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[babybatscreationsv2]

Peter's First Kiss

Marvel | Starker

When Peter is outed at a party by one of his classmates, Tony swoops in to save his boyfriend from public humiliation.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: forced outing, public embarrassment

"Peter's gay?" One of his classmates exclaimed. Peter shrunk in on himself on reflex. Even Ned stopped mid sentence and he looked around. His class wasn't known for being homophobic, but he wasn't exactly looking for yet another reason to get bullied. Peter grabbed his arm and slowly began to pull Ned away from the source of the exclamation. They made it two steps.

"Hey, Peter!" Betty reached them. She caught Peter's arm to stop his escape. "You're gay? Someone said you were gay."

"Uh..." Peter froze. A thousand denials tangled around in his brain.

"No! What?" Ned said, but his nervous stuttering was unconvincing. Betty looked between the two of them. In fact, the whole room was looking at them.

"Well..." Peter looked at his friend in panic. Ned gave him nothing more than a concerned look and a shrug. "I am. Yeah. I mean, I guess so."

"Really? That's totally cool," Betty said. "I mean I don't think it's a problem or anything. Actually, Eddie's gay, too! Sorta. He's bi. You guys should talk!"

Betty dragged him across the room. The crowd settled as the drama of the moment passed. The lack of bloodshed not enough to hold teenage attention.

Eddie Brock leaned against the wall, chatting with some friends, and sipping something from a plastic cup. Betty pulled Peter into the group as she inserted herself in the center. Peter looked over his shoulder to see Ned watching awkwardly a few feet away.

"Hey, Eddie!" Betty greeted.

Eddie looked at each of them. Amusement painted his face. "What's up, Betty?"

"Peter's gay."

"Oh, really?" His amused look turned to a smirk. His eyes twinkled. Peter tried not to look as horrified as he felt. "Thanks for the update, guys."

Betty looked at Peter, then again at Eddie. She bounced on her heels. "You guys should talk."

"About what, Bet?" Eddie took a sip from his cup.

She looked baffled. "He's gay. You're bi. You guys could totally date."

Eddie laughed. "I'm okay, thanks. No offense, Parker."

Peter shook his head "No, that's fine..." He looked around for an escape route, but he was sure Betty would chase after him again. He prayed for Ned to go set off a smoke detector or something.

"But Peter needs help. He's gay and he's never even kissed someone before," Betty insisted. She sighed sadly. "It's really sad how so many gay people grow up to be thirty and they've never even been kissed."

"Whoa, I have so kissed someone!" Peter argued. "You've literally seen me kiss Liz."

"That was before you knew you were gay." Betty rolled her eyes. "It doesn't count. You're a whole new you now. This is your becoming, Peter."

The way she thought she was helping was growing more frustrating by the minute. Peter's jaw clenched, locking in the words he didn't want to say. He wasn't one for confrontation. Especially not a public one.

"He looks alright to me," Eddie said. "I'm sure someone will take care of him and his unkissed lips eventually."

"I have kissed someone!" Peter insisted.

"Peter, it's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed," Betty said in a way that she must have thought was sympathetic. "Just because we've all kissed someone before doesn't mean you have to be so ashamed. We'll find you someone."

Peter pressed his lips together before the words could come out. He turned on the spot to make his escape only to come face to face with his boyfriend, Tony.

Familiar hands wrapped around his waist. He pulled him in close. Peter's hands slid over his chest to curl around his arms. Warm lips pressed against his own. Peter leaned into, holding back the way he wanted to moan as the tension he was holding fled. The sound of clapping and cheering came to mind slowly. Peter hesitated as he realized what everyone was cheering for. He stopped and looked at Tony as his face burned.

"Heard you'd never been kissed. I came to save the day," Tony said. His smile was huge.

"My hero." Peter shook his head, though he couldn't help but smile. He hadn't wanted to come out this way, but if everyone already knew then at least he had Tony to back him up.

"Peter had his first kiss, everybody!" Betty announced. "And it was with Tony Stark!"

Peter held in a laugh, but if Tony tried to hold back it slipped out and left them both giggling. "My first kiss," Peter said.

"And with Tony Stark," Tony said with mock awe.

"Can we leave now?" Peter whispered.

Tomy raised his eyebrows. "You sure you want that rumor going around?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "We've been dating for a year, Tony."

"Your first kiss and your first fuck all in the same day. The whole school is gonna lose their minds," Tony teased. He wrapped his arm around Peter's shoulders and led him towards the door. Everyone was staring.

"I think they already have." Peter gave Ned a grimace as they passed. He leaned into Tony as they made their escape, with Peter's face burning red and Betty's unfortunate glee following behind them.

[noordzee]

Ceramic adventures from the past few months! A local potter put on a couple painting workshops where she provided premade cups, bowls, etc and my friend and I were like oh heck yeah

The first time I painted a cup with Dionysus and Hestia chatting. Thanks to the stories where she gave him his throne I like the idea of them as an unlikely favorite auntie and nephew duo. Unfortunately the potter made a mistake when glazing them... you can't see the figures and the underglaze is weirdly pockmarked, making it impossible to even drink from it. Ah well, such is life... someday I'll make the Dionysus+Hestia kylix of my dreams...

The second time around I painted a different opposite duo, Apollo and Artemis. I like to draw Apollo wearing his more feminine accoutrements, it makes the differences between him and his sister Artemis even starker, and that's fun! And this time you can see through the glaze, woo!

Descriptions in the alt text!

[bears-ao3-blog]

Requested by ExoGooba_e on AO3 - Gossip

CW WARNING!! - Mild gore!

 "would love to see scout telling medic and heavy about him and sniper, and potentially all of them meeting up to gossip about the rest of the team because yes they would do that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Herr Scoouuut~ it iz time for experimental surgeryyy!~" 

Medic's slightly muffled voice sounded from behind Scout's rickety door and the runner huffed, slamming his flimsy comic shut and setting it on his bedside table. Goddamn it. He shouldn’t have agreed to be Medic's little guinea pig, no matter how bad he wanted to see Sniper that day. He slid out of his bed, grumbling and mumbling about how stupid and unfair it all was as he reached for his door and threw it open to find Medic...and Heavy? Scout raised a brow at the big guy's presence, and Medic followed his gaze only to snap back to him, smiling cheerfully. 

"Oh, Heavy vill be joining us today!" 

Scout's brow raised further, resting against the doorframe and crossing his arms. 

"I thought ya worked alone?" 

Medic dismissed the question with a small wave of the hand. 

"Zat is for emergencies only, Junge! Besides, me und Heavy talk while I operate on him all ze time. Since you owe us a little explanation on how you und Sniper began courting, I figured ve could hit two birds vith one stone!" 

Heavy piped in with a small smile. 

"да, is best time for conversation." 

Scout's jaw dropped to the floor in horror. 

"Ya expect me ta chat wit ya like you don’t got ya hands in my insides?" 

Medic waved off his statement yet again, pshooing like Scout was being dramatic. 

"Ahh do not vorry, I'll administer local anesthetic. Just for you!" 

Scout's questioning look dropped to a humorless expression. 

"Wow. Thanks. I'm honored." 

Heavy looked down at the doctor with a small pout, muttering quietly a: 

"Doktor does not give me anesthetic." 

Medic leaned into the taller's hear, his hand covering his mouth as he replied, though his harsh whisper was still very clear to the runner as he spoke. 

"Scout iz a big baby, Schatz. He cannot even handle a couple stitches vithout making a fuss! You can take it just fine, zough, can't you, Mein Starker?" 

They both began giggling and looking at each other in an affectionate manner, their faces gravitating towards the other before being interrupted by Scout's groan, his face pinched in disgust. 

"Eugh, can ya save ya lovey-dovey shit fa when I'm not directly in fron'a ya?" 

Medic cleared his throat and nodded curtly as Heavy stood up straight, eyes averting. 

"Right. Komm, komm, let us go!" 

The three trailed down the hallways until they arrived at the Medical bay. Medic shoved open the doors, not bothering to hold them open for the two men behind him. Apparently used to this, Heavy's arm immediately shot out to hold open the door before it could shut in front of him, and gestured for Scout to go in. Scout nodded in thanks, following quickly after the doctor. Heavy finally let the door go as he walked in. Scout cringed at the overwhelming scent of rubbing alcohol, disinfectant, and the ill-hidden undertones of blood and gore. He hated it in the Medical Bay. But, a deal's a deal, and he had to make good on it. 

Scout clambered onto the examination table and flinched when he felt the sting of Medic immediately jabbing a needle into his right arm, the sensation making Scout's stomach swirl. He freaking hated needles. The arm went completely numb in a matter of seconds, and Scout swallowed nervously before speaking. 

"Whaddaya doin' dis time?" 

Medic hummed, poking and prodding before smiling, now that he knew the limb was sufficiently numbed. 

"Just finicking around vith nerves und such. Me und Engineer have been vorking on a new prosthetic hand for him zat can respond to external stimuli and provide sensation! Exciting, iz it not?" 

Scout eyed his arm skeptically. 

"And dis aint gonna have any like...side effects?" 

Medic gave him an unamused look. 

"Scout. I have reattached entire limbs to your body. I sink you know ze answer to zat qvestion." 

Heavy chuckled, sitting comfortably in a rolling chair next to them and watching with mild interest. 

"Doktor is very good at job. No need to vorry, leetle man." 

Scout shrugged, convinced. 

"Alright den, whateva ya say." 

Medic immediately began asking questions as the scalpel pierced flesh, and a small part of Scout wondered if it was to distract him, since the runner's breath and pulse noticeably spiked as he watched blood gather into a large blob before trailing down his arm. 

"So. You und Sniper. How did it happen?" 

Heavy rolled a bit closer, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward a bit to hear better, clearly more interested in the conversation than the surgery. Scout's eyes darted between the two before they looked up at the ceiling as he thought about the best way to approach the question. 

"Uhh...ya want me ta start from the beginnin'?" 

They both nodded, eyes shining with curiosity. 

Scout sighed, wracking his brain before he spoke again. 

"I just got curious, really. He never talked to nobody so I decided to strike up a chat in da mornin' ta see what his problem was. Den I come by again later an' he's got a chair out for me! My mind was freakin' blown, I never really expected it." 

Both the older men's faces softened, thinking about it, their grins widening. Medic hummed as he searched for the white strings among the tendons, hunks of flesh, and white of bone in the runner's arm. Scout seemed sufficiently distracted at this point. He'd never miss out on an opportunity to ramble. Heavy seemed to know this as well, as the Russian also chose to remain quiet and let the speedster speak. 

"We didn't really see each other often, at first. I'd just check if he was out n' about on my runs an' join 'im if he was." 

Scout's eyes went distant as he recalled it all, his heart squeezing and an involuntary smile tweaking at his lips. 

"I helped him out in battle one time an' I think it was then he realized I actually wanted to be his friend. Man, it took a lot ta get 'im outta his shell. We had a lil' bonfire, went huntin', stargazin' twice- the second time is when I think I realized I was inta the guy. Then I got...weird about it. Yelled at 'im." 

Scout finally looked over at the other two with a somber look, and Heavy and Medic's mouths formed their own sad frowns, remembering how devastated the Bostonian had been about it. Scout's lips pursed before he quickly moved on, not wanting to linger on the feeling he got every time he thought about taking his anger out on Sniper. 

"Den he almost died...fuck, dat scared me. Real bad. He forgave me for bein' a douchebag an' we made up real quick aftah dat. He was...different with me from den on. I think...I think maybe he made some realizations of his own, if ya know what I mean. Den he got scared an' pushed me away after I tried tellin' him my name." 

Medic gasped at that, head snapping up to look at Scout, eyes shining. 

"You tried saying your name?" 

Medic look back at Heavy, who looked similar with his mix of shock and endearment. Medic looked back at Scout, his facial expression now reading more of a "you sly dog". 

"My, my, Scout. Very forvard." 

Scout flushed at that, grimacing abashedly as he avoided the piercing gaze of the doctor. 

"Whateva! I didn't realize it was dat big'a deal den, alright? He did, though, for sure. Den I nearly died an' I guess he pulled 'is head outta 'is ass cause he told me 'is name and finally freakin' talked ta me once I recovered." 

The two men gasped, and Medic muttered a small "aww...mein Gott, zat is precious, is it not, Heavy?”

Medic turned to look at Heavy, attention being pulled from the dark red and white of Scout's open arm. Scout risked a look and nearly fainted while Heavy responded in a similarly soft: 

"Yes, yes. I remember when Doktor told me his name. Vas one of happiest days of my life." 

Medic "awwee"d once more, turning back to Scout's gutted arm with a slight blush. 

"Oh hush, you." 

Medic then eyed Scout, a silent urge to continue spurring Scout to keep speaking, the runner desperate for the distraction. 

"He uhh...he apologized, a'course. Den I said his name and I guess dat really got 'im goin' cause next thing I know he's pulling me in for a kiss, an' he pulled away cause he got embarrassed and den I was pulling 'im in for a kiss, and then we got pretty handsy and uhh...yknow. Yeah." 

Medic looked a little disappointed at not getting the smutty details, but Heavy was grinning like an idiot, obviously satisfied with what Scout had offered in explanation. 

"Ve are very happy for you two, leetle man. Companionship is hard to find around here." 

Heavy had rolled up next to Medic to place a large hand on his waist, making Medic jump slightly and hiss: 

"Heavy, not vhile I am vorking!" 

Heavy chuckled, pulling back, successful in his attempt at flustered the healer, obvious with the redness tinging the German's cheeks. 

Scout smiled slightly, eyes still purposefully avoiding the gorefest that was his forearm at the moment. 

"Right. Right. Uhh, hey doc? When is this gonna be over?" 

Medic hummed contemplatively, brows furrowing as he thought while working away. 

"Ehh, half an hour or so...In ze meantime, I have some information zat I think vould interest you about Spy und Engineer..." 

He grinned slyly at the runner, whom gawked at him, wide-eyed, a slightly horrified expression etching his features. 

"Huh?" 

[kenztheweirdmf]

Okay okay okay, this is literally my fav kink rn but starker with top Tony and bottom Peter with a very mild (not mild) case of sugar daddy Tony ofc (underage if you want)

(Also sorry for not talking to you for the longest I kind of went through some stuff)

Miss ya pooks😉

OMG HI POOKKIEE :D and its fine i suck at chatting people which is not an excuse ofc you can chat me anytime pookie stay safe, happy and healthy :3 <3

omg omg yes Peter would have such big daddy kink when its comes to THE Anthony "Iron Man" Stark always calling him daddy whenever he can even out in public and Tony just groaning as he cant wait to fucking destroy his bambinos tight hole when they return to the tower and into their bedroom

and Tony of course cant able to control himself when it comes to Peter as he just pounces him like a predator going to devour his prey and yet in a way he is gonna devour Peter just in a filthy way

Tony is a master when it comes to eating out his precious bambinos hole always looking so beautiful winking at him and Peter begging for his daddy to eat out his hole make it wet so he can fuck him with his thick long cock and Tony just snapped and launch at latched his face in Peters hole and start licking and inserting his tongue deep and Peters eyes roll back and mouth hung open as moan flys out from it

Tony rimmed Peter for hours until his hole is relax and wet from spit as he slaps his cock on the hole multiple times "ready for my cock bambino?" Tony asks as Peter slurs out a adorable "uh huh" Tony smirks and pushes it all in one thrust making Peter arch and moan as he didnt show mercy to Peter

God they fucked for hour every time Tony cums they switch positions as Peter keeps repeating "daddy more" likes its a prayer and Tony not being able to say no went faster and rougher and that made Peter moan loud everyone in the tower probably heard that but Tony doesnt care he only cares is fucking his Bambino until he turns him cock stupid for his Daddy

And he will make Peter cock stupid for him and only HIM

[alexkoifish]

Hello boys and girls and everything inbetween!

My name is Alex and I'm new to the Starker fandom (aka I've been obsessing over these boys for a while but I've only now gotten the courage to talk to people about it lmao)!

I am a roleplayer first and foremost, and since I have *no* idea where I'd go about asking for a rp, I figured I might as well try with a post! Pst, can you tell I grew up on Amino and am only *now* making the switch to tumblr???

So! I'm literate to advanced literate, which means I usually go up to three paragraphs or more! I'm 18+ plus and would prefer my roleplay partners as such too <3 I only play as Tony Stark, he is my main and I'd like to think I characterize him quite well, so I'd expect the same from any of my rp partners with Peter!

So that's about it. If there are any better ways to go about asking for rp, please help a girl out and lmk I'm STRUGGLING here lol! Feel free to message me to reach out to me, then we can take the chat over to discord <3

[monster-cock69]

i can totally see peter getting fed up with reigning tony in and letting him release the sex tape on twitter

"we have to do something pete" "what will the triplets think when they grow up to know their conception is on porn hub" "we'll have it cleaned out by then" "their teachers will remember" "...." "....okay just do it on a Friday night and we'll hope it goes away by Monday"

but also the alphas around them vehemently denying it and getting to mess with the press at the same time

"now look at me, and look at those white babies, then get the camera out of my face so someone with a real question can come up"

"well sir, i just don't think they're patriotic enough to be mine – do you?"

sadly, I think pepper would handle it professionally

okay but omega peter asking omega tony how to make sex feel good because his boyfriend is slacking and tony just fucks him instead

"kid you're telling me you're sixteen and not having sex regularly?"

"well it doesn't exactly feel great Mr. Stark"

"....?"

[lumosinlove]

Day Two:

On the second day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, a bit of Breakaway!

Logan wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. These things were mostly locked in before they had even happened. In the higher picks, it was a formality of calling out the name, a bit of tape to keep for your children, the good feeling of getting to walk up onto the NHL draft stage on shaky legs, slip a new jersey over your head and put the hat on with the new logo on it, your team logo. Logan had always, when thinking about getting drafted, been happy there was a hat to put on. A bit of shade from the cameras, something to duck behind for a little relief. A place to take a breath.

He’d said so to Noelle once. She’d just made a face. “If that’s how you feel, what do you wear yours backwards for? Silly, Lolo.”

Logan reached up to take his hat off, push his hair back, and put it back on again. It was more just the feeling of having something. Something to draw attention to other than himself. But this wasn’t about him. Not just now.

Not when the camera kept finding Finn’s face, Alex and his parents sitting beside him in the huge auditorium, to fill Logan’s parents’ large TV in the living room.

“What do they call Harzy’s brother again?” Noelle asked from beside him, reaching into the bag Logan was holding in his lap for another chip. “Not Harzy, too, right?”

“Non. Hazard.”

“Huh. That’s a hot pair of brother’s right there.”

Logan reached into the bag himself, letting the loud crinkle and the crunch of a handful of chips answer for him. “He wore the blue.”

“Huh?”

Logan shrugged. “He was deciding which suit. Alex liked the gray one.”

Noelle took another chip. “Which did you like?” When Logan didn’t answer for a moment, to intent on watching Alex whisper something to Finn, making Finn tilt his head back and laugh before the camera cut away, she nudged him.

“Hm? Oh, le bleu.”

“Hm,” Noelle said. “Looks good.”

Logan put another chip into his mouth.

They didn’t have to wait long for Finn’s name to be called. It was a blur for Logan, mostly. Flashes of Finn’s familiar face while he sat in his seat, the harsh lights making his freckles look starker. Logan’s eyes caught on the way he was rubbing his palms together, nervously, the way Alex was sitting in the exact same position, talking softly to him—distracting him, most likely. But Logan knew he was right. These things were mostly locked in before they actually happened. And Finn was Finn. He was pure talent, pure charm, and anyone would be crazy not to take him for their own.

Pure fucking insane not to do that if given the chance.

The Gryffindor Lions were on the stage now, a couple of men, leaning into the microphone and waiting for the buzz from the last pick to die down. Finally, they spoke.

“The Gryffindor Lions are proud to select, from Harvard University, Finn O’Hara.”

Logan leapt up with a shout, again, like he hadn’t known—and he had—but he leapt up anyway. He didn’t hear them repeat it in French. The chips were on the floor, probably spilled in a way that would crush fragments into the carpet to be licked up by one of the cats later, but he didn’t care. He’d known, anyone’d be crazy not to want Finn, and there he was, getting up, getting a hard hug from Alex, then his parents. Walking down from his seat in his easy, smiling sort of way. Getting up on the stage, shaking hands, pushing his hair back a little before putting on the jersey, then the hat—brim just high enough so that his face was still visible, brown eyes bright and happy. Logan watched him smile for the picture.

In his pocket, Logan’s phone was buzzing like crazy—the group chat, probably. But then Finn was walking off, his profile, even in the harsh shadows and highlights of the stage lights, so achingly familiar. Something Logan felt like he’d always just been able to turn his head to one side and see. Straight nose, a little pointed, full mouth. Smiling to himself just now, jogging down the stage steps, then at the woman waiting to interview him.

He looked good in the red and gold. It warmed to his hair color, to his flushed cheeks, complimented the easy way he had his hands in his pockets, like he’d been born to be put in front of the camera. Tall and broad, and he looked so happy that Logan felt it in his own chest.

“How does it feel, Finn?” the woman asked.

“Oh man,” Finn said, and Logan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. It was such a Finn thing to say. He’d give him shit for it later. “This is so amazing. The Lions are a great organization and, uh, you know, Sirius Black and everything, I just—I’ve always loved the way their lines mesh. Can’t wait to see where I can fit in and put the work in.”

The woman smiled, nodding. “I’m sure they feel the same. But you’re going back to finish up your final season at Harvard first, do you think your teammates are watching tonight?”

Finn laughed. “Uh, I can currently feel the group chat going crazy in my back pocket, so, yeah, I’d say they’re watching.” Finn glanced at the camera, right at Logan, just for a moment. Logan’s breathing caught in his chest. “Their support means everything. Makes this night extra special.”

“Thanks, Finn, and congratulations.”

He was ushered away just as quickly as he had been ushered on, the show moving on, but Logan was still reeling. Finn had just looked at the camera, for the team, but Logan felt like—like maybe—

“That’s amazing for him,” Noelle said, and Logan jumped a little.

He’d forgotten anyone else was in the room.

“Ouais,” Logan said, almost a little embarrassed. He’d just been grinning stupidly at the television. “Yeah, I—”

And then his phone began to ring. Logan didn’t really have the energy to pretend like he didn’t race to answer it. “Uh—hold on, it’s him,” he said to Noelle, and all but tore out of the room. He meant to go to his own bedroom, but he lost his willpower to wait as soon as he made it to the far end of the hallway.

“Harzy—” Logan felt out of breath, panting into the phone. “Oh my God. Finn.”

It was loud where Finn was, but all Logan cared about was his free, disbelieving laugh. “I know, I—can’t believe it. Did you see? Did you watch?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I watched. Saw your interview. I’m so—” Logan pressed his hands over his eyes. Why the hell was he going to cry? “Fucking amazing, I’m so happy. I’m so proud of you.”

Finn was quiet for a long moment. Logan just listened to the music and voices in the background, his soft breathing on the other end of the line.

“Finn?” he asked eventually.

There was a rustle, like he was holding the phone closer. “Say it again.”

Logan bit his lip, pressed a hand to the wall beside him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s all that matters,” Finn said back, and Logan leaned entirely into the wall, temple against the coolness of it.

“Non, it’s all you tonight. D’accord?”

Finn laughed. “Yeah…Hey, I gotta do some photos and stuff. Just wanted to hear your—to say hi.”

“Ouais. Yeah, go, go.”

“But see you in a couple days. Right?”

“Of course.”

“Okay,” Finn let out a breath, another laugh. “Good. Good, I can’t wait.”

Logan laughed, too. “It’s only been, like, two weeks.”

“Yeah, well…” Finn sounded like he was smiling. “I can’t wait.”

Logan’s heart pulled tight. “Me too.”

“Okay,” Finn said. “Okay—will you—I mean, I’ll be here, then I’m getting dinner with Al and the family but like—tonight I’ll be probably awake? Like just adrenaline and stuff, so…”

“Call me whenever you want. I’ll be awake.”

“Yeah.” Finn let out a breath that sounded relieved. Maybe pleased. “Okay. Okay, bye, Lo.”

Bye, Lo. Why it sounded so sweet to his ears, Logan didn’t know, but it made him hold the phone closer. Why it made him want to cry, he didn’t know. “Bye.”

He was still looking down at his phone, long-hung-up, when Noelle came looking for him. She leaned against the wall beside him.

“Hi. How is he? Good?”

Logan nodded. “Really happy.”

“How are you?”

The emotion was still welled in his throat, and he knew Noelle could tell. Noelle could always tell.

Logan nodded, shrugged a little, because he wasn’t sure he could speak without giving himself away entirely. How was he? He wanted to be back in New York, with just Finn, in his apartment. Empty air mattress on the floor, not daring to speak about it but—and Finn had let Logan turn away but he’d also locked his arms around his waist and held him, chest against Logan’s back, like they had during his concussion (those terrible, terrible nights). Only, those in New York had been the very best of nights. And now Logan was running out of time that he never had. Finn would be in Gryffindor and Logan would be…

“Lo…” Noelle turned towards him, and when Logan made to push off the wall and walk away, she put a gentle hand against his arm, catching him. He could have shaken her off, easy. He could leave right now. Instead, he let her keep him there. Her hold was gentle, her other hand coming to his shoulder, chin pressed over it, something like a half-hug. “Lolo, no, hey, just—hold on.” She dropped a kiss to his shoulder through his shirt. “Hold on, okay?”

Logan wanted to be back in Nice. Do you want me? And the cool ocean floor.

Noelle took a steadying breath. Logan could just see her messy bun out of the corner of his eye, her honest green eyes, knowing him so well, too well, and letting him hold himself still. “Logan, I…It’s—it’d be okay if—”

Logan just kept his eyes down, heart pounding harder by the minute.

Noelle held him tighter. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? Anything. I love you.”

“Noelle,” Logan said through grit teeth. Logan suddenly wanted nothing more than to still be smaller than her. He wanted to tuck himself away. But he couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t.

“Finn’s—amazing. Finn’s so wonderful. He’s so wonderful to you. That’s all that matters, we all love him so much because…because he really—because you mean so much to him.”

Logan gave his head a small shake. He realized the socks he was wearing were Finn’s.

“You don’t smile like that with anyone else,” Noelle said softly, then rested her head against his shoulder, looking down too. “Not even us.”

Logan let out a slow breath, sort of jerking towards Noelle, then stopping himself. He pressed his hand over his eyes again, pinching at his nose. He could feel how tightly he was holding himself still, like maybe if he didn’t move, it would all just leave him alone.

“Logan,” Noelle whispered, hand looping around his arm. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Logan just turned into her, stooping down to press his face into her neck, arms tight around her waist. Noelle rubbed the back of his neck gently, like she had when he was small and the fear of storms had been worse, fueled by not yet having the ability to recognize that it was just weather.

Maybe Logan had been hoping the same would happen with everything else that scared him to shaking, as he was now, in his sister’s arms. He wished it would all turn out to be passing weather.

“Shh, Lolo, you’re okay.” Noelle pressed a kiss to his cheek without pulling away. “I love you so much. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Logan just pressed against her harder, and Noelle laughed softly, maybe a little teary.

“You’re not five anymore, Lolo, you’re gonna knock me right over.”

“Sorry,” Logan whispered, but didn’t let up.

“Don’t be.” Noelle squeezed him tighter, too. “Don’t be, I love it.”

Logan was dimly aware of the sound of the TV on downstairs in the den, where the others were watching something. Noelle had been the only one who’d said she’d watch with Logan, even though Logan had told her she didn’t have to. Part of him had even maybe wanted to watch alone—only, that wasn’t quite true. It wasn’t true at all, Logan realized, as he let Noelle rock them a little from side to side.

“Nolly,” Sydney’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs. “Lobear, we’re starting a new episode, if you’re done up there!”

“Okay!” Noelle called back, sounding a little annoyed to have been interrupted. “Yeah, one sec!”

“We’ll start it without you!”

“I said okay!” Noelle shouted back.

“Okay, merde, calm down.” Sydney grumbled as she retreated.

Logan pulled away slowly, ducking away so she couldn’t see the few tears that had fallen. But she took his face in her hands and wiped them away with her thumbs instead, then pushed up on her toes to kiss his forehead.

“Did you two…” She hesitated. “I mean, have you talked about it?”

Logan didn’t even know how to answer that. Do you want me? Say something. Anything, Lo, please. I feel alone out here.

Logan just looked at her, as if willing her to understand. She seemed to, at least a little, because her soothing had was at his shoulders again, lulling him a little.

“D’accord,” she said. “Well…If you’re worried he doesn’t want you like that, then I have to tell you how much I think he does—”

“I know,” Logan managed to say. “I know that.”

Noelle shook her head. “Then…”

“We can’t.” Logan swallowed. “We can’t. Because we’re—this is—we can’t.”

Noelle’s eyes went unbearably sad. “Oh, Lo. No, Bear, that’s not—that isn’t true.”

Logan just looked down, brow pinching. Noelle cupped his jaw.

“Logan, that isn’t true.” Her voice was fierce. “You mean because of hockey? Because you’re both boys?”

“Shh,” Logan said weakly.

“We’re all alone in our house, no one can hear us.”

Logan felt the tears again. “He’s in the NHL now. A rookie. That’s the biggest spotlight there is.”

Noelle kept Logan’s eyes on her. “Logan. Don’t ever think—I mean, I know there are assholes out there. Fuck, of course there are, but you have to give yourself what you want. It’s not hurting anyone, you have to allow yourself—”

“I—Non.” Logan’s voice broke, and he realized he was gripping the material of her sweatshirt hard. “I would ruin everything for him.”

Noelle stilled at that. “Logan…”

“I would.”

Noelle was still shaking her head, eyes wide. “How long have you two…”

Logan just let the tears come, then. Felt them pull at his lungs. “The beginning. I mean, not—but since…Noelle, merde, don’t make me say—”

“Oh my God,” Noelle breathed, and pulled him back in again, their cheeks together. “Oh…”

Logan heard himself choke back a sob as he let himself fall into her. “Noelle…”

“It’s okay,” Noelle said. “Just come here.”

“I can’t,” Logan whispered, hoping to God no one came up the stairs. He was getting her sweatshirt all wet, just like he had when he was little. The storm, Nolly, the thunder, I don’t like it. It’s going to come inside, Nolly. He clutched her tighter. It was all inside him. I’m so proud of you. Say it again.

Noelle squeezed him tighter. “You’re just—you’re my little baby brother. I don’t care how big you get, you’re mine and—” She was crying now, too. “And I hate seeing you like this. I want you to be happy and—and you’re happy with him. You’re so happy when you call me from school sometimes, but then other times you’re—I don’t know. I knew something was wrong, I could hear it, but I couldn’t figure it out…and now I just…God, come here.”

Logan wouldn't let himself cry for too long. The others would wonder where they went. But, just for now, just for one more minute, he would.

~

Not for the first time, Logan wished that he and Finn still shared a room. It was nice having privacy, and it wasn’t a good idea for them to be in the same room that much anyway because—because these summers had been—

But that didn’t mean Logan didn’t want to be laying in his bed just across from Finn’s right now, waiting for him to open the door, rumpled from the plane, and so happy. The Gryffindor Lions. An NHL fucking team.

Being in the room he had now did have its perks, though. It meant he could see Finn’s car pull into OKN’s driveway, headlights flashing bright in his window before turning off. It meant he could watch Finn’s silhouette get out, pop the trunk for his bag, and then chirp the lock—loud in the night—and start for the front door. Logan tried to keep his movements slow as he opened his own door and stepped into the third floor hallway. He could hear the jingle of Silver’s collar going all the way down the stairs from Percy’s room below him to greet Finn, and Finn’s whispered kissy noises, his soft voice.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, go get a drink. Good girl. Good girl.”

And then the sound of Finn beginning to climb the stairs as Silver went for a drink in her kitchen bowl.

Logan knew Finn would hear his his footsteps but he didn’t care as he padded down the stairs to meet him on the second floor landing. He was breathless by the time he rounded the steep corner, half worried he was going to trip over his own feet in his rush. He caught himself on the railing just as his eyes found Finn, who had just reached the landing.

He was holding his suitcase, which had a plane pillow around the handle. He was wearing a sweatshirt for that bookstore he loved, the Strand, and his beat up blue vans.

They didn’t say anything. Finn just let go of his suitcase, Logan trotted down the final steps, and then they were hugging. Arms tight, breaking into a soft laugh—Logan could feel Finn’s against his skin.

“Hey,” Finn whispered. They were rocking a little, side to side, not letting go. Like he had been with Noelle. Something of the same feeling was there. Tight and eased all at once.

“Hey, Lion.”

Another warm laugh against Logan’s neck. “Ha, yeah. Looks like it.”

You don’t smile like that with anyone else.

“How are you?” Finn asked. “Your flight was okay?”

He’s so wonderful. So wonderful to you.

“Mhm.” Logan should let go now. He should let go now. But Finn gave the back of his neck a little squeeze and he knew, even if neither of them spoke about it, Finn knew by now what that did to him. So Logan just closed his eyes, inhaled his familiar scent. I missed you. It’s been two weeks, but I missed you. Finn’s arms tightened around him. Logan could have said it. Right now, he could say it.

“Mhm,” Finn parroted, and they both laughed softly as they stepped back. Smiled at each other. Finn’s eyes dropped to Logan’s mouth, just for a second, and then he tussled Logan’s hair and tilted his chin towards his own room.

“Have a present for you, c’mere for a sec.”

Finn ditched his suitcase by his closet while Logan settled on his bed like he had a thousand times before.

“Was it weird being interviewed? Did you get your call from Black yet?”

Finn laughed, tugging his sweatshirt over his head and then coming to sit beside Logan with his backpack. “Not yet. You’ll be the first to know. We’ll probably be together for it, so.”

“Yeah,” Logan said. He knew he was sitting too close, but Finn had sat down in a way that made their thighs press together and Logan couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Wanna see?” Finn grinned and reached for his backpack. “Ready?”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, ready.”

He unzipped the big pocket and pulled something out, dropping it right into Logan’s lap.

A Lions hat.

“Wow,” Logan said, still more interested in Finn himself.

“Look.” Finn’s hand brushed his as he turned the hat so Logan could see a small 17 on the side. “They ironed on my number, right in front of me.”

Logan thought of those old white sneakers in his closet that Finn had drawn on. Finn was here, and the little smiley face. This hat felt the same. 17. 17.

Logan flipped it backwards and pushed his hair back, settling it onto his head. “Good?”

Finn just kept smiling at him, but it softened as he looked over Logan’s face. Eyes darting from the number to Logan’s eyes—to his mouth. Back to the number.

“Yeah,” Finn said softly. “Yeah, good.”

Logan wet his lips. “Merci.”

“Mercy…”

They both smiled a little at the joke, years old now, but the air had changed in the room. It wasn’t the casual reunion. Maybe it was never going to be.

Logan held himself perfectly still, watched Finn look at his mouth again. He looked down at Finn’s. A little chapped from traveling. He looked soft and sleepy and warm, brown eyes puddles of it.

“I am,” Logan said before he could keep it in. “I am proud of you.”

Finn’s brows drew together a little. “Yeah?”

“Ouais,” Logan nudged their shoulders together, and just sort of stayed that close. Because he wanted it. He wanted to kiss him so badly that it felt like there was a hook lodged in his chest, tugging. “After…là.” He reached up, God, what was he doing?, and brushed a quick hand over Finn’s neck, the back of his head where he’d hit it against the boards. “After everything.”

“It’s a relief,” Finn said. “And I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Not true.” Logan laughed. “Finn.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Yeah-huh. Like—seriously, would they have even noticed me if I hadn’t had you by my side? God, like—God, I wish you were a year older so they could have both of us and we would just—Lo, we would tear it up out there and we would—” Finn bit his lip, knocked their foreheads together gently. “We would stay together.”

“It’s not about me,” Logan said. “I’ll be fine. I’m just—you did it. You did it, Harzy. Do you have any idea—merde, you know how—how…how not every day?”

“Rare,” Finn supplied, finding the words for him like he always did.

“How rare that is.” Logan winced. “I don’t like that R sound.”

Finn laughed. They were so close still. “I think you sounded good.”

“You would never say anything else.”

Finn just kept up with that small smile he was giving him. “Like that hat?”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm,” Finn said, and Logan rolled his eyes.

“I like it. Seventeen,” Logan said. The pull was back, the hook, stronger, because Finn was still close like he was going to knock their foreheads together again. It was stealing Logan’s breath away, all of it, being back together, the Lions, Noelle…Finn was looking at him like—like he might feel it, too. Logan supposed he was just being stupid if he was, at this moment, still telling himself that they weren’t both feeling this.

“Okay. Ten.” Finn said it softly, and then he was tilting his chin forward, fractionally, so that his lips could brush the corner of Logan’s mouth.

Logan turned his head into it, just a little, feeling Finn’s breath let out shakily. The first kiss was barely one at all, hardly made a sound. They shouldn’t. They shouldn’t, Logan thought as he leaned in again. They shouldn’t, so just one more, and that would be it. That would be it, just—Logan felt Finn part his lips to let Logan swipe his tongue in, warm and gentle. Logan pressed his palm into his own thigh, moving to pull away, willing himself to, because there. There, that’s it, but Finn chased his mouth, hand going to cup his chin gently, like he was pulling on that hook in Logan’s chest. One more, slow, and heavy, and full force of Finn’s warm skin and scent, then another, another, Finn angling his head differently and just one more—

“Is that an O’Hara I heard?”

Percy’s voice in the hall. They were apart in a second, Logan off the bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt, trembling with each beat. He stood near Finn’s desk, across the room, hand out to steady himself, his back to the door. He touched his mouth. It would have been that easy. That fast, a moment of letting himself go, and Percy would have seen. And it would—it could have gotten out and Finn had only just made it, and it would have been all Logan’s fault. Finn deserved better.

“It’s an O’Hara,” Finn said back. Logan closed his eyes and pressed his fingers more firmly against his lips when he heard Finn’s voice break. “Uh, and a Tremblay. Hey, Perc.”

“Mr. Lion!” Logan heard Percy sing-song, and then the sound of him thumping Finn on the back.

Logan hoped he looked all right as he turned around. He offered a smile to Percy.

“Lion in the house, Perc,” he said.

“Damn right.” Percy smiled. “Hey, Silver still downstairs?”

“Yeah,” Finn was rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, she was getting water. Cute that she ran all the way down for me.”

“Aw,” Percy smiled. “Girl misses all of her daddies.”

Finn laughed, but he kept glancing at Logan like he was expecting something. And Logan didn’t know what that could be. He felt frozen stiff, like he hadn’t worn thick enough socks to a pond skate. Maybe he was looking at the hat, the seventeen. Maybe he was worried that Logan was wearing it—but no. No, they did this all the time. It was normal. It was a joke.

“So?” Percy asked, then gave Finn’s shoulder a playful shove. “Saw you on TV. How was it?”

“Pretty much, uh. Pretty much what you saw. I mean—yeah. I took a shit ton of pictures, shook a shit ton of hands.” Finn shrugged. “We’ve got a season to win here.”

Percy snorted. “Yeah, yeah, Captain. Very Captain of you.”

Finn rolled his eyes, giving him a shove back. “I’m not a captain to them. Just you weirdos.”

Percy looked at Logan with a grin. “We are pretty weird.”

“Speak for yourself,” Logan said—a phrase he’d picked up from Finn. It had the intended effect, made Percy laugh…made Finn look at him instead of Percy, brown eyes pleased.

“Look,” Finn said. “I’ll tell you all about it, Marshy, but I’ll just have to repeat myself tomorrow. And I’m fucking tired, just got off a plane.”

“Are you telling me to get out of your room?”

“Yep.”

Percy gestured to Logan. “What about him?”

“I was already leaving,” Logan said, which wasn’t true. It was such a lie that it tasted bitter. What would he have been doing if Percy hadn’t walked in when he did? Would he—would he still be—

“Whatever. All right.” He ruffled Finn’s hair. “Breakfast gossip, then. Night.”

Finn smiled. “Sounds good. Night, Perc.”

Percy left, whistling down the hall. They both heard the jingle of Silver coming to find him. Finn stayed still and quiet for a moment before he turned, looking at Logan. He put his hands in his pockets, wet his lips in a way that was nervous. He was so gorgeous it ached.

Logan could walk right back up to him. Press his hands to his cheeks, kiss him. I missed you. It’s only been two weeks. He’d missed Finn so badly that he’d just let him kiss him like that, like it was nothing, like they did it all the time. Like he’d been expecting it. Have a present for you.

He couldn’t stand how Finn was looking at him, like he couldn’t read him. Finn could always read Logan. Instead, he still had his hands in his pockets, unsure.

Finn tilted his head. “Do you…Do you want to—”

“Bagels in the morning?” Logan said quickly.

Finn stuttered over whatever was going to make up the second half of his sentence and nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Yeah.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah. Good.” He took a halting step towards the door. “Thanks for—the hat.”

Finn just nodded, smiled tightly, close-lipped, brows drawn together.

Logan didn’t really remember getting back to his room, only that, once in bed again, in the dark, he brought his fingers to his mouth again, where Finn’s had been.

[nikathesiren]

Ok so just a funny idea: imagine if after Johnny and mer! Gyro met it takes Johnny a very long time to realize that Gyro is actually a merman 😂

Every night Johnny wheels his way over to shore onto the pier, staring out at the evening sea and wistfully mourning his broken dreams. And also every night, Gyro comes to the surface under cover of darkness, marveling at the beauty of the surface world while keeping hidden from humans.

One day, both of them come onto the pier on the same evening and Johnny realizes there's someone in the water. They get into a little conversation before Gyro departs. Both of them feel quite lonely, so they start meeting over at the pier more regularly every night, getting to chat and gradually coming to enjoy each other's company and gaining each other's trust.

It's dark out, so Johnny doesn't really see much, but he does eventually start to question, "wait a second, what are you doing out in the ocean late at night anyway? And how come I've never seen you get out of the water? You're not...naked down there are you?" Gyro just laughs it off and Johnny thinks "yeah, he's definitely starkers out there, who am I to judge."

It isn't until some time later that Johnny invites him over to stay at his place for the night during a cold spell, since the water would be very chilly that night. Gyro is like "Well, since we've known each other for quite a while, I have a secret I have to tell you." Johnny is like "We'll talk about it once we get inside, we don't want you to freeze out here or catch a cold!"

To his surprise, he notices that Gyro is crawling as he makes his way to Johnny's house. Johnny winces in sympathy, knowing what it's like to struggle without his chair. "Oh, he's also disabled like me, he can't walk. Is that the secret he wanted to tell me? No wonder he came to bond with me, we're the same all this time."

Only to realize, upon seeing Gyro in the bright lights of his house, that they aren't alike at all.

"OH MY GOD! GYRO, YOU'VE GOT A FREAKING SHARK SWALLOWING HALF OF YOU!"

"No, no that was what I wanted to tell you. That 'shark' is my tail. I'm a merman."

And at that point, Johnny just faints from surprise right on the spot. 😂

HAHAHAHAHA, I thought about this kind of scene at some point, taking advantage of the fact that mer!Gyro is usually hiding from humans behind some rocks at the shore, but the way you described everything is cute and hilarious, and I love it ❤️ I'm sure everyone will love reading this, too.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Cooling Metal

Marvel | Starker

Tony has been racing professionally for years, but the spark just isn't there anymore. When Tony catches sight of a street race happening he finds himself burning with adrenaline like he hasn't in years. Though he finds it hard to believe that a pretty boy like Peter really is the best street racer around.

Rating: Explicit

For my beautiful H <3

Warnings and tags: Racing au, praise kink, breeding kink, rough sex, hair pulling, rimming, cum play

Another race, another third place 'victory'. The tabloids were laughing at him. Saying he was past his prime, his reflexes were shot, he was washed up. Tony was afraid they were right. In fact, he was afraid of who he wasn't when he wasn't behind the wheel. Racing was all he'd known for so long. It was all he knew anymore.

That must have been what led him here. He'd been drawn in by the sound of engines revving. Then he'd followed the laughter and the bright lights. A long row of modded out cars blocked off the street. They looked like a rainbow. LEDs glowed in every color against the pavement. The cars were painted to match. Most of them were printed with noisy, eye-catching, decals.

Tony had never joined in any street races. He'd never needed to. His parents made sure he always had access to a track. This was something completely new to him. And it made his heart pound.

He parked his car on the street, out of their way and stepped out. The road began to rumble as the drivers started revving again. The noise of the crowd was drowned out by the engines. The shadow of a lithe figure passed across the headlights. They took their place in the center of the four cars, almost dancing their way along. Then they dropped a flag and the cars took off.

Adrenaline burned through him as they blurred past, sucking the air from the street as they went. Tony watched them go, a grin plastered to his face. He felt drunk just at the sight of it.

His ears followed the sound as they wrapped around the block. The crowd began screaming, waving, cheering. A car, neon green, came rocketing around the corner and finally slid to a stop just past the starting line. The next two were mere seconds too slow with the fourth and final coming up behind.

The drivers stepped out of their cars. The loser was ignored except for one woman who jogged over to give a man a consolation kiss. The winner was laughing, pouring beer over his face, screaming in victory in the center of a cheering crowd. Tony laughed along with them.

"You a cop?" A voice made him jump. Beside him now was a young man with too big eyes and not enough clothes. He'd cut his tank top off at the chest and his low rise shorts were barely long enough to cover whatever he was packing down there. He started at him curiously with his lips wrapped around a lollipop.

"Uh," Tony cleared his throat. "Just a spectator."

He pulled the candy from his mouth and let it pop between his lips. It was bubblegum pink and big to the point of being vulgar.

"We don't usually allow uninvited guests. But I know who you are," he said. "Just as long as you're not gonna cause any problems."

Tony held his hands. "No problems. Just uh... bored I guess."

"Right." The boy smiled. "We won't have much longer before we have to clear out, but feel free to mingle, Mr. Stark."

"Sure. Thanks, kid." The boy scoffed as he walked away. He joined up with a group that was chatting around a souped up Dodge Charger. With nowhere else to go, Tony followed after him.

No one seemed to recognize him or maybe they just didn't care. It was a blow to his ego, but it was also kind of refreshing. He took a spot where he could check out under the hood. He let out a soft whistle as his eyes roamed over the components.

"Nice huh?" The man beside him. He was a lot younger than Tony with a round face and a childish smile.

"Gorgeous. You put this together?"

"Nah," he shrugged. "I'm more of a computer guy. This is Peter's car. He's kind of the best of us around here, but he took the night off from racing. His aunt's been getting on him and- I uh, I guess that's personal." He blushed. "But hey, it really worked out for Bucky tonight. I don't think he's ever beaten Peter before which more or less means, he hasn't won in a decade."

They looked at the man now soaked with beer. He was making out with another man while a small and very drunk crowd stood around chatting and laughing.

"I'm Ned," he offered his hand. Tony shook it.

"Tony."

The boy laughed. "Yeah, I know. We're all pretty surprised you're here. Some of the other more legit racers show up sometimes, but no one's ever seen you around before. You havin' a midlife crisis or something?"

Tony paled. "No- uh, what makes you say that?"

Ned laughed. "I'm just messing with you. I'm sure you've done all kinds of street racing before. Guy like you. You're the best of the best, Mr. Stark."

"Yeah..."

The boy with the pretty eyes and the lack of clothes made his way over to the car. He smiled at Tony. "What do you think?"

"It's a nice car," Tony said.

"Thanks. I built it myself."

Tony laughed. "Sure, kid."

The other two started laughing. A bit hysterically even. Tony stood there, bewildered by whatever joke he wasn't in on.

"Tony," Ned sucked in a breath. "This is Peter. The guy I was telling you about."

Tony raised his eyebrows. "You're Peter? This is your car?"

"Yep." He grinned.

Tony looked at them both. "You're fucking with me."

Peter rolled his eyes and slammed the hood shut. "What would you know? You're seven flavors of washed up, Mr. Stark."

Tony glared at the back of his head. The hostility brewing in his gut didn't lessen when the boy turned and leaned against the hood.

"I am far from washed up."

"Really?" The boy reached into his back pocket and somehow retrieved a cell phone. He unlocked it and handed it over on the contact screen.

"Is this your idea of flirting, kid? Because I have to say it needs some work."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Just put your number in. I'll text you tomorrow. Then you can show me how not washed up you are."

"I don't have anything to prove to you," he said even as he typed his information in.

"No? Well I have something to prove." Peter stood and took his phone back. He was too close. His eyes were staring straight into the back of his own. Tony could hear his heart beat in his ears. Peter took a step back and sauntered around the car. He held his eye all the way until the door was shut. Tony barely noticed Ned climbing in the other side.

Sirens barely a block over made him jump. Everyone ran. Tony jogged back to his car and pulled onto the street, inching his way through the crowd. He barely made it out before the area was surrounded.

He had a few days off which should have been spent getting trashed at a party he said he wasn't going to, but instead he stayed in. He kept his phone within arms reach, jolting at every notification. The TV did little to distract him. Neither did anything else. His mind kept wandering back to candy coated lips and a determined scowl. The boy was cute. Interesting, too.

When the text finally came, Tony was ready. More than ready, he was pumped. It was hard to rein himself in to keep from running out the door early. Somehow, despite the adrenaline, he showed up at the spot just as everyone else did.

It was on the edge of the city where the roads became winding. The streets were lit only by headlights and LEDs. There were no street lamps or billboards here.

Cars were parked in the grass, but their drivers stood at the edge of the street. They watched as Tony pulled up next to the only car left in the road, Peter's Charger.

The window rolled down and Peter grinned at him from behind the wheel.

“I hope you remembered to stretch,” he teased.

“Is this a friendly race or should I have brought cash?” Tony called back.

Peter laughed. “I wouldn't want to rob an old man.”

Someone off the road called to Peter and he turned and nodded to them. Some girl Tony hadn't looked twice at stepped out between the headlights. Tony's hands adjusted on the wheel. He turned his gaze to the darkening road ahead.

The flag was dropped and they darted forward. Buildings overgrown and unkempt blurred past with increasing speed. Adrenaline burned under Tony's skin. A euphoric laugh burst from his chest.

He glanced at Peter beside him, nearly neck and neck. Even over the bumpy, cracked, streets the kid knew what he was doing. Then they hit a corner. Tony had never raced on roads that weren't paved smooth. All it took was a pothole to throw him off just enough for Peter to cut him off, drifting around the curve and leaving Tony behind. He wasn't ahead by much, but it was enough.

A small group of cars at the end of the street marked the end of the race. They sat in darkness until they spotted Peter coming around. Lights flicked on, hands waved from the windows. Tony was sure they were cheering.

No one cheered for him like that anymore.

He didn't win races anymore.

They both slid to a stop, Peter much more gracefully. They stepped out of their cars to cheering. A couple of hands clapped him on the back, but Tony only had eyes for the victor.

"Alright. You beat me, kid." Tony offered his hand and Peter shook it firmly.

He smiled sweetly, his pretty eyes aglow. "Don't take it too hard, old man."

Something bitter died on his tongue as his embarrassment faded. His eyes drifted over Peter's cocked hip, the crotch of his shorts that bulged just enough to be visible, his soft thighs that were begging to be touched. But more importantly, there was something in that tone that scratched at an entirely different sort of beast. Maybe it was stupid, but he wanted Peter's approval. Tony's slip stretched into a grin.

"I have something that will impress you."

"What's that?" Peter crossed his arms over his chest. That amused little smile on his lips made Tony's fingers twitch.

"Something even the king of New York's streets has never seen." Tony turned away and walked back to his car. He opened the door and looked at Peter. "Coming?"

He silently debated it for a moment. Tony considered just how much that sluttly little outfit and those pouting lips hid how just how smart he truly was.

"Peter!" Ned called from the group. "We gotta move!"

Peter looked at his friend with the slightest hint of anxiety as his decision hit a swift deadline. He grabbed his keys and tossed them. "Take my baby home. I'll see you later." Ned looked at them both, then sirens pricked their ears.

"You got it." He jogged over and slid into the driver's seat of Peter's car. Everyone scrambled.

Peter hopped into Tony's car and he slammed on the gas. They blew past city streets until the sound of sirens was far behind, then they slowed down and blended into the other traffic.

"Is it always like that?" Tony asked.

Peter laughed. Tony could see the adrenaline in his eyes. "Not every night, but pretty often. Someone eventually rats us out or the noise gives us away. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"You're not planning to drop me off a pier or anything right? Because Ned has my location and literally everyone knows where you live."

"Well if that's the case, you should know where we're going."

Peter looked at where they were and it seemed to click. "Aren't you gonna buy me dinner first?"

"That's a little presumptuous."

"I'm presumptuous? You didn't get the wrong idea about the little shorts did you? Everyone does."

"I'm sure you only dress like a whore."

Peter scoffed. "I'm not the paid kind anyway."

"That's too bad. You'd make a fortune."

Peter laughed. "I kind of already do."

"Oh yeah? You got some fancy condo around here?"

"Nah. My family has a lot of debt to pay off." Peter shrugged and looked out the window.

"Ned mentioned you had an aunt," Tony said gently. He could sense the tension coming off of him, but he was curious nonetheless.

"I don't wanna talk about that stuff."

"You got it, kid." He let it go, curiosity paused for now. But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to know every bit of Peter's story.

They reached the bottom of Stark Tower. The gate raised as the sensor recognized Tony's car and let them into the garage. The entry twisted around, up a dimly lit path.

"Fancy," Peter commented. Tony only smiled.

They turned the last corner and the walls opened up into the garage. Two rows of cars took up half the space with room in the center for the auto shop.

"Whoa..." Peter stared wide eyed at the room. "Wait, this is all yours? Just yours?"

"Yep. All mine. I built most of these. That one was a gift from Audi though, prototype. Never hit the streets."

"Holy shit."

Tony grinned. He parked the car in its spot and cut it off. He looked at Peter who smiled and jumped right out the door. His eyes were glittering. His smile lit up the room.

"Impressed yet?"

Peter laughed gently. "Don't tell me I got under your skin."

"Seems like you intended to."

"Maybe, but I figured you had thicker skin," Peter teased.

"Maybe I care what you think." It was a little honest, but Peter didn't laugh. He turned towards him, uninterested now in the cars. Tension thrummed between them.

"Why's that?" he said in a quiet voice. He drifted slowly toward him in small steps.

"I've been alive a long time," Tony laughed softly, humorlessly. "And somehow I've never been more alive than I am right now."

Peter gave the smallest nod, but it didn't even seem intended for him. More like he was answering his own question. He reached him, warm hands finding his chest. It snapped the tension like a rubber band.

Tony's hands wrapped around him, pulling him in chest to chest, pressing their mouths together. Peter made a little noise in surprise, but he melted against him. Tony's hands slid over his back to squeeze his ass and pull his hips against him. While Peter's hands slid down and found their way under Tony's shirt.

"You don't-" Peter started, struggling to pull his lips away. "You don't actually think I'm just slut do you?"

"I don't bring random sluts in here. I have a different garage for that."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Well then," he extracted himself from Tony's arms and backed away with a sly grin. He made his way back to the car and leaned against the cooling hood. "This seems like a good spot."

Tony licked his lips and followed after him. He grabbed Peter's thighs and lifted him off the ground, stepping between his spread legs. Peter gasped and reached for him. Tony leaned down into his hands and let Peter pull him in, kissing him slowly and deeply, to the rhythm of their hips grinding together. Peter whimpered. Tony could feel the way his cheeks heated in embarrassment. He gave him a soft moan in answer that had Peter pulling him in closer. But Tony was done with kissing.

His hand wrapped around Peter's neck and he pushed him down against the hood. With one hand he worked open Peter's shorts. Peter helped him shove them down, leaving them hanging off of one ankle along with his underwear. He let Tony manhandle him, flipping him onto his stomach and pulling his knees up onto the car.

Tony pressed kisses into his lower back, working his way down, until he found his hole.

"Tony," Peter gasped. His hands grabbed at the warm metal, but there was nothing but Tony's hands on his thighs to hold him up. He laid against the hood, moaning against the surface while Tony ate him out.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whined. Tony kept going, encouraged by the boy's noises until he needed more. He laid him down again against the hood only to turn him over on his belly.

Tony grabbed a fistful of his soft hair and pulled his head up. "Are you ready for me, baby?" He smirked at Peter's glassy eyes and slack lips.

"Uh huh," the boy whined.

"Tell me." Tony pressed his hips against Peter's ass. He watched his face as he tried to recover enough thought to speak.

"Fuck me, please," he breathed. His eyes finally focused on Tony's face.

"Good boy." Tony held Peter's hair in one hand and his own cock in the other, watching him as he forced himself inside him. Peter gasped, his mouth hung open, his eyes squeezed shut and a keening whine fell from his lips as Tony kept pushing in deeper.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Tony groaned. Peter pushed back against him, moaning. His strong back arched. His hands pushed against the metal.

"Fuck me, Tony," he demanded. "Fucking breed me."

"Yeah? You want my cum, baby?"

"Please," Peter moaned.

Tony leaned over him, pressing kisses across his shoulders. He rocked his hips, fast but deep, enjoying that tight heat down the length of his dick. He wrapped a hand around Peter's cock, stroking him just as fast, listening to his voice pitch higher as he whined.

"So close," Peter gasped. "Please- please!"

"What do you need, baby?"

"Cum in me, please. I wanna feel it."

Tony moaned. "You got it, sweetheart." He pushed him down against the hood with a hand between his shoulders that slid down to hold the back of his neck. He was selfish now, fucking him how he wanted, but Peter only seemed to love it. He panted against the hood of the car, breath ghosting against the surface. Quiet pleas fell from his lips.

"You want it, baby?" Tony growled.

"Please, Tony," Peter begged.

"Gonna fucking breed you just like you wanted."

Peter whined. He slid against the warm metal as Tony pushed himself in deep and came inside him. Peter shivered beneath him. His hand slipped down to stroke his cock and before Tony had even recovered, Peter was cumming all over the hood.

Tony turned him over, moving him out of the mess. He kissed him, holding where his weight wanted to melt into the floor. Peter clung to his arms, breathing heavily and then finally slowing. He grinned.

"Sorry about the mess," Peter said with a soft laugh.

"You could always put those little shorts back on and make it up to me with a car wash." Tony wagged his eyebrows.

"I can do better than that."

"How's that?"

Peter slipped from his arms and bent over the hood. He met Tony's eye and held his gaze as he ran his tongue over the metal, licking his own cum from the surface.

"You tryin' to get fucked again?"

"I was hoping we could try out the backseat.”

[spiderlinging]

I was using a chat with an AI bot to ask some questions I had about a Starker fic I'm trying to write. I laid out the whole plot to it and it suggested that Tony and Peter should attend a therapy session together. 😅 Whoops.

[cyphercreates]

Hey y’all!

Been out for a while but you guys can call me Cypher! I’m a 20-something trans female artist currently looking to take some free fandom requests to bolster my page a little bit.

The fandoms I’m currently willing to do stuff for is as follows: MCU, Signalis, MHA, DC, LEGO and any possible Pixar property you can think of!

Now, I got some rules, so read them down below and if you’re interested in what I do, hit me up!

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(Regardless of that, I do want an adult community just because I am an adult and would much rather surround myself with peers instead of kids.)

Any ship counts as long as they’re not illegal (so Starker and the like), and as long as the ships are all consenting! I especially like polyships if anyone’s into those sorts of pairings!

Kindness comes first on my page, so please keep asks and requests polite and lighthearted, I wanna build a nice community around here!

If I like your ideas, I may run with them a little bit and I could get a little hyperfixated on them! If that’s not a problem for you, I’d love chatting in open reblogs about any other additions you might have to them.

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[your-divine-ribs]

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Another old fic here // smut obviously // sorry if it’s cringe // I’ll be back to posting my chaptered stories tomorrow xxx

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You raise your wrist up to your face to check the time on your watch, squinting in the dim light. The digital display reads 23:04.

You shift impatiently on the tour bus bunk, sighing to yourself. You'd heard the faint sound of the last bars of Cocoon ring out at least fifteen minutes ago and Van is still nowhere to be seen. The bus is parked up at the back of the arena that the band have played tonight. It was the last show on a hugely successful UK tour and there's supposed to be some sort of celebration taking place backstage. Van's not attending though.

You've not seen him for three, long weeks since he embarked on the tour and you've both missed each other like crazy. He'd phoned you every night just like he'd promised, but whispered sweet nothings and muttered dirty talk over the phone were a poor substitute for the real thing.

Your yearning for him had reached new levels just this afternoon when you'd called him on your lunch break at work and he'd picked up just as he'd stepped out of the hotel room shower. The call had started off sweet enough, lots of 'I miss you's and 'I can't wait to see you's and talk of plans for seeing each other the next day. The tone of conversation had soon changed though when Van had revealed that he was chatting to you whilst lying naked on his hotel room bed. It had ended with you squirming in your seat at your office desk whilst he'd described in detail exactly what he wanted to do to you when he next saw you. Of course in your busy office there wasn't a lot you could do apart from sit there red-faced, a pulsing heat flooding your body as you'd had to listen to his filthy talk interspersed with his deep breathing and muted groans as he'd got himself off to the thought of you two being together. And there was nothing that turned you on more than the thought of Van fantasising about you.

So you'd made a decision. You weren't going to wait for tomorrow to see Van. You were getting straight in your car after work and making the long journey down to the SSE Arena to meet him after the show. Van was quite happy to have an excuse to skip out of the post-tour celebrations and you were equally as happy at the idea of having him all to yourself as soon as he stepped off the stage. You loved it when he was still high on the euphoria of a gig, his boundless energy just amplified by the adrenaline rush that always accompanied his performances.

You'd made Van promise to speak to security about letting you on to the tour bus to wait for him, so here you were, counting down the minutes until you saw him, getting more impatient by the second. You'd taken the liberty of making yourself at home, confident in the fact that the rest of the band would be occupied by their post-gig celebrations, you'd stripped down to your lacy panties and hopped straight into Van's bunk. Well... there was nothing wrong with making your intentions clear was there?

Another check of your watch. It's 23:13 now. Where the hell has he got to? He must have left the stage at least half an hour ago. You're just about to reach down to your handbag which you've left on the bunk below to retrieve your phone when a loud rattling noise startles you, followed by the sharp sound of the main bus door slamming shut.

"Van?" You call, but you're met with silence.

Your heart starts to race at the thought of the crew or the whole band, or even worse, absolutely everybody descending on the bus, only to find you practically starkers and blushing furiously tucked up in Van's bunk.

You sit up sharply, almost banging your head on the low ceiling, drawing the sheets up to under your chin. The only source of light is the muted glow of a side lamp you'd turned on in the bunk below, hoping to make it more atmospheric and give Van a surprise, but now you wish you'd left the main lights on as you peer into the murky shadows of the narrow bus corridor beyond the sleeping quarters.

There's a quiet but definite sound of footsteps shuffling across the flooring and the fact that whoever's on the bus hasn't alerted you to their presence sets off alarm bells in your head. What if it's not even someone from the Catfish crew at all? What if someone's broken into the bus? What will they do if they find you here?

You press yourself back into the wall of the small bunk area as quietly as you can and then freeze, holding your breath... ready to scream or fight or make a run for it. And then...

"BOO!" The loud male voice booms out at the same time as a pair of large hands appear over the edge of the bunk, clamping down on your legs over the covers.

You let out a shriek loud and shrill enough to wake the dead, kicking furiously at the intruding hands, slapping them at the same time for good measure, your heart thumping so hard that you think you could pass out from the shock.

That's when the mystery person decides to make themselves known, and Van's head pops up over the side of the bunk, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, hysterical laughter emanating from him even though you're clearly shaken up.

"Van you absolute wanker! You scared me to death!" Relief floods you but your heart's still hammering in your chest. "Why didn't you answer me when I called you?"

"Wanted to surprise you, didn't I?" He replies, grinning widely. "And it worked! You should see your face!"

"You did more than surprise me, I almost had a bloody heart attack!"

"Sorry love," he says, still sniggering. "I couldn't resist it."

You shake your head, calmer now, laughing too. You can't stay mad at Van for long. Seeing him here in front of you now it strikes you just how much you've missed him, even the exasperating practical jokes he's so fond of playing.

"It's so good to see you," you tell him, loosening your grip on the covers so that you can reach out to him. "How was the show?"

He's in your arms in a second, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his hands curling around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You feel him place a small kiss to the base of your neck before he pulls away to look at you.

"It was unreal babe... honestly. The crowd were so hyped! When we played Cocoon they just went off!" There's a glint in his eye as he relives the moment. "I almost didn't wanna leave the stage... but then I remembered that you were here waiting for me. God I've missed you so much. I can't believe you drove all this way to see me tonight though... but I'm really glad you did."

You reach up your hands to brush the hair back from his face. It's so long at the moment and after a lively performance he's wet through with sweat, but it doesn't bother you. You love it when he's fresh off stage and buzzing with energy. In fact he's never looked sexier.

"Yeah well, I know it's only been three weeks but it seems like longer. I didn't wanna wait another whole day. Especially after that phone call earlier..."

You trail off as a smile forms on your lips at the memory, a twinge of desire sparking in you as you replay the promises Van uttered down the phone in your mind. You reach for the sheets tucked tightly around your body, pulling them loose and drawing them down so they pool around your waist, exposing your near-nakedness.

"Fuckin' hell!" Van exclaims, his jaw dropping agape, his eyes roaming hungrily over your frame. "You completely naked under there?"

You fix him with a sultry look, holding the sheets firmly so he can't peel them further down your body. "Why don't you get your clothes off and get your arse up here and then you can find out?"

If his eyes were glimmering before talking about the gig, then they're positively sparkling now. Excitement's etched over his face like he's a small boy waking up in the morning on Christmas Day. You can't help but giggle. His hands go straight to the buttons on his shirt, deftly unfastening each one until his shirt's open and being tugged off his shoulders.

"Ughhh I’m so fucking sweaty," he mutters as he flings the shirt to the floor and starts unbuckling his belt, toeing his boots off as he does. "You want to me duck into the shower quick? You could join me?"

You're tempted but you don't want to leave the confines of the cosy bunk for the cramped shower cubicle. And besides, you've always wondered what it would be like to make love here. Back in the day when you and Van had first met in a bar after a gig and started your tentative flirtations, you'd always hoped that one day you'd have the opportunity, but it's so rare to find privacy on the tour bus nowadays with the other band members and the crew around. This is a novelty you want to take full advantage of.

"Don't worry about a shower, just get on up here!" You command, laughing at the speed at which Van manages to shed his jeans. You don't think you've ever seen him get undressed so quickly.

"You just wait, I've been dying to get my hands on you for three whole fucking weeks!"

"Sounds like some kind of warning!" You giggle.

The excitement intensifies in the pit of your belly, sparks of electricity that crackle through your veins, your heart thudding as Van places a foot on the step to boost himself up on to the top bunk. You shunt your body downwards so you're lying flat on your back, moving the covers aside, ready for him.

You're expecting him to dive straight on top of you, but he doesn't. He pauses there at the foot of the bunk on his knees in just his boxers, dragging his gaze slowly over your body like he's savouring the moment.

"Fuck... you're so beautiful love," he utters in an awe-like tone. "Can't believe how lucky I am."

You smile up at him, resisting the urge to rebuff the compliment, glowing inside from his words. His constant praise always used to catch you off-guard, but you soon realised that was just his way and you love him for it.

"Well, come on then!" You urge, wriggling slightly on the bunk, looking up at him alluringly.

He takes a moment to look over you once again, his eyes burning with lust. His skin's glistening in the dim orangey light that's filtering from the bunk below with the sweat from his exertions on stage, his long hair damp with it as he pushes it back off his face and sinks down on to his hands, crawling nearer until he's positioned himself over you, hovering just inches away.

"You don't realise how bad I've been wanting this," he tells you. "How much I've dreamt about kissing you... tasting you... fucking you. It's all I've thought about."

Christ... you'd thought you were turned on before but his words send a flood of heat straight between your thighs which you press together. Your lace panties feel damp already and he's not even touched you yet.

"Show me then," you whisper, feeling a pressure on your inner thigh as he slides a leg in between yours, gently parting them.

You keep your eyes locked on to his as you spread your legs for him, your hands going to his hips and tugging at the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his hips and freeing his erection. You immediately wrap your fingers around him, watch his face scrunch in appreciation, a quiet sigh escaping him as you slide your hand down his length.

"Mmm... wanna kiss you all over," he breathes, and you realise then that you've not even kissed yet, raising your head off the pillow as he leans down to meet you.

His mouth is warm and his usually soft lips feel slightly chapped as they press against yours. He tastes of mint with a tiny hint of the cigarette he'd likely smoked on his way to the tour bus to meet you, but you don't mind one bit. Everything about him is familiar, his taste, the warm weight of his body as he lets it sink down on to yours, the way he kisses you with an urgency like he can't get enough of you. He presses himself against you and you reciprocate by pushing your own hips against his. The thin lace of your underwear is the only thing separating your bodies and you're impatient, wanting to feel him inside you.

"I need you," you murmur into his mouth, your hands feverishly pulling at the waistband of your panties as you try to pull them down your hips.

"Let me give you a hand with that," he says, pulling away with a smirk on his face, stilling you by reaching for your wrists and pushing them back on to the bunk on either side of you.

His head sinks down to your neck, where he begins a teasing trail down your body, kissing, licking and nipping at your flesh. His hair tickles your skin as he leaves hot, wet, open mouthed kisses all over your breasts, his tongue flicking against each of your nipples in turn until you're writhing where you lay.

"Van..." you gasp, trying to free your hands to reach for him but he presses them more firmly into the mattress.

He raises his head to look at you, his blue eyes burning with passion behind the hair that's fallen over his face. "No you don't babe... I'm gonna take care of you first, okay?"

You don't protest, your bare skin erupting into goosebumps where the cool air-conditioned air hits it, wet from his trail of kisses. He moves down until he reaches your underwear where he stops, looking up at you with a wolfish smile.

"I've always wanted to do this," he says, then to your surprise he presses his mouth to the waistband of your panties, snaring the lace in his teeth. Then he looks you right in the eye as he slowly starts to edge them down your hips. You've never seen anything so arousing in all your life.

"Very porn star!" You giggle, but your laughter's cut off in an instant as you feel his lips press against your sweet spot.

Van sets straight to work, his tongue moving in firm strokes against your clit, one hand curled around your thigh and the other trailing up to move along your slick folds, teasing your entrance, his fingers pushing gently inside.

He knows exactly what brings you pleasure and he's in no mood to tease tonight, he's desperate for you and you know that within minutes he'll easily reduce you to a whimpering mess. You surrender to him, your head tipping back against the pillow, your eyes screwed shut, the soft moans spilling from your lips filling the small space.

You breathe his name, one hand grasping at the sheets and the other going to his hair, burying your fingers deep, tugging it the way you know he likes it. A low groan escapes him and it vibrates through your core. You just moan even louder, pushing your hips up towards him, chasing your imminent high.

His tongue swipes even faster, relentless licks which inch you ever closer to your peak, two of his long, slim fingers plunging into your heat, stretching you out. He knows you so well he can read every moan and every sigh, responding in sync with what you need. His lips pucker around your clit as your legs start to tremble, his tongue swirling insistently as you buck your hips, thrusting into his mouth.

"Fuck... I'm gonna come already!" You announce, your back arching off the mattress, your legs quivering as the delicious heat explodes in your core, radiating through you. Van carries on pleasuring you through your climax, only letting up when you start to squirm from the sensitivity.

"I've missed this so much love," you hear him murmur and you lift your head off the pillow as you watch him emerge from between your thighs.

"Me too... c'mere..."

He kisses a soft trail back up your body until his lips are on yours again, hungrier than ever. You can taste yourself on him and it makes you even hotter, your fingers clutching at his hips, his slick skin sliding over yours as he grinds against you. He's so close but not close enough so you slide a hand down between your bodies, grasping the base of his cock, guiding him to you.

You gasp as he enters you and he takes his time, easily himself in gradually so you can adjust to the feeling. His face is buried in your neck, his breathing coming in short, sharp bursts as he tries to steady it.

"When I come off tour it always feels like the first time again with you," he murmurs against your skin, then he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, the swell of affection washing over you as he looks down on you fondly.

No matter how hard the goodbyes are when he goes on tour or how lonely the nights are when he's away, the moments that you spend together make up for all of that. You've never felt such a deep connection with anyone before, it feels like everything just falls into place when you're together.

"Love you too, so fucking much..."

He props himself up on his elbows so he can gaze upon you as he pushes into you, filling you up. He pauses for a moment, dipping his head to give you a lingering kiss before he pulls back. You wrap your legs around his hips, savouring the feeling of being as close to him as you can possibly be.

"Wish we could just stay like this forever," you smile up at him.

"Can't promise you I'm gonna last that long after three weeks of missing ya!" He grins, pulling his hips back to thrust into you again.

You sigh at the feeling, your fingers clutching at his back, pulling him closer, needy for him. His head's bent low, his damp hair hanging down around you both like a curtain, his eyes fixed on yours as he pumps into you, slow and deep.

His breathing stutters, interspersed with groans, his face contorted with pleasure. Everything seems louder and more charged in the tiny bunk space, every sigh, every moan, the sound of Van's sweat-soaked skin slapping against yours with every thrust. It just heightens the intensity, your bodies fused as you move as one.

You grab at his bum, trying to push him even deeper and he rolls his hips against you harder. You angle your pelvis upwards, your legs locked around his waist, the angle he pounds in to you catching the sensitive nub of nerves at the apex of your thighs every time he bottoms out.

"Oh my god, don't stop! There... right there!" You gasp, feeling that familiar warm tug of sensation erupt in you once again. You hardly ever come from sex alone and the fact that your body's reacting again so soon takes you by surprise.

"Mmm... not gonna stop babe," he replies, his words staggered with his heavy breaths. "You feel so good... so fucking good."

He reaches an arm down, hooking it firmly under your left knee, forcing it back against your body, only serving to increase the pressure.

Low groans and hisses spill from his gritted teeth. You can tell he's holding back, trying to make it last to drag out your pleasure, struggling to maintain the slow, steady pace as his hips clash with yours time and time again, your bodies connecting perfectly to give you the friction just where you need it.

"I'm so close," you mewl.

His thrusts get deeper as he flicks his hips with more vigour, catching that sweet spot over and over again, eliciting a whimper from you each time, your eyes scrunching shut as you try your hardest not to cry out.

"Open your eyes babe, I wanna see you," he pleads, his voice a low whine.

He cups your face with his free hand, his own face just inches away from yours, his hot, ragged breaths fanning over your face as his hips snap faster and faster, picking up a pace which has you gasping, your fingernails carving crescents into the skin of his back as you grasp at him.

He hisses out your name as his hips jerk urgently, your eyes locked as you read the pleasure on each other's faces. You can feel he's ready to let go, the desperate grunts he's making and the feel of his wet skin sliding over yours tipping you over the edge of your second climax as the hot shocks of pleasure tear into you.

You cry out from the intensity of it, shudders wracking you as you feel yourself clench uncontrollably around his cock, and the sensations prove too much for him to hold out any longer too. He finally lets go with a drawn out groan followed by curses as his body tenses, pulsing into you, filling you up.

"Fuckin’ ‘ell Y/N!" He breathes, his head sinking once again into the crook of your neck, his damp hair fanning out over you.

You're speechless for a moment, basking in the glow of your high, not once but twice, a fact you know that Van's going to be smirking about proudly for days.

"That was... that was..." you finally manage, croaking out your words as you try to shift underneath Van, your leg feeling stiff now sandwiched up at an impossible angle between your two bodies. "... incredible... but I think my leg's gonna snap... in a minute... if you don't... let go! Ahhh!"

A loud chuckle erupts from Van as he immediately loosens his tight grip on you, untangling his arm from your limb as he pulls out of you, rolling to the side. He can't go far in the tiny bunk so he slots in right next to you, his skin wetter than ever now from his exertions. He's practically dripping.

"I really do need that shower now," he laughs and you laugh too, nodding your head in agreement as you raise up your body slightly to angle it towards his, feeling his cum trickle down in between your thighs, soaking into the sheets.

In fact you're both ridiculously sticky, and now your body heat's being rapidly sapped as the air conditioning hums over your moist naked frames. You make a grab for the rumpled covers which have been strewn aside, pulling them up over your lower bodies.

"Ughhh, how do you sleep in this bloody thing?There's no room at all!" You grumble, not able to manoeuvre out from the wet patch directly beneath you, but not willing to completely move either, enjoying the closeness too much after weeks of being apart.

Van sniggers, tucking an arm behind your head which he drapes over your shoulder, coaxing you even closer. "Actually I never sleep here. I was gonna tell you before but I didn't wanna ruin the moment. This isn't actually my bunk!"

"What?"

You go to sit up suddenly in shock, almost banging your head on the low ceiling. You feel mortified at the thought of what you've been doing on someone else's bunk, invading their personal space, messing up their sheets. Van's chortling loudly now, his eyes crinkled in mirth, his smile stretching wide.

"Who's is it then?"

"It's... Bob's!" He manages to blurt out in between fits of laughter, which only makes you feel even more horrified, imagining poor Bob coming to rest his weary head later that night on soiled, crusty bedsheets.

"Oh god not Bob! Anyone but Bob!" You cry, feeling a laugh welling up in spite of yourself. "Bloody hell, you should have said something!"

"You just looked too good tucked up in there! Come on, lie back down. They won't be back for ages yet, and I'll change the sheets when I get up for a shower. C'mon love, I want a cuddle. It's been so long!"

You laugh even though you're still cringing inside, relenting and sinking back down into Van's arms. You wrap an arm around his torso, resting your head on his chest, enjoying his comforting warmth and the strong, steady vibrations of his heartbeat. He presses a kiss to your forehead, sighing deeply.

"Fucking love you so much. It's getting harder every time I go away now. I hate leaving ya, I really do."

"Mmm I know... I hate it too," you agree, reaching up a hand to toy with the gold pendant around his neck, turning it around in your fingers absentmindedly. "And I love you too, but you're back now, so let's make the most of it."

You turn your head to press a small kiss to his chest, tasting the saltiness of the sweat on his skin.

"You really do need to shower!" You giggle, resting your head back down, happy and content.

[yo9urt]

jpmd update post #6! for some reason i thought we were further than 6 by now

EVEN LONGER THAN USUAL!!!!!!! also today's post is ENTIRELY about the bidoof special episode because that is all i did today!

as always, cool observations and thoughts first:

PRONOUN TRACKER:

bidoof's mama calls him お前, he calls her 母ちゃん, his little brother calls him 兄ちゃん（あんちゃん）; bidoof's mama calls herself 私 and お母ちゃん

the camerupt npc called him あんた, marowak called him おめえ, the slakoth/slowpoke team called him きみ

jirachi (!) calls himself 僕 and calls bidoof きみ before properly waking up and learning his name (after that i believe he only calls him bidoof-さん)

not a pronoun but doesn't fit anywhere else; as mentioned in previous posts, bidoof uses あっし and でゲス which are both words i've never heard anywhere else, and he has a relatively unique voice/accent in english, so i was on the lookout for more unusual language, but...there wasn't too much...he did say "兆枚" which jisho tells me is a rare term, and when talking to the kecleons he also said "こんちは" and "すまない," the 2nd of which is essentially the same as すみません but i'd never heard it before (i think) so it was cool

ALSO not a pronoun but doesn't fit anywhere else - this was probably happening in past sessions but today in particular i noticed how many npcs use かい to ask questions (teddiursa, kangaskhan, corphish) which was kind of reassuring because the only other time i've EVER seen かい is in one singular song on my entire japanese playlist and i was almost doubting that it was a real thing lol

FUN AND SILLY DIALOGUE NOTES

the slakoth/slowpoke npc team has some funny dialogue early in the episode where they go "aren't you the guy who screws up all the time?" (textbox ends, new box starts) "yeah...us too"

marowak dojo is "ガラガラ dojo" - ガラガラ meaning (among many things) "rattle/clatter," "rough (personality/speech)," AND "almost empty/uninhabited/etc." which is kind of perfect - the clatter of bones, the rough personality of marowak, and the emptiness of the dojo...i understand why the localization team didn't bother with a stylized translation and just called it "marowak dojo" in english lol how could you capture all of those things the same way in english?

also, one thing i didn't know - if you visit marowak in this episode, he goes on a very long ramble about how the dojo has failed and it's kind of funny you showed up on the last day before he closes it, and then he gives you a reviver seed (!). also in that speech, he lengthens practically all of his vowels and says "ぜーーったい にーーーーーーー" and "だよーーーーーー！！！" a lot and sounds like an anime character lol

bidoof ends a LOT of his sentences with かね which gives him a really...like it makes him sound really unsure of himself lol poor guy

at the end, when he made his wish, he said he wanted "かわいい こうはいs" - i don't remember what he says in english here but i remember when he meets the protag team he gets teary eyed and refers to them as "juniors" and "rookies," and of course at the end of the special episode you watch your team chatting happily with each other while bidoof watches, teary-eyed again, from the side, and it was...very endearing...i do think this is something that might have gotten lost in translation because once i read かわいいこうはい i went "oh!" and knew exactly what he meant, it gives him more of a big brotherly feeling in relation to the protags, which is pretty cute when you remember he's the big bro of 2 siblings back home...almost like he missed being in that せんぱい sort of position :') it really recontextualized his relationship to the protags for me, very endearing

SPECIAL SECTION JUST FOR SNOVER/GLIGAR/BAGON

this group was FAAASCINATING to watch. they were NASTY. but of course, snover puts on a front at first, and i'll say i think the fact that japanese has specific and more strongly marked registers for (im)politeness made the big reveal much starker than in english

PRONOUNS: bagon said "俺たち" implying 俺 for himself, called bidoof お前, called snover きさま (!) before the reveal and お前 afterwards, pre-reveal he also called snover "そこのお前" lit. "you there" which made me giggle because that's what street fight NPCs say in yakuza games lol

PRONOUNS PART 2: bidoof called bagon/gligar "お前たち" in the reveal and called snover "きみ" before it; pre-reveal, snover used "僕" and lots of "でしょう"/"ません," post-reveal he switched to "俺さま"/"snover-さま" (omfg), he also started calling bidoof お前 (see above - super formal language vs. super...not...)

OTHER BITS: snover used assertive sentence ender さ, gligar used ぜ (very masculine and a bit rough/forceful/sneaky), snover used "ねえ" instead of ない which adds even more colloquiality, all 3 of them interchangingly used "な" and "ろ" command forms, both of which can be (and in this case, were) impolite. (this was very well timed because i JUST studied command forms this morning!)

BONUS OTHER BITS: gligar taught me a couple new words: "やがる," which is attached to a verb to show that the speaker has disdain/contempt/hatred for what someone else is doing, and "このやろう," which is rude to the point of being listed as "you bastard/son of a bitch" in jisho. also, ALL THREE OF THEM used くそ, and interestingly, くそ was always written in hiragana and always followed by a small つ pause, which was in katakana. weird!

i was genuinely surprised by how nasty their language was, even worse (way worse) than team skull (at least so far). but it was pretty effective writing! nasty fellas!

general notes: this was easily the best play session ive had so far, like, bar none. maybe its because i studied a lot yesterday and i had some residual smartness or maybe ive just made a lot of real progress but today i felt like i was FLYING through most of the sentences, and concepts/constructs i was mildly-to-moderately familiar with suddenly became so much easier to get!!! and the best part is that i've only played sky once, so unlike the rest of the game, i DON'T have hard-coded memories of the special episodes and their associated dialogue; all i had to go on here was what i remember from playing the game like 3ish years ago + the synopsis on bulbapedia (i was checking to see how long it is because i was getting tired lol). so, i'm REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF for basically wading into (young) native-level material that i'm only kinda familiar with and understanding it so well!!!!!! today was great!!!! i've never felt so 日本語上手!!!!!!!!! ^_^

GOOD SENTENCES (realistically i should put like 75% of the episode here, but i can't, so just some of the best instead)

(all translations are freehanded by me since i don't remember the real english dialogue lol)

90+% of the conversation between chatot and bidoof at the beginning of the episode. seriously i barely looked at the dictionary at all during this part and i could tell what they were saying and what the feeling was WHEEEE i'm so happy

"プクリンのギルドをそつぎょうできりゃあんたりっぱなたんけんかになれるよ" (said by camerupt to bidoof) = "if you can graduate from wigglytuff's guild, you can become a magnificent explorer" (lit. "wigglytuff's guild OBJ graduation DO-POTENTIAL-CONDITIONAL you magnificent exploration TARGET become-POTENTIAL-NONPAST NEW"

"じつはあっしってなにをやるにしても。。。どうもどんくさいようで。。。いつもギルドでしっぱいばかりしてるんでゲス" (said by bidoof to himself at the shop) = "really, no matter what i try/do, i always seem stupid/clumsy...at the guild, i do nothing but fail..." (lit. "reality TOPIC i QUOTE what OBJ do TARGET do-EVEN-IF...awfully stupid/clumsy likeness COPULA-CONN...always guild LOC failure nothing-but do-EXIST-IN-STATE EXPLANATORY (COPULA)")

^ proud of myself for understanding the sentence structure here, i think my particle-understanding and structure recognition are both improving by leaps and bounds

"いつかこんなひがくるかとおもってね。。。まえからすこしずつためてたんだよ。なにかこまったことがあったらつかっておくれ" (said by bidoof mom to him when giving him $) = "i figured this day would come eventually...i've been saving up money bit by bit for a long time. if you get into trouble, use it, okay?" (lit. "someday (when QUESTION) this-kind-of day SBJ come-NONPAST QUESTION QUOTE think-CONN SHARED...before since a-little-bit piece-by-piece save-up-EXIST-IN-STATE-PAST EXPLANATORY (COPULA) NEW. something (what QUESTION) trouble (troubled thing) SUBJECT exist-CONDITIONAL use-CONN-???)

^ i thought the "おくれ" on the end was from regular old "おく" but...maybe it's not...? maybe it's an irregular conjugation? i don't know...

"あっしはきがよわいからああいうやからとはあまりかかわりたくないでゲスよ。。" (said by bidoof to himself watching bagon/gligar pretend to harass snover) = "since i'm so timid, i really don't want to get involved with that group..." (lit. "i TOPIC ki SUBJECT weak since (distant)that-kind-of say-NONPAST group QUOTE TOPIC excess get-involved-with-WANT-NEGATIVE COPULA NEW...")

^ i'm endlessly fascinated by all the collocations of 気. i know it's usually translated as spirit, energy, mind, etc. but lately i've been experimenting with thinking of it as just the original chinese qi/chi concept (at least i assume that's what it is.....erm) and taking the collocations literally and it works surprisingly well - in this case "since my qi is weak..."

"いちりゅうのたんけんかになるというあっしのゆめもかなえてくれるかもしれない���でゲス！" (said by bidoof to himself while chatot tells him about star cave) = "maybe even my dream of becoming a first-rate explorer can be granted!" (lit. "first-rate CLASS exploration QUESTION TARGET become-NONPAST QUOTE say-NONPAST i POSSESSIVE dream EVEN grant-CONN-give-down-NONPAST QUESTION EVEN(?) know-POTENTIAL-NEG EXPLANATORY (COPULA)!"

^ how many particles do we need man???????

"ただ。。。あのばでちからまかせにうばうとさわぎになる。" (said by snover to bidoof in the cave) = "but...if we went full power and took it by force out there...there would've been an uproar." (lit. "but...that place LOC using-all-one's-strength ADV take-by-force-NONPAST CONDITIONAL uproar TARGET become-NONPAST")

^ i think i'm getting better at recognizing what と is doing in any given sentence, which is great because i hate how many functions it has, and my grasp of conditionals is getting stronger too! i kind of appreciate how japanese does it similarly to english (vs. spanish) - but that's a topic for another post

[whoops-im-obsessed]

UK'sies Crutchie (and why I love him)

In comparison to previous productions, London Newsies took some positive steps in diverse casting. One of these steps was casting a disabled actor to play Crutchie! I love seeing how different people interpret characters and I know a lot of fansies won't be able to see UK'sies so I thought I'd chat a bit about Matthew Duckett's wonderful job of playing Crutchie. *spoilers under the cut*

In 92'sies, Broadway and even tour casts, Crutchie has always been a bit of a lighter character. A brother figure to Jack, his role is to show Jack's caring side as well as to show the consequences of his actions. Pretty well liked, sometimes portrayed as childish (is it only me that remembers #letcrutchiesayfuck?).

In 92'sies he comes across as bumbling comic relief, AKB builds a more sunny, easily lovable, almost cartoonish character, and Andy Richardson's Crutchie is innocent and youthful.

In contrast, Matthew Duckett brings a realness to the character that I'm not sure we've seen before. Duckett has cerebal palsy - and while its none of our business how his disability affects him offstage - on stage its my opinion that his lived experience, combined with the fact that he's on the taller side and seems to be a little older than some of the ensemble (please forgive me if I'm wrong about that 😅) give us this slightly more matured, starker Crutchie.

He isn't a poor cinnamon roll who needs to be helped all the time, he's a valued member of the team who they help when he wants it.

One of the choices I love is when the newsies first find out about the new price. Crutchie's reaction ('we got the right to starve, let's just get our papes and hit the streets while we still can!') Isn't a scared knee-jerk reaction, it's a thought out, sensible response to the situation and lots of newsies agree with him. He's taken more seriously than before, with a depth to his character we were missing.

Duckett also adds some fun backstory to Crutchie; on the rooftop when Jack mentions Santa Fe Crutchie visibly slumps at the realisation of 'you got folks there', before brightening and grinning privately to himself when Jack denies it. He has a rosary around his neck which he takes out on several occasions, when captured, after yelling for Jack he sobs and mumbles 'oh God please help!'

Finally, the physicality of Crutchie is on point and held until the final bows, even though he hops around occasionally, Crutchie carries himself confidently, and Duckett was so smooth in his movement. A lot of work was obviously put into Crutchie's physicality and it pays off.

Only seen it once so far but I'm planning to go back so this may get updated! Happy to answer any questions about the production to best of my ability x