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you guys loved the Parker version, and I’m 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. he’s almost the stereotypical construction worker, but his attention is on everyone, not just young women.
he’d wrap a hand around your shoulders, compliment your figure and muscles quite openly: “nice biceps, man… bet those can crush a fella.” and the line between when he’s just being himself and is actually hitting on you blurs eventually…
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 who’s around.
will also be very, very giddy if you do the same for him. if you have an arm around his waist, he’ll 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 that’s even physically possible.
kisses you all the time. doesn’t matter if it’s a small peck or a full-on French kiss, doesn’t matter if people (or like… objects) are watching. matter of fact, even better if. it’s like he has a timer in his body that runs out and when it does, he needs to taste you.
speaking of tasting you…
loves, loves loves sucking your dick. he knows he’s 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 mom’s 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 he’s on his knees in front of you in the closet where he dwells, his hand down your boxers when you’re busy with something else (or you’re trying to be), or he’s 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 you’re 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, Tony’s legs will shake and tremble as his moans mixed with laughs. he loves when you do it though, don’t 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 can’t 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 “wow, weather’s nuts today…” and don’t get me started on the tool innuendos: “seems I forgot my longest screwdriver today… [name], yours is really… really big… can I have it?”
when it comes to penetration, I think he’s mostly used to topping and bottoming can be a bit unfamiliar territory for him. he’s a little afraid of losing control, so Tony will only ever exclusively ride you into the mattress. although don’t you worry, despite having very little prior experience, he’s 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. “mm, you’re so lucky, sweetheart.. my aperture’s barely been used, feels nice when it’s a tight fit, yeah?”
He also loves groping your clothed ass or cock just pretty much any time he’s horny. and I mean groping groping, he will squeeze it and roll his big hands around it, breathing heavily as he’s biting his lip, looking at the fabric mold under his fingers.
compliments you on your size constantly, especially if he knows you’re insecure about it. “such a huge metal rod you got there, [name]… what’cha planning on building?” ; “huge shoulders, structurally sound… fuck, how lucky am I to have such a man?”
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
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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
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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
⌗ NOTE┆shorter 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 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
⊹₊⟡⋆ DYNAMIC
Jinx loves that you’re just as unpredictable as she is. You’re the only one who can keep up with her wild mood swings, her constant need for stimulation. Some days, you’re the instigator, other days, you’re the calm in her storm, your dark humor grounding her when her mind spirals.
You both feed off each other’s energy, and while it’s exhilarating, it’s also dangerous. There are nights when the mayhem gets too big, too loud, and you’re left sitting in the wreckage together, your laughter echoing hollowly.
She’s the only one who gets your jokes—even the really twisted ones—and you’re the only one who can make her laugh until tears stream down her face.
⊹₊⟡⋆ PROTECTIVENESS
Jinx might seem carefree, but when it comes to you, she’s hyper-aware of every potential threat. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, she’s 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. “Oh no, Jinx, they might have insulted my hat. Guess I’ll have to fight them at dawn!” 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. You’re 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 can’t explain.
⊹₊⟡⋆ 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 “present” with a heartfelt message scrawled inside, or a shared moment of laughter as you dangle off a building together after a particularly daring escape.
Jinx’s affection is more physical—wrapping 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 doesn’t 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. Don’t read my fics. Don’t engage with my posts. I actively dislike you, and you are not welcome in the space I’ve created.
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⌗ NOTE┆im 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 ★ ₊ ˚⟡
There’s blood under your nails again.
Not your blood, at least not this time. Someone else’s. 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 Caitlyn’s spotless floorboards. She’d have a fit if she saw the mess you were dragging into her home again—no, not home, safehouse. That’s what she called it when she shoved the key into your hand a few months ago. “For emergencies,” she’d said.
Caitlyn had known better than to ask how long you’d been running by then. Long enough that you stopped counting.
You’re 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.
“Relax. Just us.”
Vi.
You don’t turn. You don’t need to. You’d know that voice anywhere—the gruff rasp of it, like she’s always a little winded, as if her fights haven’t quite let her go yet. It’s comforting, in a way.
You glance over your shoulder anyway, long enough to catch her stepping through the doorway, Caitlyn right on her heels.
They’re still wearing their uniforms. The sight of Caitlyn in hers—crisp, formal, perfect—makes 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. “You’re hurt,” she says, her voice dipping into that soft, precise tone she saves for when she’s trying not to sound concerned. It doesn’t work.
“Not my blood,” you mutter.
That earns you a sharp look from Vi. “You shouldn’t even be here. You know what they’re saying about you up in Piltover, right? Enforcers are pulling double shifts trying to track you down.”
“As if I didn’t notice,” you shoot back, your mouth twitching with something too bitter to be called a smile. “You think I want to be here? I don’t exactly have a lot of options right now.”
It’s a weak excuse, and all three of you know it.
You hadn’t had to come here at all. You could’ve run further. Stayed in Zaun, burrowed into some forgotten hole until things cooled off. But you didn’t. You came here—their apartment, in Piltover of all places—and Vi’s 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 opens—some weak protest forming on your lips—but it dies when she meets your eyes.
“You’re lucky,” Caitlyn murmurs, her gaze trailing over your face like she’s cataloging every bruise, every scrape, every wrong thing she can’t fix. Her lips purse just slightly, a soft, worried quirk. “There’s a warrant with your name on it and your face sketched right at the top. If anyone else had caught you tonight—”
“They didn’t,” you interrupt. You force yourself to hold her stare. “And they won’t.”
It’s bold. Reckless, even. You know better than to make promises like that.
Behind Caitlyn, Vi scoffs. “Bold talk, coming from someone hiding in our apartment right now.”
Caitlyn’s fingers twitch on your chin, her thumb brushing just under your jaw. You see it in her face—the 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.
“You can’t stay here,” Caitlyn says finally, stepping back. Her voice is gentler now, but firm. “Not long-term.”
“Like I don’t already know that,” 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. “They’ll find you eventually, Y/N. If you keep coming back here, we’re all screwed.”
“And what do you want me to do, huh?” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “Keep running? Go to Zaun? You think I’ll last a week down there with Silco’s people crawling all over the place?”
Silence. Thick and suffocating.
Vi doesn’t answer, and Caitlyn doesn’t 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 doesn’t want to make. She looks at Vi, and something unspoken passes between them.
“Fine,” Caitlyn says, her voice tight. “You can stay. But just for the night.”
You swallow, the tension in your chest loosening just a fraction. “Thanks.”
Vi’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t argue. She just pushes off the wall, coming to stand next to Caitlyn. “You better not make us regret this.”
For the first time tonight, you feel something almost like relief. It’s fragile and fleeting, but it’s there.
Caitlyn moves first, gently tugging you toward the couch. “Sit. Let me clean you up.”
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