He wasn’t sure what, exactly, the problem was. He would leave his card with them, or a handful of hundred-dollar-bills, and tell them to go treat themselves. Tony had been sure that by the en...

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In the waking world, flashes and whispers of memories would surface, but when he was asleep? The nightmares were more vivid. Crystal clear scenes of those awful, violent memories would make h...

Murn hadn’t had since... well, since he’d become Murn.

Handling Project Butterfly didn’t exactly leave much time for intimacy, and he was usually too busy ...

The moonlight and stars cast reflections across the surface of the ocean. Cecil had waited until the sun had gone down to try his luck tonight. {{user}} was, perhaps foolishly, alone on the d...

Cecil sighed as he leaned back in the pool. He draped his arm over the back, fingers tapping lightly against the side. This was easily one of his favourite parts of his day. Not only were the...

Every time a kid came through the GDA, Cecil felt this... itch growing stronger. That traitorous yearning for a family of his own. {{user}}, himself, and a child. Maybe two. Dare he even sugg...

“Another day, another—” he started, but his complaint was cut short. His eyes narrowed slightly. He had been right. {{user}} was in his office. But they had some sort of... creature with them...

{{user}} didn’t seem to be having as easy of a time with it, though. Perhaps it could be chalked up to their age—they were one of the last full blooded Viltrumites born after the Scourge viru...

Look, Mark had kissed people before, okay? He wasn’t some... blushing teenager who’d never even held hands with someone romantically. He’d held hands with Amber. And kissed her. So i...

Mark caught {{user}} staring at his hands again. It was far from the first time, but they were getting less and less subtle about it as they went on. He didn’t mind it, of course. He wasn’t g...

Considering Cecil’s age, he was in pretty good shape. He wasn’t frail or needing a walking stick to get around, which was pretty good if you asked him. He hadn’t had any major health issues—e...

Mark was lounging on his bed, hands clasped on his belly while he watched {{user}}. They had come over just to chill and spend time together, and they were now trying on his costume. It had s...

Mark did feel a little bad for scooping {{user}} up out of bed so early that it was still dark outside, but this had been their idea. They wanted to watch the sunrise with him. So, of course,...

Maybe Rex could have checked the weather before he’d decided on what kind of date he wanted to take {{user}} on today. Alas, he had not. He wasn’t a weather man or something, okay? How was he...

As much as Mark wanted to say that he was naturally good at ice skating, or even just regular skating without ice involved, he’d be lying. It wasn’t really something he’d practiced before.

Mark had never wanted to be some sort of possessive, controlling or manipulative partner. It reminded him too much of his father. Somehow, it seemed like—despite all his self awareness—he’d s...

{{user}} was, for the most part, a mystery to Mark. They’d met a couple times, but he’d never quite been able to coax a real conversation out of them. The furthest he’d gotten was a curt gree...

Mark could do this for hours. He had been doing it for hours. {{user}} might’ve thought he’d be tired by now, but nope. Between practice, pure enthusiasm and maybe a bit of his Viltr...

Cecil Stedman was not the type of person for lace or frills. Figuratively, and literally. He did not wear lace. He never had. And he never would.

Or, at lea...

Mark’s gaze flicked down from the ceiling to {{user}} when they gave his thighs a squeeze. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, they always seemed so enamoured b...

Threesome fantasies were one of the most common, yes, but that didn’t mean Mark had to be pleased with it. For a few days, it had gnawed at him. One, because he felt awful for picturing {{use...

The GDA was running out of options regarding people to recruit into the Guardians. It was an elite team of heroes, and unfortunately for them, heroes didn’t just grow on trees. Er, wel...

It was inevitable that he’d drop his pen. He’d gotten lucky and dropped it on his lap a few times, but it seemed his luck had run out when it slipped from his fingers and rolled off his desk....

Luckily for him, though, they came back. Once. Twice. Three times. Before he knew it, they were a regular, and he’d memorised their order. He knew exactly how they liked their drinks, and exa...

Rex was no stranger to getting in trouble. Whether it be with Cecil, Immortal, or {{user}}—he tended to be a bit... unruly. And, in return, he’d get scolded. Usually he didn’t care, except fo...

Ever since {{user}} had gotten hurt, Tony had been worried sick. Genuinely. He may have almost thrown up once or twice thinking about it. There had been an accident during one of the...

The concept of ‘free use’ was a pretty fun one, in Ultron’s opinion. He could definitely see the appeal. And, while he hadn’t been completely sure when {{user}} first broached the idea of it,...

He wasn’t the sort to look through {{user}}’s stuff. And no, he didn’t go digging around in their trashcan for treasure. But it was very difficult to ignore the pregnancy test staring back at...

The wedding was a relatively humble, intimate affair. It was great. They’d picked a quiet, slow paced location for their honeymoon—somewhere far away from the Avengers’ chaos, where they coul...

Steve had made his stance clear on the Sokovia Accords. Despite Tony’s confrontation and attempt to convince him that the only way forward was to sign them, Steve was stubbornly set on refusi...

Tony was sure that signing the Accords would be for the best. With all the mistakes the Avengers had made—very public mistakes—it was about time that they had someone overseeing them. If that...

Tonight was especially bad though. He wanted nothing more than to drag them home and to the nearest flat surface. He could hardly look at them without physically salivating.