you guys loved the Parker version, and Iâm here to talk about one more underappreciated guy. Tony being how he is, this is a lot more nsfw focused
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! Minors DNI
even before your actual relationship started, Tony is already very touchy and flirty. heâs almost the stereotypical construction worker, but his attention is on everyone, not just young women.
heâd wrap a hand around your shoulders, compliment your figure and muscles quite openly: ânice biceps, man⊠bet those can crush a fella.â and the line between when heâs just being himself and is actually hitting on you blurs eventuallyâŠ
when you two are officially together though, that just turns up everything he did before to 11. Tony needs to have an arm around you in any way possible, no matter where you are and whoâs around.
will also be very, very giddy if you do the same for him. if you have an arm around his waist, heâll lean back into it, savouring the feeling on his skin. if you wrap and arm around his shoulder, Tony immediately takes it as a sign to get even closer to you, no matter if thatâs even physically possible.
kisses you all the time. doesnât matter if itâs a small peck or a full-on French kiss, doesnât matter if people (or like⊠objects) are watching. matter of fact, even better if. itâs like he has a timer in his body that runs out and when it does, he needs to taste you.
speaking of tasting youâŠ
loves, loves loves sucking your dick. he knows heâs the throat goat and likes it even more when you get all gaspy because of his mouth and tongue on you.
Tony adores messy sex, public sex, clothed, naked, standing, laying, short, long, loud, quiet, in the bathroom, in the library, at movies or your momâs apartment⊠literally anything you name and that man is into it.
but coming back to it, Tony also loves making a mess of you, with anything he can. whether heâs on his knees in front of you in the closet where he dwells, his hand down your boxers when youâre busy with something else (or youâre trying to be), or heâs teasing you slowly when you have all the time in the world, he loves bringing you to the edge.
exactly, edging. such a fucking tease, Tony loves when youâre getting overwhelmed because of him, and then holding you in that state of almost there⊠hearing your moans, seeing you buck into his hand, fuck, he can cum just from that.
same goes for role reversal, if you leave him on edge for hours, Tonyâs legs will shake and tremble as his moans mixed with laughs. he loves when you do it though, donât be mistaken.
I think he just thoroughly enjoys the push and pull, the teasing aspect of everything that has to do with sex. he likes getting you turned on slightly and slowly, especially when he knows you canât do anything about it.
basically, the type of guy who takes off his shirt while you two are working and is wiping sweat from his face with it, breathing heavily as he does so, commenting something about how âwow, weatherâs nuts todayâŠâ and donât get me started on the tool innuendos: âseems I forgot my longest screwdriver today⊠[name], yours is really⊠really big⊠can I have it?â
when it comes to penetration, I think heâs mostly used to topping and bottoming can be a bit unfamiliar territory for him. heâs a little afraid of losing control, so Tony will only ever exclusively ride you into the mattress. although donât you worry, despite having very little prior experience, heâs very good at it.
Tony would squeeze down on you as he smirked, watching you throw your head back while he slowly and teasingly rides it. âmm, youâre so lucky, sweetheart.. my apertureâs barely been used, feels nice when itâs a tight fit, yeah?â
He also loves groping your clothed ass or cock just pretty much any time heâs horny. and I mean groping groping, he will squeeze it and roll his big hands around it, breathing heavily as heâs biting his lip, looking at the fabric mold under his fingers.
compliments you on your size constantly, especially if he knows youâre insecure about it. âsuch a huge metal rod you got there, [name]⊠whatâcha planning on building?â ; âhuge shoulders, structurally sound⊠fuck, how lucky am I to have such a man?â
Looking forward to: watching more Race to the Edge
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Last song: The Real Slim Shady by Eminem I think - or Parents by Yungblud
Favorite colour - Purple
Last Movie- Footsteps in the Fog (black and white bc I am currently sans smart TV and therefore ggeet little choice in the matter - it was great fun tho)
Last TV show - does house of games count?
Sweet/spicy/savoury - sour. (or sweet)
Relationship - single (hell yeah)
Last thing I googled - London borough knowledge school (don't ask)
Latest obsession - enjolras and R.
Looking forward to- Hadestown in the west end tonight!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for the tag!
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updated this!! cus idk seems fun to see how i changed a bit
Last song: bungalowland by scary bitches
Fav color: blue
Last movie: the wrath of becky
Last tv show: south park/solar opposites (not quite sure)
Sweet spicy savory: spicy
Relationship: single
Last google: srebrne svirale
Latest obsession: bliss smp, unsolved mysteries, bizarre websites, goth clothing (ive been goth for a while but i couldnt dress goth bc i didnt know where to find clothes.. started thrifting and found some stuff :3), mikey way, tina winter
Looking forward to: starting to learn digital marketing, improving my art and makeup skills, buying minecraft java edition cus bedrock isnt for me T.T, looking more masculine, shortening and dying my hair
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
Looking forward to: watching more Race to the Edge
@mairon-goth-minion @rainystarssx @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus @yesiamprocrastinating @blueberry0409 @guess1mjustheren0w and anyone else who wants to join
Last song: The Real Slim Shady by Eminem I think - or Parents by Yungblud
Favorite colour - Purple
Last Movie- Footsteps in the Fog (black and white bc I am currently sans smart TV and therefore ggeet little choice in the matter - it was great fun tho)
Last TV show - does house of games count?
Sweet/spicy/savoury - sour. (or sweet)
Relationship - single (hell yeah)
Last thing I googled - London borough knowledge school (don't ask)
Latest obsession - enjolras and R.
Looking forward to- Hadestown in the west end tonight!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for the tag!
@thee-silly-0ne @theonethatburned @permetutotheworld @cossie-fauchelevant @not3catsinatrenchcoat @nocompromise-noregrets and anyone else - sorry if I forgot anyone also
â NOTEâshorter than my usual hcs so sorry about that, you didn't specify if you wanted hcs or a oneshot so I did hcs, my friend helped me write this because I had writers block â â ËâĄ
âčââĄâ DYNAMIC
Jinx loves that youâre just as unpredictable as she is. Youâre the only one who can keep up with her wild mood swings, her constant need for stimulation. Some days, youâre the instigator, other days, youâre the calm in her storm, your dark humor grounding her when her mind spirals.
You both feed off each otherâs energy, and while itâs exhilarating, itâs also dangerous. There are nights when the mayhem gets too big, too loud, and youâre left sitting in the wreckage together, your laughter echoing hollowly.
Sheâs the only one who gets your jokesâeven the really twisted onesâand youâre the only one who can make her laugh until tears stream down her face.
âčââĄâ PROTECTIVENESS
Jinx might seem carefree, but when it comes to you, sheâs hyper-aware of every potential threat. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, sheâs got her finger on the trigger, ready to blow them away.
You find it hilarious, of course, playing up the drama just to watch her fume. âOh no, Jinx, they might have insulted my hat. Guess Iâll have to fight them at dawn!â She groans, but you catch the flicker of relief in her eyes when you dismiss the situation with a wave of your hand.
She loves that you can hold your own, though. Youâre not afraid to throw yourself into danger, laughing all the while. It terrifies her, but it also makes her heart race in a way she canât explain.
âčââĄâ LOVE
Romance, for the two of you, is as unconventional as everything else. Grand gestures are your specialty: a trail of fireworks leading her to a rooftop picnic, a glitter bomb âpresentâ with a heartfelt message scrawled inside, or a shared moment of laughter as you dangle off a building together after a particularly daring escape.
Jinxâs affection is more physicalâwrapping herself around you like a vine, draping herself across your lap, or tangling her fingers in your hair while you ramble about your latest idea for chaos.
She makes you gadgets: a jack-in-the-box grenade with your favorite color scheme, a pair of goggles with lenses shaped like hearts. She doesnât say much when she hands them to you, but the way her fingers linger on yours speaks volumes.
Once again posting that if you voted for the party doing Nazi salutes on stage you are not welcome on my blog. Donât read my fics. Donât engage with my posts. I actively dislike you, and you are not welcome in the space Iâve created.
â NOTEâim glad you thought the hcs were accurate!! My friend helped me with them so I can't take all the credit :3, short oneshot because writers block is getting to me â â ËâĄ
Thereâs blood under your nails again.
Not your blood, at least not this time. Someone elseâs. A little too much of it, if the stiff, drying patches on your gloves are anything to go by. You peel them off, shoving them deep into the bag slung over your shoulder, before the dripping from your wrist can leave a trail on Caitlynâs spotless floorboards. Sheâd have a fit if she saw the mess you were dragging into her home againâno, not home, safehouse. Thatâs what she called it when she shoved the key into your hand a few months ago. âFor emergencies,â sheâd said.
Caitlyn had known better than to ask how long youâd been running by then. Long enough that you stopped counting.
Youâre halfway through shrugging out of your coat when the front door clicks open.
The instinct to bolt hits you hard, years of surviving on quick reflexes tightening your muscles. But the sharp edge of the voice that follows pulls you back from the brink.
âRelax. Just us.â
Vi.
You donât turn. You donât need to. Youâd know that voice anywhereâthe gruff rasp of it, like sheâs always a little winded, as if her fights havenât quite let her go yet. Itâs comforting, in a way.
You glance over your shoulder anyway, long enough to catch her stepping through the doorway, Caitlyn right on her heels.
Theyâre still wearing their uniforms. The sight of Caitlyn in hersâcrisp, formal, perfectâmakes you flinch, even now. The cuffs hooked at her belt glint under the low light of the chandelier, a sharp reminder of how close this whole thing comes to falling apart every single time you see them.
They are falling apart, you think. All three of you.
Caitlyn shuts the door behind them, her eyes already scanning the room. âYouâre hurt,â she says, her voice dipping into that soft, precise tone she saves for when sheâs trying not to sound concerned. It doesnât work.
âNot my blood,â you mutter.
That earns you a sharp look from Vi. âYou shouldnât even be here. You know what theyâre saying about you up in Piltover, right? Enforcers are pulling double shifts trying to track you down.â
âAs if I didnât notice,â you shoot back, your mouth twitching with something too bitter to be called a smile. âYou think I want to be here? I donât exactly have a lot of options right now.â
Itâs a weak excuse, and all three of you know it.
You hadnât had to come here at all. You couldâve run further. Stayed in Zaun, burrowed into some forgotten hole until things cooled off. But you didnât. You came hereâtheir apartment, in Piltover of all placesâand Viâs scowl makes it obvious what she thinks of that decision.
But Caitlyn, true to form, softens before Vi does. She crosses the room, her long legs eating up the distance between you in a few steps. Her hand brushes your arm, light as a whisper, before moving up to tilt your chin so she can look at you properly.
Your mouth opensâsome weak protest forming on your lipsâbut it dies when she meets your eyes.
âYouâre lucky,â Caitlyn murmurs, her gaze trailing over your face like sheâs cataloging every bruise, every scrape, every wrong thing she canât fix. Her lips purse just slightly, a soft, worried quirk. âThereâs a warrant with your name on it and your face sketched right at the top. If anyone else had caught you tonightââ
âThey didnât,â you interrupt. You force yourself to hold her stare. âAnd they wonât.â
Itâs bold. Reckless, even. You know better than to make promises like that.
Behind Caitlyn, Vi scoffs. âBold talk, coming from someone hiding in our apartment right now.â
Caitlynâs fingers twitch on your chin, her thumb brushing just under your jaw. You see it in her faceâthe conflict, the silent battle between her sense of duty and something deeper, something softer. You wonder if she knows you see it, if she realizes how much you hate yourself for putting her through this.
âYou canât stay here,â Caitlyn says finally, stepping back. Her voice is gentler now, but firm. âNot long-term.â
âLike I donât already know that,â you mutter.
Vi moves closer, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her presence is a weighty thing, solid and grounding. Where Caitlyn is cool precision, Vi is something rawer, something that cuts sharper and bleeds deeper. âTheyâll find you eventually, Y/N. If you keep coming back here, weâre all screwed.â
âAnd what do you want me to do, huh?â you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. âKeep running? Go to Zaun? You think Iâll last a week down there with Silcoâs people crawling all over the place?â
Silence. Thick and suffocating.
Vi doesnât answer, and Caitlyn doesnât meet your eyes.
For a long moment, it feels like all of you are drowning.
Then, finally, Caitlyn sighs. The sound is soft, but it carries the weight of a decision she doesnât want to make. She looks at Vi, and something unspoken passes between them.
âFine,â Caitlyn says, her voice tight. âYou can stay. But just for the night.â
You swallow, the tension in your chest loosening just a fraction. âThanks.â
Viâs eyes narrow, but she doesnât argue. She just pushes off the wall, coming to stand next to Caitlyn. âYou better not make us regret this.â
For the first time tonight, you feel something almost like relief. Itâs fragile and fleeting, but itâs there.
Caitlyn moves first, gently tugging you toward the couch. âSit. Let me clean you up.â