EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @cutepandaprincess!!!!!

Yaaayyyy!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Just a gif set of Loki smiles and grins.

My cutie baby. ✨💕

a break to sketch my blorbo

The eroticism of an older man calling a younger man Kid, even though he is most definitely an adult.

What, are you trying to convince yourself he’s too young for you? I don’t buy it and neither do you. Just fuck him over the nearest table and call him baby boy.

I think a lot about how all versions of Watson don’t see themselves as anything special, meanwhile all versions Sherlock Holmes are looking at them like “This is the most wonderful human being who ever lived and the only person I want to spend all my time with for the rest of my life.”

All In Good Time

A very underdeveloped ship. They say write what you want to read. So here I am, doing just that. I also love the idea that our dreams are really the actions of our other selves across the Multiverse.

“Why, Peter? Why do you give me this… gift?”

“G-gift?” Peter stutters a whisper, his hips stuttering along with the question, chasing the slender hand’s glide along the inside of his thigh.

Stephen’s gaze lingered on the smooth skin, his own scarred, tanned fingers starkly contrasted against the pale gleam, a moist sheen gathering on Peter’s stomach, a transaction secured from Stephen’s unrelenting, rapt attention.

“It is a gift. You are a gift. Being permitted to see you like this. An offering I hardly feel I deserve…” Stephen’s fingers, slick with shared perspiration travelled upwards, ignoring the obvious need in favour of gently grasping Peter’s jaw.

“Why?” he repeated.

Peter opened his eyes to meet the warm, questioning gaze of the Sorcerer Supreme. “I—“

Stephen leaned closer, until all Peter could see was startling blue, the colour swirling in time with the sensations rippling across his oversensitive skin…

“—WHOA! What the heck was THAT?!” Peter Parker, alone in his bed, in his modest, sparse apartment, jolted wide awake, sitting up in bed so suddenly he nearly fell off the mattress. He flopped back down, pointedly ignoring the hardness beneath his sheets. He rolled to his side, breathing still erratic from the absolute vividness of the dream.

Meanwhile, over in Greenwich, one Sorcerer was also awake. Stirred by his own very vivid dream, a single question occupying his mind in that moment.

“Who in the Multiverse is Peter?”

Christmas Stockings

a Christmas Day Gift for @cutepandaprincess

Happy Christmas, angel!

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“Merry Christmas, Daddy!”  Peter had waited patiently for as long as he could.  But it was almost 11:00 am.  He had never slept so late on Christmas morning in his life!  He was sure Tony wouldn’t mind.  Especially if he kissed his lover awake.

“Wake up!  It’s time for presents!!”

Tony blinked bleary eyes.  He wasn’t terribly hung over - they had spent more time making love last night than drinking - but he still felt muddy and murky.  Christmas?  Presents??  

“Baby, Christmas was last night.”

“No, silly, Christmas is today.  It’s time for presents!”  

For a moment, just a moment, Tony felt a stab of panic.  How had he gone wrong?  It was their first Christmas together, but Tony had done everything right.  Thrown a lavish party, serving everything his angel wanted.  A huge crowd to show off the lavish gifts he had gotten for his sugarbaby.  It was epic.  But cleverly done in time that he still had the energy to take care of his baby that night.  He had done everything right.  What else could Peter want?

“Last night was Christmas Eve,” Peter was explaining.  Patiently.  “That was for the little gifts.  Although your gifts… weren’t exactly little…” Peter blushed and looked down.  The watch, the ring.  They were little.  But ohmygosh expensive…

“But your BIG present is TODAY.  The one from SANTA.  Come on!”

And thus Tony was pulled from his pillows and dragged, discombobulated, into the room with the huge Christmas Tree, purchased specifically to Peter’s specifications and decorated, ornament by ornament, as a replica based on a faded polaroid of a family tree from Peter’s past.  But passed that - to the fireplace.  Where a stocking hung.  A stocking Tony had never seen before. Adorned with a sleeping baby surrounded by white angles. The picture of innocence. With his name, mysteriously, written boldly at the top.

“It’s okay that you didn’t get me a stocking,” Peter was saying gently now.  “I know this is a me-thing.  Stuff in the stocking and the “big” present for Christmas Day.  But this is what I got you for Christmas.  I planned it forever.  It was something you… something you didn’t have - something that was within my price range…”

“Baby, you KNOW I told you that credit card didn’t have a limit…”

“I can’t buy you a Christmas present with your money silly…”

For a moment Peter’s eyes fell, flustered.  Tony immediately noticed that Peter was getting nervous - he reached out to pull his young lover close to reassure him.  But Peter had already recovered.  He draped one arm around Tony’s neck and held up the large Christmas stocking with his other hand.

“Open your present, Daddy.”

Still baffled, Tony reached into the stocking.  Then reached deeper.  He had to keep reaching until he got to the bottom, and pulled out what he found there.

It was very light weight.  Easy to miss through the threads of the embroidery of the child in the manger surrounded by angels.  It was an article of clothing, he could tell.  Finally he pulled it free.

It was jet black and lacey.  He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, even as Peter was taking it from his hand.

“Keep looking.”

He put his hand down in the stocking again.  What he pulled out he recognized immediately.  The only surprise was that it was pink.

He had never pictured Peter in pink.  It made him grin wickedly.

“Do you like them, Daddy?”

Peter’s voice had fallen to a whisper.  No longer bold, he was blushing furiously.  As if he was second-guessing his Big Present. Questioning the whole thing. Tony knew that about his lover, Peter was prone to over thinking, to doubting himself.  

Tony looked Peter directly in the eye when he said it.  “I love it,  baby.

“I  love it when you are good for Daddy.”

With one hand he shook out the delicate pink garters and garter belt.  With  the  other hand he took the black stockings  from Peter and shook them out as well.  They were sheer, with lace only at the top.  They were black and lovely and long - not just thigh-high but longer… perfect to compliment Peter’s beautiful form.  And of course…  

“Stockings.   In the stocking.   Oh, I get it…”

“Yes!”  Peter hopped a little, grinning.  “I thought… I thought it was fun…”

“Ermmmmm,” Tony moaned  appreciatively.    “It’s perfect.  Clever baby…”  He wrapped one strong arm, stocking still in hand, around Peter’s waist and drew him close.  

He knew how much Peter… enjoyed his approval.  He made sure to express it now.

“Clever baby, and very sweet.  Now…”  He let Peter go and handed the underthings back to him.  

“Let Daddy see them on.”

“Yes of… oh not now…” Peter said, blushing.  Stammering.  Looking around the penthouse, flooded with sunlight.  “Tonight, of course.”

“I don’t get to see them now?”

“Tony, stockings are for nighttime.  It’s daylight.”

“But… what if Daddy wants to see them now?”

Thank you so muchhhh!!!! @thestarkerisobvious you are the absolute BEST!

Happy Christmas 🎄!!!!

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@cutepandaprincess

Oh yes! We love a sub Thor!

Richard Parker who is in debt to Mob boss Tony Stark and also a massive coward. Since he can’t pay his debt he sends his son without telling him what to expect with a sealed envelope that basically says “I can’t pay my bills but this is my son and I offer him for you to do with whatever you want”

Tony may be a mob boss and he may be know for being ruthless but he gets absolutely furious when he gets this letter, delivered by a shaking and clearly scared boy

He makes a decision right there: he will protect the boy with all he has

I was reminiscing about my past and realised something. I want to test how un-universal my experience is.

If you want, let me know it the tags what country you're from!

I *might* have done this in my childhood and don't remember. In First Grade we memorized Stopping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening and said it as a class. As a teacher there were several years where the whole school took part in the "Declamation" which was a part of the Great Expectations curriculum.

But personally I spent my middle school years in a Christian school where memorizing huge passages of scripture was a normal thing to do, and recited scripture from memory once a month in front of the class for 3 years.

Now I am an actor in the local theater and memorize passages for fun/meditation on my long drive to work.

Yes! I'm from Brazil and in Secondary School and also in High school we had to memorize a poem of choice. Mine was Soneto de Fidelidade de Vinícius de Morais and I'm 26 now and still know it by heart ❤️

Casual dominance

Grabbing you by the hand and leading you wherever we are going. Always putting my hand on your thigh while I’m driving. Pulling your leg over my leg when we are sitting next to each other. Anytime I pass by you kissing you on the forehead. When someone asks you a question answering for you.

#most beautiful picture on the internet

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@cutepandaprincess

My babies ❤️❤️❤️ I miss them so much

I'm sorry but Tony being obsessed with Peter, like in a high level, tracking his suit, checking his vitals, making sure Peter's safe, and buying him things— lots and lots of things, and Peter liking it, that's it. That's the Starker™ right there. Tony will let the world burn for Peter, Tony will die for Peter, Tony will do anything for Peter.

That's it, guys.

Tony might be one of the most powerful men in the world, but Peter is the one who holds power over Tony.