all hell. but she miscarried a few weeks in so there went that sunshine.

but boyfriend and vira went on with their relationship. it was super codependent (although more so just on vira’s side tbh) and messy and every time they broke up (which happened often yikes) - even if it was for 48 hours, boyfriend somehow, without fail always found his way back to that ex from high school. which vira is super stupid insecure about. nice

here’s some spark notes bc this req is getting way too long. a few years later, when they were 23 vira got pregnant again (girl use some better birth control). surprise, she miscarried again. bigger surprise, she took this one worse than the first one. when they were 25 she got pregnant again (again with the birth control, girl). good news though this one stuck, and now they have a three year old who is the light of vira’s life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

flash forward to now. she’s like three months pregnant and paranoid every single day that something bads going to happen to the baby but shes mostly out of the woods bc the other 2 times she miscarried way earlier than that but!! hello paranoia!!!!! it doesnt make her very easy to live with currently.

anyways thats where ill leave it. there are lots of other little holes and gaps to fill in because i way more prefer to build plots together w/ people okay. so take him and cry with me over them. he should be 28. the face is totally open just run it by me first plz. as far as personality/jobs go, like i said he’s definitely more put together and grounded than vira is. so he would have gone to college unlike her and has some sort of Real job (bc shes a psychic so thats fun). idk just do the thing so i can yell at you about my feelings ty!!

add me on discord if u want emma#6370

ty and goodnight

[oncethrown]

2x12 You Are Not Your Own Review

Whole Episode Review

So much great stuff. So many problems. So much promise that Shadowhunters is determined to be better than the books.

So much evidence that they might not understand what the initial problems in the book were.

I’m not one of those people who reacts to characters like they are real people, or about the writers “treating a character like that” as though the plot actually happened to a real person. Doing something terrible to a character, or having a character do something awful is not “disrespecting” them— if you deal with the consequences of those plot points and use them to make a plot move forward, instead of just dropping them and running along to the next thing. If a plot point is just a thing that happens, then yeah, it’s a disservice to the character, but you can do really terrible shit to a character if you build it into something interesting plotwise and create character growth from it.

I’m not sure I trust Shadowhunters to accomplish that right now.

Shadowhunters entire premise is based on there being a whole magic world, where Shadowhunters are at the top, and downworlders are underneath them. There are laws in place that are supposed to guarantee some freedom and equality, and everyone knows they are bullshit, but the Shadowhunters don’t care. There’s a villain who embodies the worst of Shadowhunter supremacy ideals… but the Shadowhunters hate him because he killed a bunch of Shadowhunters, not because he threatens the downworld.

The narrative they are trying to push, is that their lead characters, Clary, Jace, Isabelle and Alec, are aware of and against the unfair treatment and oppression of the downworld and in favor of a fairer and more inclusive world. Especially Clary, who as a character from outside the world doesn’t have their ingrained prejudices.

But the writers are failing to a degree that almost seems intentional in the first two episodes.

The Problems:

1. Please Pay No Mind To The Pile Of Dead Downworlders Behind the Curtain

Valentine murdered downworlders en mass inside an Institute and the only time a Shadowhunter has mentioned it is Alec telling Jace that it isn’t his fault. Imogen was brought in to interrogate and torture Valentine— to get the mortal cup back. There has been no nod whatsoever to the Clave attempting to reach out to the downworld. Acknowledge the massacre, assure the leaders of the downworld that they didn’t know the mortal sword had the power to slaughter downworlders. When they bring up that Clary deactivated the sword? It’s done with annoyance that stupid Clary broke the Truth Magic.

Even Luke and Maia’s scene, where Maia is upset that most of the pack got rolled off the Institute floor and probably onto a truck to be dropped into the Hudson for all anyone seems to give a damn, gives Luke the less than compelling emotional reaction of “Meh, more wolves where those losers came from, my nosy gay partner is annoying me right now.”

The show did something catastrophic to a population that it explicitly uses to represent oppressed people, and sidestepped dealing with it further than wringing a Malec moment out of it. There is no emotional impact to dozens (hundred? We don’t know) of dead downworlders.

Everyone of the main Shadowhunter characters (except Jace) is in or has been in a significant romantic relationship with a downworlder, and none of them seem to be thinking about the impact of this massacre in any larger way either.

2. Business as Usual, Side of Evil

Shadowhunters encourage torture. Mundanes call that a war crime, but it’s whatever! Imogen tortures Valentine for information about the Mortal Cup. Imogen wants him dead because he won’t give up the mortal cup. The Clave wants him alive because he might give up the mortal cup if they just keep torturing him.

And then Clary McWhiteSavior handwaves all the torture and dark shit going on in the basement of the building she lives in, because Imogen lost her family… in a warrior culture, where people die all the time and most people lost a lot of family 15 years ago. When Imogen tells Alec that the Clave won’t let her kill Valentine, but she’s going to do it anyway… Alec is concerned… but concerned like a Republican senator, where he’s shocked and dismayed… but isn’t going to do shit about it (other than guard the door until it turns out that maybe it is his body-swapped boyfriend after all).

I get that Valentine is essentially the Shadow world equivalent of a White Supremacist. If he were burning crosses in Mississippi instead of… being menacing on a boat carousel?(seriously, Shadowhunters, figure out your damn aesthetic) I wouldn’t really give a damn about him getting a little bit mysteriously dead during a security tape fritz. (Except of course I would, because those sorts of “mechanical failures” only ever function to excuse the deaths of non-white people, and let killer cops back out on the street. That’s the actual pattern.)

But the Law is the Law. Shadowhunters are supposed to be dispensers of cold justice in strict accordance with ancient tradition. Having Imogen go rogue like that, and DRAG ALEC, ONE OF THE OFFICIAL GOOD GUYS along with her, and at no point have the plot acknowledge that she went off the rails is ludicrous. Even Casserole Clam managed to fit that part in. In the books Imogen breaks the Law to torture Jace, and the narrative kills her for it. It’s not okay for Shadowhunters to just walk away from that point, especially after tying a main character up in the mess.

3. Must Be This White or Male Not To Be An Addict

Season 1 Izzy was the youngest forensic pathologist in New York, a formidable fighter, a loving sister, a good friend, and a total badass. Season 2 Izzy is a frail drug addict who has yet to deliver a line to a man who isn’t playing savior or trying to bone her, or both! She is also the only non-white Shadowhunter from Clary’s stupid pre-credit intro monologue and she’s completely lost control of her sexual and romantic agency (Technically I know Alec has to be Latino… but Matthew Daddario isn’t so I think the point still stands).

Izzy and Meliorn had a relationship lacking the romangst that characterizes everyone else’s smooching time, but that seemed perfectly healthy and functional. Izzy even got to save him from the evil Clave imprisoning him with no evidence in a place that would kill him (remember when that became important in the story? Neither do I, must have gotten cut for more time for Jace and Clary to say sibling words over and over again in case we didn’t hear them the first time) but now she’s drug denning with Raphael until he turns her out in the street to save her life, and then she’s being saved by the mysterious blonde english boy who takes her home to save her life, and she doesn’t think it’s fair for Alec to not like Sebastian just because Alec wishes that he had been the one to save her life. Even Simon, who I have basically no qualms with, gets a scene where he gets to give her information about addiction and be respectful of what she might be needing in recovery, and has family experience and doesn’t judge her.

And it might have seemed sweet if Isabelle’s story line hadn’t stripped her of everything that was cool about her in season 1.  

Gag. Choke. Barf.

4. I Feel Like You Want Me To Think Boy-Touching is Gross

Remember all the hand holding and closeness and casual intimacy between Magnus and Alec in 2A?

No. Cause it wasn’t there.

Other than the greeting kiss in 2x11, every time Alec has touched Magnus like they are two people who are in love and are having and enjoying sex with each other,  it was actually Valentine, and the camera focused on Valentine being super weirded out by it. When it was Magnus touching Alec in Valentine’s body the disgust made sense in the context… but with everything else going on in that plot there’s still a yuck factor to the touch that makes the fact that the only time Alec and Magnus are together, in their own bodies, there is too much hurt and distance for them to touch each other.

5. And Like… I Don’t Want Homophobia in Fiction But…

What is going on culturally with Alec Lightwood The Only Gay Shadowhunter? No one mentions it, no one brings it up. And it would be a really good thing to explore in the current cultural moment. Homophobia (and racism) can be present without being overt. It can affect people’s lives and careers, even with everyone putting on an accepting face.

It could be something that forces Alec to think a little bit more about the wisdom of the Clave, and maybe make him think a little bit about how he was raised to think about downworlders. It would move him out of the dominant culture of his world into a weird gray space where he could learn. Because they gave him the impetus for that in Aldertrees “I loved a werewolf as though she was a person but it turns out she was just a downworlder” speech.

If Jenji Kohan suddenly took over as show runner, it might even be interesting to see Alec learn how not to be a White Gay ManTM, like the assholes joining facist movements because they think their sexuality gives them an excuse to hate Muslims, or the rotten toenail fungus suing the Alamo for hosting an all women screening of Wonder Woman because he can’t handle not being welcome in a space for women when he could go see the fucking moving anywhere else in Texas. (What an asshat).

6. And Since I Brought Up Disrespect

Again, doing bad things to characters isn’t disrespect.

But patterns in the writing for certain characters is.

1. Why is Izzy a pathetic damsel now, repeating the same experience, and the same fucking lines over and over again?

2. Why do Clary and Simon get greeting make outs and Alec and Magnus don’t? Why have we seen Clary and Jace dive into passionate full body kisses with a wide enough lens to see their bodies pressed together and not gotten the same for Magnus and Alec? Why have we gotten a cutesy morning after scene for Clary and Simon, and not gotten anything similar for Magnus and Alec, even in an episode where their fist time having sex was a B plot?

3. Why is Izzy always being put in the position where sex is being exchanged for something? (She goes off to have sex with Meliorn when they all need a backway into the hotel Dumort. Her attempts to get a bite from Raphael are all highly sexualized. Aldertree offered Izzy Yinfen in exchange for “dinner”.

4. Why is it that in the two sex scenes we’ve seen with people fully or mostly nude (Jace and the Seelie girl and Izzy and Meliorn) the woman is so much more sexualized than the man? And why have we only seen this much skin in these casual sexual relationships and not in the main romantic pairings?

5. Why has Clary  never listened to anyone, and never had to experience any real consequences for her actions (with the exception of getting thrown into a rape cage at Iris’s after trying to bring her mother back from the dead). Why does she keep saying she cares about downworlders (and always downworlders of color) and then fucking them over and forgetting about them? She tased Luke, for fuck’s sake, and went on her merry way like a fucking sociopath. 

While Watching Thoughts

Azazel is a good small arc villain. Sinister and handsome and powerful.

Kat Mcnammara is actually good at this cutes-y romcom shit. It comes across much more genuine than everything else she’s asked to do…but somehow it makes me hate Clary more. I like my female leads smart enough to realize that maybe Simon being a Daylighter is super rare, and maybe could mean trouble and maybe there’s a reason for Simon to be jumpy (Vote 1 of this reaction post for Maia as main character)

UUUUGGGGHHHH remember season 1 Izzy, who occasionally  did something other than make doe eyes at men who were actively harming her while she credited them with saving her life?

I would like to see Clary, Jace and Isabelle’s willingness to bring Sebastian onboard obviously tied to him being a Shadowhunter. It would make a lot of the anti-downworld stuff coming up pop more and give Clary’s character something to actually work with going forward-- “He’s a shadowhunter, I’m a shadowhunter, we are part of the shadowhunter club, my mom is dead and my father is evil and jace isn’t my brother, so shadowhunters are my FAMILY”

Valentine trying to do magic is great, Harry’s changed physicality doing Valentine is great. I wish the next day makeup made more sense.

I can’t tell if it’s sweet or needy that Alec marches directly to Magnus’s apartment after that phone call, especially since there was a huge fucking massacre and then they made him summon a greater demon that nearly killed them all?

Umm… okay with the matrix shot.

It’s…not awesome that the most affectionate touch we’ve seen Magnus and Alec have is when it’s being used to freak out Valentine.

Goddamnit Clary. Could you listen for just one fucking time? If only so I don’t have to hear you whine about it when the consequences fuck you over.

Interesting that Valentine thinks to call Dorothea.

I hope they make this Imogene the Sadist thing go somewhere

Please let this be the end of this fucking druggie storyline

Simon is sweet. He would have been a much better main character than Clary. Imagine, instead of this love-struck white girl— witty Jewish boy who deeply cares about people actually like… fucking notices the problems in the Shadow world society. Actually cares. Actually brings it up to the people around him other than just when he needs their help for stuff. (Remembers that Luke is basically his Dad)

This scene makes me wish that Valentine wasn’t the most boring fucking villain. I had no idea Alan was a good actor cause his character is such a mildly menacing blank space. His face when Alec shoves him away. His Magnus voice.

This is not the worst way to introduce the Herondale thing… but I don’t  want this Imogene/Clary scene.

Oh hey- Simon caring about someone again. Caring about the guy who has threatened him multiple times because Isabelle humanized him. Hmmm…. What an interesting trait in a main character brought into a repressive society against their will. Hmmm.

I like Alec trusting Jace with what just happened to him.

I don’t think Magnus actually calls Alec Alexander this often.

Haha. Valentine faking magic.

I hate gratuitous torture scenes. I gave up on Supernatural after the Samandriel thing. This had better be fucking moving toward a point. About the Clave being Nazis.

Please let this episode be the last I need to hear about the incest plot

Whoa. Raphael. This is the only time I’ve ever liked Raphael a little bit.

Oh good. Isabelle being a junkie is a plot point again.

Simon! So Stupid! Don’t wave it at everyone!

Luke knows he’s everyone’s dad.

Again. Make this Imogen thing do something.

Alec… isn’t really going to allow this to happen is he? Not just because it might be Magnus… but because he’s supposed to respect the rules. And like… there should be too much doubt in his mind to go this far. Especially with the weird phone call and visit earlier.

Ooohhoooo This is much better reveal of Jace’s parentage than the books. Buuuuttttt…. Imogen believes the Magnus/Valentine switch with way less evidence than Magnus gave Alec. Not great.

I wonder if this Herondale reveal reads as total left field bullshit if you haven’t read the books? 

Magic has to be harder than that.

Good point Alec. You are now here with the untrained shadowhunter and the random dude who according to his own story, just went rogue. There are real shadowhunters at the institute, where are they.

Ooohhh, Alan got that magnus-move down really well. It’s too bad he has to go back to being a frowny face with a overwrought backstory.

I feel bad for Kat that she got cast to be a cute red head and now that they have real money to work with they can afford people as talented as Alisha and Will. She can’t keep up.

Magnus must be a better fighter than that. What the hell was that?

Like… are they going to talk about the fact that Magnus’s first thought at every point has been protecting people… and Alec is a Shadowhunter… who was just going to guard the door while his boss tortured a prisoner? That’s some dark shit. And it sort of carves Alec down to just another Shadowhunter… another in a long line of the monsters who have hunted Magnus and his friends for centuries. How could Magnus have thought he would be different? Is it naive for him to really have believed that it was possible to love a Shadowhunter?

Alberto could have chemistry with a ketchup stain

Oh good. More incest. I was so very worried we might go four fucking seconds without it.

Is Jace just… hanging out and petting a sword?

So… did Imogen storm into Magnus’s and demand jewelry, probably without apologizing him for the torture and unlawful imprisonment? (Of course she did. Did Alec Say anything?)

We aren’t going to deal with the irony in her statement about what’s good and right… when she was all tortury and rogue murdery? We’re gonna let that go? Okay then.