#they didn't pull the trigger or press the button! but the end result is the same. and its something we should be apologizing for‚ not
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You made my point- isn't it the government and rich people that money is going to that is the evil ones, not us? We are a part of an evil system, yes. We have no choice. We are exploited by our government, who is even more exploitative towards others. It's like saying a medieval peasant is evil just for working for the rich lord that uses that money for more cruelty, when it's either that or die. There's no way to truly "opt out". I'd rather have solidarity with other exploited people so that maybe one day we CAN opt out and not involuntarily contribute to this anymore. The rich politicians, of both parties want us divided and demoralized against doing anything to stop the cruel system, so we don't resist them
You exonerate yourself because you have no choice, but having no choice doesn't make you not responsible. Your being American is a cosmic accident, but accidental murder is still manslaughter. There is no way to have clean hands. You can only do what you can, what we all can, in trying to clean them. It's demoralizing to acknowledge the part you play - but it's necessary to acknowledge that part, to understand why we have the responsibility to help those people our money and labor harm. And those same people are right in distrusting us, because we are hurting them, much more than we are helping them.
We have to understand what harm we cause before we can attempt to fix it properly - just as you have to understand how your actions have harmed another person before you can apologize and make it right. I'm not saying you're personally responsible for everything, I'm saying you should take responsibility for the small part of it you are responsible for, as we all should. It shouldn't be divisive to say the American people are responsible for US imperialism because we're the ones funding it. I understand hating having a guilty conscience for something you had no power over. But it's better to be apologetic for the harm you've caused than to pretend you didn't cause it at all.
You might think of a car accident as a metaphor here. You were driving your car safely, and got into an accident. The other driver, who was also driving safely, passed away. It isn't your fault that that person died, but you are responsible for it. Wouldn't their family hate you a little less if you were at least apologetic instead of saying, essentially, "I didn't do anything wrong! It was the traffic light's fault for being defective!"
#to be clear anon: i think your ideas are not Bad per se. but i think theyre a moral crutch. you can't bear the responsibility#so you pretend that you are not responsible at all. even though thats demonstrably untrue.#publicly saying that we are responsible is the only way to combat the engrained apathy so many Americans have. they just paid their taxes#they didn't pull the trigger or press the button! but the end result is the same. and its something we should be apologizing for‚ not#pretending like we don't have anything to do with it. publicly saying that as Americans we should be ashamed of what we have allowed is#what is necessary to shake the people out of their uncaring and irresponsible reverie.
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Bad Gateway Merchandise Printing:
Due to the success of the T-Shirt printing, Peter and I went straight onto the final print, the Button-Up Shirts. I was nervous to see how this would pan out because the fabric is very light and we haven't worked with a light fabric and dark ink yet. Considering I left a few marks on a couple of the T-Shirts, I really didn't want to face the same problem with this as it will be more visible.
After noticing the ink dried quickly through the screen, we decided to map and prep all of our shirts before we began printing to save time on the turn around. There was only nine shirts to print onto however these required the most time and precision in my opinion considering the price of them in comparison to the rest of the merchandise. After using a marker and our print which was used to expose the screen to line up the positioning of the print we began printing. As we had Black ink this time, we didn't do as many screen pulls as we did for the T-Shirts. We initially decided on three pulls only which created the second image above. Peter and I were really pleased with the outcome of this as it was bold and had an amazing texture. The fabric of this shirt is a mixture of Viscoe and Polyester I believe and also has a grooved surface making the ink bleed slightly. Despite this technical problem, we were happy with this bleed as it added a wonderful texture to the design and elevating the simple Off-White shirt. The technicians weren't however and they stressed we should do a different technique. At the time we listened and took on their adivice but now upon reflection they don't understand that we actually liked the bleeding consequences. She advised that we only did three pulls which weirdly gave us the result on the third image. Im not sure what happened and how removing one pull would create this much of a drastic feed through the screen. This delayed our printing process slightly as we had to wash the screen and try and line up the design over the shirt to screen print over it again to create for opacity within the design.
Overall I was pleased but not ecstatic of the printing outcomes of the shirt. This was a really complex fabric to print on and needed a lot of precision to curate. There did end up being a couple of marks on the shirt which I'm hoping we can aim to scrub off before heat pressing. My favourite aspect of this final print would be the printing texture which we unconsciously created. Despite triggering the technical printing process, we were happy with this alteration as it helps add more texture to the fairly simple design.
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Falling In Love With Chrollo Lucilfer
(Rose is someone from Chrollo's past, specifically Meteor City. In this story, Rose and Chrollo, along with the troupe, rekindle their relationship. Well, try to. Rose is in an arranged marriage to protect and support her little sister. This story is set a little bit before the York New Ark, and during the beginning of it. and will go throughout the ark as well.
the picture on here I found is from PINTEREST AND IS NOT MINE. whoever drew it is spectacular and amazing. I'm obsessed..
**TW !**(Trigger Warning!) please do not read if you do not agree or are triggered by - domestic abuse (this will be from the arranged marriage) - depression/suicidal thoughts -substance abuse. Now I will not go into full detail especially for the domestic abuse, it's just to go into the story for beginning chapters. possibly flashbacks . So please, again, don't read if this will trigger you. Also, this will probably be pretty violent through some chapters. thank you for reading and your time.)
Moral Of The Story
Rose never thought she'd be in this situation, unhappy and rather disappointed with her life decisions. She was sure at first, that she had calculated this and this plan was fool proof, however, she was very wrong. She might have been in love, or what she thought was love - however it had escalated to a burning hatred and a bitter after taste. A blind love turned cold due to her own inability to see this would be the result.
Sitting there applying too much make-up to cover up her black eye and a few other bruises, she would not let her get that down. She had to stay strong for her sister, Daisy. Daisy is the reason Rose is still thriving and okay through all of this. Everything she does is for her little sister. She would die for her. Literally and emotionally/mentally. She finished applying the foundation, to move on and do her eyeshadow, eyeliner, and a very thick coat of mascara, her eyes shining a ice blue. She was wearing a simple, tight fit dress, in the color of burgundy. Her long, curly, dark burgundy hair matched the attire. With black heels. Looking at all of the jewelry her 'husband' had gotten her, maybe to buy her love back or his way of saying "sorry, not sorry." Rose huffed staring at them, not wanting this anymore, on the verge of a mental breakdown, memories for each gift being a constant reminder of why it was gifted.
Daisy soon walked in, her blonde hair and matching blue eyes light up, running to Rose, hugging her tightly from behind. Rose being able to handle pain well, just smiled and whipped her head around.
"You look beautiful Daisy." She stated, lookking at her little sisters beautiful pink ball gown dress. Only at the age of 13, it is an intense nostalgic reminder for Rose to see how big her baby sister was getting, saying she was the one whole raised her.
"Thank you!! You look beautiful too, sissy!" Daisy said, she was always so happy, and maybe some of that happiness is what Rose needed in the moment. "Are you ready to go to the ball, tomorrow's your birthday you know!"
"Yes, and let's head down there now. Only you and me will celebrate." Rose said, getting up from her vanity. "I will meet you downstairs, okay?"
"Okay, you better not take forever or I'll be mad at you." Her sister said, glaring at her sister, a laugh fallowing after before running out like a full speed train. Rose wished she could be young, hoping her sister would forget her birthday, yet she felt her mood lighten up knowing someone remembered.
Rose opened her drawer, opening a certain empty face powder jar. Grabbing The hidden key, she opened her one drawer with her bourbon. She had a bad habit formed, to think- or to forget all the bad things. She pulled out the bottle, opening it, and drinking it as if it were water. After a few more chugs, she put away and always made sure to lock it and hide her key. Walking out of the room, and closing the door. She then went downstairs into the lobby, then outside to a cold York New night.
Walking up to the limousine- she opened the door to sit by her sister, her husband sitting across from them.
"Why aren't you dressed up more? And no Jewelry?" Fred asked. (Guessing a name) Rose looked up at him, trying to think of a nice way to keep conversation. It was always those type of questions or degrading comments, not a compliment or 'how was your day?'.
"Mm... Not really feeling like wearing jewelry.. and as a matter of fact I can wear what I want." She stated back seriously. If there was a way to press his buttons, this was one of them. However, as she stared coldly back at his glare, she wasn't scared. She already knew whatever she said would bite her back in the ass.
It was late last night, Daisy had went to sleep and Rose was putting on her blue night gown. Fred walked in, boozed up and he had a violent glint in his eyes. One that unsettles her the second he walked in the room. "Rose, why wouldn't you spend any time with me and my friends tonight?.." he asked. She might have been a little drunk herself, but she knew she would have to stand her ground. Rose snorted almost, shaking her head before replying. "Because I have no need to hang out with people like you, I already told you I was done with everything that has to do with you, when your friends try so hard to be my friends.. I know they are fraud of their true intentions.." she started, so calmly that it got under Fred's skin. He walked up to her, grabbing her wrist and trying to pull her closer to him. "No that's not it, Tell me the truth." Fred said raising his voice. She could smell the alcohol coming from his break. She wouldn't flinch, but retaliate by attempting to shove him. "This.. This right here is why! Fred! I told you I was done, give me back my Nen! I don't love you anymore, why don't you ask yourself and the other girls you were hooking up with nights before! That's why I hat-" and before she could exclaim her feelings, she got struck in the face. An echo through the halls, and it to be honest it had gone from slaps to a full fisted punch. "Maybe it's because you're terrible, you only want me for my money, and those women are more than you'll ever be, Rose! Beautiful, unlike you." He screamed, at this point she was trying to hit him back as he was man handling her. This continued for about 30 minutes, and in the end, he had won. She was exhausted and bruised, he soon left the room, to do whatever. Rose knew he had other women, but being told by someone who once loved her and she loved a great deal, she started to fall down the wall, sobbing and releasing all of the pent up pain and feelings from the past months. Hoping one day, she would retrieve her Nen from him.. in the morning he had came to apologise and give her a diamond necklace.
Rose was spacing off, thinking of what had occurred. He can't say she didn't try, and her feelings and anger was running wild. If she had her Nen, this would be a different story. However, when they got married, she let him take her crystal ball. In which all her Nen was in. It was placed in a vault in his penthouse suite. She had tried many times to retrieve it, but only would get knocked out and brought to her room. One of the reasons she sleeps in her sisters room now. Daisy tugged on Roses dress, to bring her out of her thought. She looked over at her sister, a fake smile creeping on her lips and she hugged her. Fred had also been in thought, but let the conversation drop. He had plans for her later, however.
When they arrived, it was a big, fancy building. Alike many others in York New. Daisy was the first to get out, grabbing Roses hand and almost running to the doors, leaving Fred in the dust. "Slow down, Daisy, I can't run ask fast as you." Rose told her sister, however it was a lie. She could run faster. But with her bruises and aching body, Daisy has the advantage. Rose had always hidden these things from her. However, Daisy was smarter than what she led on at times. Almost witty enough to match her big sister sometimes. She already knew what had been happening. She slowed down for a sister, before giving her and her big sisters ticket to the security man at the front door.
"Okay your clear, come in." He stated in monotone before Fred had walked up behind them to do the same. Also being granted entry, all three of them walked in. It was quite a sight, beautiful one would say. Even though her sister was dragging her to the dance floor, Rose again had thought about what Fred said. "Beautiful, unlike you." Rang in her mind. Clouding it. Seems like she did not drink enough. By the time she returned to present time, she started dancing with her sister, in which laughs and giggles were heard from them. Fred walked up to his friends and the girls in which he had replaced Rose for. She looked over a little bit, quickly looking away as he had kissed them.
"Daisy, I'm going to get a drink, would you like to keep dancing, or come with me?" Rose asked. Daisy shook her head no and flowed away twirling. Rose smiled, at how pure and genuine her little sister can be at times, even when things were rough in Meteor City. A thought that hadn't crossed her mind in a long time. Meteor City. She missed it at times, however, there were people she missed more, wondering how they were doing..
Rose walked up to the bar, sat down, and waiting for the bartender to get done talking to a man and giving him a glass of red wine. She looked over, a realization hit when she looked at the man sitting over a few stools from her. He looked all to familiar, his black hair had grown since she last saw him, a nicely fitted tuxedo and a bandage around his forehead. Those green earrings matched his demeanor. He felt someone staring at him, he looked over to stare at her. She was sure, now, with those beautiful grey eyes starting into her soul.
"Chrollo, it's been quite a while, you aged well.." She said, getting up and sitting next to him. Chrollo was observing her for a minute before saying anything, taking in her image, also being able to see through the make up. He took a sip of his wine, and shifted over giving her a smile.
"Ah, Rose. Time has been very kind to you as well." Chrollo said in a low yet polite voice, she felt chills go up and down her spine. The bartender looked at her waiting for her to say what she wanted.
"I'll take a bourbon, please." Rose slightly acknowledged the bartender as he shook his head and went to get her drink.
Chrollo was thinking to himself, how beautiful she already was when he last saw her, but now she was even more, a treasure. "So, you're a bourbon girl now?" He asked, eyeing her, taking another sip. Chrollo had already assumed what she was going through, remembering how she use to cope with things in Meteor City. He glanced at her hand seeing a wedding ring on her ring finger. He glanced back up to her face, those ocean eyes he remembered so well.
"Oh... Uh.. yeah I suppose I am. So how long has it been, a whole eight years? What have you been up to since the last time we spoke." Rose replied, giving him a smile before drinking all of her drink in one go, pushing it at the bartender nodding her head to signal she wanted more. "Sir, could you please give me the bottle, I'll pay in full, you know who's tab to put it on." She told him, as she was a regular here. She glanced over at Fred, her heart shattering a little bit more, as he danced with the one women of his she disliked the most in the most provocative way, as though there was really nothing left to shatter in her heart. Returning her look at Chrollo, his eyes were fixated on Fred now, and she saw the eyes in which she loved, truly turn dark and mischievous. As if Fred could feel the darkness staring at him, his eyes went to Chrollo's, then his wife. A rise of jealousy and anger rose, but he looked away and would address this later on, also since he was entertained very much so with the woman before him.
"So... I'm guessing that's your husband, Rose?" Chrollo asked, looking back at her. "He's a fool." Chrollo stated right after, almost done with his wine and the bartender pouring more. Rose looked at Chrollo, knowing he is one of the smartest people on earth In her eyes, realizing he had everything figured out within a few minutes. She never knew why, but she was always rather emotional when it came to talking about problems with Chrollo. Maybe it was a deep connection, or just the way he made her feel. A tear rolled down as she looked away for a moment, wiping it away. Checking in on her sister when she did so, she was having a blast dancing with a boy her age.
"Yeah, uh... I guess you could say things weren't supposed to end like this... Enough about me. I've missed you, you know I did ask you a question Chrollo." Rose replied, her voice quivering a bit but was worse as she tried to cover it up. But Chrollo was just watching her, he could tell she was quite nervous and broken, drinking her third heavily filled cup. He hadn't seen her quite like this. If Chrollo could feel anything close to caring, it would be for her. And of course his troupe. And to him, it only felt like maybe a year or two since he saw her. So much had happened since then.
"Mm... You are changing the subject. However, I won't mind answering if you tell me the answers to my questions." Chrollo slithering his words, just staring at her. She knew that was his thing. She simply nodded staring back at him, before downing another drink. "Perfect. Well, I've been with you know who, we've been quite busy. And as for the time apart, I never actually realized it had been that long.." he stated truthfully. But soon stated something that would shock her. "I do, however, know your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it? Did you ever get the letters I sent you?" Maybe this is why Chrollo always had a place in her heart. She did receive them all, but was only ever able to send him one for his birthday. Except, she was unable to this year due to her and Fred's issues, she couldn't leave the mansion for a week almost, she was beaten every time, however Fred caught notice of her and Chrollo's letters, becoming more and more furious each year. She cried for quite a while that she could not write her friend a happy birthday letter.
"You are correct, as always. I'm surprised you remember. You always did have a sharp mind." Rose said in a tipsy voice, a smile tugging on her plump lips. "Don't think I've forgotten yours either.. I'm sorry I couldn't write back a couple weeks ago, but.. happy belated birthday Chrollo." She said, opening up the slightest, giving him a hug with one arm and setting down her dead on his shoulder. Chrollo knew he could get information he didn't need, but wanted to know... And as for Rose, tipsy and all, usually she knew Chrollo came with a motive, and If he didn't, he would soon find one. She could tell something peaked his interest. But was unclear on what.
"Well, I'm assuming he wouldn't let you write me back, it's not your fault. I knew you would have, you do every year.. thank you." Chrollo smiled, as she recoiled back to her original position In her seat. "So, Rose, be a dear, and please tell me what's been going on?.."
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A/N thank you so much for reading. Hopefully it's not to terrible, but I am going to keep writing since Chrollo is daddy and I love him. Lol. Hope you liked it and like I said in the description, please be advised there is substance abuse and domestic abuse. Don't worry, I have something planned and Fred will get was he deserves. Thank you so much for reading! Also I took this from my wattpad, so honestly the typos will be fixed. Eventually!
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Title: Sweet Sensations
Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Rating: Explicit
Words: 4027
Warnings: No warnings just a lot of smut
Summary: Peter and Tony try sensation play for the first time. The results are very successful.
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This is my sensation play fill for @starkerfestivals summer bingo! My card is at the very end.
Peter gasps slightly when he feels the cold press against his nipple. He figures it must be an ice cube, he can feel the cold drip of it melting against his arousal heated skin. Peter is currently blindfolded, it was Tony's idea originally, to try some sort of sensory deprivation in the bedroom. They had both thought that Peter's spidey sense would pick up the slack, but as it turned out because Peter felt safe around Tony, his extra sense wasn't triggered because it didn't detect any danger. The discovery delighted Tony and it was how they found themselves in the situation they were in. With Peter naked and blindfolded in bed and Tony with an array of items unknown to Peter, for Tony to surprise Peter's senses.
Tony holds the cube to Peter's nipple before slowly dragging it in circles, chilling Peter's chest. The ice cube is taken away and is suddenly replaced with warm lips and a hot tongue flicking at the sensitized flesh. The sudden warmth after the cold treatment draws a groan out of Peter while Tony continues to suck and lick at Peter's skin. With all of his focus directed at Tony's mouth on him, Peter isn't ready for the ice Tony brings to his other nipple and he arches against the sensation. This nipple is given the same treatment with the ice and Tony gives a soft bite to the current one before moving to heat up the cold he left behind on the second. Both of Peter's nipples are now stiff from the attention, his cock even moreso. He hadn't expected this to be as arousing as it was, but from the moment the blindfold was on Peter had started to get hard, the thought of not knowing what feelings Tony would bring to him, but trusting him to make it good had Peter turned on beyond belief.
Peter felt a puff of warm air ghost his chest as Tony exhaled and Peter shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin. It was strange to not have use of his sight or his signature sixth sense, but it was nothing short of exhilarating. Peter’s abs flinched when he felt the cold cube, now much smaller from melting, placed in the center of his abdomen. It slid down to his belly button where it came to rest in the divot of his skin, slowly melting. Peter felt Tony shifting on the bed and soon after he felt his lover's tongue follow the path the ice took, licking up the droplets left on Peter’s warm skin. Tony’s tongue felt like fire in contrast to the ice and the clashing feelings lit up Peter’s nerves deliciously. Tony’s tongue made its way down to Peter’s naval, lapping up the small pool of water left from the melted cube. Peter wouldn’t think Tony licking his belly button could have been sexy in any other context but with Peter forced to only feel what is happening with no way to know what Tony will do next, it's an extremely sensual experience.
Peter feels the bed shift again and can feel that Tony is now sitting up. When he speaks it startles Peter a small bit since it has been nearly silent aside from their breathing. “Enjoying yourself?” Tony’s voice is soft and even though Peter can’t see, he knows that Tony is staring down at him, searching for any sign of discomfort or unsatisfaction in him. Over their time together Peter has learned that Tony is an extremely attentive partner in bed, always making sure Peter is content with what is happening. He was adamant to establish a color-coded safeword system in play for even the most vanilla of their sex. Peter couldn’t possibly love the man any more if he tried.
Peter nods, “Yeah. It's a… different feeling. But I like it; it’s exciting.” He hears Tony hum softly, seemingly satisfied with Peter’s response.
“Are you ready to try some of the other things?” Tony asks, once again checking in. He’s referring to a collection of items that have been purposely not revealed to Peter. They’re meant to be a surprise, not for Peter to know, only feel. He doesn’t have any idea what could be in Tony’s arsenal. Ice, obviously. Perhaps candles? Peter knows of wax play, although they’ve never done it, but it seems like something that would fit under the sensation play umbrella. Other than that he’s unsure what could be waiting for him, but he’s very excited to find out.
“Yeah, I want to try them. Green.” Peter throws out his color even though Tony didn’t ask, to show Tony that he’s definitely ready and the man doesn’t have to worry. It works because Tony gives a quick affirmative and the bed shifts, probably Tony deciding what object to use on Peter. Even with Peter’s enhanced hearing, he isn’t getting any helpful clues yet, just the quiet creak of the bedsprings as Tony moves. Everything is still and silent for a few moments, Tony must be trying to build up the tension and it’s definitely working. Eventually, Peter feels something extremely soft graze his chest. At first, he’s confused, when Tony had brought up sensation play soft and gentle isn’t what came to Peter’s mind. But the soft, light object is dragged gently over him again, brushing his still sensitive nipples. It's quite pleasant honestly, with the object barely touching him, his body strains to feel what it is.
It's dragged down over his stomach and thighs, dancing softly over his skin. The light touches make his skin tingle pleasantly wherever it touches and Peter decides it feels like one of those feathery cat toys on a stick. Tony directs the feathers down to Peter’s inner thigh and he sucks in a breath, parting his legs a little more. There's a soft chuckle above him and the soft toy is oh so lightly grazed over Peter’s cock. The barely-there touch feels so different than a hand or a mouth on him and Peter lets a small noise slip past his lips. Peter wants more and Tony obliges, trailing the softness along the shaft of Peter from base to tip and Peter bucks his hips up slightly to chase the feeling. “Ah ah ah!” Tony’s voice chastises as the feathers are pulled away. “You take what I give you alright?” There’s no anger in his tone but it is commanding and Peter is eager to listen, trusting Tony to make this an enjoyable experience.
Peter nods and hums an “mhm” and Tony resumes where he left off, returning the feathery object, moving it along Peter’s cock, tracing the length up and down. He takes it lower brushing Peter’s balls and grazing along the beginnings of his ass before returning upwards. Tony directs the toy in soft patterns and circles, bringing Peter’s skin alive. Methodically tracing along Peter’s stomach, thighs, and cock as Peter soaks up the attention. After a while, it seems that Tony is satisfied to move on from the toy, as it is taken away from Peter’s skin and the bed shifts again with Tony’s movement which Peter assumes to be Tony choosing their next item.
There is some rustling, most likely tony rummaging through his line up. Peter hears something like a bottle being opened and immediately Peter’s nose picks up a scent. Lavender? The smell grows stronger and it sounds like Tony is rubbing his hands together. Peter is fully perplexed, but then Tony’s hands are on Peter’s shoulders, pressing and massaging into his skin. Whatever Tony put on his hands is warm and the scent is strong but not overwhelming. It feels good but Peter is confused, he thought that maybe Tony was just going easy on him with the first few choices but he expected the intensity to ramp up. This was all so gentle. “Tony?” Peter called out softly.
Tony’s hands immediately stopped their ministrations. “What’s wrong Pete? You okay?” Tony asked, worry evident in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Too fine actually, that's the problem,” Peter confessed a bit awkwardly. “I-I thought you were just starting off slow with the feathery thingy but now you’re just massaging me… I thought this sensation stuff would be uh, harder?” Peter wasn’t sure how to put things. He supposed he expected pain of some sort. Like hot wax or spanking tools. “Not that this isn’t good!” Peter added on. “It’s definitely good.” Peter could feel the worried tension leave Tony and heard a sound of realization come from him.
“Peter the sensations don’t have to be extreme or painful,” Tony replied. “I mean they can be but that’s not the main goal here. When you can’t see, everything you feel is amplified. Even just me using my hands,” Peter felt Tony’s fingernails barely graze along his side, “can create a sensory experience.” Tony was right. Just the simple touch caused Peter’s nerves to fire in amazing ways. “And not knowing what is coming or when makes it even more intense,” Tony finished off. As the last word left his lips there was a sudden pinch and twist to Peter’s left nipple and he wasn’t prepared for it at all, letting out an embarrassing squeak. “Like that,” Tony chuckled.
Peter pouted at the teasing but he understood now. “Okay. I get it. What other things do you have then?” Peter tried to get away with the question. But of course he didn’t get past Tony.
“Nuh-uh,” Tony shot him down. “That’s for me to know and you to feel. Am I okay to continue with the massage?” You couldn’t blame a guy for trying.
“Yeah, green.” Peter gave the go-ahead and as soon as he did Tony’s hands were back to work on his shoulders, rubbing in the lavender scented concoction. Peter supposed it was scented on purpose to add to the sensory experience, touch wasn’t the only sense after all and the smell was quite calming. Tony’s hands worked along Peter’s arms and over his chest and down his abs, covering Peter in the smell as he went along. Peter felt Tony lean over him and then there was his hot breath against his neck for a moment before lips touched his skin. Peter hummed low in his throat, content. Tony kissed and sucked and licked at his neck, no doubt leaving marks behind, as his hands now worked into Peter’s thighs. One of Tony’s hands left Peter’s thigh in favor of forming a loose fist around his cock instead. Peter gave a relieved moan but didn’t thrust up into the hand, heading Tony’s earlier warning.
It was the right choice because he was rewarded with a praising “That’s it sweetheart,” and the hand around him pumps his cock a few times causing pleasure to boil in Peter’s gut before Tony lets go. “I think you’re oiled up enough now. What next… what next?” Tony spoke more to himself than to Peter. But Peter was excited for what Tony would use on him next. From the side of the bed, he heard something metallic but that didn’t help Peter in guessing at what it was, it could be anything really. He would just have to wait and see, or rather wait and feel.
The touch comes on his arm; it's cold and definitely metal. It feels like a few spikes but they’re not painful. The metallic object starts to move and it rolls down Peter’s arm. It feels something like a spiked pinwheel. Definitely not a toy Peter was aware they had. Tony rolls it all along Peter’s arms and over his chest. It's not particularly pleasant but definitely not bad, just an interesting feeling and it tickles a bit where Peter is more sensitive. When it's rolled across his stomach Peter almost laughs at the sensation, squirming because it tickles. Tony uses the toy on Peter’s thighs but it is kept away from his cock which Peter is thankful for, doubting that it would feel all that great. The metal wheel is directed all around the expanse of Peter’s chest and stomach in looping patterns.
Peter feels Tony shift and a moment later lips are pressed against his own. He makes a happy surprised sound and eagerly goes to return the kiss. But when Tony’s tongue invades his mouth there’s something else with it and the taste of chocolate stains his tongue. Tony pulls away leaving Peter with the small chocolate square which he eats happily. “What was that for?” he questions, amused.
“Taste is a sense as well, my love,” Tony replies simply as the spikey wheel is returned to Peter’s chest and ran in a small circle surrounding a nipple.
Peter hadn’t even considered his sense of taste in all this but Tony was right. “Hmm... well can I have more?” He asked hopefully.
If Peter could see he probably would have seen Tony roll his eyes as he responds with a sarcastic, “Anything for my darling.” But in the end, Peter does get what he wanted as another piece is pressed to his lips, which he quickly devours. There’s a small clink which seems to be Tony putting away the metal toy which means soon there will be a new thing for Tony to try on Peter.
Peter hones his hearing in on what Tony is doing, hearing a few soft thuds as objects are sat on their bedside table. After a pause there’s some rustling and then a scraping sound that is undoubtedly a match being lit. Peter’s earlier thought about wax must have been correct. He’s a bit nervous since they’ve never dabbled with waxplay before and Peter’s only experience with wax was when he spilled a wax burning air freshener all over his hand and it was not fun in the slightest. That’s when Tony speaks up, “Since the sound probably gave it away anyway, I’ll give you a heads up on this one. I’m going to drip candle wax on you. But they’re candles specifically made for this sort of thing. The wax doesn’t get as hot as regular candles so it won’t burn you. But I still need you to tell me if it's too much. Okay, Peter?”
Tony’s explanation definitely put Peter at ease and he nods, “Okay, I will.” It’s still a little scary but he trusts Tony to be careful and know what he’s doing.
“Good boy,” Tony praises, and Peter can’t help but smile, always soaking up every compliment from Tony. There’s some movement and Peter waits with bated breath for the wax to fall on his body. The drop finally comes landing in the middle of his chest and Peter lets out a hissing sound. There’s only an instance of white hot before the wax immediately cools and hardens. It startles Peter more than it hurts and now that he knows what to expect the following drips won’t be as scary. “Is it too much?” comes Tony’s concerned voice.
“No. Mostly just startled me is all,” Peter explains, “You can do more.”
“Okay, the higher I drip it from the cooler it will be so if it does get too hot tell me and I can increase the height.” Peter agrees again, assuring Tony he’ll tell him and soon after there’s another hot drop of wax, this time landing on his pec. He jumps a bit, but the heat only lasts a short moment. It’s thrilling not knowing when or where it will be next and Peter does his best to keep his body relaxed. Just as he’s taking a deep breath in, there come multiple drops in quick succession making a line from his chest down to his stomach. By the time the next one falls the previous is already cooling and it causes Peter a full body shiver of pleasure. Tony continues, varying the amount that falls at a time, sometimes making Peter wait for what feels like forever between drips and sometimes pouring a whole fantastically burning line of pleasure over Peter’s skin. Peter can tell that his nipples are specifically avoided, Tony apparently deeming them too delicate for the hot wax.
It's one of the times when Tony is making him wait longer, amping up the tension, when suddenly a hot drop lands on Peter’s thigh and he moans out, caught off guard. The melted wax manages to drip partly down his thigh before it hardens and Peter absolutely loves it. “Do that again,” he breathes out without even thinking and he swears he can almost hear Tony’s shit eating grin. But more wax comes, poured over both of Peter’s thighs, the rolling heat feeling amazing on his soft skin. Peter making quiet sounds of pleasure as his thighs are covered nearly from groin to knee. Peter’s cock, despite not having been touched recently, is hard and leaking.
Eventually Tony’s voice speaks up and pulls Peter out of his pleasure hazy thoughts, “As much as I love those sounds you’re making and how blissed out you look, my candle is almost gone and you’re nearly out of space for wax. But I take it this is something you’d like to do again, hm?”
“Oh god, yes!” Peter replies immediately, “I love it.” This is definitely something Peter wants to do again and it seems like a type of play that has lots of potential as well as something Tony apparently knows a lot about. But for right now Peter is turned on and hard as hell and god he wants to cum. It feels like they’ve been at this forever, and while Peter has enjoyed every moment of it he feels like he might go crazy if he doesn’t get to cum soon after all this teasing and stimulation.
Peter has no idea how much more Tony has planned but he can hear him retrieving another item. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Tony promises. “I think you’ll love this too…” he says with a mischief in his voice that has Peter on edge wondering what he could be referring to. There’s a click followed by a quiet buzzing sound and before Peter’s brain even processes what the sound is the vibrator is pressed to the underside of his near painfully erect cock.
Peter recognizes the shape, it's the wand vibrator, they haven’t used it often but it's much more powerful than the dildo vibes they own. He doesn’t have a chance of holding back the loud moan that erupts from his throat. “Oh god, fuck, Tony!” Peter cries out, “Oh fuck…” Tony doesn’t let up at all and the vibrator is firmly held against Peter even as he squirms. Constant zaps of pleasure course through Peter’s cock and his stomach muscles spasm. Moans and ‘ah ah’s spill from Peter’s lips. Tony’s voice speaks what Peter assumes is either dirty talk or praise, probably both, but Peter’s brain is too focused on the vibe assaulting his cock in the best way possible to hear the words. The vibrator is slowly dragged up the length of Peter’s cock before being pressed to the head and Peter nearly screams. The powerful vibrations are too much for the sensitive tip, edging near painful but luckily Tony takes mercy and moves it back downwards, tracing the prominent vein along Peter’s shaft.
The vibrations continue downward until Tony has the wand working on Peter’s balls giving his cock a chance to calm down. Peter’s cock twitches and leaks precum onto his stomach. The breather is short lived because moments later the vibe is back on Peter’s cock and he can feel his long awaited orgasm building fast. “Tonyyy… Fuck- I’m gonna cum soon if you keep d-doing this” Peter warns breathlessly as the coil in his stomach winds tighter. He rocks his hips unconsciously, rutting against the vibrations.
“Oh that’s the goal sweetheart,” comes Tony’s voice followed by a short laugh. Peter groans as the vibrations are kicked up a setting sending another wave of pleasure coursing through his body and his thighs begin to tremble. He’s not going to last much longer under the onslaught and they both know it. There’s some shifting and suddenly there are lips wrapped around the tip of Peter’s cock followed by a tongue against his slit but the tongue is cold, Tony must have been sucking on ice, and the shock of the cold combined with the vibrations and Tony’s expert mouth has Peter spilling over in seconds. With a broken cry of his lover’s name Peter is cumming hard onto Tony’s tongue, the vibrator still pressed to his cock, drawing out his orgasm even longer. Despite Peter being blindfolded, he’s seeing stars burst behind his eyelids. The aftershocks wrack Peter’s body as the vibrations milk his cock of all the extra spurts of cum.
Eventually Peter’s body lets go of all its tension and he lays limp back on the pillows trying to catch his breath. Tony pulls off of Peter with an obscene wet sound but the vibrations are still pulsing at his cock, now painful, too overstimulating, and Peter pleads at Tony to stop. “Enough. Please, enough.” Thankfully Tony immediately pulls back the toy and the buzzing is silenced. The bed dips and suddenly Tony’s mouth is on Peter’s with Tony’s tongue invading his mouth, this time not tasting of chocolate but of Peter’s own cum and he groans into the kiss, his tongue seeking out his own bitter taste.
By the time Tony pulls back Peter is left breathless. He can feel Tony’s hands on his face and the blindfold is pushed off of his eyes. Peter opens them slowly blinking, adjusting to the light before Tony’s face above him comes into focus. Tony grins wide, “There’s my boy, you took everything so well for me.”
Peter can feel his cheeks heat up at the praise. “That was fun… I liked it. A lot,” he admits with a shy smile.
“Mmm I could tell,” Tony responds smugly. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Peter just rolls his eyes but can’t hide his grin. He stretches his limbs a bit and can feel the wax pull at his skin. “God I’m wiped but this wax is probably gonna take forever to get off.”
“Actually the oil makes the wax easy to peel off. That’s why I oiled you up beforehand,” Tony responds. The man really is always prepared when it comes to sex and sure enough when Tony picks at a section of the hardened wax on Peter’s chest it comes off easily. It only takes a couple minutes before Peter is free of wax and he sits up. Tony hands him a water bottle instructing him to hydrate himself and Peter greedily sucks down half the bottle in one go. Meanwhile Tony wipes down Peter’s body with wet wipes. Peter always hates having to get up and shower right after sex but Tony insists they clean up, so this is their compromise.
Once that is done Peter’s eyes wander over the box on the bedside table. He tries to peer inside to get a look at what other things could be in the box but Tony catches him and quickly shuts it. “Oh no!” He exclaims, “No peeking. There are still plenty of secrets in there for next time.”
Peter almost pouts at being denied, but he perks up at the mention of a next time. “Fine,” he concedes. Tony hands him a pack of peanut butter crackers that they keep stored in the bedroom for Peter to snack on since his enhanced metabolism often leaves him hungry after sex. Tony strips down and rejoins Peter on the bed grabbing the remote to turn on the tv and starts the next episode of the show they’re currently binging.
Peter snuggles happily against Tony’s side as he nibbles at his crackers and settles down for their show. “We can relax for now but you definitely need a shower later,” Tony reminds Peter. And Peter doesn’t complain because their showers usually lead to a round two and Peter is looking forward to returning the favor of his mind blowing orgasm.
(I’m not really going for a bingo, I’m just doing whatever prompts I think are interesting)
#starker#starkerfestivalsevents#starker fic#tony stark x peter parker#peter parker x tony stark#tony stark/peter parker#peter parker/tony stark
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