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spncvr · 2 months

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worries | s. reid

summary: you worry for spencer, it's human

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: TENDING WOUNDS TROPE HELLO, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, blood (in a metaphorical way ???) ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE PLS BEAR WITH ME, lowkey kinda sappy, reader kinda cries, like, alot, lmk if i missed anytihg !

a/n: tryying desperately to force myself out of my writers block so here's a WIP i forcedmyself to finish (its 1 am rn bye). send me requests??for??ideas?? i beg.

THE SMALL LIGHT BULB that dangles from the ceiling casts a soft glow on everything it touches. The light, never quite bright enough for your liking (you never got around to changing it) bathes the room in a gentle hue, softening the edges of the couch, carpet and shelves. That akin to the way it bleeds against his skin, with this kind of grace that seems to make scars on his face look kind and soft.

“Hold still,” you chide, trying to clean the wound on his eyebrow; a harsh reminder of the day’s chaos. And when he does you mumble, “You’re such an idiot.”

His response is a small smile that sits against his lips, warm and understanding. His hands gently find their place on your thighs, grounding you as you straddle him “Yeah, I know,” he says.

“You shouldn’t’ve just … lunged at him like that.” It’s a plea wrapped in a scold.

You duck your head down to avoid his careful eyes. You think, if he can’t see you, he can’t properly read you; a futile attempt, really. But still, you think, if he can’t see the worry within your eyes he’d just let it go; that he wouldn’t know that you couldn’t help but think, what if, the unsub had gotten the upper hand, and what if it was much worse than just a measly cut on his eyebrow. These thoughts, the feelings, seem to constantly plague your mind in your darkest moments; ones that would make you feel like your heart is pouring out your chest, like rose thorns poking at your ribcage, that’ll bleed you dry with worry.

“What’s wrong?”His voice is soft, laced with concern, and it breaks through your defenses. The fingers that were on your thigh are now under your chin, coaxing you to look up at him, a silent entreaty for your honesty. His gaze is now on yours, stagnant and unwavering—and your lips start to quiver, and tears threaten to spill. Quickly, you hide your face into his shoulder.

“I’m scared,” you admit, your words are barely a whisper.

“Of what?”

“I’m terrified for you.” your words are muffled in his shirt “What if—” you say, helpless, “What if it was more than just a cut on your eyebrow Spence, what if I— when—” you can’t finish your sentence. Not when he’s rubbing your back and kissing your head so softly and so kindly it makes the tears from your eyes spill and paint soft patches on his shirt.

“You won’t,” he tells you with a conviction, that he wears so effortlessly like his own skin, “I won’t. I’m not leaving you.”

“You can’t say that,” you protest weakly, “you can’t know that. Look at Stephen he— God, Spence. You of all people know that you can’t possibly know that—”

“Hey, no,” he scolds quietly.

But you're already looking at him, your face off from his shoulder. “Don’t tell me not to worry. Don’t tell me I can’t talk like that. You’re my boyfriend. It’s apart of caring. I should worry for you, so let me worry. It wouldn’t be human not to.”

“I know,” he says, soothingly, then, “I’m sorry.”

You wipe your tears frantically with your arm before continuing to tend his cut. “I wish the FBI had force fields around their agents.” you say, through a small smile, “Wish they could wrap you up with thick blankets.” It’s a childish thought.

His laughter is kind and genuine, it fills the space between the two of you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you nod with a smile that finds its way through your tears.

“You take such good care of me,” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

Maybe it was his words or the way it had slipped from his tongue; maybe it was how his fingers, rough and calloused, had grazed against your delicate ones. But here, as he sits with a smile on his lips, (a lopsided lazy thing), all scarred and bruised, did you know that you love him. But love was a concept you had cared for and attended to. You loved your mother, your friends. You loved books and their characters. You loved the darkness, the night. You loved your job, and its challenges. You loved music and movies. You loved home, and it's all too familiar feeling against your skin. And suddenly this concept —love— seems too small, too narrow to encompass what you feel for him. There isn’t a word or phrase made —nor did you think there ever would be— to describe just how much you had felt for him.

But in short, you do love him, very much.

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sunnyyangie · 4 months

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NSFW MDNI!!

kinkmas day ten! threesome, drunk sex

keeho x reader x jiung

warnings: dom!keeho, dom!jiung, double penetration (vaginal and anal) praise, degradation, non idol/college au (keeho is referrred to as stephen since its non idol), they’re frat boys 🤕 reader is referred to with they/them pronouns + has female anatomy, this might be dubcon? bc theyve all drank but they all do enjoy and want it BUT DONT DO THIS IRL YALL pls be safe

you groan after the stranger across from you throws their ball into your last red solo cup, accepting defeat and taking another shot. your cup pong partner exchanging a goodbye with you when you declare you’re done for the night.

you push past the crowd of people to stumble into the frat houses’ kitchen, finally getting some water to try and hydrate yourself.

“hey!” a voice calls from the side of you, you turn and notice two boys approaching. you vaguely remember seeing them throughout the few years, never really talking to them much besides for a few parties here and there and such activities.

you smile at the duo, “hi.”

“sorry, random question, we were wondering if you wanted to dance with us?” the blonde says, jiung is his name if you remember correctly.

you furrow your eyebrows. “both of you, wanna dance with me? at the same time? like you’ll share?”

they nod, and the dark hair boy speaks up. “only if you’re okay with that.” you’re pretty sure that’s stephen.

you hesitate for a moment, then fuck it, “sure!”. it’s the last year of college for you so why the fuck not. live your life!

you set your glass down when jiung grabs your arm and starts pulling you to where the music is loud, stephen following behind you, a gentle hand on your back. once you enter the makeshift dance floor, you let them guide you on how to dance.

stephens’ hands softly grab your waist, and jiungs’ are just above his. you having your arms around the blondies’ shoulders. you let go of your worries and the alcohol flows through your system, you feel warm and tingly, and are feeling brave as you start to push your ass back onto the dark haired boy behind you. a soft groan escapes his lips and you smirk to yourself.

you notice how jiung looks at the boy behind you and nods at him.

“wanna take this to my room?” jiung asks you.

you quickly nod, “please.”

the route to his room upstairs is a blur, again with their hands on you to help guide, this time their touches feeling hotter. finally entering his room, they lead you to sit on the bed.

stephens’ hand rubs your arm, while jiungs’ rests on your thigh. the attention making you feel small and squeeze your legs shut.

“are you gonna let us fuck you, baby?” stephen asks.

“yes,” you don’t even need to think twice. “fuck me, want both of you.”

the duo immediately strip off their bottoms, while you go to take off your dress until jiung stops you. “can we fuck you in your dress, doll? you look so hot in it.” he eyes you up and down as he caresses your sides.

“have you tried anal before, angel?” stephen questions, his hand under your chin.

you shake your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’.

“how about you suck jiung off while i prep you for it, hm?”

“okay,” you’re a bit nervous for a first time experience, but you trust him. you look to the blonde who has sat back against the bedframe, legs spread with his hardening dick in his hand.

you crawl towards jiung and situate yourself to face down, ass up position. you take your own hand and wrap it around his dick, spitting on it so it’s not too dry. once you start slowly pumping him, you feel a long wet strip against your pussy and to your hole, a foreign but good sensation. you whine and wrap your lips around his length, trying to not be so vocal just yet.

your tight dress gets pushed up, fully exposing your bottom half. you hear a bottle cap opening behind you and suddenly a cool liquid falling onto your ass. long fingers rubbing against it to coat it in the lube.

one finger starts to prod at your tight hole, your legs nearly shaking from anticipation. once it finally starts to slide in, you whimper around jiungs’ dick and start to remove yourself from him until his hands reach in your hair and grab, pushing you back down onto him. you moan and nearly choke on him. jiung groans in response, “taking us so well, doll.”

stephen then starts to slip in his second finger, you consistently moaning around jiungs’ cock. the stretch giving you a mix of emotions, both pleasure and pain. one hand having to grip the sheets, the other trying not to squeeze the life out of the boy.

the man behind you removes his fingers while you whimper, and jiung gently pulls you off him. “you gonna let us fuck you at the same time, angel?” he says.

you nod, “god yes, fuck. okay.” you feel drunk off them and the liquor.

stephen lays back next to his friend, patting his bare lap, his dick laying against his stomach after putting a condom on. “come sit here, baby. lemme stretch you out some more.”

you do as told, situating yourself on top of him. facing the blonde as he starts to roll on a condom, too, then he slowly massages your thighs. stephens’ hand grabs your waist to help guide you onto his cock. you feel him poke at your back hole, slowly pushing through as you start to softly moan from the feeling. it becomes a bit too much for you as stephen is so big so you begin to whine and grab at jiung. he continuously kisses your chest and rubs your sides to calm you down.

stephen speaks up, “almost filled up, doll. you’re doing so good.” he squeezes your waist for reassurance. you completely sit back onto him and whine. being completely full of the guy behind you. he places a few kisses on your back. “wrap around me so well.” he lets you stay still to let you adjust to his size.

“ready for me, babe?” jiung asks and you nod. he comes closer and lines up with your wet pussy. sliding in, you both hum from the feeling. you clench, being full in one spot and getting filled in another was breathtaking. “you suck me right in, fuck.”

once bottomed out, he asks, “you good or do you need a minute?”

“just fuck me now, please.” you make puppy eyes at him, tears ready to fall because you need friction and a release now.

they both slowly start to fuck into you, getting completely filled up and then emptied on repeat made you breathless. “oh, my god, feels so fucking good, guys.” you cry out.

jiung hums, “you like two guys fucking you, hm? letting us claim your holes as ours?”

“our perfect doll,” stephen grunts. “fuckin’ love your ass.” he bites at your shoulder.

“shit,” you play with your clit until jiung does it for you. “so close, keep going.” you pant.

when they pick up the pace, they become more vocal, feeling their hot breaths and having their moans right in your ears.

“such a dirty little slut for us, taking two cocks at the same time. maybe we should always use them like this?” the dark haired boy says to jiung.

nodding, “they were made for us. perfect doll.”

the way they talk about you makes you snap, creaming around jiung and clenching uncontrollably, sending the duo to their own orgasms. the three of you sit there to regain your breathing until you hear the sound of the party getting louder downstairs.

“i think we missed the ball drop.”

#sunnys kinkmas #ignoring the fact that i wanted to post this by yesterday but… erm #p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #p1harmony x reader #keeho smut #yoon keeho smut #jiung smut #choi jiung smut #piwon smut #piwon hard hours #p1harmony hard hours

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sloppy-biich · 2 years

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they’re coming out with a prequel for realsies and i’m terrified for how bad this can go. especially considering how they already fucked up half the lore in the new movies. plus this quote in an article, not really getting me excited. either way i’m sorry to my friends for the person i will become weather it’s good or bad

#pls don’t let stephen touch this one #give it to a book fan please for the love of god #stephen king it #it movies #it book #it prequel #it 1990 #it 2017 #it 2019 #andy mushietti and stephen king are both mega cowards

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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imagine Dr strange enchanting a butt plug to move on its own while he fucks you? Or even better, him putting it in and magically tying your legs to the bed and watching how wet you get from it?

Stephen's a little scamp and the entire multiverse knows it ✌🏻😗 If there's a fancier term for 'bedroom troll', please let me know. I made this gender neutral because I don't know your preferred pronouns/etc & I don't wanna assume things 🤚🏻🌻

warnings: mean dom!steph, butt stuff and magical restraints, pet names, technically magic tentacles (?) and dumbification if squint really, really hard. this man makes me wanna 👹 ON GOD! Doctor DILF pls 🤚🏻

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The tall man was standing at the foot of the bed, lips stretched into a self-satisfied smirk as his eyes unhurriedly made way down your body.

Head to toe, the piercing, glacial blue of his eyes invoked cold shivers; the fine hairs on your head stood up as you swallowed. Stephen admired the way your throat bobbed before you made one of those small, pitifully pleading sounds.

"Stephen," you tried for strict. It couldn't have been more pathetic than a kitten's cry. "I can't," your body was pulled taut, every muscle stretching with a slow, smouldering burn.

The strongest sensation was by far the most pleasurable: the arduous push-and-pull of the silicone toy inside your rear entrance shot saturated, liquid pleasure both up towards your belly and down your spine. Covered in sticky, warm slick, a seemingly neverending amount of fluids that eased the movement, you couldn't help yourself from attempting to grasp at the golden ropes of concentrated magic securing you in a position that left your body so open and exposed.

"Aww, is it too much for you, baby?" Stephen cooed, finally, finally settling his fingers on the knots securing the outer layers of his robes. Not a hitch to his breathing, not even a flush on his pale face; gritting your jaw, you desperately wished to taint the pristine, starched blue fabric of his robes.

Your abs tensed as Stephen's form neared you with calculated steps; your fingers clenched, going through your bounds with an electric tingling as they phased through the magic. The ropes tensed, a tenth of a second, bringing the entire delicate construction to a taut stretch. Magic zapped over your skin, pebbling your already sensitive nipples and culminating in the low of your belly.

"Stephen, please," with another desperate surge of arousal, you begged for relief. The toy was now all but swallowed by your hungry hole as the magic kept it moving at an even pace.

"Do you want me to touch you?" His expression was that one of sweet arrogance.

You nodded rapidly, pulling the strings of magic against you tightly yet again, moaning wetly and wantonly from the bottom of your chest.

Stephen was shirtless now; you spied his broad, defined chest through your lashes. The outer layers and his shirt carefully hung on a chair by the bed, his hands caught up in a series of complicated gestures you have grown to both disdain and crave.

You saw the magic reach towards you right before you felt it; a thick, viscous, squirming mass of ice-hot ecstasy setting your being ablaze, wrapping, entering and blanketing the parts of you most sensitive. You cursed in response, wishing to say you wanted him, Stephen, but another tendril tenderly caressed your lips before gaining entry into your mouth and beginning a slow, passionate tango with your tongue.

You were helpless to resist.

"I'm touching you," Stephen's smirk was audible. "My magic is a direct extension of me. You should have known that if you'd listened to me, baby." His tone remained mockingly even.

#stephen strange smut #stephen strange blurb #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x gender neutral reader

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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I have an idea for another tomxreader story. So in this one Tom, reader, brothers and Harrison just finished a scary movie night, and they all decided to prank Tom by doing to tik tok trend where they hand under the bed and throw stuff and like touch them.

i can just so see this happening😭

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“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tom yells, scrunching up into a ball and squeezing his eyes shut, gripping your shoulder in fear.

You share a laugh with the boys around you. “C’mon, Tom. This isn’t too bad.”

“Not too bad?!” Tom repeats dramatically. “There’s literally a clown! On screen! In an old abandoned house! That’s the worst kind of horror movie!”

“What could possibly have expected from Stephen King?” Harrison chuckles, eating a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap.

“You said he was a good writer! I didn’t think that was equivalent to scary!”

“Oh no, Tom,” you chuckle, “He’s quite the man when it comes to scary stuff.”

“Just watch the ending, Tom,” Harry suggests calmly, sipping the rest of his soda. “It’s almost over, anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbles, sitting straight so he can view the television. The movie ends not twenty minutes later, and while Tom says something about cleaning up in the kitchen, Harry leans over to whisper something to you and Harrison, and Sam.

“You guys wanna pull some pranks?” he grins, and Harrison mirrors his smirks.

“What are you guys on?” Sam chuckles. “You’re going to give Tom a heart attack.”

“Awesome, then!” Harry says, before going on. “C’mon, it’s the perfect opportunity.”

“Oh!” You sit up, “I saw this thing on tiktok that’d be perfect for right now.”

“Really? What was it?”

You hum, “But we’d have to go upstairs right now.”

“Go, go, go!” Harry ushers you out, and you whisper the plan into his ear. “I’ll film it, just go!”

The three of you clamber your ways up the stairs, taking refuge in yours & Tom’s bedroom. You pull Sam under the bed with you, grabbing a number of things on your way down, things you can throw out at Tom. Sam found his glove from his Jeepers Creepers halloween costume , so he put it on his right hand for the occasion. You have to hold back a chuckle when you realize how mischievous you’re being.

Harrison, on the other hand, stays put in the closet. You don’t know how, but somehow he’d gotten a hold of the controls for the lighting in this room — Tom wanted to control the lights with his phone, something about proving to you that he’s not an old man with technology — so he’s got the app opened on his phone, and he’s ready to rattle some things around to make noises. He’s safely tucked away in the corner, though, so Tom won’t be able to see him, especially not if he’s too scared to even look.

“I don’t know why we couldn’t just watch that new Benedict Cumberbatch movie,” you hear Tom’s voice from behind the door, and it’s getting louder which means him and Harry are approaching.

“God, Tom. You’re such a wimp,” Harry’s looking down at your phone, discreetly recording on your tiktok.

“Clowns are not for the weak,” Tom defends. “They are for the severely advanced fearless citizens.”

“And you’re in that category?”

“Yes!” Tom exclaims while grabbing his shirt, which lays in the center of the unmade bed. As he steps closer, you reach out and delicately caress his ankle. Tom shoots back immediately, frightened.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Harry shoots back.

Looking around the room, Tom doesn’t want to make himself look even stupider, so he lets it go. “Nothing, never mind.”

“Whatever you say, mate.”

“Alright, well, g’night,” Harry says, holding back his laughter. You have to bite your lip to do the same.

“Goodnight,” Tom says, back still turned to his brother. It gives Harry the opportunity to prop your phone up against the wall, getting a clear view of everything that’s going on. When the door shuts, Tom turns around, back now to the bed, and you throw a plastic water bottle out, the noise crinkling as it thuds on the ground. Tom gasps in surprise, running away from the bed and leaning against the other wall, the one by the closet.

Realizing where Tom stands, Harrison rattles the closet door, and it shakes and pounds. The noise is so startling that Tom lets out a small “fuck!” and he moves towards the window. Sam faces this way, and as Tom steps closer, slightly letting his guard down, Sam reaches out with his right hand and grabs at Tom’s ankle, securing his tough grip.

Tom looks down only for a split second, to see an abnormally looking hand pulling at his ankle and tugging him under the bed. Harrison plays with the lights, making them flicker and brighten. Tom screams, wholeheartedly and purely out of fear, and he attempts to lose the grip of whatever monster wants him — the monster that happens to be his brother’s hand.

In a haste to run away, Tom hops on one foot before losing his balance and tumbling to the ground. He crawls a bit of the way, and as Sam loses his grip, Tom comes into your view. You’ve acquired a clown mask, from last year’s Halloween party, and you shine a creepy flashlight on yourself.

Tom screams again when he sees what’s under the bed, and he runs for the exit. He moves too fast, though, because he runs right smack into the door, and as Harry comes in from all the commotion, he finds his brother on his back beside the door.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“There’s- there’s-” Tom stands quickly. “There’s a bloody monster under the bed!”

That’s when the laughter rings through the air, and Tom’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. Harry leans on his knees to contain his laughter, and you clutch your stomach while crawling out from under the bed. Harrison emerges from the closet not a second later, and as the final person — Sam — comes out with those costume gloves, it all comes together in Tom’s head.

“Y/N! You guys!” Tom groans. “You guys are so mean!”

“You have to admit, mate,” Harrison says between laughs. “That that was pretty fucking hilarious.”

“You screamed like a little girl!” You hold your stomach again, leaning on your knees just like Harry.

“Oh my god,” Sam giggles. “Did you run into the door?”

Tom rubs his elbow and his forehead, slightly bruised from the collision. “Shut up. You guys scared me!”

“That was kinda the point,” Harry rasps out. You pad over to the wall that your phone is against, and as you pick it up and press the video, the boys gather around to watch it. Immediately, you cower back in laughter, heads shooting back at how hilarious the result is.

“Stoppp!” Tom says from his place, whining. “That was so brutal.”

“That was literally the best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.” You post the video and click your phone off.

“Just you wait, love,” Tom says “I’ll get you back. I’ll get you back real good.”

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kafka-ish · 4 years

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richie tozier gets off a good one | r.t.

“This was not to say Richie could not be very funny from time to time; he could be. When referring to verbal zingers and farts, Richie’s terminology was the same: he called it Getting Off A Good One, and he got off Good Ones of both types frequently...” -- Stephen King

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warnings/included: nsfw (explicit smut, oral -- male receiving, male x female, mentions of masturbating), fem!reader

a/n: pls enjoy !

It was a cold shower kind of afternoon as the thunder from outside Richie’s bedroom window roared loud enough to be mistaken for a dragon. Dragons don’t exist. Richie, however, ignored the booming sounds of nature from outside—his thoughts lost in a certain someone; and his ears muffled by the pillows encasing him.

y/n was coming over for a study session at two p.m. sharp, per Wentworth’s request, but Richie still had time as his left hand traveled to the zipper of his orange, corduroy trousers. It’s not like Richie knew y/n. This afternoon, this shameful afternoon where if his dad were home right now, he’d be caught with his hand in his pants and a name he’d rather not talk about in between his lips, would be his first time meeting the girl.

Wentworth Tozier was the one to suggest she come over on this grey Sunday afternoon during Thursday’s family dinner when he noticed Richie’s recent report card.

“A C in chemistry?”

“The C stands for Chemistry,” Richie said with a smirk on his face. It didn’t seem to work because Mr. Tozier’s frown didn’t budge, and Maggie Tozier only sipped her coffee which had to be cold by now.

“You know we expect better from you.” He was right. His parents weren’t used to anything other than a line of A’s on the weekly transcript he brought home. Richie wasn’t either. But lately, something had taken a toll on his grades—or someone.

“You know what might help him, dear?” Wentworth looked up from the chicken he was currently cutting through. “A tutor.”

“I do not need a tutor.” Richie dropped his fork which was being used to play with his green beans.

“Your grades say otherwise, kid,” Wentworth countered. “You know, Maggie, I think that’s a good idea.”

“Not you too, Dad!” Richie cried out, exasperated at the scene playing out in front of him.

Ignoring his son, Wentworth continued, “In fact, I think my buddy back from Catholic school has a kid who could tutor him.” He took a bite. “Last I heard, she was fairly good at the sciences.”

“You should think about calling them after dinner,” Maggie said without looking up. Which was how Richie ended up with only an hour left to get himself off rather than the rest of the day.

Although his hand was no match for any of his previous hookups, it was faster, and it got the job done. He was just about to finish when the doorbell rang and a knock on his door startled him from his position and kept him from finishing.

“Coming!” Richie yelled; certain that the outsider wasn’t going to hear him. He stood up from his position on his bed, pulled up the trousers that hung from his ankles and trekked his way downstairs. His feet made a thumping sound as they padded their way down the stairs—roughly at that. He was surprised the house didn’t shake at his footsteps. “We don’t want your Girl Scout cookies,” Richie said, half annoyed that his session was cut early.

“I’m not a Girl Scout.” y/n held open the door with her hand before Richie could close it. She wore a white button down that was haphazardly tucked into a blue-green, plaid skirt. Her already see-through blouse was even more see-through, as the rain from standing outside for so long had drenched it from the outside in.

“Oh.” Richie didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t order a pizza, either.”

“I didn’t bring you a pizza, either.” y/n was growing just about as annoyed as he was. “Can I just come in?”

“I don’t know about that one, toots.” Richie made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Pops said I’m not allowed to let strangers in.”

“Richie, please, just let me in,” y/n seethed. She didn’t have time for his bullshit and quite frankly, he didn’t either. If Richie let his grades take another blow to the one-inch margin, his C would threaten to turn into a D. “Your dad called mine on Thursday… I’m here to… tutor… you.”

Richie noticed how her voice had lowered and he could tell she was just as ecstatic as him for their study session. Wordlessly, he stepped away from the front door, allowing y/n some space to walk in. His eyes inadvertently glued themselves to her backside, watching as her skirt’s pleats swayed against her hips and the rain’s water trail against her long legs; a sight he’d swallow at and feel himself grow semi-hard to.

If all the girls at Catholic school looked like y/n, he might just have to transfer because just one glance at her made Richie forget all about the reason for his tragic C that stood for Chemistry.

“Where are we studying?” y/n asked. Her eyes darted around the place like it was foreign. It was foreign. Her hands clutched the book bag she held onto tighter, anxious by the new atmosphere.

“Is my room okay?” Richie asked, already starting up the stairs. His tone had gone soft, like when you microwave butter. He almost felt bad for protesting against the idea of being tutored just a few short days ago.

“Yeah.” y/n followed him, making sure to leave an appropriate amount of space between the two bodies.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” Richie said, not trying to cover up the obviousness in his voice; that he was obviously looking at her covered chest each second she spent turned away from him; that he had an obvious hard-on that he hadn’t bother to conceal under his ridiculous corduroy pants.

“No,” y/n said with a bit of uncertainty. Sure, she was soaking wet from her hair to her toes, but she wasn’t about to borrow one of Richie Tozier’s ridiculous band-tees that would wear like a dress.

“What’s with the get-up, anyway?” Richie smirked. Before he sat down, he pulled out an extra seat for her. Usually, it would be used to discard his dirty clothes on. Luckily, Maggie Tozier had taken the liberty of cleaning up before their guest got here.

“Laundry day,” y/n sighed while sitting down her bag next to her. She brushed out her skirt as she sat down so it’d cover as much of her bare legs as fabric would sparingly allow. Her skirt was drenched, and she was sure it would leave the chair just the same as if she stood up any time soon.

“Don’t have to wear that thing tomorrow?” Richie couldn’t help but think about all the other girls who’d be wearing the same outfit on Monday. Of course, their blouses wouldn’t be overly exposing, but their legs would still be bare and long—longing for Richie’s stare if you catch a drift.

“Aren’t you failing something?” y/n snapped back.

Richie swallowed the rest of the words lingering in the back of his throat.

“I was thinking we start with the basics.” y/n bent down, searching for the green folder she had marked ‘Science’ in thick, permanent ink. Richie couldn’t help but steal another look at her figure—outlined by the white shirt that clung to it.

“Basics?” His voice cracked, but he was too caught up in her to care.

“Well, what do you need help with?”

“Nothing.” Richie scoffed, not letting some girl he barely knew deflate his ego.

“Then why am I here?” She countered. Her eyebrow raised, unimpressed, and her fingers started to drum anxiously against the wood of his desk.

“Right now, we’re going over stoichiometry,” Richie shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes—her bright, keen eyes he’d find himself lost in if he weren’t careful. “It’s not the math part I need help on it’s the—”

“Concentration.”

“Yeah.” Richie let out a heavy sigh. He already knew what y/n looked like—beautiful, while water droplets kissed her neck that he itched to touch. It wouldn’t hurt to steal yet another glance, he thought, while turning towards her. “It’s like I can’t focus,” he said, finally making eye contact.

“And you need help with that?” She questioned. The familiar feeling of anticipation welled in the back of her throat but there was no telling why.

“I guess.” Richie’s eyes left hers to stare at the wall. The view was less impressive, but it let him form a cohesive thought.

“I think I know a way.” y/n’s demeanor had completely changed by now. Richie was about to mutter out a how or what the hell are you talking about but the words in his mind scrambled together like the eggs his mother made that morning when he felt her hand travel down to his knee.

y/n’s touch was light and delicate—almost nothing as it grazed against the fabric of his jeans. But it was there. He felt it, and if he didn’t, his imagination must’ve been pretty goddamn realistic for running at a hundred hertz a minute. Her thumb ran circles against the corded pattern making his breath hitch.

“Uh, what’cha doin’?” Richie’s eyebrow rose at the hand on his pants which was making its way to the zipper.

“Helping,” she insisted, “if you’re having trouble focusing, you’re probably stressed, right?” Richie could only nod. “So, this will help you unstress.” He gasped at the sound and sight of y/n undoing his zipper. His eyes widened and she found herself smiling at his movements from such little touch already.

Richie was quick to roll his jeans, and the underwear underneath, to his ankles. His eager length stood hard and erect against his stomach and if it weren’t for his lack of social awareness, he’d be embarrassed to be seen bare in front of a girl he just met.

y/n’s right hand—timid but daring—wrapped itself around the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from Richie’s now parted and perfectly pink lips.

Surprise wouldn’t even begin to describe the swirl of emotions that found themselves in the pit of Richie’s stomach and began to bubble in his throat—another groan. Though, as surprised as Richie was, he couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of pleasure and yearning for more as he harshly swallowed at the feeling of friction and tightness y/n managed to spring upon him in one firm jerk.

She was on her knees now, the feeling of hardwood against bare skin didn’t seem to faze her. All her attention was on Richie. The sound of unsteady breaths from above had y/n’s cheeks flushed and panties in a heat. The only cohesive thought in her mind was wanting to hear those pretty little noises coming from Richie’s pretty little mouth again.

y/n didn’t need a mirror to know her pupils were blown, the sight before her that she couldn’t quite look away from and the uncomfortable feeling between her legs was enough, letting her realize what she was doing. What was she doing? Her grip on his length loosened as she moved her hand up and down, allowing for enough space for her mouth when she connected her lips to his dick.

“God. You feel great, toots.” It only took a few motions for Richie to already come lax at the feeling of y/n’s mouth. He wished it were another part.

y/n chuckled to herself. Having this much power over a boy made her feel… confident. No guy at her school would give her the time of day, it seemed—not even Jeremy Fields. But Richie Tozier… Richie Tozier was practically falling apart at the sight of her and y/n loved that. Richie felt her pace around him speed up and y/n felt herself grinding on her palm to meet his same high. The sight of her alone was enough to have Richie on edge.

“Sugar, if you don’t stop I’m gonna—” His heavy pants were enough to cut him off, but y/n took her chance to interrupt further.

“—You’ll what?” She pulled apart from him, a string of saliva connecting them. Richie almost whimpered at the warm feeling of her mouth provided—gone.

“I’m gonna bust before I can take care of you,” he admitted somewhat bashfully. His face was red, and y/n couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he had been worked up.

“Oh.” Back at her shy state, y/n ducked her head and felt her cheeks heat in a similar fashion to his. “Well, in that case…” y/n didn’t have to finish her sentence for Richie to get a grasp on what she was saying. She began to undo the buttons of the thin, white button up at an unbearably slow pace. She managed to peel the wet material that stuck to her skin gracefully even though she’d been itching to take it off as soon as she put it on.

“Wow.”

“Shut up,” y/n mumbled mindlessly, not daring to make eye contact. Part of her was embarrassed enough at the fact that she was on her knees for the boy she was supposed to teaching qualitative chemical reactions to. Her skirt was next to come off. The plaid fabric fell helplessly fell to the ground as soon as she unzipped it.

“I’m serious. You’re like… hot stuff, hot stuff,” Richie said as soon as she stood up, giving him a perfect view. Her underwear was a scalding red with embroidered flowers that decorated the side of her breasts and hipbone. The matching set was far from innocent, far from what Richie would imagine Catholic school girls to wear.

y/n didn’t say anything—her stomach too full of butterflies and a lump still caught in her throat. Richie could sense her nervousness and pulled her into him. To think, a girl he had met only thirty minutes ago was now engulfed in his arms and half-bare for him.

The rough pad of his thumb drew circles on her shoulder. The slow, sensual movements against her skin was electric and had the two riled up even more as Richie slotted his thigh in between hers for her to buck up against. The feeling of her clothed clit on lace as she dragged herself back and forth on his leg at an uneven pace was indescribable.

“Fuck.” It wasn’t unexpected that Richie broke the silence and occasional gasps. “You’re soaked… so… fuckin’ soaked.” He could feel the wetness from her panties that dripped onto his bare leg and he groaned at the thought that it was because of him.

y/n giggled but the sound of her breathy laughs in his ears didn’t last long as she pressed into him further and latched her lips onto his. It was like no other kiss he’s had before. As for y/n, she’d be ashamed to say it was her first kiss. That is, her first kiss where she felt something.

y/n swallowed the moan from Richie as their lips still locked and their tongues swept over each other.

“You’re like—”

“You are, too,” y/n breathed quickly, not bothering to hear the rest of the words. Her attention was now focused on him—or the lack of him inside her. She grabbed his throbbing length once again, taking barely any time to admire it. “Do you have any?”

“Yeah.” Richie swallowed. He opened the top left drawer of his desk, revealing a box of Trojans which he quickly took a foil packet from.

It was weird. Although y/n knew this was just a one time thing she couldn’t help but feel jealous as the small hairs on her neck stood to attention.

Effortlessly, Richie tore open the foil and slid on the condom. “Ready?”

y/n nodded and bit down on her cheek as she sunk down on him. Patiently, Richie waited for her to adjust to his size and a sign for him to move.

A quick kiss to his lips was it. It was different from the first. Swift, sweet, teasing. Richie wanted more. He wanted more as he thrust up into her and he wanted more as he felt y/n’s fingertips dig into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.

“Unfair that you have more clothes on,” y/n managed to speak through a whine. To which Richie opened his eyes and through hazy lids and lust-blown pupils he saw her panties that were pulled to the side as his dick met her entrance and the bra strap that was making its way down her arm.

Richie stifled a chuckle. “You want this off?” He gestured to the graphic tee that was basically draped over his slim figure.

“God, yes. Take a hint much?” She tugged weakly on the sleeve of his shirt and he pulled away for a second so he could remove it, revealing his smooth chest and delicious collarbone.

Another whine left y/n’s lips as he pulled her in closer again. His speed picked up as he bottoms out, reaching a spot no guy has ever found before. Her left hand his in his hair, gripping at his long locks that only a Rockstar would dare wear and her right hand is clutching his cheek—his freckle-sprayed cheek that relaxes under her soft hands and delicate fingers.

Richie’s hands, however, are in a much more intimate place he realizes as he moans yet again, this time at the feeling of his roots being pulled on. One is on her ass, keeping her from falling off, though it might be impossible seeing as how close the two are. The other is playing with her folds, using the same circular motions from earlier to coax her closer.

“You feel so good,” Richie says as his eyes roll back to his head. “Fuck.”

y/n hums. Her lips can’t help but curl into a smile once the words reach her ears. “I’m close,” she whispers and Richie nods in agreement.

It’s dirty and the total opposite of what Richie would expect from the girl who walked in his door a short hour ago, but they reach their highs together, while the filthiest noise Richie’s ever heard leaves y/n’s swollen lips. He watches her as she cums. Her hair is moussed and sweat shines across her furrowed brows. But Richie Tozier swears he hasn’t seen a prettier sight.

“Fuck, doll,” Richie says in amazement.

y/n’s still smiling as she opens her eyes, but she can’t help but be embarrassed at the same time.

“What?” The question is small, but there’s a certain weight on her shoulders that Richie notices.

“You’re hot.” He’s wearing a shit-eating grin and y/n wants to smack him right then and there. But she doesn’t. She only smiles back, quickly removes herself from him, and redresses herself with the same pace. Her shirt is only slightly less damp and slightly less uncomfortable, but it’ll do. y/n supposes she could just change into her pajamas once she got home. “What, don’t tell me our session’s over already,” Richie tries to joke.

“Sorry,” y/n sighs. Her backpack is already slung over her shoulder, she didn’t even need to ask Richie for help with her stuff.

“Hey, is this because…” Richie’s large palm finds a home on y/n’s shoulder which she tenses up at.

“No!” y/n’s barely able to choke it out. “But the session was, like, supposed to be an hour, you know? And I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” She’s back to her nervous self again.

“God.” Richie realizes what this is about now. “You’re not overstaying anything, toots. You can stay for dinner if you’d like,” he offers. “Hell, stay forever.”

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes and opts for the dead skin on her lip instead. “I really have to go. Sorry, Rich.”

The last he sees is her half-smile from her all perfect lips before she slips out the door and into the rain again.

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ironstrange-is-the-endgame · 3 years

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ironstrange and ironwidow for the ship meme? I'd love to know your thoughts on these ships

Awwww thank you SO, SO much anon! you have no idea how happy this ask makes me feel!

IRONSTRANGE

General:

How long will they last? - It's a love which was born when both of them weren't younger anymore, which means that it's meant to last for the rest of their lives which will be long and happy, we don't know Endgame in this house.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It's not love at first sight. They both aren't in the best position about relationships when they met and it takes long enough to both of them to admit their feelings. They fall in love while starting to know each other better

How was their first kiss? - Passioned and kind of angry, mostly to shut Tony up.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - They both danced around about it for a while, but in the end it's Stephen who asked

Who is the best man/men? - For Tony are Rhodey and Nat, for Stephen Wong and Christine

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - //

Who did the most planning? - Stephen, mostly because he knew Tony was already stressed enough and the baby wizards wanted to help so bad.

Who stressed the most? - Tony, not about the wedding itself, but about Stephen leaving him at the altar.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Ross, Justin Hammer (he actually got an invite which said "so sorry you are not invited", Stephen considered to get one to Mordo as well, but Mordo can portal anywhere he pleases and he didn't want his wedding to be crushed by a vengeful Sorcerer), and the press.

Sex:

Who is on top? - While they don't mind switching, it's almost always Stephen who's on top.

Who is the one to instigate things? - They both do it, it mostly depends on their mood.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - It depends, they are not super young even more, but it also depends on how long they spend without having sex

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Nope, they are selfish pricks in bed.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Considering mpreg is a big nope to me, zero by themselves as a couple. Tony is Morgan's dad (Stephen adopts her) and Stephen fathered Sofia in another dimension (Tony doesn't adopt her because in my AU she reaches our dimension and Stephen when she's already a teen).

How many children will they adopt? - I'd say it depends on what happens to Harley's mom, if she dies they'd adopt Harley's sister (I headanon him being 23/24), if not Stephen only adopts Morgan. (Peter is basically their kid, but considering May was his guardian and he's over 18 now, they never legally adopted him)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - The Cloak, very likely. At least until Stephen discovers a self cleanning spell, then magic does it.

Who is the stricter parent? - Stephen, absolutely.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Very likely, Friday.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Tony, after Happy or Friday reminded him to

Who is the more loved parent? - They both are, to be honest.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Stephen. Tony has been banished after he said Morgan's teacher he could go fuck himself because his daughter is a baby genius and she lighted the class on fire because she was getting bored.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Tony, without a doubt

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Tony's lawyers. Stephen would simply open a portal in the cell they are locked into, but none of the kids ever crossed it, waiting for the night to end and to be sent home, the jury is still out on guessing why.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Tony

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Tony

Who does the grocery shopping? - Friday has their grocery delivered at the Tower

How often do they bake desserts? - Only on special occasions.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Tony is a meat lover, Stephen eats anything and doesn't say no to a salad

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Tony

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Both of them.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Stephen! The man can't cook for shit.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Tony has bots created for that, Stephen has magic, they don’t really argue about cleaning and both do it.

Who is really against chores? - none of them

Who cleans up after the pets? - Tony’s idea of pets is... peculiar (hello, Gerald). He usually has people who look after them. Stephen’s pet is a ghost dog and he’s an extremely well behaved one, therefore cleaning up after him is not really a problem.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - the Cloak when it misbehave and it’s on chores duty.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Dum-E cause he’s excited about meeting new people, which eventually ends up with various rooms covered in fire extinguishing foam.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - none of them actually does chores so...

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Stephen, he knows he has the excuse of warm water working miracles for his hands.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Bats self-walks himself, but Stephen enjoys do it nonetheless

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - only for Christmas and Halloween even if the latter is a bigger deal

What are their goals for the relationship? - not fight against genocidal ugly grapes anymore

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - in their household, sleep is the real enemy

Who plays the most pranks? - Tony, doubtlessly Tony

IRONWIDOW

General:

How long will they last? - Very, vey long, they went through hell and back together even canonically (like Nat is one of the few people in the MCU who met Tony at his lowest and stick with him all the way up to the top)and are not going to split up anytime soon!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Like they almost immediately felt a strong attraction (started phisical then grew in a more deep connection) but neither of them is a person to drop the L word easily.)

How was their first kiss? - Do you know the kiss on top of a certain building in IM2? yeah, just put the redhead instead of the blonde.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Tony

Who is the best man/men? - Rhodey and Bruce

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Yelena and (surprisingly for almost everyone) Christine Palmer (I headcanon the two of them to be friends, ok? But she also did it because she knew her and Bruce was walking around and you know what happen between maids and best men! Clint got offended, he wanted to be her maid too)

Who did the most planning? - Nat, she’s a control freak.

Who stressed the most? - None of them, Tony a little only when he met Alexei for the first time. He has no memories about meeting Malina at all, Yelena tells, during the toast, that he was so drunk and scared by her that he made the biggest fool of himself.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Ross

Sex:

Who is on top? - Nat, almost always

Who is the one to instigate things? - Tony, probably.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Again, it depends on too many factors.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Nat LOVES to tease Tony about this but nope, they do not make sure it happened.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - The one ship which could actaully have biological kids, and they can’t.

How many children will they adopt? - They’d discuss about it, but I don’t think they’d actually do it. They are the rich Uncle and Aunt which always allow their friends’ kids to do the dangerous/forbitten things.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Probably Nat.

Who is the stricter parent? - Asbolutely Nat, Tony loves spoiling kids too much.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - None of them, Nat will probably teach them how to do them and not get hurt in the process, though.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Tony, after Happy reminded him to.

Who is the more loved parent? - In terms of who spoils the children the most, Tony.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Tony, he doesn’t want to, but Nat threatened a teacher once. it wasn’t pretty.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Surprisingly, Nat.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both of them, in veeery different ways.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Tony

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Tony

Who does the grocery shopping? - Friday

How often do they bake desserts? - Almost never, neither of them loves sweets to much and when they are carving them, donuts are always the go-to

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat lovers.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Nat, but it won’t be eatable.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Nat, after ruining the anniversary dinner.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - None of them. Nat can cook, only if her life dependes on it she will actaully put effort into it, but she knows her way around the kitchen well enough not to set things of fire.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Tony’s bots.

Who is really against chores? - Nat, she thinks they are pointless

Who cleans up after the pets? - Tony will probably hire someone to do it. Not only Gerald can’t live in New York, but Nat loves snakes and Tony is secretly scared by them so he’s not going near to any of his girlfriend’s pets anytime soon.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Nat, absolutely.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - But for Dum-E (see previous answer) nobody. Nat is like: “If whoever is coming will comment on how I live, their blood will become of the decor.”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Nat, she after discovered Tony put it in there to have her clean around the house.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - they both do, especially if they are together in them.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Tony

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Only on Halloween and Russian festivities. Nat doesn’t remember half of them, but does it only out of spite.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Get to retirement is a pretty nice one, another one is convince the wizard to join them in bed (me not mentioning ironwidowstrange? it wouldn’t be me).

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Nat, it happened once, in a nightmare.

Who plays the most pranks? - Tony

#ironstrange #ironwidow #ironwidowstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #natasha romanoff #iron man #dr strange #doctor strange #black widow #marvel #mcu #anonymous #asks

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stxphxn-strange · 3 years

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i found the one, he changed my life (what now?) [i’d love it if we made it, pt. 3]

a/n: holy SHIT i am so happy about the way this turned out, this continues the story of college AU!tony dealing with his ex and the pressure he puts on himself to be honest with his friends. (title from “what now” by rihanna) TW: discussion of abusive relationships, mention of surgery, unhealthy/stalking behaviors, and i think that’s it but pls lmk if there’s anything else i should tag

summary: “He’s obsessed with you [...] I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky elaborated, leaving Anthony at a loss for words.

“It’s a nice day, seasonal allergies aside,” Anthony remarked.

“I would put flowers in your hair and be all cute and shit but I’m trying not to make you sneeze,” Stephen replied. “That would be unfortunate.”

Anthony laughed lightly and rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder. “You can still pet my head though, that would be nice.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at subtlety?” Stephen asked, beginning to play with Anthony’s hair.

“I think you did this morning,” Anthony replied. “Because you’re obnoxious.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” Stephen teased, batting his eyelashes.

“It’s one of many reasons,” Anthony said, a soft smile on his face. “It is really nice out though.”

“Listen I know I’m always on time, but can we make an exception today?” Christine sat across from the couple, her auburn hair made extra bright by the sunlight as she pulled it out of her face. “Sorry I’m late.”

“The way that you’re literally not sorry at all makes that apology for me,” Stephen said. “Don’t worry about it though, we’ve just been hanging out. Where’s Hope?”

“Inside, for some reason,” Christine replied with a shrug.

“Probably because it’s allergy season,” Anthony commented, rolling his eyes as he sneezed again.

“He complains, despite begging me to sit outside with him,” Stephen added.

“That doesn’t sound like me, but go off I guess,” Anthony replied, picking up his phone. “Hey Rhodey, what’s up?”

“Are you running errands by chance?” Rhodey asked.

“Nope, I’m sitting outside with Steph and Christine,” Anthony said. “Why, do you need something?”

“I was just going to ask if I could send you a short list of things I wanted. Not a big deal but I’m out of cereal,” Rhodey replied.

“Text it to me anyway, I don’t think I’m going out but if I do I’ll get whatever you want,” Anthony said with a shrug.

“You’re the best Tones. By the way are you feeling better?” Rhodey asked.

“A little bit. It’s nice just sitting outside,” Anthony replied. “I dunno. I’m not thinking about it.”

“Fair enough. Enjoy the fresh air, don’t worry about the cereal though! See you later.”

“Bye Rhodey, everyone say bye!”

Christine and Stephen shouted their goodbyes as Anthony ended the call.

“You good?” Christine asked kindly.

“Yeah, sorta.” Anthony shrugged again. “I just didn’t sleep a lot last night, so that wasn’t fun. I’ve been stressed out about… things. Turns out it actually is weird to have one of your friends dating your ex.”

Christine hummed. “Tea. I thought there was something bothering you, like more than just the awkwardness. I can read you well enough by now. So what’s wrong?”

“Honestly I don’t want to tell you this exact minute because I feel like the only person who should hear this privately is Bucky. I’ll have to see how I feel after I talk with him, and if I’m okay then I’ll probably tell everyone in the group all at once. I just don’t want to repeat the same story over and over again, that’s going to wear me down,” Anthony replied. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh my god dude that’s fine! No stress,” Christine rushed to assure him. “You just seem sad and I want to help but I also don’t want you to make yourself feel worse, that’s not fair to you.”

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Christine.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Christine said.

Anthony sneezed again, not seeing the need to reply beyond that. There was just nothing else to say.

“Let’s go inside,” Stephen suggested. “It’s getting kinda gross out anyway.”

“Oh sorry, that’s because I’m out here. I’ll leave.” Anthony jokingly moved to stand up, laughing raucously when Stephen pulled him into a hug before he even stood.

“Nooo, you’re good! You stay,” Stephen replied. “The sun is out because you’re here.”

Anthony blushed and buried his head against Stephen’s collarbone. “Oh hush.”

Christine stood up. “I may as well go inside while you two idiots keep flirting, now my allergies are acting up.”

“You’re not allergic to pollen,” Stephen remarked, standing up and offering Anthony his hand.

“I’m not allergic to most things, but I’m allergic to your bullshit,” Christine quipped. “I feel like I tell you that at least once a week.”

Anthony laughed and stood up, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist.

“In all seriousness, you’re cute together,” Christine continued.

“Oh we know,” Anthony said. “How was your day Christine?”

The trio headed inside as Christine thought about how to answer.

“Honestly I don’t think anything even happened today.” she finally said. “Hope and I had breakfast together and I quite literally ran into Carol in the library. It was nice to catch up with her though because I feel like I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Now that I think about it, I also feel like I haven’t seen Carol in a long time,” Stephen said.

“We didn’t talk for too long since we were in the library, but she seems good,” Christine replied. “I think she and Val are still unpacking so they’ve been focused on that, y’know?”

“Makes sense. Props to them for moving in the middle of the year, that’s too much for me. That’s why I’m making everyone wait until the summer,” Anthony said.

“You’re not making anyone wait, you’re just making sense,” Stephen corrected him. “Moving is stressful enough, I don’t want to deal with it during exam season and neither does anyone else.”

“Can I plan your housewarming party?” Christine asked, opening the apartment door.

“Who said anything about a housewarming party?” Anthony replied.

“Wong said I could throw one once you’re all moved in,” Christine explained. “We don’t have a contract in writing yet, but that’s because—”

“Because I never said you could throw us a party!” Wong shouted from the living room. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, half paying attention to whatever show Bucky and an all too familiar blond were watching. “Also Bucky is here again, and he brought a friend.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky chimed in. “We’re going to dinner soon, I just left my jacket here the other day and then I decided I’d introduce Steve to you guys. So yeah, this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve, this is Christine, Stephen, and I think you know Tony. I heard there’s a history there or something.”

Bucky was trying his best to prematurely make the best of an awkward situation, but Steve was the only one who found any humor in what he said.

The offending blond laughed and nodded, his expression unreadable in a way that made Anthony freeze. He was looking with condescension at their entwined hands, like he didn’t approve of Stephen and Anthony finally being together. With an arrogant sniff, he got off his high horse long enough to respond. “I know him and Stephen, actually. You both look good.”

“Thanks,” Stephen replied, his teeth bared in a forced, blatantly hostile grin.

Anthony rubbed at his eyes, tearing up from the situation and his allergies. “Yeah good to see you too, if you’ll excuse me I need to take some allergy medication.” He couldn’t run and hide in the bathroom fast enough, and he knew everyone in the room could see him trembling.

Stephen let his genuine emotion break through his façade for a moment, frowning as he watched Anthony retreat. His steely look of disapproval returned a minute later as he sat down in the kitchen, eavesdropping on the group’s conversation.

“Mind if I get some water? I didn’t get to hydrate as much today,” Steve asked.

Stephen, pretending to be busy, glared at his phone like he was reading a poorly worded email. He paid little attention to the blond as he bumbled around the kitchen, following Wong’s directions on where to find cups and the Brita and other shit.

“So you’ve finally come back to the city, hm? Tony used to tell me about how you both grew up here and how New York never left you,” Steve asked Stephen. He was making an extremely poor attempt to sound friendly, but all he did was make the med student extremely uncomfortable.

Stephen gave a forced laugh. “Yeah, they couldn’t keep me away.”

“Seems like you couldn’t keep yourself away from Tony either, not with the amount of times he cheated on me with you,” Steve remarked.

“Listen, we both know that’s not true and I barely want to give you the time of day. You know damn well he never cheated on you and I don’t have to justify myself to you. After all, you were the cheater. If you think I’m just going to roll over in my own apartment and let you run your mouth like that, especially knowing how badly you treated my Anthony, then you’ve got another thing coming,” Stephen snapped. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Clearly anyone who thinks I’m aggressive and controlling hasn’t met you,” Steve said, closing the fridge and leaving Stephen fuming in the kitchen.

After 15 minutes of ignoring some small talk, Stephen had had enough. Anthony was still hiding somewhere and Stephen was just over Steve being in his apartment. He was trying not to be too angry, because Bucky didn’t know about how Steve and Anthony’s breakup or relationship went. Stephen couldn’t, and didn’t, blame him.

But Steve was a coward and a jerk, and Stephen wouldn’t touch him with an 11 foot pole. Stephen wouldn’t even get close to him to shove him headfirst out the door, actually.

“I’m gonna be in my room studying if you guys need anything, enjoy your dinner Bucky!” He said, waving at his friends in the living room and pointedly ignoring Steve.

“Thanks man! If you want to hang out later, maybe on a double date or something—”

“Oh I’d love that!” Steve chimed in, unprovoked and uninvited.

“Depends on what Ant’s doing, I know I’m pretty busy tonight but if he wants to go out then we’ll let you know,” Stephen said firmly. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and Anthony’s light footsteps in the hall.

“I think I’ll just run to the bathroom before we leave, if that’s alright?” Steve asked.

“Are you asking me?” Stephen replied, ignoring him and heading in the direction of his bedroom. “Don’t you dare patronize me.”

Anthony was standing nervously outside Stephen’s room, staring at the floor. He looked horrified and meek, pressing his back against the wall and hoping he’d disappear out of Steve’s gaze.

But of course he wasn’t that lucky. Sometimes it felt like he’d never truly get away from the way Steve used to look at him and was apparently still looking at him.

Anthony looked up as Stephen gently tapped his shoulder. “Hey… you alright?”

He forced himself to nod, tears still pooling in his eyes from either anxiety or allergies. Maybe both. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just—”

“Oh there you are Tony! Bucky and I are leaving, so I thought I’d say goodbye,” Steve said, lingering in the doorway to the bathroom. “Maybe we could go for a double date later? If you’re allowed to, that is. I always said Strange was a controlling downgrade, didn’t I?”

“Good thing I never listened when you said that, because I’m much happier now,” Anthony muttered.

“Aww, don’t be a bad sport! It’ll be just like the glory days.” Steve appeared to be ignoring his current relationship to flirt with Anthony, stepping out of the doorway and leaning closer (read: too close for comfort) to him.

“I don’t know about that,” Anthony said, his voice taut. “I wouldn’t want to be around you for much longer. Seeing you is already making me think about our… could you call it a relationship?”

“You’re so funny Tony, just as funny as I remember.” Steve sounded like a content house cat as he quite literally purred at Tony. “I miss that humor. I just miss you.”

“I can’t say the feeling is mutual.”

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“Not to state the obvious, but I hate that guy,” Stephen muttered, storming into the kitchen a few hours later.

“Is Ant okay?” Wong hadn’t moved from his seat in the living room, except for the fact that he was laying across the armchair sideways and there were three more mystery novels next to him.

“He’s sleeping. Even before all of that shit went down,” Stephen began, gesturing to the air in front of him, “We were outside for long enough that even if he won’t admit it, his allergies are bothering him.”

“How long were you outside for before I came to sit with you guys?” Christine asked.

“Maybe 90 minutes? Long enough to be considered too long,” Stephen replied. “It doesn’t matter. Did you guys eat yet?”

“No, we were waiting on you and Pepper. She said she’d be back by 7,” Christine said.

“What do you want? I’m open to suggestions,” Stephen asked. “I kinda want to make pasta but I know I’m not good enough at it so it wouldn’t make Anthony happy.”

“Don’t be stupid, Stephen. It absolutely would, and you know that,” Christine scolded him. “Do whatever you feel like! And I think pasta sounds nice.”

Stephen nodded. “Fair enough. I’m making ravioli and none of you can stop me. We deserve it.”

“Oh no Stephen don’t do that, don’t make something that you like to cook and that we all like to eat,” Wong teased. “Christine, he’s too powerful, we have to stop him.”

Stephen humorously rolled his eyes. “Anthony is the one who gave me a good recipe, so technically we all have him to thank for enabling me. Except not right now. Let him sleep.”

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“Oh by the way, I told Bucky that I’d get coffee with him later and we’re going to talk about whatever the hell happened this weekend,” Anthony said. “Do you want me to bring you back anything while I’m out?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so.” Stephen drew a heart on the back of Anthony’s hand with his thumb, something he noticed himself doing a lot.

Anthony always rewarded him for the gesture with the smallest, shyest smile that Stephen thought was the most adorable thing ever. “Text me if you change your mind, yeah?”

“Okay, I will.” Stephen smiled back at him, lovingly brushing Anthony’s hair out of his face. “Also if I send you a list will you help me decide on a movie for tonight?”

“Not sure you’re asking the right person, but sure,” Anthony replied.

“That’s subjective. I think I’m asking the right person,” Stephen said. “You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“I hope I never do.” Anthony pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Stephen’s lips. “But knowing you, you’ll definitely change your mind about wanting a tea or something.”

“If I do, I’ll tell you,” Stephen replied, smiling into the kiss. “Promise. Have a good day, and good luck later.”

“I think I’m going to need it,” Anthony said with a little nervous laugh.

“Would a kiss help your luck?” Stephen couldn’t keep a neutral face. “I never imagined myself saying that. Or getting to kiss you.”

“Stop it, don’t make me blush this early in the day,” Anthony replied. “In all seriousness, I love you. And your kisses are magical, who’s to say they aren’t lucky?”

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Anthony couldn’t say whether or not he felt lucky later that day, because the only thing he felt was nervous. Bucky looked just as nervous and sheepish as Anthony did, and his internal monologue had already switched to guilt. They exchanged small talk and pleasantries while they waited for their coffee, their mutual discomfort becoming more and more tangible by the minute.

Most people joked that Anthony talked to hear the sound of his own voice, but today he was so nervous he couldn’t hear himself think. He didn’t know what to say or even where to start. Thankfully, Bucky blurted out a question before Anthony thought about how to start the conversation.

“How long were you two together?”

“Two and a half years, give or take. And I didn’t cheat on him with Stephen.”

“I didn’t think so. I wasn’t even going to ask about that.” Bucky smiled, trying to somehow calm Anthony down with his expression. “Who broke it off?”

“Me. Sometimes I feel like I did it a lot later than I should have, honestly.” Anthony shrugged. “I wasn’t ever happy in that relationship. I wanted to be, and I did everything I could to make it work even at my own expense, but eventually I had to end it. I’m happier now, but sometimes I still… I shouldn’t say any of this to you, not if you’re happy.”

“You know what bothers me, though?”

Anthony wasn’t expecting that. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think he’s over you. And that doesn’t bother me in a jealous sense, I’m not like that, but I feel almost used. Especially after this weekend,” Bucky said.

“What do you mean?” That worried Anthony for a lot of reasons, and he couldn’t decide which one was the most important.

“Tony, he's obsessed with you. The entire time we were driving Sunday night he wouldn’t stop talking about you, to the point where it was weird. I started to feel like he used me to see you,” Bucky replied. “One time I showed him a group picture, this was like six months ago, from that time we went out ice skating and ever since then he’s been pestering me about you. I don’t even think it has anything to do with me, if that makes sense.”

“I’m not following,” Anthony admitted. “Not entirely, anyway.”

“I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky said. “Now as I said it’s not jealousy, I just think it’s a bit disturbing that he’s so hung up on you.”

Anthony nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t like that. He didn’t want me to dump him but I had to, there’s no two ways about it. What happened Sunday?”

“We had a disagreement. I told him I felt used and he wasn’t happy about that, but he didn’t deny it either,” Bucky replied. “I was hoping he’d drop the whole thing but I don’t think he’s going to. I don’t think he’s going to ever get over you, honestly.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.” Anthony nervously ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to pull at it. “Um… yeah I don’t really know what to think or what to say.”

“Neither do I,” Bucky admitted. “I really want to try things out with him and see how they continue, but I also don’t think he’s going to change. Now that he’s actually seen you, I feel like it’s only going to be more awkward.”

“Oh about that, I’m sorry I didn’t want to go out the other day,” Anthony said. “I was going to try and make myself power through it, but… just being around him for however long you guys were in the apartment was way too much. I got really anxious and just hid in Stephen’s room. And then, on an unrelated note, I ended up sleeping for 14 hours or something.”

“I’m sorry if I was forceful. I didn’t know how to subtly ask if he was making you uncomfortable in the moment, but I could see it,” Bucky replied. “I don’t blame you.”

Anthony shrugged. “Dude I’m at a loss, generally speaking. I don’t know what to say about everything you just told me, but honestly I’m feeling a little sick.”

“Are you going to see Stephen? I’m meeting Christine, so if you want I’ll walk with you,” Bucky offered.

Anthony nodded. “Sure.”

“I really am sorry, Tony. For everything this weekend, and if something I said upset you after your wisdom tooth surgery,” Bucky said.

“It’s not your fault. I’ve been stressing about how to tell everyone about that relationship for too long and the way I felt when I woke up just reminded me of something I still don’t really want to talk about,” Anthony replied. “There’s a lot I’m holding back, even from you, but I’m just not ready to go into all of that yet.”

“I won’t be upset if you tell me,” Bucky tried to comfort him.

“It’s less about that and more the fact that I don’t want to even think about it. I don’t want to think about him,” Anthony said. “I don’t want to hear his voice, or see him, or even hear about him, if I’m being honest. And I feel bad, because I know you love him, but—”

“But you’re my friend, and I care about you. Plus you’re way too polite to be direct when something or someone upsets you and I think that does more harm than good. You just end up keeping everything to yourself, and you don’t have to,” Bucky interrupted. “You don’t have to be a closed book all the time.”

Anthony smiled at that. “Stephen’s said that to me before. I don’t know why, but I like that phrasing. I’m not one to open up in general, even though I trust everyone in our friend group, but this feels like it’s too much to get into the open right now. Someday I’ll be ready, but not today. It doesn’t help that this weekend was honestly too soon.”

“That’s fair man,” Bucky replied. “I don’t have to tell you that Stephen loves the shit out of you, and you deserve that.”

“I could go on and on about Steph probably endlessly,” Anthony said, hiding his face as he blushed.

“Everyone knows that, even people who have never met either of you know that!” Bucky teased. “But honestly, are you okay?”

Anthony shrugged. “Yes and no. I just need time.”

“I understand. And I am really, really sorry about this weekend,” Bucky replied. “Forgive me?”

Anthony shook his head. “Do I need to? It’s not your fault.”

“I know it’s not, but still… I’m sorry. I hope that means something, at least.��

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doctorofmagic · 3 years

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@aeris-the-sailor said:

AAAH OH MY STARS!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!! And the fact that you took all those hours searching that last one issue by issue is greatly appreciated!!!

Truthfully, after someone said that people with mutism can’t be written, it got personal, which is partly why I’ve been so passionate to get the application as perfect as I can get it—citations and everything. I’ve been working on it non-stop for a week straight now, and I feel so lifeless and drained out :’) but there’s something about seeing someone else put a lot of effort into the character too that makes me feel valid and life-full again!!

So, sincerely, thank you. Thank you for the time you took to reply to my question. You didn’t need to put all the effort, but you did, and I appreciate it to the moon and back! You’re really great! :D I hope you have a splendiferous rest of the day/night <3

It’s always a pleasure and a personal hobby of mine, so it’s all fine ^-^ Thank you for sharing your reasons for rpging cloakie. If you need more info about the item, don’t hesitate to hit my inbox again! And please, take care! Comics can be draining, especially when it comes to research! Stay safe and have a marvelous day!

@the-enterprising-bookworm said:

I relate to Stephen falling in love too easily when someone attractive is kind and open with him 😅 pls don't let him end up hurt again...

GOOD LORD HE LOOKS STUNNING! The stray wavy locks over his forehead in the first panel I can't 😭 and Carol looks gorgeous as well

I relate to the fact that “we shouldn’t get too involved” and then “ok 🤡”. You’re not alone aishdaodhohoad and yes????????????? Jacobo’s Stephen is my new favorite Stephen of all times. I spent years trying to figure out which face fit him best. He did it. I’m so aaaaaaa in love with his art. It’s not even fair.

@wavy-arms said:

It's such a rollercoaster! There is so much drama. He deserve to be happy, but this thing with Carol...? I love it so much, but it's doomed! I know it in my heart. 😭

They won’t allow our boi to be happy... *sobs*

@circusofmagik said:

I have the same impression. I thought Carol was going back to Rhodees and what happened with Stephen was a one night thing. But now, my dear Stephen looks so happy, so cute, so perfect....for getting his heart broken again. I won't be able to see him suffer again . What is it with writers who don't want to see him in love? Or will Carol stay with Stephen? But I see it unlikely because of her strong connection to Rhodees. AAAAAAAAAA I don't know, I just want to give him a hug

Let’s all get together and give him a very comfy hug because he deserves the world (I’m not crying, you are!!!)

@writingismydivision said:

I- this is so bad for Stephen. Can they just let him be happy?

Apparently not?????????????????????????? I’m ready to riot. We ride at dawn.

@danversmaximoff (can’t tag you, sorry) said:

I know more of Stephen's characterization through the mcu, as I am admittedly reading this as a Carol fan. I knew he's had romance before, namely Clea. But I didn't expect him to be so... tender? Idk if that's the right word but your analysis of him is spot on and I came to your blog after I read it! I agree that it seems like he's already in love, but I can't help but feel like it'll end with him hurt. Did you think his justification for not teaching her magic was justified

Hi, there! Well, since I’m a Stephen hardcore stan, I’ll try my best to summarize all this angst in a few words (and fail, watch me).

You’re absolutely right. He’s still in love with Clea (in canon, btw) and could never forgive himself for pushing her away. It’s complicated, canon has some divergences but if you’re interested, I can offer some links about them. He has always been tender and gentle, especially when he’s hopelessly in love. This is why I hate his 2012 personification in which he is portrayed as a dog. Old school!Stephen is all about kindness and passion. Love is a very important trait for his whole characterization. He has flaws, of course. And still, he’s one of the most lovely male characters in Marvel. And I do not take it lightly because it’s true!

He’s also very sensitive because of magic but full of insecurities and fears, which makes him a very lonely person who constantly struggles with guilt and pain.

Since Clea left, he never really found someone to take her place. He keeps failing and failing. So when Carol showed up and offered some kind words, of course he desperately tried to hold onto her. The more he lives alone in the Sanctum (and he’s truly alone in current days because both Wong and Zelma left him), the more he sinks into his own intrusive thoughts. Carol was the first light he saw, even though he knows he’s not supposed to grow feelings for her.

And about magic? It’s really complicated. Magic has a cost. The moment you open your third eye, there’s no turning back. You’ll perceive the world differently. You’ll be forever connected to the fluid energy that binds mystic beings all together. It’s a burden. So it’s only natural that Stephen doesn’t want to teach her magic. It’s not an easy task. It demands sacrifice and compromising. Stephen only taught people who was touched by magic before (i.e., Magik, Doom, Voodoo). When he decided to open Zelma’s third eye without her consent in order to save her life, Wong was completely against it because he would sentence her to a very harshy life.

It seems that Kelly preferred to portray him as a patronizing sorcerer instead of someone who’s worried about the implications behind magic. But I strongly believe that magic is indeed something quite dangerous. This is why there are so few sorcerers in the Marvel Universe. In that sense, yes, I believe it was justified.

Overall, I think he’s already hurting. And it really breaks my heart because, as we’ve seen, he’s very kind and gentle. He deserves better :(

#long reply #i'm still trying to get over it but my boi keeps getting wrecked by marvel #i'm sad

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Huck and Stephen 07

Before: Pet Sitting

OC Nonhuman Whumpee and OC Master fic

This is a series - link to 01. Masterpost here <3

A/N: This is the next update of the Huck and Stephen story, but here set before Huck ends up on dear Stephen’s doorstep. In this, Huck is called Pet, which was the name given to them by their previous owner, Master Parry. These new fics are much much more hurt & no comfort than some of the other ones I’ve done, but I promise Huck will get the nice treatment they deserve from Stephen soon enough! (I know because I’ve written up to it aha). But there’ll be some heavy stuff between now and then so please ask me for specific tags or warnings if you need them or I miss something :) Hope you enjoy this, I will be hiding under the desk.

ALSO! @haro-whumps did some gorgeous fanart for Huck (LINK) and it’s so lovely!! Thank you so much!! I hope you like these new updates.

Also, I want to thank @geodes-whump-cave, @deluxewhump and @newbornwhumperfly so much for their support and interest in the Huck and Stephen saga, without whose encouragement I probably wouldn’t be posting. And thanks to @redstainedsocks and @gimmethatsweetwhump for your encouragement always, you’re the best <3

Content warnings: verbal and physical abuse, dehumanisation, (brief) xenophobia, and (brief) choking

(Huck/Pet POV)

Crouched at the foot of the bed, Pet watched anxiously as Master Parry packed his things, meticulously folding up his work shirts.

Flicking his wrist, Master checked his watch with a scowl. “Where is that kid?” He glanced down and Pet reflexively leant backwards, curling their tail close to their paws. “What’re you doing?”

Pet flinched, crouching down lower with a soft whimper of apology, their ears flattened. It didn’t help.

“Always under my fucking feet.” Master kicked Pet in the ribs, hard enough to knock the air out of them with a thud, though Master was only wearing his slippers this time.

They didn’t know what to do, what Master wanted from them these days; pressing close to Master annoyed him, but trying to keep out of the way was no better. Being quiet made Master accuse Pet of ‘sneaking’ around, but every noise they made infuriated him. They used to be able to please him, if they behaved nicely and didn’t speak, but somehow, without meaning to, they’d lost the ability to make Master look fondly at them.

Master curled his lip. “Get out.”

Pet seized on the direct order and hurried to obey, only to yelp when Master suddenly lurched towards them and grabbed a handful of their hair, jerking their head back. Tears came to Pet’s eyes, even as they tried so hard to repress them. Only weak creatures cried. Master’s expression was twisted with loathing as he looked down at them, his grip agonising in their hair, and it was that hatred that hurt more than Master’s kicks or careless cruelties. Pet wanted more than anything for Master to look at them with affection, just once, like he used to.

“You know the one thing that makes this crappy work trip worthwhile, Pet? Being packed into those cheap, filthy planes like sardines, the disgusting hotels and disease-infested foreign food? Not having to deal with you, you and your pathetic snivelling.” He shoved Pet away and they collapsed on the floor, curled into a ball around the pain in their chest, shaking as they tried so hard not to cry. “Dirty animal.”

Master strode away into his en suite to wash his hands, getting Pet’s germs off him, he said, because no matter how often Pet showered, Master never thought they were clean. And Pet never felt clean, not with how Master always looked so disgusted by them.

Sobbing now, but silently, Pet dragged themself off the floor and scurried out the room, tail between their legs, not wanting to make Master even more furious by disobeying when he’d ordered them to leave.

The doorbell finally rang twenty minutes later, to Pet’s great relief. Master had been pacing the floor and muttering in annoyance for ten minutes and Pet was wound tight as a coil. They hurried to open the door as they were normally expected to, but Master was in too much of a hurry and Pet, like usual, was in the way.

“Move!” Master barked, knocking past Pet even as they tried to get out of the way. They stifled a soft whimper as they barely managed to stay upright, not wanting to draw Master’s attention when he was as angry as he was.

Master flung open the door hard enough that it hit the wall and Pet flinched from where they were hovering in the corridor, a few paces behind Master.

“Why are you never on time?” Master demanded of the smartly-dressed young man at the door.

It was Harrison, Master Parry’s son and Pet’s heart sunk at the sight of him, but they made themself sit up straight and tuck their paws and tail in neatly, not slouching like Master hated.

Harrison strolled inside, tall and angularly handsome. He’d changed since he used to live with Master and Pet, before he left for university a few years ago. He’d grown his hair out longer and lost some weight, which left his cheekbones sharper and his eyes, always cruel, now seeming even colder behind the lock of hair that seemed deliberately styled to fall across one eyebrow.

“Come on,” Harrison said, easily, “it’s only just after-”

“I don’t care, I really don’t.” Master waved Harrison inside. “Just take the mutt and get going. I have a plane to catch.”

Harrison, his hands in the pockets of his slacks, looked down at Pet with a smile that looked soft, but barely even reached his lean cheeks. Pet shivered, their skin prickling under their fur.

He came forward to rub Pet between the ears. “Hello there.” Harrison’s touch itself wasn’t unpleasant but Pet still had to force themself not to flinch away from it. “We meet again, mutt.”

“Harrison.” Master put his bag down in hall loud enough to make Pet flinch. “Just take it and drop it back in a week. In one piece.” Harrison’s hand briefly tightened in Pet’s hair and, their scalp still tender from Master grabbing their hair just a moment ago, Pet winced. Harrison noticed and goosebumps passed over Pet’s arms at the slight smile that passed over Harrison’s cold face.

Harrison finally dropped his hand from Pet’s head and Pet’s shoulders slumped in relief. Turning to his father, Harrison grinned rakishly and held out a hand. “Cash up front, dad. Pet sitting is expensive; those shelter places would charge you a fortune.”

Master scowled, but he was already digging out his wallet, glancing again at his watch. “How would you know what it costs?” he said as he shoved the money into Harrison’s hand. “You do nothing but bleed me dry, kid.”

Harrison just smiled, pushing the notes into the pocket of his jeans, which looked like they’d been torn at the knees by the claws of an angry creature.

“Hasta leugo, dad,” Harrison said as he grabbed Pet’s leash and muzzle off the hook by the door, carelessly fastening it around Pet’s neck. He gave his dad a jaunty wave. Without waiting for Pet to get their paws under them, he towed them out the door and onto the pavement outside. Pet coughed, half-choked, and dragged in a lungful of air as they hurried to catch up with Master Harrison, their stomach sinking. A week. Just a week.

I know this one is only short, I’ll post the others over the next few days probably, Please do let me know what you think, and my inbox is always open for thoughts, requests, feedback and ideas <3

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wifeofstark · 4 years

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OMG FKIN FINALLY. I've had this fic sitting around collecting dust for days due to technical issues but it's finally hereeee. I'M BUZZING FOR YOU GUYS TO TREAD THIS, I'm so happy with the concept and it was the most passionate I've been writing since Songs About Sex. If you give anything of mine a chance, pls make it this.

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The door of his study breezes open and Wong hisses at the sight of him. Stephen looks up from the three books he’s reading and touches gently at the wound above his brow. It’s bleeding again.

“Loki clobbered me with his stupid gold sceptre”

“Loki? Odin's son Loki?”

“The same one, he came to Earth through the Tesseract” It happened only the night before, he came back to the Sanctum once it was done, splashed some water on his wound and proceeded to stay up all night trying to find a way to make sure Loki is never a problem again.

“Oh that's very bad. Where’s the cube? And Loki?”

“Nick Fury has it in a very secure Shield vault, I made sure he put it there. As for Loki, I sent him back through the portal he came out of. He’s an idiot, ‘I’m burdened with glorious purpose’” he mocks the man's voice, ending his interpretation with a huff. Glorious purpose or not, Stephen has a problem on his hands.

“You sound pretty annoyed”

“He said he’s going to bring an army Wong. And I don’t know what to do” he falls back into his chair so heavily the wind knocks out of him.

“From where? His own people wouldn’t attack Earth”

“I don’t know” he grits out, watching his hands as they shake twice the amount they usually do. He doesn’t know anything, Loki could be back in a fortnight with enough fighters to take down earth in ten minutes and he wouldn't have a clue.

“Oh I came in because I was downstairs and a guy called, he said he was Commander Stark”

“Commander? Of what, the clown police?”

“No of Shield” Wong says plainly. That makes sense, he’s on Fury’s radar now. “Do you know him?”

“Of course not, if I did I would know what he was the Commander of” he goes to turn the page of one of his books but retracts his hand when he remembers there’s blood on his fingers.

“You’re annoying this morning, get some sleep” that said, Wong returns to the doorway.

“I am trying to stop an army from invading earth Wong!”

“Let’s both do that, take a two hour nap first though”

Stephen takes a much needed shower and tends to his cut properly, disinfecting and slapping a plaster over it. In the mirror a tired man watches him, a man who hates not knowing and is suffering for it.

Loki is the first enemy he’s faced that instead of from another dimension is from another realm, and he has plenty of books at his disposal that cover the nine realms but the multiverse is so much more than that, he has to protect one little planet among a black sea of countless star systems. He’s no match for the infinite unknown.

Stephen tries to sleep, and it's a poor attempt, he doesn’t feel rested at all when he goes to find Wong in the artifact room. His only two friends, Wong and his cloak, notice it and don’t look very impressed. Regardless, he and Wong brainstorm. Stephen wouldn’t call it fruitful, they’re stumped on Loki’s motive for attacking earth and they have too many possible army choices, many of them baseless if they were to admit it to themselves.

The sound of a knock on the sanctum doors cuts the frustration growing on them. The two of them look at eachother, because no one just knocks on a Sanctum door. Sanctums are designed to be unseen to those who aren’t looking for them, and if they have a guest from the Masters they don’t come through the front doors.

Stephen leads the way, jogging down the stairs and stopping at the door. The Sanctum isn’t wringing any warning bells so he carefully opens the door, just a crack, enough to see who's on the other side. It’s a man, he looks normal enough, if a little obnoxious in a leather jacket and sunglasses. “Can I help you?”

“Are you Stephen Strange?”

“Who’s asking?”

The man reaches under his white top and shows him dog tags, the one with the Shield logo on it flips over in the wind and it has an A on the other side, with an arrow pointing down at the tail of the letter. “Commander Stark, Shield. Can I come in?”

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brianandthemays · 4 years

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Paper Rings: Complications, Too Part 2

A/N My birthday is in 2 hours!!

Also beta read by the wonderful @queen-irl-af

Paper Rings Complications Too, Pt 1

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY PLS), fluff, cuteness

Word Count: 3k

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It was a while before you heard from him. He texted you when he left the hospital, told you he was looking forward to seeing you again but that was it. You were growing antsy. Did he know what he said? Would his mom tell him? You’d never gone this long without talking to him or seeing him and, though it was cheesy, you missed him so much. It felt like a piece of you was missing.

You were cooking in the kitchen. Cheryl had gone home for the weekend, leaving you alone in the apartment. Usually, you would call Ben and the two of you would spend the whole weekend together, but now, you didn’t know where you stood.

Well, that changed when there was a knock at your door. You turned off the stove and wiped off your hands before walking to your door. As always, you looked through the peephole. You had to stop your self from yelling out and you unlocked and threw the door open.

“BEN!” you cried. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m coming to see you,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing.

You looked down, seeing him leaning on his crutches, a cast surrounding his leg almost us to his mid-thigh. You shook your head and opened the door.

“Come in, sit down,” you insisted.

“Hey!” he called out. You turned back to look at him as he hopped inside. “Can I get a kiss?”

You smiled before walking back towards him. He grinned at you.

“Maybe you can,” you giggled, moving your hands to cup his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was a short sweet but as you pulled away you found that pit in your stomach that you felt at the hospital. “I think we need to talk”

Ben nodded, his facing flushing red. “Yeah… uh… let’s sit down.”

He crutched over to the couch as you walked into the kitchen. When you returned you had a sharpie in your hand.

“Can I sign your cast,” you asked, siting next to him.

“Please! I was waiting for you to ask,” he returned, moving his leg up onto the couch.

You began signing you name, making a little drawing next to your name.

“How have you been?” you asked, coloring in your drawing.

“Okay… ya know, Stephen came and brought my schoolwork,” he told you. “I’ve been meaning to call you.”

You look up at him before leaning back. He reached over and took your hand. He held it in his own, studying it carefully, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles.

“My mum… she, uh, told me what I said,” he murmured, not looking up from your hand.

You placed your other hand on his chin, moving his face to look at you. “Ben, honey.”

“I just wanted to say that… I didn’t really mean it,” he started, continuing to look anywhere but you.

“Ben—”

“I mean, I did mean it I just—”

“Ben—”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything—”

“Ben!”

He looked up at you, his big green eyes laced with fear and vulnerability. He pulled one of his lips into his teeth, chewing anxiously.

“Ben,” you repeated, moving your thumb to pull down on his lip, pulling it from his mouth, rubbing your thumb over it. “I love you.”

His eyes lit up and his hand tightened on your hand. Then he reached up with both hands, cupping your face and pressing his lips against yours. This kiss was so different from the others. So full of love and passion and it made you whimper. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He reached down to clutch your thigh helping you to swing your leg over his waist to straddle him.

“Watch your leg,” you murmured, giggling. He chuckled, looking down for a moment to help you settle against his thighs. The two of you stared at each other, taking in each other’s presences as Ben wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you firm against him.

He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and you reciprocated.

“You’re all mine,” he mumbled, holding you as close as he could.

“And you’re mine,” you whispered back.

He smiled. “Always, baby girl, always.”

And he kissed you again. And again, and again and again. It was like you were lost in him. His arms holding you so tight and your arms keeping you flush against him. His hands drifted down, brushing over the skin showing at your midriff. You moaned, reaching down to encourage him. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” he said quietly, pulling your shirt off. Once your shirt was off he paused, his hands moving to rest on your waist. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “And I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He kissed your cheek. A kiss to your neck. A kiss to your collar. “I love you.”

Your body was warm with adoration. Every kiss sending a shock of warmth through your body. He loved you. He really did. Who would’ve thought that the dude on the back porch of Roger’s house would end up being the love of your life? He continued to kiss down your body as you curled in around him. He stopped at your stomach, peppering your skin with kisses.

“Ben, I need you,” you whined.

He chuckled pulling back. “Well, that might be a little difficult.” He tapped his cast.

You frowned, looking at the cast, your mind racing with how you could get to him even closer.

“I could ride you,” you concluded.

Ben’s eyes darkened and became hooded. “God, I love you.”

He buried his head in your neck and you laughed, holding onto him. He sucked a mark into your neck before pulling back, pausing for just a moment to admire you before capturing your lips in another kiss.

“I really do love you,” he murmured, placing another kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“I love you, too,” you replied, softly.

It wasn’t long before you had moved to your bed, finding it easier to movie around there. You had lost your bra and your pants leaving you in just your panties and Ben in just his pants. You were in your bed, you straddling his waist bent over attached at the lips. His hands were anything but stagnant, roaming over your body as if he needed to touch all of it at once. You started kissing down this body, moving down his chest until you reached shorts pants. You hooked your fingers into them, pulling them down his legs. You wanted to take them off. But his stupid cast got in the way.

“Ben,” you whined. He sat up and started helping you around his cast, and eventually he got his pants around his cast, his boxer’s follow soon after. You shook your head, a smile coming onto your face as you turned back to him. “For the record, this cast is so not sexy.”

“Oh really.” He raised his eyebrows. “You still seem pretty eager.”

“Maybe that’s because your dick is pressed against my stomach,” you quipped, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, beginning to stroke up and down. That made him stutter, he loud out a broken moan and his hand shot down to stop yours.

“Woah, stop, stop,” he panted, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to fuck you.” You frowned, moving back so you can look at him better. He let out a short laugh, kissing you again. “I want to make love to you.” You shuddered, brushing your nose against his. He smiled. “Can I do that, love?”

You nodded; your eyes glued to his. He kissed you again. But this was a slow kiss, showing you how this night was going to go. He laid back, pulling you down with him. One of his hands moved down your back before moving to rub the skin on your stomach. His fingers ghosted down to your covered core. He began to rub his fingers against your pussy; a slow delicate movement that cause your breath to hitch. You disconnected your lips, trying desperately to regain your breath as he continued to rub you in just the right way.

Sex was not something strange to the two of you. You knew every nook and cranny of Ben’s body and he knew yours and right now, he was using that to his advantage. Just as you were settling into the current feelings running through your body, his fingers slipped underneath your panties to come in direct contact with your core. You gasped as he began to collect your wetness on his fingers before beginning to circle your entrance. Then he pressed inside, and you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, unable to control the noises that were leaving your mouth. He pressed in and out pushing into the knuckle, so deep inside you, then pulling out before you could get comfortable. You whimpered into his chest and he shushed you calmly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed. He added his thumb, pressing onto your clit in firm, tight circles. You moaned, your breath picking up. “Let’s see here.” His fingers began searching inside you and then he found it. That perfect spot in your body that sent a rush of pleasure through you and you felt that tightening feeling in your stomach about to snap. “Let go, honey.” He pressed down on your clit and your g-stop at the same time and it snapped. You let out a breathy moan and arched into him. “There, you go. That’s it.”

You regained your breath after a minute, pressing a kiss against his shoulder before sitting up. You reached down between your bodies and grabbed onto his cock. You stroked it up and down as you reached into your bedside drawer to grab a condom. His cock was so hard, the tip was leaking pre-cum furiously and the tip red and swollen. You smiled at him before leaning down to place a kiss to the tip of his cock, gaining a groan from Ben as he look ed down at you. You giggled before sitting up and sliding the condom onto his dick. Then you lifted yourself so you just above him. You looked Ben in the eyes and reached forward to grab his hands.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you, too,” he grumbled, hands tightening in yours.

Then you lowered yourself onto him, letting out a shaky breath. You whimpered trying to adjust to his size, lowering yourself so you were flush with his chest. He kissed your forehead and whispered sweet comments in your ear. Telling you how much he loved you and how amazing you were doing. Once you felt comfortable, you began to move. Grinding and lifting you started a steady rhythm, panting and moaning with each thrust. You moved up and down, eyes fluttering shut as you desperately raised to find your high.

You unhooked your hands from each other, moving them to drag down his chest, creating small red marks in his skin. You pressed kisses to his chest and neck, leaving marks all over his body.

“Damn, baby, you’re really going to town, huh?” Ben chuckled.

You didn’t answer but sucked on a particularly sensitive part of his neck cause him to thrust his hips upward and moan. You smirked and pulled back raising your eyebrows. He just huffed and grabbed onto your hips, helping you move up and down on him.

“God, baby,” Ben moaned. “You feel so fucking good. You were fucking made for me.”

He reached his hand down and began to thumb your clit, sending another wave of pleasure through you. It was such an intense feeling, mixed with your passion and love for each other, it felt ethereal.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he choked out. You slowed down, grinding your hips against his, moving slowly and squeezing against him. “Jesus, darling.”

“How’s that, baby” you cooed, reaching out to grab his free hand. “Please tell me you’re getting close.”

“You can come, baby girl, I’m right there with you,” he answered, his thumb on your clit speeding up.

You clenched your eyes, squeezing your hand in Ben’s your other hand propped up next to his head, giving you better leverage. Your breath was coming out in short, hot, bursts of air as you picked up your pace, bouncing on his lap.

“Ben,” you breathed out. You opened your eyes to look down at him and that was it. The intensity and love in his eyes reflecting the emotion in yours sent you over. You cried out his name, hips stuttering as you came hard. Ben grunted your name and followed you right after, but it felt like you were underwater. Your ears were ringing as you collapsed onto his chest, catching your breath. He pressed kisses to your forehead, brushing your hair from in front of your face.

“That was so good,” he chuckled. “Damn that was good.”

You hit his chest, laughing as well. “You always ruin the moment, you dork.” You lifted yourself up off of him, the both of you letting out a whine. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips before hovering right over him. “Now I’m going to pee.”

“Well, if I ruin the moment you are the most unromantic person alive,” he countered, sitting up on his elbows.

“Unromantic?” you called from the toilet. “I just had sex with you over your cast because I love you. I’d say that’s pretty romantic.”

You washed your hands with warm water for 20 seconds before leaning against the doorframe to look at him.

“Say at again,” he mused, nodding at you.

“What?’

“You know what.”

You smiled, starting to walk towards him again. “I love you.”

You crawled back into bed, moving on top of him, his hands coming to wrap around your waist as you laid on top of him.

“I love you,” you repeated.

“I love you,” he answered, pulling you down to kiss him.

You giggled, reaching a hand up to play with his hair. “I still cannot believe you crutched yourself all the way up here. How did you even get here?”

“My mum dropped me off,” he admitted. A smile came over your mouth. “I know, kinda embarrassing that my mum dropped me off to shag my girlfriend.” You laughed again, leaning down to rest your head on his chest. He reached and began brushing his fingers through your hair. With his other hand, he reached down to intertwine your fingers.

This was it. This was how you wanted to be forever. In his arms, happy and smiling. He did that to you. And whatever complications or fights or whatever you went through, you wanted to work through it to be with him forever.

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musicallisto · 4 years

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Hi there love! I would like to request a male MCU ship pls. I´m more of an outgoing person who is sarcastic and loud once I am comfortable around someone. Yet I try to be welcoming and warm to people that I don´t know too well yet. Also I´m pretty direct which sometimes hurts people, even if it is unintentional. I´m 5´0, and middle eastern. Physical affection is my number one way of showing that I care for somebody. I´m also a good listener and I love solving problems.

I Ship You With...

Stephen Strange (Dr. Strange)

I imagine Stephen would be drawn to your outgoing nature, even if he isn’t the most extroverted individual himself. Deep down, he feared his arrogant and selfish tendencies scare people away, and can never allow him to be truly close to someone - until you come into his life and prove him wrong. Granted, it’s a little difficult to break down his walls at first - he’s got so much of that ice-cold self-assuredness that you consider letting him wallow in his loneliness for a while, but he soon realizes that you’re the first person in a very long time who’s shown actual, genuine interest in him, and that if he doesn’t want to end up alone, he should take it upon his responsibility as well to open up to love, and be... a little more amicable.

He doesn’t lose his sarcastic, somewhat acerbic nature in the slightest, however, but you don’t mind, because you have a similar approach to life, and most times you find yourselves laughing at the same jokes that the other Avengers don’t understand.

He doesn’t mind a little honesty as well, and it helps keep him grounded most times. It’s usual for him to suddenly close off, and he genuinely appreciates how persistent you are to talk things through and sort your problems out, because if it were any other person he knows he would just shut them off altogether. On the other hand, he can get cocky at times, and you know it very well. A well-meaning, perfectly-timed remark can remind him that he’s still a human like any other, no matter how prestigious his degree or otherworldly his powers may be.

I don’t see him as very warm on PDA, but he does love a little bit of physical affection, and shudders when you gently squeeze his hand in yours or lay a hand on his shoulder to remind him that you’re here. It makes him feel more powerful, like he could takle any difficulty as long as you’re by his side, holding him down yet making him float off the ground with how gentle and comforting your touch is.

He quickly discovers how curious and intelligent you are, and how much you love solving problems, so he comes to you when he needs another perspective on a challenge he has to face. He comes to you to solve the crucial matter of one of his patients, back when he was a neurosurgeon, or coming up with a plan to defeat an ancient evil; but also when he’s been stuck for an hour on some stupid puzzle on some stupid game. He’s schemed the situation half a dozen times using different methods, tried to translate the problem into an equation, and he still can’t figure out what he needs to do, so if you could give him a hand, just a hint, really, he’ll find the answer by himself, but maybe just putting him on the right track or giving your own insight... turns out he was just reading the question wrong the whole time, all eager and hurried to find the answer like a big boy. You can’t help a chuckle when he walks away grumbling under his breath about “he would have realized it sooner or later”.

Well, thanks to you, it’s sooner rather than later.

It’s exactly one of the reasons why he loves you, though. You’re creative with your solutions, pay attention to details that he overlooks because he’s too caught up in his own confidence, and keep him grounded. You’re also always kind and warm to him, and at times he thinks he ought to be really working on his own behavior to be a little bit less insufferable to you.

You don’t find him insufferable, though, not at all... he’s attentive and caring and he’s changed a great deal since you met him, in the best way. He’s just... very sure of his ways. But you challenge them in a way that makes the both of you grow. That’s why you’re such an amazing couple.

#ship #ship request #matchup #stephen strange #dr strange #mcu #mywriting

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meshkol · 5 years

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Twitter Threads (or That One Time Tony Dialled It Up to Eleven)

Summary: Social media is hard and full of trolls, and Tony has poor impulse control.

Notes: I hate this so much. Less cracky than I wanted it, because I suck at writing humour. Fill K-3 for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019: Gossip Press. Unbeta'd as per usual. Any relation to existing twitter handles is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: Social Media, Twitter, Homophobic Language, Sexist Language, Ableist Language, Internet, Trolls, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Goes On A Rampage

No one can say that Tony’s ever had good impulse control, especially about people he loves.

@1234ideclareathumbwar posted: I donno what it is about dr strange but he must suck dick like a pro if hes got iron man whipped god knows theres nothing attractive about him except those dick suckin lips #drstrange #ironman #wtfisstarkthinking

@100percentDONE-xxx replied: yeah its not like he can give a decent handjob ffs must me the lips or maybe hes just tight every1 knows stark loves a tight whole hes prolly cheating neway poor cripple

@itsawrapandimreadytoparty replied: Probably just lays there and thinks about the wizard gods just to get that $$$...I’d think of England even for a nymphomaniac drug-addicted sugar daddy too, tbh.

@BlessYouThor-ness replied: still can’t believe he chose strange over THOR like everyone can see the chemistry between them and tony is such a bottom he’d take thor’s cock so well fuck yes

@they-did-the-thing777 replied: is it just me or does strange look like an alien maybe there’s no magic at all just aliens and he’s got a tentacle dick and stark just wants to mark off another box on his worlds-biggest-slut checklist #tonystarkispathetic

@snowflakes_makeme_lol replied: hes just fkn ugly i s2g stark id spread 4 but strange??? that bitch be ugly asf n not worth gettin my dk wet prolly get aids

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: You guys are the pinnacle of our evolution and I am in awe of your genuine kindness and polite generosity (and grammar). Wow, I can’t believe Stephen Strange saved all of your jerkass lives TWICE for this shit and you know what? Everyone knows I’M the cocksucker in this relationship, dumbfucks.

@kiki_blow_this_popsicle_stand replied: HOLY SHIT LMAO

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother looking up from his tablet, backing away from that thread because he has no interest in seeing the replies, and hunting for the next war he can wage. “Destressing,” he replies gleefully, clicking on a thread that mentions Pepper. He can feel Rhodey behind him – and, what’s more, he can feel the disapproval seeping out of his pores too now that he’s peeking over Tony’s shoulder – but he’s on a roll, and fuck impulse control when he can sass and bitch on twitter. Some people just need to be removed from the genetic pool of the human race and not be allowed to procreate, honestly.

Somewhere in bumbfuck-nowhere, Fury is having a coronary and Stephen is rolling his eyes so hard they’re permanently lodged in his cranium.

@rudethatyoureallamatwink posted: Does anyone else think that Pepper Potts only got the job at Stark because she’s got awesome legs and a great twat and Tony Stark wanted to stick his dick in? #idfuckher #pepperpotts #starkindustries #idfuckhimtootbh #tonystark

@MyNameIsGoFuckYourself replied: lol ur gross shes like 35 or smth but wvr u want crusty ol lose pussy u do u bro #oldchickgross #getbotox

@shredderinmymetal3-14 replied: @MyNameIsGoFuckYourself lmao wtf?? He started fucking her when she was like twenty or something so she was still nice and tight back then. I mean I’d still fuck her right now cause she’s one hot cougar and I bet she’s learned a thing or two from the Slut Extraordinaire. And anyway, how tf do you know what her cunt’s like?? The only hole you’ve fucked is your mom.

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: Wow, you guys are pigs. Pepper Potts is a strong, independent, beautiful woman who is worth a thousand of all you, and your mothers would be ashamed of you all.

@gags_are_the_best_fight_me_bitch replied: @queeen-bee-says-hi hey look theres the feminazi if you want i can replace that stick up your pussy with my dick you know you need it ill fuck you real good show you what a real mans like

@truthisanillusion replied: I’ll fuck @queeen-bee-says-hi AND @OfficialPotts_CEO at the same time fucking feminazi cunts, god knows you bitches would be grateful for my prick in your gaping lesbian pussies

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Wow. So. Uh.

1. That’s revolting and my AI just delivered the IPs of @gags_are_the_best_fight_me and @truthisanillusion to the authorities for premeditated violence, rape, and hate crimes. You’re welcome, and feel free to send a cash donation to the charity of your choice for my thoughtfulness. I’d recommend something for women’s or LGBTQ+ rights, and I’ll match it with a multiplier of 1000x.

2. @queeen-bee-says-hi, good for you, and I can see from your profile that you’re a student. Consider your crops watered and your schooling paid for, all the way to your twelfth PhD if you want it.

3. @OfficialPotts_CEO can and will murder you with her pinky nail. I’ve taken on Thanos and I’d rather go ten rounds with him than piss her off. THAT’S why she’s CEO, not because of her admittedly awesome legs.

4. I hate this hellsite. If I buy it, can I kill it?? Rhodey says “technically” so I’m gonna look into that now.

@i_stan_one_legend_named_virginia_p_potts replied: IRON MANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! DEFEND THE QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!! #PEPPERPOTTS4PRESIDENT

@iaminlovewithcapandimunashamed replied: lmfao incels be fkd when #ironman comes to town

@truthisanillusion replied: Hey @YouKnowWhoIAm No one trusts you or likes you, you fake ass super “hero” taking it up the ass like a faggot stfu and die already, kthxbye

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: whAT OH MY GOD THAT IS NOT NECESSARY

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Tony, stop picking fights and threatening to buy twitter or I’ll ground you. And just accept the gift, @queeen-bee-says-hi - after all, he’s already done it.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Shut up Pepper, you aren’t the boss of me.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: And jokes on you @truthisanillusion because I’m already dead inside come at me bitch I’ll be the one in the multi-billion-dollar suit of armor surrounded by Avengers

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Actually, I am. Don’t make me take away your toys. Or call @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel. He’s on speed-dial, sweetheart, and he likes me better than you.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Rude.

@Sorcerer_Surpreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: The last time you threatened someone, your house got blown up. Please refrain from egging on internet trolls or I’ll dump you for Rhodes for my own sanity.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: ALSO RUDE.

“You know, I’m not even remotely bi-curious and I would totally tap that,” Rhodey says absently, though his lips are quirking into a smirk.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Hands off, you little shit, or I’ll tweet about that one time in MIT when you ate that—”

“Fuck you.”

“Been there, done that,” Tony quips cheerfully. “Not remotely bi-curious my ass—”

“You know what’s better than picking fights with twelve-year-olds on twitter? Kicking your ass right here. You come at me, Stank.”

Tony opens his mouth to reply but then gasps, already losing himself in another thread after sending a middle finger emoji into the last one.

@mwahahaha-666 posted: You guys can wax poetry about Tony Stark all you want, but screw that basic-ass rich boy - everyone knows Doctor Strange is the smokin’ hot one. #takemenow #mybodyisready #drstrange

@ukulele_jedi_master replied: PREACH!!! stark may be loaded but stephen is the one that looks like a prada model giMME THAT MAGICAL DICK

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: Fuck both of you. I just wanna be a fly on the wall when they’re fucking each other...or better yet, DIRECT them on how to ruin each other #ironstrange #otp

@highpercentageofuselessnessachieved replied: i wonder if he can clone himself like can u imagine?? being fucked from all ends by #drstrange cock?? what i wouldn’t give to be tony stark omfg i don’t even want the money just the hard dickin from that fine piece of ass

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: He’s got Iron Man wrapped around his little finger so he must have the biggest dick and the know-how to use it properly. Yes pls and thank you very much, I’ll take that monster dick pronto.

@TGBYHN_4_LYFE replied: dude i tell u what i would do what @xxx-foreverfit-xxx said: sit in the corner w a ridign crop in 9’’ stilettos rubbin myself while directing them 2 do what i want...make em touch n stroke n suck n bite n fuck each other til they cant walk anymore n then cuddle w them n stroke their hair

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: I would give my college education, my life, my cow, and my internet access away for the rest of my life for a sex tape

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: @TGBYHN_4_LYFE omfg fuCK YES CAN YOU IMAGINE listening to them moan as they lost themselves in each oter, so fucking desperate to get off that they’re begging you to let them cum even as they try their hardest to obey, covered in precum and sweat and hot as fuck

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: I s2g the amount of fanfiction I write about those two alone should have me committed but I literally can’t stop the two of them are so fucking hot together that it should be illegal god bless Iron Man and Dr Strange and their sexy, sexy chemistry and sexy, sexy bodies #killme

@one-upon-a-time-in-asgard2 replied: They are the hottest couple in the history of the universe and so fucking pure I love them both so much also @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 I demand a link to your fics cuz I’m always looking for more ironstrange porn #otp #ironstrange

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel Hey, they think you have a big dick. Little do they know that they’re totally right and that you also have the added bonus of actually BEING a big dick too! #dontthreatentoleavemeforplatypus #orilltagyouinthirstposts #awesomethirstposts #stephenhasabigdick #andiloveit #goodshit

@mwahahaha-666 replied: OH MY DUCKING GOD

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: Well, I’d be mortified that Tony Stark is replying to this except Tony Stark is acTUALLY REPLYING TO THIS BLESS YOU IRON MAN

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: One of these days I’m going to murder you with your own bravado and not lose a night’s sleep over it. And fine, I won’t touch Rhodes...I’m sure Rogers is free anyway, and he’s always so polite when I visit.

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: Please don’t read my fanfiction I will literally combust in embarrassment also I am dying over here in Copenhagen omfg

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: BRO CODE, DUDE. YOU’RE VIOLATING THE BRO CODE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I WANT A DIVORCE.

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: ...oh my god what does that mean you guys are MARRIED??!?! BLESS THE WIZARD GODS!!!!

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: Rhodes, I know you’re reading over his shoulder, so if you could please take away his phone now before he ends up on the cover of the Times...or breaks the internet. Again. Thank you in advance.

Tony reacts immediately, trying to make a break for it, but Rhodey’s already tackling him into the couch, a hundred and ninety pounds of lean muscle and pretty Class As. Tony hisses breathlessly, the wind knocked out of him, and he struggles valiantly to keep his hands on his tablet while Rhodey does his best to rip it away. He doesn’t have a very good position so he makes a hair-brained, split-second decision to throw his body weight to the side, making them both roll off the couch. Rhodey’s a jerk though, and manages to react fast enough so that Tony takes the brunt of the impact, and he can’t even help but groan in a mixture of mild pain and disappointment as he feels the tablet being removed from his lax fingers.

“Sucks to be you, Stank,” he says breathlessly, fingers flying over the keyboard, and Tony cranes his neck until he can read Rhodey’s reply (and on Tony’s fucking account what in the hell!):

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: I think I broke your hot mess of a husband, Stephen. Come collect him before he murders me with his eyes or gets his hands on another electronic device. We’re in the lab.

Three seconds later, Stephen walks through a portal, looking oh-so-fucking-gorgeous in his battle robes, and wearing a scowl of irritation that bodes well for rough, mock-angry sex in the near future.

Tony grins unapologetically, and abandons the lure of social media in exchange for his pseudo husband.

It’s an easy choice.