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thestarkerisobvious · 2 years

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Guestmaster - Conclusion

artwork by the tireless @mrstarksbaby

Dedicated to all who struggle with Choice Paralysis. May your conclusions be a sweet as Peter’s.

Preface

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Presenting Part 3:

Obedientiary

Did Novice Peter jump at the chance to obey Doctor Strange the moment he rode back into the monastery with his new retinue? Oh yes, he most certainly did.

Did he think “Obedientiary” meant that he would still be allowed to obey Stephen in his bed? Yes he did. Did he notice that the Obedientiary must needs sleep in a completely different cell in a completely different section of the monastery?

Well, he noticed of course. (But he hoped it would be temporary.)

Was the Novice Peter very disappointed to find out that an Obedientiary was JUST the Guestmaster?

And did his heart sink when he realized that “Guestmaster” just meant MORE fetching and carrying than ever before? And that it was a full-time job, leaving him no time at all to serve Doctor Strange personally, in any capacity? In fact Doctor Strange, who had left an Abbot and come back an Archemandrite, was now far too busy to pay any attention to Peter. Except to assign him a new lofty position, of course. Assign him a lofty position, and then get back to his very busy day.

Novice Peter did his best, of course. This was “obeying,” after all. And he wanted to be obedient. Obedience was safety. Obedience was shelter. So he obeyed as best he could.

And it wasn’t all bad. He had always struggled to focus more on his prayers and less on the other handsome older men that moved about the monastery. That took no effort when he had Brother Stephen to attend to every night. But now that he slept in his (cold, empty) bed alone, Peter’s mind was wandering of its own accord. Wandering to the questions he had shouted out that night at the window of the tower. Was there another kind of bedplay than the kind Stephen had shown him? There were certainly other members of the monastery, both holy men and lay workers, that shared beds together under the cover of night. They made noises of their own, there. Were they all laying together the way Peter had lay beneath Stephen?

Was it all demands and obedience?

His questions went unanswered, of course. There was no one to answer them now that Stephen was gone. Not gone, exactly. The Archimandrite was still at the monastery. Somewhere. Sometimes Peter would catch a glimpse of him as he hurried all over the grounds with his endless to-do list. To and fro, fro and to. It seemed Peter walked miles every day, without ever leaving the monastery grounds. He was wearing out his shoes. Fetching and carrying. Checking and rechecking. His title was on-par with the Almoner and Cellarer (only they seemed to do much of their work sitting at a table in the scriptorium.) Only Peter, it seemed, was expected to travel from one end of the grounds to the other several times a day.

At least it kept him busy.

And he needed to keep busy. He need to be distracted from the thoughts and questions, those thorny problems that had somehow escaped his nighttime musings and now followed him around all the day…

…leading him to temptation.

The Guestmaster

“To resist temptation, one should avoid temptation!” Brother Strange had once told Peter. Of course, that was the OLD Doctor Strange. The one who still shared fevered prayer sessions with Peter, ones that ended in freverent lovemaking and long, lazy mornings laying about on clean soft sheets in the sunshine before the morning duties had to be attended...

But Brother Strange was right. To resist temptation, Peter had to avoid temptation. Which was why he dedicated his days to working in the kitchen whenever work was to be done. Working steadfastly in the kitchen gardens might be safest, where surrounded by his other brethren that did not tempt him (the youngest of which was 71 years of age…)

He would be a GOOD Obdientary. An excellent one.

And he would resist temptation. He would resist temptation by avoiding temptation.

But then...

...oh but then...

...but then...

...but then some of those visiting men were very distracting. They came from places far and wide, from other villages, other churches, other monasteries. And some of them were so very handsome...

Like James of the Winterlands, seeking out a holy ground to hide in, a place where he could heal from his grievous injuries. Injuries both of his mind, and his body. He had committed some terrible crime in those far away lands, and that young man (that beautiful, dark-eyed, scared and broken young man) seemed so very very willing to dedicate his life to simple living and to prayer.

And there was Brother Anthony... Brother Anthony who was anything but gentle... who had come to their monastery to atone for his heresies (but didn’t seem very willing to give up those heresies. In fact Brother Anthony seemed ready to argue with anything that moved. Or spoke. Or looked at him…)

...two very different men. One silent, one argumentative. Both with powerful, hard muscles hidden behind their rough-hewn robes. Both with very serious faces, but secret smiles for Peter. Smiles that contained enticing secrets.

And both with eyes that conveyed so much invitation. And a strange tenderness, both in their own way.

Brother Strange had been anything but tender. Brother Strange had been commanding. Impressive. Demanding (in a way that Novice Peter had certainly welcomed, once upon a time. There had been a definite kind of comfort in meeting Brother Strange’s demands. All of them. Nightly. But Peter was beginning to think he had outgrown that comfort, the way a boy might outgrow a pair of shoes.

And Brother Strange (excuse me, Archemandrite Strange) was no longer Peter’s to serve. In fact, now it seemed that Brother Strange had completely forgotten that Little Peter even existed. And that hurt.

But it hurt in a very specific way. And distractions might make it easier to ignore.

“To resist temptation, one should avoid temptation!” Brother Strange had said. But now Brother Strange was gone. And there was a dark, spiral staircase that caught Little Peter’s eye every time he passed it. A staircase that would lead him down to the little, quiet rooms where the guests were staying.

Staying. And praying.

Maybe Little Peter should continue to resist temptation.

Then again...

...James from the Winterlands was a guest.

And Brother Anthony the Arguer, heretic though he was, was still a guest.

And BOTH OF THEM had invited Little Peter to their monks’ cells and...

…and Peter WAS THE GUESTMASTER after all.

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THE END

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Thank you for coming on this strange journey with me. What happens to Little Peter and his discoveries in the dark rooms with broken James and argumentative Anthony are stories for your own head, not mine. As I said from the beginning, my story was Peter/Peter, and the ending is a happy one. I hope you enjoyed.

#Guestmaster #Peter Parker #PETER FEELS #Spiderstrange #StrangeSpider #Starker #Bens Moodboards #TheWitchwayWritesStuff #TheWticheway writes stuff #Winterspider

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starksbabie · 2 years

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speaking of snuggles,,, what if that out of daddy tony and little peter, it’s actually tony who’s the clingy one😳😳💗💗 “you’re coming to work with me today, pete” “but, daddy, i wanna go to daycare!” “daddy wants you baby, so no debates” and peter huffs a little and makes sure to pack some extra stuff to keep himself occupied at tony’s work😂💗 - @professional-benaddict

You’re my favorite 🥰 this is so cute

Daddy woke his baby by pressing soft kisses across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. “Good morning baby.”

Peter lets out a soft whine as he stretches before smiling up at his daddy, “daycare today? Play wif Bucky?”

Tony shakes his head as he scoops his boy up, “not today baby, I need you with me. My snuggle level is dangerously low.”

At this Peter pouts, “but dats boring! I don’t wanna go to work. Wanna go build legos with Bucky at the center!”

Tony feigns hurt and kisses all over Peter’s face to make him giggle, “please Petey?”

Peter huffs before a small smile breaks across his face, “okay daddy. I’ll come and give you as many snuggles as you need.”

Tony kisses his boy as a thank you before letting him go to pack his backpack. And if he adds too many snacks or the new Lego set that’s supposed to be for when Daddy Stephen gets home from his trip well… that’s for another time.

#starker #daddy stephan strange #daddy tony stark #tony stark #little peter parker #peter parker #starkerstrange #strangespider #raf 💛#thank you for the ask!#nice asks #onyx writes things

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snowstark · 3 years

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spiderstrange + doctor clothes - 💜

p.s. thanks for doing this! I am v v excite! 😊

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Stephen gives Peter a quizzical look, taking in his appearance. Peter’s wearing the blue scrubs that he brought home from work last week. It doesn’t fit him, because Peter’s fit is slimmer and smaller than Stephen. It hangs at his shoulders and gives him sweater paws, which only serves to reinforce the lost puppy look Stephen always teases him about.

“Nothing!” Peter stammers out, staring at him with wide eyes. “I was just—I figured you wanted—just, um, doing some laundry.”

Stephen stares at him for a few more moments, bemused, then grins. Sauntering forward, he gently kisses the top of Peter’s head and murmurs, “You know, if you wanted to try them on, you could’ve just asked me.”

Blushing, Peter shrugs. “‘s nothing,” he says, embarrassed. “I just wanted to see them. You always keep them folded up so neatly, and...”

Stephen laughs. “I’ll bring you a pair from work next time. Ones that actually fit you.” Grinning, he bumps his hip against Peter’s. “We can both be doctors then.”

Peter gives him a shy smile. “Deal.”

Despite how big the scrubs are, he still chooses to keep them on for the rest of the day.

#spiderstrange #stephen/peter #stephen x peter #strangespider #fluff #my fics #thank yOU for sending this in!! 🥰

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sugarstark · 3 years

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“Daddy? Why is the sky blue?”

“I’m not sure. Why are my eyes blue?”

“Not sure. Why is my shirt blue?”

“Not sure-“

#peter parker #tom holland #my moodboards #moodboard #spiderstrange #strangespider #strangespider moodboard #spiderstrange moodboard #peter x stephen #stephen x peter

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couldntbedamned · 4 years

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SpiderStrange Gothika Inspired AU

#spiderstrange #spideystrange #stephen strange x peter parker #peter parker x stephen strange #doctor strange x peter parker #peter parker x doctor strange #gothika au #couldntbedamned edits #strangespider #strangespidey

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mokutonprince · 5 years

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I just needed some StrangeSpider in my stressful life.

The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.

Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.

"Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-" Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.

"Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don't have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such." Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.

Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.

"I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker." His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys' quick inhale of breath.

"Peter. Call me Peter." He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, "But ah, you're welcome, D-Doctor."

And that really shouldn't sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.

"Well, Peter." The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.

"Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device." Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.

"I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum." Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter's hand, eyes never leaving the others.

Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.

"Y-yes.." Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn't leave and he really really didn't want to embarass himself infront of this man.

"I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-" Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. "Or next week!" Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. " I wouldn't want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I'm sure you're incredibly busy with stuff-"

"Peter." Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy's cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter's attention up due to their difference in height.

"I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here." And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.

"Yes, please."

God help him.

#peter parker #stephen strange #doctor strange #strangespider #spiderstrange #stephen x peter #issa gay #fluff #cute i guess #part 1?#do you even want to read this junk

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areiton · 5 years

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like romeo & juliet, part 8/10

~*~

There is a place, in Queens. A place the Doctor doesn’t know about, a place the Merchant never had reason to know about.

It’s a quiet, neat little apartment. On one side, there is a scarred veteran who waters the plants, when Peter can’t come by.

He goes there, the world going hazy and soft around him, Natasha’s blood still on his hands. He wishes he hadn’t had to kill her. She helped train him, taught him to use his little knives in the exquisite dance that left so many dead.

She was following orders--he knew she was. Strange had warned him.

He can feel shock settling in, the adrenaline draining away and leaving his hands trembling where he holds the keys.

A door opens and he feels someone moving next to him, and he brings up his knife, quick, but not quite quick enough.

Wade catches his wrist and twists the blade away. Peter makes a desperate noise, and he sighs, catches the boy as he crumples, and carefully unlocks the door. “Come on, Spider-baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Peter makes a quiet noise of protest, that Wade ignores as he manhandles the younger man into the apartment, and starts stripping him of his bloody clothes, his hand brusque but gentle.

~*~

“Tell the Doctor to back the fuck off.”

He plays the message again, Peter’s voice sharp and furious, the kind of cold he only ever got when he was truly angry.

Strange played it again.

“Tell the Doctor to back the fuck off.”

The room is quiet. Michelle is sitting a few seats away, her sharp gaze narrowed on him. Ned is quiet, anxiety rolling off him. The Witch is watching him, a tiny smirk curling up her lips. “The Spider stings the hand that feeds him,” she almost purrs.

“I suggest,” Strange says, his voice cool and bland, “if you want to avoid being the next bloody body to drop, you keep your opinions about my Spider to yourself.”

Her eyes widen, and Wong shifts. “You can’t--”

Strange twists, raises an eyebrow at him. Almost daring him to continue.

Wong closes his mouth, not willing to challenge the Doctor in front of others.

Not over Peter.

“Loki,” he murmurs, and the trickster straightens with a grin so cold Strange fights down his shiver.

“Find him for me, would you?”

Loki yawns and stands, already texting his brother. Thor likes hunting, even if he doesn’t have the subtlety Loki has. “Do you want him alive?” Loki asks, and the entire room holds its breath.

“Tell the Doctor to back the fuck off.”

He can still see the pictures of Natasha, sprawled bloody on the museum steps.

“Yes,” he murmurs. “I want to crush the Spider myself.”

~*~

He can hear Wade moving around the apartment when he wakes up. There’s a gap--a fuzzy picture of what happened last night, after he stumbled into his apartment under Wade’s firm, careful hands.

He’s in a shirt and boxers, and he wonders if he did that himself, or if Wade did it.

He remembers Wade calling him Spider-baby, remembers the icy clench of fear that came with the gentle endearment, and it roars back now, sharp and bracing.

His gun is on the dresser, and he checks it quickly before he dresses in jeans and a t-shirt before padding into the living room.

There’s food on the table, and Wade is sitting in the corner, far from any weapons or his phone, his eyes tired as he watches Peter.

“You know who I am,” Peter says, poking the burrito. His wristcuffs are there too, and he touches them carefully.

“I didn’t clean them,” Wade says. “I didn’t know what kind of poison you laced in them.”

Peter smiles. It’s not even poison--just Silk twisted into something that could be used as a weapon. The crash last night was as much from the Spidersilk he’d shot Natalia with as it was the adrenaline crash.

“How did you know?”

“Paid attention. You always showed up after a Spider kill. You never stayed long--and sometimes you were loud on the phone.”

He’s tense and Wade sighs. “I’m not looking to turn you in to the Doctor.”

“How do you know that’s who I’m running from?”

Wade gives him a smile twisted by scars, and slides his tablet across the table to Peter. “Because she’s dead and everyone heard your little message to the Doc before you took off.”

Peter considers that and then, “Why aren’t you turning me in? He’d pay.”

Wade smiles, gently, a heartbreaking thing. “Why didn’t you kill the Merchant?”

Peter looks at him.

Really looks.

And he can see it. He knows what love looks like. He knows how it makes the eyes shine, the smile soften, the way it turns helpless lips up and sadness tugs at the corner of the eyes.

“Oh,” he breathes.

~*~

He eats, and Wade hovers over him until Peter forces him to sit down. It’s awkward, and there’s a part of him that wants to shove the other man, wants to bolt and find Tony, wants to run and run and run, until everything was left behind him.

“Do you think the Doctor would take me back, if I killed Tony?” he asks, late that night. Wade is painting his toenails, and Peter’s absently playing with his dagger.

Wade looks up at him, eyes patient and undemanding, and he realizes--he likes that.

Strange always wanted something, expected Peter to do something, create some new drug, kill someone he wanted to dispose of. Tony watched him like he was made of spun glass, all fragile beauty that he wanted to devour and was afraid to destroy.

Wade just waits. Patient and knowing, and undemanding.

“Could you?”

Peter shakes his head. No.

No, and isn’t that the hardest part.

“It would be easier, if I could,” he mumbles and Wade hums in agreement.

“I’d do it for you,” he offers, grinning. “But I saw what you did to the last person who came for your Merchant.”

Peter smiles, reluctant and amused despite himself.

~*~

“What are you going to do, Spider-baby?” Wade asks, the second morning in the safe house. They’re eating breakfast burritos, and Peter’s anxious, his skin itching with the need to run, to find Tony or crawl back to Strange.

“I have to kill one of them,” he says, slowly. “The only way this ends is if I make a choice.”

“You already did, though,” Wade points out and Peter makes a face. The scarred veteran laughs, soundless and Peter closes his eyes, soaking in this quiet peace.

He did.

The first time he didn’t kill Tony--he made his choice.

“Sir will kill me,” he says, softly, and Wade makes a quietly distressed noise. “And Tony--I don’t even know if he wants me, now.”

“Maybe before you go hunting the Doctor--you should find out,” Wade suggests, his voice a whisper in the silence.

Peter closes his eyes.

~*~

He wonders, sometimes, if all love stories end bloody. He’s looked at it, every way he can--and there’s no end that doesn’t.

That isn’t the truth he’s struggling with.

It’s that--there was never any end but a bloody one. Not for them.

Not for him.

Part 9

#like romeo & juliet #starker #strangespider #arei writes fic #starker fic #my fic #fic updates

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anthony-mackerel · 6 years

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Requested by @starkerravingmad Spiderstrange/Strangespider Doctor/Patient AU

Up to the imagination what exactly the plot might be. Maybe Peter went in for a surgery and checks up with his doctor every now and again and they fall in love or something completely different.

#spiderstrange #moodboard #requested #I'm so tired #so I can not speak at ALL #but y'all get it #cinnamon girlfriend #what’s up doc

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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months

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Okay but Dark Dr. Strange going through the multi verse to find a Peter Parker to replace his that died.... running into Superior Iron Man doing the same thing...

And they have their eyes on the SAME Peter Parker....

#writing prompt #starker #starkerstrange #spiderstrange #stark x strange #strangespider #ironspider #tony stark/peter parker #sim tony #dark stephen strange #dark tony stark #winterspiderpurrs

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professional-benaddict · 8 months

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Stephen and Tony laying in bed. They have been together for 7 years now. Maybe they are having late night talks, serious, bare it all talks. And maybe on this night, they talk about "the one that got away" they are happy together, and things are great and wouldn't trade each other for the world.

But both their pasts are complicated. Most people are not still best friends with their ex's who got together. Who knew that Pepper and Christine would end up as the love story of the century.

But surprisingly, they don't say those names- the one the other was expecting.

" See... there was this intern. His name was Peter; I never clicked so well with someone. But he was young.... Pepper said it was bad PR so we kept it quite. We didn't go public... we were together about a year, but I still wasn't off the wagon.. just better at hiding it at that point... there was a party. I can't really remember the night, but the next day he was gone. ..."

" Funnily mine was named Peter too.... his aunt was a nurse at the hospital, and he volunteered there a lot for the scholarship for his college. We fit well together, I knew he had recently gotten out of a relationship, but we were moving fast. I had a long day with intense surgery... one of the few patients I lost. I was angry. I know he was trying to encourage me. But I wasn't having it. I said.... so many hurtful things... Came home a few days later to a package of my things from his place at the door."

Would they realize they were talking about the same Peter??

And just who is Peter with now....

- WinterSpiderPurrs

A year later, Stephen and Tony are at a charity event. They already made their donations, but they have to show some face as well. The couple is very much looking forward to leaving soon and going on a date, just the two of them. Tony found a new exciting looking restaurant they want to try.

Seeing familiar faces in the crowd is to be expected, but this one feels different. It stirs up something in Tony, even after just one glance. His curls are shorter, but the colour is the same.

The young man turns, and their eyes meet. Tony doesn’t make the first move, too embarrassed to do so. He knows he was in the wrong way back then. But, the man approaches. God, Peter is even more beautiful now.

“Mr Stark! It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it really has. Mr Parker.” Tony manages to breathe out shakily. Peter’s smile seems so genuine, but there is something in his eyes. It is hard to pinpoint with all the memories swirling in Tony’s mind.

“Hey, honey. Ready to get going?” Stephen swoops in from behind, putting a hand on the back of Tony’s neck.

“Oh, Doctor Strange, too. Wow!” Peter gasps.

Only now does Stephen notice Peter and his eyes go wide in surprise.

“Peter! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Stephen says, reaching a hand out in a greeting. Peter takes it, but lets go quickly.

“Wait, you know him?” Tony asks, making Stephen turn to him with a puzzled look.

“Yes, uhm- he volunteered at the hospital. Is- is that- intern Peter?”

The husbands start talking over each other, not really listening to one another, but neither wants to back down either. By the time they look around, Peter has disappeared.

Date night probably isn’t going to go as they hoped it would.

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i would love love looove if you continued it a little bit if you can hehe☺️☺️ maybe stephen and tony meet peter on their way out and see him with someone?? @winterspiderpurrs 💗💗

#i loved it sm i just had to write!!!#starker #strangespider #spiderstrange #ironstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #stephen strange #ask

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thestarkerisobvious · 2 years

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Oral Daydreams

By the late @von--gelmini (and me)

Adapted to Spiderstrange (from the original, OC pairing) by myself

RATED V FOR VON

art by the incomparable @mrstarksbaby

Two Avengers, bonding over shared experiences in outer space (as well as some misadventures with multiverses) have developed an unlikely friendship. It is intense, it is personal. It is also very sexual. Distance does not dissuade them. One has a sling-ring. The other has the internet. Mostly, they use the internet. What you are about to read is one of many examples of their written musings, used as entertainment (of the intimate variety) on an occasion when Avenger business kept them on separate continents. It is a fantasy.

If anything came of it afterward, when they saw each other again, is up to you to imagine.

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Oral Daydreams

Peter:

A lazy afternoon. Naked in bed. Alone. Daydreaming.

Of your mouth. On my lips. On my skin. Moving lower.

You find me there in bed. I smile at you. Turning over, I stretch my body out, watching you look at me with bright blue eyes. You sit on the edge of the bed and turn towards me. Your hands run along my sides as you bend down to kiss me. I return your kiss slowly. Taking my time to feel your lips with my tongue, to have the warmth of your mouth on mine as long as I can. Letting that kiss build in passion until I’m gasping and my back arches up in your hands. You say sweet things, call me your little spider, tell me how beautiful I am, how you love touching me. Your voice flows over me as music, your words the lyrics. You kiss my neck, nipping gently at my skin, biting harder as you suck bruises there. Your tongue traces the line of my collarbone from my shoulder to the center. Moving down my chest, finding my nipple, teasing me with your teeth. Your hands slip down my stomach, stroking the hair from my navel down to my cock, which is rising with all the attention you’re giving me.

I figure out your purpose. I’ve done this to you often enough. Usually I am too self-conscious to allow you to do it to me for long, or this thoroughly. But in this daydream, the sensation is too sweet and all that self-consciousness fades away to nothing like I wish it would do for real. Still, the daydream’s so vivid that I imagine that I can feel your lips as if they were real. You’re going so slowly. Taking your time. Teasing the skin on my stomach with the scrape of your beard. Making me writhe. I want your mouth on my cock. I surprise myself and tell you that, easily. You give into my pleading and touch the tip with your tongue. I feel the heat of your mouth as you take the head into the O of your lips. My hands clutch at the sheet as they always do. But this is a daydream and I am bolder than I am in reality. My hand cups the back of your head, followed by my other. Not pushing, but definitely urging. I want you so much!

The sunbeam falling over my legs is the heat of your body. As it spills over my erection, that’s your mouth. My hands make play at what I imagine you’d be doing if you were here. I close my eyes I’m back in my daydream. I moan (aloud) about how hot your mouth feels, about how good you are at driving me insane with it. I say your name over and over as you get me closer, my words losing their meaning. It becomes hard for me to keep my hips still and I’m thrusting up into your mouth.

Only when I come does the illusion break. The hot splash of it on my belly, something you would never let happen if your mouth were on me. I whimper a little sadly though sigh contentedly at the same time. My eyes open and, rolling to my side, I look for the towel I had put nearby. As I prop myself up a little, I notice a shadow in the doorway.

Wow, the stone floors of Kamar Taj don’t give a person any warning, do they? Must be those soft wizard-shoes you always wear.

I smile and blush, ducking my head. Embarrassed.

“Stephen… um… been there long?”

Stephen:

I grin.

“Long enough to hear my name taken in vain.”

I’ve already shed my robe and my shoes - dammit there’s still my sweater - why do I wear so many clothes? I shed a few more.

I stretch out beside you on the bed and gather you up in my arms.

“I like hearing you tell me what to do, little spider.

“Tell me again.”

Peter:

“I want your mouth. That’s what started this. I couldn’t get the thought of your mouth out of my head. I want you to go down on me and make me all hard and not stop until I’m calling out your name again. I want to feel your hair in my fingers, the curve of the back of your head in my hands. Hmm… only this time… I want you to turn around so I can… okay don’t laugh. But I want to feel you in my mouth too. My lips on you. I’m afraid, though, if you’re doing it right, I’ll be far too distracted to be doing it right to you. That’ll have to wait until you’ve finished me. Then I’ll finish you."

Oh my god what did I just say!?!

Stephen:

Oh my. Now this is a lovely surprise. And yes, Peter, oh yes I am VERY happy to oblige you. I very much want to feel you in my mouth right now…… spent and still tasting of your fantasy of me…..

Only promise me something.

Promise me you’ll put your hands on my head like you did in your fantasy.

And that you’ll push up….

Peter:

Oh god, have you… have you done that before?

Stephen:

Never you mind what I have and haven’t done before, Mr. Parker.

Peter:

Okay, okay. Then… then you undress and crawl into my bed. I reach out and grab your shoulder, pulling you into position. I want you in my mouth. I want your mouth on me. So wild, so daring. But I can do it. You make me feel brave. I take your half-hard cock and run my lips over the head. I’ve always loved the way that feels, the smoothness of the skin there against my lips.

But there’s the other part of the fantasy that I want. I reach down with my other hand and find your head. You’re just about to start, but I don’t wait before I cup my hand around the back of your head and push you down to where I want you. I close my eyes and pretend that I’m in my fantasy. I want to feel the heat of your mouth surrounding me as mine just teases. Not doing what I know would feel good to you, not doing my usual, trying to impress with my ability to hold my breath forever. Not trying to impress you at all. Just playing about with the things that tantalize me the most about using my mouth.

It takes you longer than usual to get me hard. After all, I did just come and… and on top of that, I’m doing something that really fills me with self-doubt. No matter how much I am fantasizing that it doesn’t. I’m not really doing this, am I? And an even worse question… I’m not really wanting this, am I? Oh but the way your head feels in my hand, my fingers combing through your hair. I want more and more and more of you. Yes, I raise my hips up and push your head down. I groan loudly, with my mouth around the head of your cock. “Oh, Stephen.” My hips thrust up again. “Oh god yes.” I lick at your cock some more as I moan appreciatively. My mind telling me: Don’t think about what he’s doing, what you’re doing… just do it.

Stephen:

I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re doing to me down there, although I’m sure it’s impressive as always. But I fear I’m paying too much attention to what I’m doing to you. Putting my hands on your hands to keep them there, I WANT you to grab my head, I don’t want those hands to go away. Then my hands are on your sweet ass to keep you thrusting into my mouth….. the back of my throat is waiting for you, longing to feel you pressing back there….

Peter:

I thought this was it - I thought this would be my first time 69′ing. But that’s not where my mind is. I want your whole attention on my cock, I want my whole attention on my cock in your mouth. I push your hips away. “Oh god. Just do it, Stephen.” Both my hands go to the back of your head and this time, with no hesitation, hold you there as I thrust my hips up, feeling myself slide deep into your throat. I’m going on instinct now. It feels good so I do it again and again. Slow enough that I know you’ll be able to take it, but deep each time, moving your head up and down my length. Then I hold you up from going all the way down again. You try but my hands keep you to where you’re focused on the head of my cock. “Mmm. I want that wicked tongue.” I’m moaning and my hips are writhing in tight circles as I’m fighting the urge to plunge deep again. “Latin and magic in that tongue of yours, Doctor Strange."

Stephen:

Oh dear.

You’re talking.

Making coherent sentences.

That means I’m not doing my job right. I don’t fight your hands at all, I let them guide me — I WANT you to use my head to your pleasure. But now my hands are massaging, my fingers pressing and seeking out secret places, touching you in just the right way, so that you’ll lose the power of speech…..

Peter

Your tongue does exactly what I imagined it would, driving me mad with the way you’re moving it across the head of my cock, finding all the places that are so sensitive now. This is so much more than my fantasy could have ever imagined. You have me moaning and arching my back until I can’t fight it anymore and I pull you down farther onto me and push into the back of your throat again.

Your hand is warm as you cup my balls and roll them in your palm, making me groan long and low. When your fingers start to rub behind them, pressing just so, I gasp sharp and high. I start to say something, but that’s cut off with a whimper as your fingertip circles my opening, teasing, at the same time as your throat is making tight swallows around my length. I know I’m not going to last long if you start with that evil finger of yours doing what I think it will. I’m babbling nonsense - your name, God’s name, curses, actual swear words (you’ll be so surprised!) With that finger inside me now, I can’t think even enough to guide your head. I just grab onto whatever bit of your body is in my hand’s reach and clutch at you. My other hand fists the sheets. NOT the headboard, I’ll break it! My hips raise off the bed, which gives those beautiful long fingers - two now - more access and puts me deep into your mouth again. I feel that tightness in my belly build and even though I’m trying to, there’s no holding it back or keeping quiet about it.

Stephen:

Oh sweet lad, I NEVER want you to stay quiet about it…..

I love reducing you to nonsensical babbling….. It means I’m doing it right. Everything is perfect…. except that hand with the death grip on the sheets. It should have a death grip on my head.

So I force you to let go of the sheet. Oh gods how I love the feel of your hands clutching my head. And when you come you grab my hair so hard it hurts, and it turns me on beyond belief.

Oh gods above and below, just let me maintain just a little self control….. oh gods please Peter be ready, because I’m so damn hard my head is swimming...

Peter:

I can’t believe I came so hard. I’ve put myself into a bit of a state of shock after. I lie there, breathing so heavily, my body still all taut with the strain, not going into its usual limp and relaxed state. I’m just kinda stuck on ‘OMG WTF happened?’

My body says it felt pretty fantastic indulging in my fantasy, but now my head is full of other thoughts. I don’t want that to show, for you to see all the doubts I’m having. You’re so turned on and I definitely have no doubts about that. I sit up a bit. I want to kiss you. I try to pull you up so that you’re next to me or on top of me or something, just touching me. I want to feel you touching me so bad. If you’ll just touch me like you usually do, it’ll be okay.

Stephen:

Gods, I love it when you push to the back of my throat…..

And now you’ve come, and my ears are ringing from your shouting and my mouth is full of your taste. And now you want my body on top of yours….oh yes…..I’m glad.

Because I’ll need every god in every pantheon to forgive me for this…..but I’m going to lay you wide and fuck you hard and straight away….I hope I’m wet enough….I hope you’re too spent to notice. Oh gods I loved the way you used my head, only for a few seconds when you forgot yourself and pushed back….and now (gods forgive me) I’m going to use that sweet, tight ass like it’s never been used before.

You thought Deadpool knew how to fuck you? You ain’t seen nothing yet, boy.

Peter:

Oh god that’s exactly what I want. You climb up my body and I wrap my legs around your waist and then that moment… oh yes. You’re too excited to take your time and when you enter me and it’s a little rough because no lube or spit just pre-come but it is just perfect. I wrap my arms around your neck and if I’m clinging a bit more needily than usual, you don’t notice. I curl my body underneath yours, holding tightly onto you with my arms and legs. Rather like a koala – the thought quick-flashes in my mind and I know I’m feeling myself again if I’m able to think of silly things like that instead of worrying. You inside me, fucking me wildly, desperate to get off, so turned on don’t think about why, wanting me that much… that feels so good.

I run my fingers over the back of your head and grab with both hands, pulling you down to kiss me, holding on as you’re fucking me. “Oh Stephen.” I whisper so quietly, in soft breaths against your neck. “Fuck me.”

Stephen:

Oh my goodness, Peter. I didn’t even know you knew that word.

Peter:

Kindly shut up, Doctor. It’s my fantasy.

Stephen:

This writing exercise has been lovely, Mr. Parker. Unfortunately I have to exit at this time. I trust we can continue this conversation when I return?

Peter:

WHEN will you return?

Stephen:

If the time-spell works correctly, I’ll return instantaneously. But I’ll have a few days worth of de-briefing to do, so our delightful writing exercise will have to wait.

Peter:

Contact me THE MOMENT you return.

Stephen:

You don’t have to worry about THAT, Peter. I promise.

Peter:

Don’t tell me when not to worry. I’ve lost too many people not to worry.

Stephen:

I would move time and space to return to you, my little spider.

Peter:

Promise?

Stephen:

You have my most solemn oath as the Almost Sorcerer-Supreme.

(Especially now that I know what we’re going to do to each other when I return.)

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The End.

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