1:49 am
18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)
little synopsis: coming home late after a stark party and stephen is tipsy and overly touchy...
pronouns: female pronouns are used
relationship: fem reader x stephen strange
note: hiiii gorgeous!! thank you for readingg. i literally cannot stop listening to hozier at the moment, stephen is SO hozier's music. like i just know he worships women like wholeheartedly at your knees as if you're an altar in a church.. on his knees in other ways.... dinner and diatribes is so stephen i highly reccomend!! (frothing, gnawing at the irons bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal) iykyk. stephen is such a sick fuck why is he so like dangerously heavenly like GTHRDJKSLA (if this is ur first interaction with me im so sorry im feral, this is a cult welcome cutie!! xx)
warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, making out while intoxicated, tony starks ego (we love him), smut while intoxicated (both parties) um a tiny little daddy kink... (say what...i know its not everyones cup of tea but i had tooooo) not proof read eek!
it was 1:49 am. a cool night swept over the city of new york, the stark tower bustling with celebrities and journalists. something tony called 'networking', a cleverly labelled excuse to blow money and get drunk.
you and stephen hadn’t planned to be out so late, but stark’s parties weren't exactly matinées, despite all of the dramatics. under usual circumstances your husband would portal the two of you home in order to avoid the paparazzi swarmed outside. the music was incredibly loud, expensive trays of sushi being passed out along other canapés. men and women around you holding crystal between their fingers in an attempt to appear elegant in a situation that can only be compared to a club setting. the walls were lined with signed records from famous musicans as well as technology tony had been tinkering with and developing, eyes drawn to these machines in awe, asking questions and flattering his already over-inflated ego. you looked to your left, spotting stephen’s suit blazer hung messily over a barstool. you laughed to yourself seeing him in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt clearly reliving his glory days at columbia, dancing and drinking.
you thanked stark and waved goodbye to everyone, stephen slumped against you - his tall figure not exactly leaning against your shoulder, too drunk to open a portal coherently. you shook your head gently, heels clicking on the concrete as you began coaxing him into one of the of pre-called taxis, stretching out of the front of the stark tower. his suit blazer drapped over one of your shoulders. the paparazzi exploiting all who exited the building, asking questions as their camera flashes blinded you.
“greenwich village, 177A bleecker street please!” you hummed sweetly to the cab driver who nodded and smiled back, gently swatting stephens hand away as he mindlessly toyed with the hem of your already short dress.
"you look gorgeous tonight baby" he whispered, his hot breath against your neck, tickling. you giggled softly, your shoulder instinctively lifting to cover your neck, pushing him away.
"thank you stephen, you look so handsome.."
"oh yeah?" he smirked
"okay.. dont get too cocky" you laughed, leaning into his side, you looked out the window, the city lights looked gorgeous. people of all walks of life walking down the streets. families going to see musicals, a group of girlfriends going out and a pair of budding musicians busking on the corner, one man in suede with a banjo, the other a scruffy man playing the harmonica. stephen wasn't looking out the window, you felt his eyes looking down at you, smiling with adoration.
the sound of your purse landing on the sideboard of the sanctum entrance echoed off the walls. stephen was always a cocky man, but this heightened when he was drunk. you laughed softly as your back gently hit the wall of the entrance, an overly confident doctor cupping your cheeks, the smell of whiskey on his breath.
“been thinking of doing this all night..” his baritone voice whispered as his scarred hands snaked their way around your waist and his lips met the warmth of your neck.
“you do flatter a girl stephen..." you gasped as he quickly turned you around, your chest pressed into the oak panelling of the sanctum entrance. you felt him harden behind you, pressing into your ass. you threw your head back, leaning into his shoulder as cold hands danced around your back, slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down as it effortlessly fell to the floor, bunched around your heels.
"stephen you're drunk...we should-.. sleep.." she gasped as his hands travelled down the length of her spine, gently.
"drunk and horny" he corrected, you could tell he was smirking by the way he delivered the words.
"please..." you whispered as he rolled up his dress shirt's sleeves to his forearms, his veins deliciously visible.
"please what baby? huh? you got an ache..??" he kissed the back of your neck, humming in contentment. you rolled your eyes, he had a thing about you using your words even when he knew what you wanted, where you wanted.
"i need you..." you turned around, looking up at him with big eyes as he looked down at you, without hesitation, he knelt down in front of you, pausing to look up at you before you nodded gently, he gently slid your panties off and then he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up around his waist, you gasped as his buldge made contact with your core, whimpering in his ear, pushing the photo frames and your purse carelessly off the sideboard before laying you down the length of the sideboard. you whined in anticipation, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to him, standing at the end of the sideboard.
he walked back over to you, looking down at you as he tutted.
"desperate little thing arent you baby..? ive barely touched you..."
"stephen..dont torture me, dont be mean.." you pouted looking up at him as he bent down to passionately kiss your lips, standing back up before brushing his fingertips down your body, your neck, chest, stomach ending inches from your core. he knelt down at the end of the sideboard, delicately wrapping your legs around his neck before he kissed your inner thighs without warning.
"shit! stephen- i.." you threw your head back, back arching against the sideboard as you felt him smirk against your skin. his stubble burned your delicate skin. adding fuel to the already ignited fire. he chuckled lowly before adjusting you to move your cunt closer to his lips. he looked up at your expecting eyes with a gentle look, you nodded laying your head back down.
"fucking soaked..." he whispered deeply, admiring you. he was never one for a quick fuck, i mean he did it of course if you begged, if you had a place to be.. but it definitely wasn't his preference. he wanted to savour you, to fervently worship his wife. your thighs squeezed his neck impatiently huffing below him.
"dont be bratty baby, im just admiring my girl.." he warned lowly. without warning he left a long stripe between the folds of your pussy, you writhed under him as his tongue purposefully missed your clit. what felt like hours of slow, delicate licks led to an ache in your lower belly. his stubble burned your inner thighs, adding to the pleasure as you began to rock your pussy into his mouth, you felt him smirk as he placed one hand down on your lower stomach before sucking violently on your clit. you squealed in pleasure, your thighs weakly handing over his shoulder, shaking.
"god you taste divine, like fucking heaven. i worship you darling.." he whispered between your thighs, as if it were a secret, but he told you it everyday.
"stephen.." you whimpered as he sucked on your clit, his face buried between your legs.
"give it to me baby, make a mess for daddy.." you moaned loudly at the nickname, something you mistakenly whimpered one day in sex that made him choke on his words and look down at you. "m' sorry! i- i.. dont know where that came from" his eyes darkened looking down at you. "say it again fr' me, yeah?" your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you faster than usual.
"daddy!" you gasped. clutching the drawers of the sideboard for support, your back arching as lewd noises of him eating you out filled the room. "jesus christ! fuck me." you screamed as you came on his tongue, he didn't stop. you shook from the overstimulation he cleaned you up with his tongue, your legs shuddered as he laid them down gently, leaning over your body, his palms resting on the sideboard as he looked down at you. it was pornographic the way his goatee glistened with your seed.
"you're going to be the death of me, you know that darling?" he smirked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes still ravaged your body before reluctantly looking back to your glossy eyes, you were gone, lost in a haze, chasing a high.
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Hello Animentality, I followed your blog by accident a few months ago and was subjected to your deluge of durgetash posts, in turn making me obsessed with the pair. The thing is I have not played baldur's gate 3 and had not really known of it before following you, so I ask do you reccomend the game? I don't often play turn based games but if you think it's worth a go I will try it
I have 800 hours in the game, so I can wholeheartedly recommend it.
it's a great game for people who aren't used to video games in general, for one thing, pretty friendly to newcomers. the turn based system is very fun and satisfying, to be honest. I originally was worried about it being turn based because I also have never really played turn based games, but the combat is really inventive and you can make all kinds of whacky choices when it comes to creatively solving hostile problems.
it doesn't feel slow, it feels like you're very powerful and very in control of the battlefield, which can be soooo addicting and rewarding when your ridiculous schemes work.
the story is also pretty fun! has some "unfinished" issues in act 3, but act 1 and 2 are great. even emotional.
and even act 3 has it's moment.
and like I said. 800 hours.
I adore this game. as much as I could criticize, I could also praise in equal measures.
I'm glad I could convert you to my cult.
a happy accident, if I do say so myself.
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@faggotful-enby
The hyperpop-playlisted-sometimes-but-not-hyperpop-genre-not-a-genre-label-defying-reccomendation-list
In order of who you should listen to in what order:
#1: Underscores dual albums fishmonger and fearmonger.
These two albums are companion pieces for each other and are both genuinely incredible. Fishmonger has lighter tones and less intense songs whereas fear monger is faster and more heavy in its theming. Fishmonger is an 8/10, fearmonger is a 9.5/10
#2: I Know There's Something Left For You by Dynastic
LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM IN ORDER FROM AT LEAST THE STARTING TRACK TO CALDECOTT. DON'T PAUSE OR SKIP AROUND. A lesser-known emo-ish punk album. Need I say more? It's my most listened to album of all time, and 100% deserves it too. 9/10, a little rough around the edges but still incredible.
#3: Alex by Gabby Start
A lsd-induced delusion fueled album about flying machines and conspiracy theories. Gabby start has produced and featured on a bunch of underscores works and their solo album carries that energy. The strange sometimes corny lyrics might be a turn off to some, but I wholeheartedly recommend it. 7.5/10. The centerpiece track "I'm sorry for everything" is a solid 9.75/10 tho.
#4: Frailty by Jane Remover
An album so potent I can't listen to it without falling into a depressive spiral for at least a day. While I emotionally can't handle this music, I'm also pretty sure it might be the greatest album ever made. Shoegaze kinda. 10/10. Only listen while stable.
#5: SPEED RUN and SPIRAL by frost children.
These two albums are genuinely incredible. From near-perfect production to catchy composition and well placed features, there's not a single track that I would consider bad, or regularly skip. Their music isn't for everyone though. Some songs are dubsteppy, some are Pop-adjacent, some are punk, and some are ...rnb??? 9/10, 9/10 would recommend.
There's SO MUCH MORE but this is a good jumping off point.
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An Update on MyNameIsEli
Hey, it's been a while. How are you? :)
As I mentioned before, I put this comic on indefinite hiatus.
Is it coming back?
Yes.
Well, not right away! I'm drafting out things so it won't be a while until its ready, but I am working on this and frankly I'm really excited about it. I want to post this comic only when I'm fully satisfied with it, so no promises of a time frame yet!!!
It'll be quite different to how it was before, but I'm looking forward to sharing more information with you all in the future!
In the meantime, I've also begun working on another project! My partner and I have been making a batch of videos for a project called TellyVision, which is effectively us messing around and being silly funny goofy. It'll probably be highly experimental and mostly full of things we find interesting to do over a set type of content. It's another project I can't wait to share more about when we've got things in motion! Naturally it'll be a lot lighter than this comic!!
(As I'm writing this I'm literally realising just how many projects I'm doing right now. Good lord I like to be busy!)
While I'm working on both projects, I'm starting up a sideblog where I'll probably post occasional doodles, updates and mostly just ramble about nerdy things. (I need an outlet to talk about one piece please I need this) so I'd reccomend following me on there for more casual stuffs. It's more that I don't want to clog up this blog with things unrelated to the actual comic.
The love you've shown my work means the world to me, I can't thank you all enough. Its the support you've provided that's helped me to want to see it through to completion and make something that I can wholeheartedly say that I'm proud of. I'll do my best and I can't wait to share more info! 🥰
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