Sneakpeak - Blog Posts
Preview of the fic I am currently creating for the @fmabigbangs 2020!
Searching for The Weird Cat (...again) Alphonse travelled to Xing, so he could study Alkahestry and hold hands with his girlfriend. Instead he embarks on a grand quest to rescue Xiao Mei, save the pandas and hold hands with his girlfriend.
The fic will be accompanied by an amazing art piece by @bennettdraws
Let's just say that all of the brawlers were in Barley's Bar to have a break or something. And this scene is where Shelly, Colt, and Brock were just talking about their battles and something like that. Then suddenly, El Primo decided to sit next with them and join shots with them.
Oh, looking at Shelly and Colt? Hmmmmmmmmmm... Don't ask me! 😂
Plus, I'm making an animatic about Bam (Bull x Pam). So this is a sneak peek. 😉👌
Here's a sneak peek of an IronStrange thing I'm writing :)
NSFW
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“Welcome back. Did you leave some hot water?” Stephen asked, without opening his eyes.
“How do you do that?”
Stephen opens one eye with a smile and then opens the other, popping his fingers.
“I heard the water go off and can smell soap. Plus you’re a heavy walker.”
Tony climbs up onto the bed and kisses him. “Ah. Good to know. Well I left some hot water.”
“Thanks beautiful. I’m going to go shower now.” Stephen gives him a look and slides off the bed. Tony watches him go and is sitting still for a moment before his brain caught up with him. He clamoured out of the bed and towards the bathroom. Stephen was leaned over, adjusting the knobs on the tub. Tony stood there admiring the view. Stephen turns his head, standing up straight. He offers his hand, stepping under the spray of the water. Tony follows with a smile and crowds the younger man against the wall and kissed him deeply. Stephen reacted automatically. His fingers wind their way through Tony’s hair and pulls himself closer. Pulling away from his lips, Tony grins at the noise it drew from Stephen's lips.
“I'm not done yet.” He promises. He kisses him again and runs one hand down Stephen’s long torso, feeling the goosebumps forming under his fingertips. Stephen shudders, gasping softly when Tony’s calloused hand wraps around his cock. He pumps once, twice, three times; before pulling away and reaching for the bottle of shampoo.
“You’re going to have to bend a little so I can wash your hair.” Tony’s voice breaks the silence. “You’re a freaking beanstalk.”
Stephen laughs and bends forward, making the muscles along his back flex beautifully. Tony bites back a moan and begins to work his fingers through the tangle of curls in front of him. Stephen shifts a little and that’s when Tony feels the tongue rolling over the tip of his dick. He falters a little but forces himself to keep washing. Taking a breath he rubs his fingers harder into the roots of Stephen’s hair and Stephen actually moans then. The tongue returns, moving in slow circles this time before lips join it. At this point, Tony had to brace himself against the wall and closed his eye, his head tilted back. He kept working his fingers as he felt the wet warmth of Stephen’s mouth slip lower and lower, barely fighting the urge to thrust his hips up. Stephen’s mouth was just as skilled as his hands were, there was no denying that. He rolled his tongue and scraped his teeth lightly. Tony was sure the water would drown out the sound of his moans but still fought to be quiet, out of habit.
“Fuck…...Stephen…..” He twists his fingers, tugging on the curls in his hands. This only spurred Stephen on more. He bobbed his head quicker and Tony in turn, pulled harder on his hair. “Stephen…”
Stephen finally glances up at him under his lashes, the water making them seem to sparkle. He could see the mischief in those eyes. It was a look that drove Tony crazy. Stephen looks back down, bringing the hand that he wasn’t using for balance up to cup Tony’s balls, kneading gently between his thumb and palm. A few minutes of that and Tony was nearing the edge.
“Stephen-” He warns. “Close!”
That’s when Stephen took him all the way in. Tony felt the tip of his dick brush against the back of the doctor’s throat and then felt the muscles of said throat constrict around him as Stephen swallowed. That did it. Before he could choke out another warning, he was cumming down his husband’s throat. Stephen jerked back in shock and some of Tony’s seman spilled from his lips. He swallows twice before running the back of his hand across his lips and smiling a little.
“Will that hold you over until we can get to safety?”
“Mm...It should for at least a few hours.” Tony teases lightly, coming down from his post orgasmic high. “What happened to no sex before the safehouse?”
Stephen laughs. “That wasn’t sex. That was me sucking you off.” He steps backwards into the water to rinse his hair out.
“Do I get to return the favour?’
“Perhaps. But I do plan on actually showering though, before the water runs cold.”
“Fine. I’ll just get you when you least expect it.” Tony smirks a little when Stephen finally turns and looks at him.
“I expect nothing less.” He responds, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Tony’s mouth before reaching over to turn the water off. He ruffled his hair to get rid of excess water and steps out, reaching for the towel. He dries himself and dresses, Tony following in suit. As Tony laced up his boots, Stephen refills the whiskey bottle with water and returns it to his bag along with the Vicks. He turns back to Tony.
“Ready?”
Tony inhales deeply and nods. “Let’s go.”
They makes their way downstairs to find Peter and Gamora at the front desk. She looks up first.
“Stay and eat with us?”
Stephen seemed to hesitate, looking at Tony.
“Who knows when your next real meal will be.” Peter points out. He was right, of course.
“It won’t hurt.” Tony says with a shrug and moves to follow the couple through the doorway to the dining room. Once seated, Stephen appeared to relax.
“There’s a delivery I have to make today.” Peter announces.
“Okay?” Stephen asked, confusion seeping into his voice.
“What I’m saying is I can take you both to the next town over if you like. It’s not much but it does get you a little closer.”
Tony smiles widely and rests one hand on Stephen’s leg, fingers splayed.
“That would be amazing. Thank you. You’re sure it’s no trouble?”
“It’s no trouble at all. I’m going there anyway.”
“Thank you Peter.” Stephen smiles, but his breath hitches softly as Tony begins to walk his fingers up Stephen’s leg. The touches ghost over the fabric of the doctor’s pants and the goosebumps returned to his arms. Tony pulled his hand away and Stephen sighs in relief. Tony wasn’t really going to feel him up at the breakfast table, was he? He starts to eat, making small talk with Gamora and Peter. He had almost forgotten about the event when he felt a warm weight against his crotch. He jolted and glares at Tony. “Stop that.” He hisses. Tony gives him an innocent look but presses his foot harder against his lover’s stirring erection. His face was starting to heat up and he had to look away.
“You alright?” Peter asked, breaking his thoughts.
“Yeah. Yes. I’m fi-ine.” He squirms a little as Tony begins to wiggle his toes. Stephen closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. Tony shifts closer, rubbing his foot up and down, making Stephen fight the urge to grind his hips up. “Tony.” He whimpers softly, his eyes flying open. Tony had a bored expression on his beautiful face, but his eyes gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing. He digs his toes into the fabric of Stephen’s pants, squeezing him. It was a strange sensation that sent tingles up Stephen’s spine. He was roughly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud. It was possible that the threat of being caught turned him on even more. He very slowly rolled his hips up. He catches Tony’s smirk from the corner of his eye and rolls his own. He’d deal with that later, now he was too far gone. Tony pulls his foot away and Stephen starts to protest, not caring if the others heard, but before he could, Tony’s hand returned, slipping past his waistband. The soldier laid his arm across the table and gives an easy smile. Stephen holds back a whine but forces himself to sit still, nodding at the conversation.
“-and that’s why it’s a terrible idea for roses to be around an oak tree.”
Stephen looked over at Tony, lost. Gamora spoke up then.
“Peter, what the hell did you drink to make you talk like an idiot.”
Stephen barks out a laugh that hid his moan when Tony twisted his wrist, pressing his thumb down into the head of his dick, causing his legs to spasm and fall open, hitting a table leg and making the others look at him in concern.
“S-sorry. Sometimes I have spasms. Pain in the ass.”
He lifts his hips as Tony pumps his fist quickly, obviously trying to finish him off before the meal was over. He succeeded and Stephen cums a moment later with a silent cry of Tony’s name.
