My thoughts are like stars
I cannot fathom into constellations.
Hey there. I'm Tony Stark, though most call me Tony. I'm the owner of Stark Industries - no doubt you've heard of my father, Howard. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask.
I also go by 'Arc', in reference to all of my twinnies. So feel free to call me that.
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(( Semi-active independent RP blog for Tony Stark/Iron Man from the Marvel movie series. Post-Avengers, Pre-IM3. Please see the About page for further details, as well as the Headcanons page for specifics on my Tony.
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so today i went to the normal place my 'circle of friends' meets before school and i noticed that most of the circle was all bunched up and chatting and laughing a lot, but there was this one person sitting off to the side, and i recognized her as one of my close friends. wondering why she was there, i walked a little closer and then realized that she was crying, hard, and her eyes were red and puffy and i didn't know how i didn't see it until i was maybe three or so yards away because god it was so dramatic, the color in her face. i hurried over to that table and asked her what was wrong, and she said that her cousin had died recently and it had just hit her, right then and there, that he was gone forever, and i felt so goddamn bad and i just sat with her until the bell rang and made her laugh with terrible jokes of terribleness.
but i was fucking astonished by the fact that none of the other people in this supposed friend circle had even noticed - they were still laughing and talking about this and that, all the way up until the bell. it was mindblowing.
it really just reminded me of how easily one can overlook pain in favor of blissful, hassle-free ignorance. instead of asking her what was wrong, they all just pretended she wasn't there and relished in the fact that they couldn't feel bad unless they knew what was up.
people don't like subjecting themselves to pain. we're innately selfish beings. it takes a lot of strength and will to break out of that. and some people are just too damn lazy. they loathe the idea of inconveniencing themselves, even for the benefit of others! and it's messed up!
so i know i should be doing replies but INSTEAD I DID THIS
This is a cover of a friend's Science Boyfriends song, Spinning, which can be found here. I love this song and I finally made a cover of it. It's a capella and kind of shit, but hey, enjoy.
Anthony was careful to maintain skin contact. He slid a hand to cup the side of his neck so he could lift his mouth away from Arc’s. So long as they didn’t break direct contact, the spell wouldn’t trigger again. “I could have you coming until you’re all dried up,” he teased, nibbling on Arc’s bottom lip. “Or if we’re careful, I could fuck you until you’re begging me to use you all up. All you have to do is say the word.”
Arc had never came so hard and so abruptly in his life, and never had two  so close together. "D-Don't want you, d-d-don't want that, just g-get off and-...and-..." God, Arc should have never let him into his home. He was seriously regretting the decision right now.
Smiling softly Bruce gave a small hum of agreement, working his fingers through the tangles in Tony’s hear and working at the scalp absently. He couldn’t remember feeling more at peace with another person than in these moments with Tony, the quiet ones with the engineer pressed against his chest trapped in a feeling of post-coital bliss.
After a moment of letting the silence settle one more Bruce adjusted them both, letting Tony’s ear press against his bare chest without any thought. He was too comfortable, too blissed out, to even consider than Tony would notice anything off.
Tony was quiet for a long while, just making contented little purring sounds as he was pet. However, eventually, he tuned into the odd sounds coming from Bruce's chest and his brows furrowed, the engineer trying to focus in on the sound. It seemed a bit quicker than most, Bruces heartbeat, and louder, like it was more than one heart thudding away in there.
"...Hey, Bruce, something wrong?" He asked after a moment. "Your heart's acting all weird."
“Shhhhh, shhshhhshhh.” One of Anthony’s hands skated down his body through his clothes, teasing him, until he slid down far enough that he could stroke his cock through his come-sticky trousers. “You love it.” He licked his lips. “I can feel it.” And he let his mouth settle over Arc’s, swallowing the sounds he made as a second forceful orgasm tore through him.
Arc was quickly reduced to a whimpering mess under Anthony's fleeting, teasing touches, despite his weak attempts to get free. Said quiet little noises were amplified, however, when that kiss occurred, another rocket of bliss shooting through his body, the engineer creaming his pants a second time. He moaned wantonly against the other's mouth, trembling and shaking and reeling from that second orgasm.
“My apologies, sir, but I gathered the impression that you rather liked my suit.” He hiked Tony’s shirt up even higher as his head dipped to lay kisses on the skin of his neck. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the other’s scent and finding bits of the workshop still resting there. He really needed to stop working there so much. Then again, it wouldn’t really be Tony if he didn’t tinker constantly.
“I could make a change if that would please you more.”
"Mmmm, no, s'not what I meant. Short term, these clothes need to go, tout suite, but I actually really like suits on you long term, 'cause you look extremely sexy in them." Tony ran his hands up and down Jarvis' sides, nails dragging over the skin there, a soft purr rumbling in his throat. "I like the way your ass looks in those slacks, heh."