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I couldn’t find a blank NSFW alphabet meme so :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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'nother desmon drabble. this was gonna be one part but i think i'm gonna make it at least a two-parter no warnings, aside from desmond's foul mouth

“How much longer are they gonna have me under surveillance?” Desmond said, stopping in the doorway to lean against the frame.

“What- w- ow-” a screwdriver and a few smaller pieces fell to the floor as Tony smacked the back of his head off the edge of his work table. He cursed quietly before standing, hand rubbing circles into the back of his head, “Who’s got who under surveillance?”

Desmond rolled his eyes, “You know what I’m talking about, jesus christ-”

“No taking the lord’s name in vain,” Tony interrupted with a barely-contained snicker.

The dramatic, frustrated sigh Desmond let out could have earned him awards, had there been awards for “acting like a teenager in your late 20’s”.

“Shield, dad,” he said, closing his eyes and taking intentional, slow breaths, “The absolutely fuckin massive military intelligence….branch…..thing.”

He deflated when he finally opened his eyes to see Tony stifling laughter, hand clamped over his mouth. He could tell Tony wanted to keep poking at him, and when the man in front of him tried speaking, moving his hand from his mouth,he had to clamp it back down as a fresh wave of laughter bubbled up. Desmond grimaced.

“W-wai- I’m sor-” Tony cut himself off but failed to stop a bark of laughter. He cleared his throat and tried again, “You were right, Des. That’s what they are - ‘the absolutely fuckin’ massive military intelligence branch thing’”

“You know what I mean,” Des grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “How much longer are they going to be stalking me?”

Turning to grab some things from his work table, Tony let out a long breath, beginning to idly clean something with a rag, “Few more months I think.”

“Months?!” Desmond near-shouted, “Why?”

“Why?” Tony paused cleaning whatever he was holding, “Desmond, you were brainwashed. By the scepter.”

Desmond, frustrated, refused to respond. That made Tony nervous, “You….do remember being  brainwashed by the scept-”

“Yes I remember being brainwashed by the scepter,” he said with a slight whine, dragging a hand through freshly-dyed hair. Before he could speak again, Tony cut him off.

“Well. That’s why you’re still under surveillance,” he looked at Des while gesturing to his own head, “You’ve got scrambled eggs for brains now or something. I don’t know, they never tell me anything - and why do you care so much? You never leave the compound so nothing should really have changed for you.”

“Thanks for confirming I’m being stalked.”

“Surveilled.”

“Whatever, oh my god.” 

Tony paused a moment, simply watching Desmond, before taking a breath, “All right, spit it out, kid. Who’s got you so antsy for freedom?”

“W-” Desmond sputtered, face screwing up in confusion, “The fuck makes you say who?”

“That!” Tony gestured towards Desmond with a wrench, continuing through laughter, “That look on your face! You’re so mad!”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Desmond rolled his eyes, turning to leave. If Tony was going to just sit here and make fun of him, then he’d go find help somewhere else, “Whatever, nevermind, I’ll go ask Buzz…”

There wasn’t a doubt in Tony’s mind that no matter what the request was, Buzz would be able to find a way to complete it. The last time Desmond asked Buzz for help tracking down a copy of a rare video game, Buzz had found and somehow gotten his hands on it within a week and a half. Which would have been all well and good if they hadn’t also created, sold, and then ran away with the money from some absurd crypto currency in order to pay for it. Ok, it was pretty funny. Buzz put so little effort into the currency, it was honestly kind of their fault for falling for it. Unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. caught wind of it and saddled Tony with a mountain of paperwork. ‘Still better than the time he had them find Wade. Yeah, let’s not do that again…’

“Wait no - Des!” he shouted, a bit louder than intended, making Desmond jump slightly. Tony ran his hand down his face before continuing, “I’ll do it - what did you need?

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Let Daddy Tuck You In (OneShot)

Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ ONLY Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them, AMAB anatomy) Word count: 3.3k Summary: Buzz is tense- it must have gotten bad when even Tony takes action, and he knows just how to get them to relax.

!!Reader-insert version to come soon!!

Buzz stared at the projection in front of them, their moth-like suit, with various spinning circles overlaid over certain areas, showing diagnostic information. There was nothing more they could do with it, nothing that necessarily needed debugging or polishing, but they just stared. There was still something they needed to do to increase functionality and maneuverability, but they just couldn’t think of what. Sleep might have helped them, or at least a break, but Buzz was so focused, they doubted if they would be able to lay still without seeing flashes of this damn projection.

Tony’s workshop playlist was going over the speakers, with Tony himself tinkering away at a small control panel for his own suit. It was late, and truly, neither of them should have been awake- the only signs of life in the Avengers tower. 

Buzz’s head fell into their arms with a groan, their hair splaying. Their eyes stung from strain, staring at such a strong light for so long. They were so entrenched in their own frustration, they did not hear that Tony had stopped working, or that he had walked over to them. They did not know how close Tony was until warm, calloused hands held their shoulders, giving tender, consoling squeezes.

“Think it’s time to call it a night, sparky,” Tony leaned in and spoke softly into Buzz’s hair. He used a tone that would usually cause them to melt right there– a well rehearsed play– but tonight, Buzz could only shudder and look back up despairingly at their suit. 

“It’s not done, yet,” Buzz fought, their tone approaching close to whining. The projection remained the same, nothing had miraculously changed to tell Buzz exactly what to do next. 

“It’s done for tonight,” Tony said a bit more firmly, his hands massaging Buzz’s shoulders after a quick gesture to shut down the projector. It was a command, not a suggestion.

Buzz was suddenly aware of the warmth radiating down their back and Tony pulled himself closer to them. They allowed themself to sit up and lean further into Tony’s grasp, resting their back on Tony’s chest. Tony’s head rested above their ear, holding them close. 

“What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t help my baby boy wind down,” Tony said, his hot breath brushing against Buzz’s ear, causing their last stubborn wall to fall. Tony had moved his hands off their shoulders and wrapped an arm around their chest, keeping them close. Buzz weakly held on to his arm, sinking further into Tony with a sigh.

“Not tired,” Buzz tried to protest, their voice sounding only slightly pathetic. And it was a lie, both they and Tony knew. God, they must have truly looked pathetic if Tony had intervened.

“You know I hate it when you lie to me, baby,” Tony said softly, pretending to be sad. “I don’t want to have to punish you, as well. Tell you what,” he shifted slightly, speaking in a deep whisper directly into Buzz’s ear, “if you go straight to your bed and wait for me, I’ll let it pass.” Tony unwrapped his arms and took a step back, only keeping a steady hand on Buzz’s back to prevent them from falling from their chair. 

Buzz shivered at the loss of contact. It took them a moment to compose themselves enough to stand steady, breathing more regular. They started to leave, but Tony caught the scruff of his coat.

“What do we say,” Tony asked.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz breathed, and the hand holding them back let go. 

“Keep your underwear on, everything else- off,” Tony gave one last command as Buzz got to the door.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz said again, louder enough only so Tony could hear them from this distance, and slid out the door.

The walk back to their room was uncomfortable thanks to the straining in their pants. Tony had learned what tone of voice to take to completely shut off their mind and turn them into pudding. Of course, Buzz didn’t have to relax into it, but it was nice to have someone to trust enough to let take full control of them. They could remember hating the man years ago, and now they were following they’re every command. 

The halls were quiet, empty. That was a relief, as Buzz did not think they would be able to hide their uncomfortable situation downstairs. After a minute, Buzz was at their door, and they swiftly slid in.

Their room was chilly, if only because it had been uninhabited. Their bed was unmade, the sheets and blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, cool to the touch. Swiftly, Buzz stripped themself of their coat and shirt, shivering again at the exposure. Shoes and socks were next, and then Buzz stepped out of their tight jeans. Their hand hovered over their growing bulge to feel the heat from it, pulling away to stop themself from touching. They weren’t given permission, yet. He had on boxer-briefs, something he knew Tony liked, and was more comfortable to wear regularly over Tony’s other preference of lacy thongs that never covered anything and rubbed awkwardly against the coarse fabric of their pants.

Stripped down to order, Buzz laid down on their stomach, keeping their back arched so their ass was on display. They shook from the cold and anticipation, taking in shallow breaths to focus themself. 

It felt like hours since Tony had given the command. Looking at the blue digits of the clock next to their bed, it had been about 30 minutes. Their skin would be icy to the touch- something Tony would surely seek to fix. They were truly frozen, however, when they heard their door open, lighting up the room with the hallway lights, before the door closed and it was dark again. Buzz didn’t dare move- they were waiting- so, with back still arched, Buzz focused their gaze on their headboard. They strained to hear any movement- a few steps caught their attention, gentle footfalls approaching the bed, and the tell-tale clink of a belt buckle. 

“I knew my boy could follow instructions,” came the sound of Tony’s voice, situated somewhere behind them. He was taking his time with his own pants, Buzz could hear him slowly draw down the zipper. Silence. There was a sound of fabric shifting. Silence. Tony was toying with them, and it was driving them nuts.

Buzz raised their ass up slightly, letting out a quiet whimper.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tony said with a bite of sarcasm. “Am I not going fast enough for you?”

Buzz bit their lip, refraining from letting out any noise as they rubbed their legs together. They jumped when they felt a hand squeeze their ass. 

“You sure know how to put on a show, don’t you,” Tony said, suddenly much closer than Buzz had anticipated. “Let me take care of you, baby boy. Let daddy take care of you.”

Buzz melted, letting go of their lip to let out more shallow breaths as Tony continued massaging their ass through the fabric of their briefs. They had clung to their form nice, keeping their ass defined. Tony’s hand held and massaged one ass cheek, and the other wrapped around Buzz’s hips, pulling and teasing at the waist line. He had pulled Buzz’s hips higher, a shocked yelp coming from the smaller form, as Tony positioned them onto their knees, their chest and face still planted to the mattress. 

“That a boy,” Tony said, now having a much better angle to admire. “Keep yourself there- hands above your head. You’ve been good so far, I don’t want to have to tie you up.”

Buzz followed the command, with arms resting further up the bed, completely prone to Tony. 

Tony’s fingers laced under the waistband of Buzz’s underwear and pulled them down to reveal his ass. Tony went in and sunk his teeth in on one of the fleshy cheeks, pulling another sharp cry from Buzz, before running his tongue over the tender mark. He would go and give the same treatment to the other cheek, a free hand massaging the healing bite mark.After both cheeks matched, he spread their cheeks and rubbed around the tight entrance with his finger. 

Buzz groaned at the feeling and heard Tony spit. They felt the warmth drip down their crack and over his entrance. Tony collected his own saliva with a finger and slid it into Buzz, slow and deliberate. Buzz let out a long, drawn out whine.

“That’s it, baby, let daddy take care of you. Relax,” Tony ordered in a gentle tone. Buzz followed suit, shoulders relaxing, unaware they had been tensed. At that, Tony continued fingering their hole, biting and sucking on his cheeks while he wiggled one finger into the knuckle, stretched to two and slowly, agonizingly, to three. Buzz was taking quick, shallow breaths, whining when they felt Tony rub that spot inside of them that sent sparks flying through their spine and into their lonely sex. Tony was in full control of their body with his actions and words, and Buzz was dangerously close to losing it.

Tony withdrew his fingers slowly, causing Buzz to whimper and turn his head back to him to protest. They could barely make out Tony’s face in the dim light of the cityscape outside, but he looked hungry. His eyes were blacked out, lidded, focused like a hunter confronting their quarry. Tony carefully pulled the waistband down, freeing Buzz’s now fully erect and leaking member from its confines. He slid them down Buzz’s thighs and maneuvered their legs to take them off completely. 

“My poor boy, leaking for me like this,” Tony said, finding the inevitable spot on the front of their underwear where precome had collected. He leaned over Buzz, still straining to see him in his position, and held the underwear in front of their face. “Open up, I want you to taste yourself.”

Buzz, without thinking, opened their mouth, their tongue rolling out over their lower lip. Tony grabbed their jaw, using his thumb to hold the tongue out. Buzz’s eyes had completely glazed over, lids drooping. In his other hand, Tony placed the wet spot directly over Buzz’s tongue before shoving the rest of the article into their mouth, creating a makeshift gag. Buzz moaned deeply, eyes closing at the taste of themself, their eagerness, filled their tongue and had their own muskiness in their nose. Tony watched them, holding their face firmly. 

“What I wouldn’t give to have you like this, under my desk or waiting for me in bed. My good boy, always doing as I say,” Tony mused. Buzz’s brain began to wander, imagining themself poised under Tony’s desk, waiting on his knees with a gag for whenever Tony needed a quick release or his cock warmed. They moaned and drooled at the thought of it, saliva catching on the fabric of their underwear. Blood rushed to their neglected member, and their hips rutted into the air of their own volition.

“Another time, perhaps,” Tony let go of their face, allowing them to fall back down on the bed. “Remember, arms stay up.” With that, Tony went back to their position behind Buzz. 

He massaged the warm flesh of Buzz’s ass, growing warmer from the biting that inflamed it. Buzz could hear a bottle open, and a slick, wet sound. The anticipation had them almost shaking again, wanting their abused entrance to be filled again with something more satisfying than fingers. They could almost cry when they felt Tony’s cock, hard, hot, and slick, rub and grind against their back. 

“You need to stay quiet for me. Understand,” Tony asked, leaning over Buzz. “We wouldn’t want to wake anyone up, would we? Unless you want the whole tower to hear what a good boy you are for your daddy?”

Buzz whined through the gag, rutting their ass against Tony. 

“No, I think I want to keep my baby boy all to myself,” Tony said, pulling his dick away only long enough to line up the head of his cock and push his way into the tight ring.

Buzz whined, biting down into the gag with a rough groan, and Tony stopped. He popped his head out, and pushed it back in, watching the way Buzz would clench and jerk under him. Tears burned at Buzz’s eyes, just wanting more but not able to ask for it. Eventually, finally, Tony pushed in, and kept pushing. Slowly, dragging his nails into Buzz’s hips, Tony seated himself fully inside Buzz. Tears marked the mattress. 

“You’re doing so good, my baby boy. Let me fuck you, and then you can come,” Tony said, leaning down closer to Buzz, his forehead resting at the base of the smaller one’s neck. He didn’t move until Buzz pushed their hips back, aiming for more friction. 

With the affirmative, Tony kissed his way down Buzz’s shoulder blades, brought himself back up and pulled out, leaving the head locked inside, and pushed himself fully into Buzz’s heat again. 

He set a slow, tantalizing pace, causing Buzz to writhe with the need for more. Tony controlled his pace, shifting his thrusts slightly to find that spot. He knew he had hit it because Buzz practically sobbed, more precome leaking from their needy prick. Narrowing in on the spot, Tony thrust in again faster, harder, until he set a brutal and relentless pace. 

Buzz had to bite into the cloth gag to stop their whining from growing louder. The intensity of everything, the rivers of sparks from Tony’s thrusts and the feel of Tony’s balls slapping against them was too much. They were wiggling- not to get away, but to feel more, for some friction on their dick. They shifted an arm down to stroke themself, but froze when Tony paused and gave a warning growl. 

“You can only come when I tell you to,” Tony said firmly, grabbing Buzz’s wrist and pinning it hard against their back. Their arm ached with the strain, but they didn’t dare struggle; they didn’t want to. Tony started moving again, immediately back at the fast, relentless pace. “You- touch yourself- only- when I- tell you.” Tony commanded, punctuating his order with thrusts. His own breathing was becoming labored, and his voice was hoarse. Buzz’s body, still vibrating, submitted again, letting Tony fuck into them without remorse or abandon. 

“Daddy’s going to fill you, baby,” Tony breathed. “Daddy’s going to fill up his baby boy, and his baby boy is going to thank him for it.” He thrusted in shallowly, before giving a few pointed, hard thrusts.

Tony pushed deeper than Buzz had ever felt, and they could feel themselves being filled with hot come as he groaned out an orgasm. It felt never ending. Tony kept thrusting shallowly. Hot streams of come coated Buzz’s insides and made them feel so incredibly full. Even after he had finished coming, Tony continued to thrust, watching his own cum cling to his dick and Buzz’s abused hole. He pushed himself all the way in again, pulling a pitiful whine from the one under him, and he leaned down to pull the soaked gag from Buzz’s mouth. 

“What do we say,” Tony asked, breathy. He was buried inside them and unmoving.

“T- thank you, d-daddy,” Buzz finally got out. Their whole body felt like jelly. 

“Good boy,” Tony said, leaning back and pulling himself from Buzz. “See if you can hold that in, and I’ll let you come.”

Buzz tried to keep themself closed, a few drops of Tony’s come escaping, only to be scooped up and pushed back in with Tony’s finger. Tony helped Buzz roll over and lapped his tongue over Buzz’s aching member. Buzz jumped away at the sensation- it was too much after being given so little, but Tony didn’t ease up. He continued lapping at their leaking cock, only to spread the leaking precome over Buzz’s sensitive head. Tony took it into his mouth, sucking and wrapping his tongue around the nearly purple cockhead, while his warm hands massaged his balls. 

With a pop, Tony lifted himself from Buzz’s cock. “You want to come for daddy,” Tony asked, though it was a tone that implied it was a fact. “You want to show daddy how good you can be?”

Buzz nodded, trying to prop themselves up to look at what Tony was doing. 

“Use your words,” Tony said in a warning tone, stroking Buzz’s cock that was wet with his own saliva. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come, daddy,” Buzz whimpered. “I want daddy to make me come.” 

With that, Tony kissed Buzz’s cockhead and began stroking it in earnest. The hand that had been massaging their balls had moved down to the red puckered hole. Tony pushed a finger back into Buzz, causing them to arch and keen their hips. His come was still warm and pooling inside Buzz’s ass, and Tony used it as lube to fuck his fingers into Buzz in time with his strokes. 

It was all too much for Buzz. They could no longer stay still, feeling overstimulated before they were even allowed to come. They writhed under Tony’s steady gaze and grip. The slick hand pulled at his cock, and when Tony connected his lips to the head again, Buzz let out a sharp gasp. Strings of cum finally burst out from them, the first few hitting Tony in the face and the rest landing on their stomach. Tony pulled out his fingers but continued stroking until Buzz whined in pain. 

“Too much…” Buzz trailed off. 

“You did so good for me,” Tony said, climbing up to be at the same level as Buzz. “You did so well for me. Give me a minute, and daddy will tuck you in.” Tony left with a kiss on Buzz’s forehead, hopping off the bed and disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm cloth to clean up Buzz’s stomach. Tony crawled back into bed, and it was only as Buzz was being rolled to their side that they noticed Tony had finally taken off his clothes. 

Tony’s touches were soft and careful, especially as he ran the warm cloth over Buzz’s softening member. He shushed away the small whines Buzz gave, making sure they were clean enough before falling asleep. Buzz was malleable, and Tony moved them around as he needed to get everything, before tossing the cloth off the bed and pulling up the blankets. Buzz was now on their side, facing away from Tony, their arm face buried in their arm as Tony wrapped the blankets around them. 

“How are you doing,” Tony whispered, his head nestled between their shoulder and neck. 

“Fine,” Buzz said, almost so quietly it didn’t come out at all. 

“Was it too much,” Tony asked. His hands were holding them close, softly gripping their hips.

“No,” Buzz said, more confidently. “I just- I forget how intense it can be. To let go like that.” 

Tony leaned over to watch their face. Tears still stained their cheeks, but they were calm now. “That’s why I’m here. To help you through it.” He placed a soft kiss on their hair. “You really did so good. You can relax again, let yourself sleep.”

That was Tony’s ploy the whole time. Usually, it was Buzz’s responsibility to drag Tony to bed, to fuck him or suck him off to get him to relax. Tony just happened to beat them to it tonight. Buzz nestled themself closer into Tony’s arms, succumbing to the warmth and protection of the blankets, and let themself drift to sleep.

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#1 "I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear" early Buzz/Bruce >:3c

Oh ho ho, a sneaky Buzz toying with sweet bumbling boy >:3c

Rating: Fluff (All ages) Pairing: Bruce Banner x OC (Buzz, they/them) Word count: ~350 (drabble) Summery: Bruce catches Buzz staring at them a bit too long...

Buzz absorbed the atmosphere that was the heli-carrier that the Avengers were basing themselves off of, masking their own intimidation.They were surrounded by agents of a government organization that wanted them for several, several, counts of cyber crime. They were also surrounded by super soldiers and, even though Buzz was a mutant, these were heroes and world class agents. Tony served as Buzz’s shield, or a Trojan horse, depending on the point of view. He brought Buzz on (as his “plus one,” he said), and Buzz welcomed the opportunity to have an access point to valuable SHIELD data. There was one other scientist, however, that held the mutant’s attention.

Buzz had offered Bruce their assistance in finding gamma rays or something- it was a ploy, of course, to get clear access to the computers. He was charming, though, in a bumbling, nerdy way. Buzz would listen, pretending to work, while Bruce rambled on about some energy readings or an article he had read in a science journal. It was cute. And one time, Bruce caught Buzz starring a little too long.

“I’m sorry, I’m annoying you,” Bruce said, shaking his head and looking to the ground. 

Buzz’s smile dropped slightly. “No, you’re not annoying me. I just…” They trailed, looking down to the screen in front of them. “I never realized you wore glasses.”

Bruce let out a small laugh. “Mostly for working, reading,” he stammered, taking them off, almost looking ashamed of them.

“I think they’re nice,” Buzz replied, looking back up at him. “They make you look…” Cute? Dorky? Nerdy? “Smart.”

Bruce laughed at that and settled into an odd silence. Buzz was still looking at him. Bruce would sneak a quick glance up, only to meet their gaze and drop his eyes again. “What, do I have someone in my hair-”

“No, I’m just…” Buzz paused. “I’m just thinking totally normal thoughts right now.” 

Bruce laughed awkwardly and looked back up at Buzz, who had turned their gaze back to their screen. “What is- what is that supposed to mean?” 

Buzz just smiled. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

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This man can't be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.

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prompts to shake things up

I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear

I'm going to take over the world and no one can stop me not even y- okay well if you ask nicely I guess

you say childish like it's a bad thing but I see you eyeing that life size Pokémon plush don't kid yourself 

be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it

this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak

I know I'm your doctor and the horns growing in overnight was kind of a surprise but why do you want them removed those are sick as hell

babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring 

okay so if you want me to rescue you from up there you have to try to come with me--okay I guess I'm picking you up

I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it (affectionate)

I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day 

you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire? 

no I see the super powers yeah I just, I'm not sure you got them from your medication, yeah, and would you say that's a negative side effect or

you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 

ooh what's this potion do? coffee? that's a funny name. what happens if I press this button? humans are so fascinating this is the best I hope I never go home

you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you 

when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying 

so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??

let's go on vacation somewhere cheesy and act like we're a couple wouldn't that be sooooo funny haha

okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them

I'm a spy. i can do unspeakable crimes under the morally bankrupt cover of night but I'm not sure I can pretend to look at real estate as a couple with you 

my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this

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Coffee Break (Tony x OC)

This is a short drabble fic based off a prompt that got slightly out of hand.

Prompt: handing the other one a hot cup of tea coffee, their hands touching for a moment Rating: Fluff (All ages) Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them) Word count: 1157 Summary: Buzz brings some coffee for the insomniac engineer, only to find the lab empty- until they find Tony taking a snooze.

Tony didn’t sleep very often. It wasn’t a mystery to anyone in the tower that he still struggled with nightmares and tremors after New York and the Mandarin. He could put on a brave face most days, but he was only brave because he was avoiding the one thing he needed- sleep.

Buzz knew there was no convincing him to go to bed. Tony’s bad habit, however, did allow Buzz to bond a bit more with Tony versus the other residents of Stark Tower. The Gods and Heroes of the Avengers frequently come and go as a revolving door. Pepper still had a business to maintain, and otherwise kept a steady schedule when she was back at the tower.

Tony in his lab was a constant- which made it all the more surprising when Buzz slid open the door and found the lab empty. Lights started up as the door opened, meaning it had been unoccupied for a while now. Perhaps Tony finally gave up the ghost and went to bed. There was a pang of disappointment as Buzz slid the cardboard carrier holding two hot lattes onto an empty counter space. They had looked forward to spending time with Tony- silent bonding as they each fulfilled their own tasks, tinkered with their own programs, basking in each other’s company. There was relief, though, that Tony was finally getting a bit of rest. 

“Good morning, JARVIS,” Buzz called out. The program whirred to life.

“Good morning, Buzz,” the electronic voice responded. “It is currently 2:14 AM.” 

So Tony had gone to bed, and at a time where most normal people would be in bed. Buzz wasn’t sure if they should be concerned or proud.

“Still technically morning,” Buzz countered. “Can you show me the Moth Suit program? Got some debugging to do.”

“Of course,” JARVIS replied, opening a diagram of a suit, similar in style to the famous Iron Man suit, in a hologram on Buzz’s own work table. “I would like to remind you that I am capable of running debugging diagnostics passively- you do not have to debug manually.”

“Call me old fashioned,” Buzz said sarcastically. They liked getting into the nitty gritty, fine tuning everything within a millimeter of perfection. What they could do, actually entering the program through their mutation, felt even more personal than plugging away lines of code on the computer. They were the program. 

“Of course, sir. Shall I start up your Tinker Time playlist?”

Buzz rounded their table, looking at the display of their suit- and came to a stop when he saw a figure at the corner of their gaze. Tony had gone to bed, but done so on a lightly padded bench. Buzz wouldn’t say he looked elegant in his sleep- not in this moment. Tony was laying on his back, his head propped up by a rolled up towel. His chin was buried in his chest with a permanent scowl on his face. His arms crossed over the glowing reactor in his chest, both hands tucked into his underarms. Buzz couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the sight.

“Hold off on that, JARVIS,” Buzz replied off handedly. Tony had kept a few blankets in the lab in the event of a power nap, but evidently decided against them this time around. Buzz touched the back of their hand to Tony’s bare arm and felt how cold it was. The pang in their chest returned, but a pang of adoration rather than one of regret. Tony flinched at the contact, but otherwise did not stir.

Buzz grabbed a throw blanket from a built-in shelving unit, shook and unfurled it, and laid it carefully over Tony. As Buzz leaned over the sleeping man to tuck him in, there was a groan. 

“Just resting my eyes,” Tony stirred, moving to sit up. Buzz stood back as the man awoke, stretching and shivering and wiping the sleep away from his eyes. “Five minute micro-nap-- just resting my eyes.” 

Buzz couldn’t help but smile. “Just five minutes? When was that?”

“Doesn’t matter, I guess,” Tony was now sitting straight up and was mostly awake, if his diversion was anything to go by. He hated being proven wrong, even for the smallest things. “JARVIS, put on my Work playlist.” Tony stood and walked around Buzz’s station, trailing his hand over Buzz’s back as he passed them. 

“Of course, sir.” As JARVIS’s voice faded, the distinctive guitars of AC/DC started playing. 

Buzz followed after Tony, placing their own hand on Tony’s back. “Why don’t you go to bed, Tony. You’re clearly tired.” 

Tony shook his head, unsure if he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t tired or shaking the sleep off. “Not tired, not anymore. Jarv, open up Mark 78- I have some ideas for improvements.” 

Buzz knew better than to argue with Tony when it came to sleep. They didn’t have much of a leg to stand on, either. Their mutation came with free insomnia- with so much electricity coursing through their veins constantly, they could never turn their brain off. Tony and Buzz would frequently find themselves timing their streaks- Buzz got up to 43 hours before Bruce had to actually carry them to bed. So no, Buzz was no better than Tony when it came to sleep, which is why they settled for the next best thing. Buzz slid their hand off of Tony’s back and walked to the table where they had set the carrier down. 

“I got you a coffee,” Buzz offered, bringing the two cups over to Tony’s station, sliding along the table beside him. Tony looked at the cup with a brief suspicion before grabbing it from Buzz’s hand. His fingers hovered over the other’s for a fraction of a second, a feather light brush. Buzz could feel the callouses that had formed over years of working with his hands. 

“Thanks, Sparky,” Tony replied before taking a large swig. It had cooled down enough since Buzz had ordered it, it seemed. 

“So, how long have you been going this time,” Buzz asked, not moving from their spot, surely in Tony’s way.

“Lost track,” Tony replied quickly, but softly. It was clear he was still tired. 

Buzz just watched him, adoration and sympathy made them ache. Tony eventually met their gaze, taking in a deep breath as they both watched each other. Buzz broke the contact first. 

“Don’t work too hard,” Buzz finally said after a few moments of silence between the two. They shifted out of Tony’s way, resting their free hand over Tony’s shoulder, grazing fingers over his shoulder blades as they made their way to their projection. 

And the two worked in silence. Tony’s classic rock playlist continued so it wasn’t a strained silence. It was always comfortable. Two engineers engaging with their craft together, the two of them knowing better than to fight the other’s bad habits.

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Introducing: AYA!

Gay / Imp / Succubus 

He doesn’t have his wings yet, but hopes to get them someday! ...Once he can stop falling in love with every human man he seduces...

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