Jewelry: Concepts And Technology Hardcover – August 17, 1982 by Oppi Untracht

dummystark:

darkly-stark:

dummystark:

darkly-stark:

Tony blinked at the book in their haul from Half Price Books. “Why’d you get a Jewelry book?” He looked at Dummy as he handed Dean his books on Bioncles, and Sammy his touch-feel book on cats.

"I thought it might be a nice hobby. And, well, I would love an excuse to actually make the pieces I give you." He admitted, turning the gigantic tome over in his hands. 

Tony smiled at him. “I would love that.” He said, truthfully. “Its certainly big enough…”

"I could atleast learn something from this, huh?" He teased, carrying it over and placing it on the coffee table to read later. 

Tony chuckled. “We can use it as a table base if it doesn ‘t work.”


Jewelry: Concepts And Technology Hardcover – August 17, 1982 by Oppi Untracht

dummystark:

darkly-stark:

Tony blinked at the book in their haul from Half Price Books. “Why’d you get a Jewelry book?” He looked at Dummy as he handed Dean his books on Bioncles, and Sammy his touch-feel book on cats.

"I thought it might be a nice hobby. And, well, I would love an excuse to actually make the pieces I give you." He admitted, turning the gigantic tome over in his hands. 

Tony smiled at him. “I would love that.” He said, truthfully. “Its certainly big enough…”


darkly-stark:
insomniacannotsleep:

Insomnia was exhausted, and the battle had been long and hard. Many men were lost, but in the end they had won and he was home. Finally, joyfully home. Dirt was still smeared across his body but he had no energy or will to clean himself until he had seen his boy, the warprize he had taken in a long ago war. His sweet lover. Throwing his armor aside as he went, finally, by the gods finally Insomnia reached the room. The door swung open and he forced himself to draw tall, aching muscles screaming in agonized protest at the stretch.
“I have returned.”


Tony stood up, running over to Inso and wrapping his arms around him, not caring for the dirt and blood on him, just wanting to hold him. “I have missed you….tales were brought back of your battles but I knew not if I could trust their validity.”
Tony had been taken from his father, Lord Stark many many seasons ago, but honestly, he hadn’t fought hard. Tony was not a fighter - he enjoyed building and creating, and loving. Inso gave him all of that.

insomniacannotsleep

darkly-stark:

insomniacannotsleep:
Insomnia was exhausted, and the battle had been long and hard. Many men were lost, but in the end they had won and he was home. Finally, joyfully home. Dirt was still smeared across his body but he had no energy or will to clean himself until he had seen his boy, the warprize he had taken in a long ago war. His sweet lover. Throwing his armor aside as he went, finally, by the gods finally Insomnia reached the room. The door swung open and he forced himself to draw tall, aching muscles screaming in agonized protest at the stretch.

“I have returned.”

Tony stood up, running over to Inso and wrapping his arms around him, not caring for the dirt and blood on him, just wanting to hold him. “I have missed you….tales were brought back of your battles but I knew not if I could trust their validity.”

Tony had been taken from his father, Lord Stark many many seasons ago, but honestly, he hadn’t fought hard. Tony was not a fighter - he enjoyed building and creating, and loving. Inso gave him all of that.

insomniacannotsleep


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insomniacannotsleep :Insomnia was exhausted, and the battle had been long and hard. Many men were lost, but in the end they had won and he was home. Finally, joyfully home. Dirt was still smeared across his body but he had no energy or will to clean himself until he had seen his boy, the warprize he had taken in a long ago war. His sweet lover. Throwing his armor aside as he went, finally, by the gods finally Insomnia reached the room. The door swung open and he forced himself to draw tall, aching muscles screaming in agonized protest at the stretch.  
“I have returned.”
 Tony stood up, running over to Inso and wrapping his arms around him, not caring for the dirt and blood on him, just wanting to hold him. “I have missed you….tales were brought back of your battles but I knew not if I could trust their validity.”  Tony had been taken from his father, Lord Stark many many seasons ago, but honestly, he hadn’t fought hard. Tony was not a fighter - he enjoyed building and creating, and loving. Inso gave him all of that.
insomniacannotsleep :
Insomnia was exhausted, and the battle had been long and hard. Many men were lost, but in the end they had won and he was home. Finally, joyfully home. Dirt was still smeared across his body but he had no energy or will to clean himself until he had seen his boy, the warprize he had taken in a long ago war. His sweet lover. Throwing his armor aside as he went, finally, by the gods finally Insomnia reached the room. The door swung open and he forced himself to draw tall, aching muscles screaming in agonized protest at the stretch.

“I have returned.”

Tony stood up, running over to Inso and wrapping his arms around him, not caring for the dirt and blood on him, just wanting to hold him. “I have missed you….tales were brought back of your battles but I knew not if I could trust their validity.”

Tony had been taken from his father, Lord Stark many many seasons ago, but honestly, he hadn’t fought hard. Tony was not a fighter - he enjoyed building and creating, and loving. Inso gave him all of that.


your-lonely-boys:

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Tony hummed. “You have a hotel you use?” He rose an eyebrow.

'Mmhm. Its the one on the end of the next street. I take it that's a yes then, handsome?'

Tony unlocked the door. “Fuck yeah. Get in.” He grinned at him.

your-lonely-boys:

darkly-stark:

 

Tony hummed. “You have a hotel you use?” He rose an eyebrow.

'Mmhm. Its the one on the end of the next street. I take it that's a yes then, handsome?'

Tony unlocked the door. “Fuck yeah. Get in.” He grinned at him.

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"Suppose that depends on how much you charge for around the world?" He rose an eyebrow, grinning.

The boy grinned, ‘That’s a new one on me.’ So the man was a client? ‘Lets call it $350?’

Tony hummed. “You have a hotel you use?” He rose an eyebrow.

your-lonely-boys:

darkly-stark:

"Suppose that depends on how much you charge for around the world?" He rose an eyebrow, grinning.

The boy grinned, ‘That’s a new one on me.’ So the man was a client? ‘Lets call it $350?’

Tony hummed. “You have a hotel you use?” He rose an eyebrow.

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Dante promised himself, five more minutes and he’d leave if no customers came. Less than a minute later the car slowed down. He thought his luck was in until the man simply asked for directions.
Pushing from the wall he walked over to the car and bent low as he would for customers. ‘Course, where is it you’re heading?’ The man was handsome, he thought it a shame he wasn’t a client.

"Suppose that depends on how much you charge for around the world?" He rose an eyebrow, grinning.

your-lonely-boys:

Dante promised himself, five more minutes and he’d leave if no customers came. Less than a minute later the car slowed down. He thought his luck was in until the man simply asked for directions.

Pushing from the wall he walked over to the car and bent low as he would for customers. ‘Course, where is it you’re heading?’ The man was handsome, he thought it a shame he wasn’t a client.

"Suppose that depends on how much you charge for around the world?" He rose an eyebrow, grinning.


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Tony rolled the car to a stop, rolling down the passenger side window and grinning at the boy against the wall. “You wanna give me some directions?” He called ignoring the itch in his fingers.

The boy is pretty, and Tony wants to kill him. Wants to spill his blood over his fingers and watch the light drop from his eyes, but he’ll be patient. He has no time limits here.

( your-lonely-boys )

Tony rolled the car to a stop, rolling down the passenger side window and grinning at the boy against the wall. “You wanna give me some directions?” He called ignoring the itch in his fingers.

The boy is pretty, and Tony wants to kill him. Wants to spill his blood over his fingers and watch the light drop from his eyes, but he’ll be patient. He has no time limits here.

( your-lonely-boys )


The doctor smiled at Dummy. "He looks much better, Devon, Whatever you've been doing for Tony is working wonders."

dummystark:

Dummy smiled and nodded. “He’s been so much better at home too. I just… I wasn’t putting him down into sub space enough. It was my fault.” He admitted turning sad. “I’m just so glad that he’s getting better.”

"Actually, It’s more common than you’d think, especially with subs from a PTSD background." He said, watching him. "They resist going down, because they feel they don’t deserve it, or its scary for them."

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October 19 2014
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Tony isn’t the typical omega in public. He enjoys being rough and brash and loud, being ‘out there’. But when he comes home, he can drop all that at the door, and just be who he is. “Clint, I’m home!” He called, pulling his jacket off and running fingers through his hair.

All he really wants to do right now is take care of Clint, honestly. He has biological urges to care for just like any other omega, and he likes to use it on Clint.
( arrowsandradiation )

Tony isn’t the typical omega in public. He enjoys being rough and brash and loud, being ‘out there’. But when he comes home, he can drop all that at the door, and just be who he is. “Clint, I’m home!” He called, pulling his jacket off and running fingers through his hair.

All he really wants to do right now is take care of Clint, honestly. He has biological urges to care for just like any other omega, and he likes to use it on Clint.
( arrowsandradiation )

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