Prompt Post 001
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Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
- Please be civil and respectful towards each other.
- One prompt per comment. Feel free to post more ( Read more... )
Rhodney goes straight for the robot arms and starts to get out of his suit (looks battered. Needs upgrading. Probably best to start from to scratch, get rid of all the Hammer shit for sure) and Clint, who had been in the middle of a rant about... Archers in the OL and performance enhancement drugs? Something like that, it not like Tony /cares/ right now, stops in his tracks, speechless and horrified by the Clint Basher. He approaches it slowly, weary and suspicious, as he /should/ be (but also looking very much murderous, mission accomplished) and takes out his own bow as he gets closer.
/That/ is not going to end well. The Clint Basher will eventually be programmed to identify enemy combatant from a wide range of parameters, but. At the moment the only one it's programmed to recognise is, well, /Clint/. Duh. And while it isn't set to use lethal force, its crowd control mode is /preeety/ effective.
Tony almost feel sorry for Clint. Almost.
Steve has obviously noticed his distraction and removes his fingers in Tony's ass and gives him a hard, wet smack to the buttocks that, to Tony's own surprise, makes him moan loudly. And then Steve makes an executive decision and starts pushing into Tony, barely pausing to let Tony adjust, but he's still jerking Tony off, that pleasure effectively distracting Tony from the bit of uncomfort. He's wanking Tony frantically and the pace he sets gliding in and out (/all/ the way out and /slamming/ in again, oh /fuck/) is fast and unrelenting and he's panting loudly and while there's been plenty of passion up till now, this frenzied urgency is something new and different and this time it's clearly Steve's who's been wandering the desert, longing for water.
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And /boy/, has Steve been doing his research.
Steve blows him with the same unrelenting pace and energy as he fucked him with and Tony is immediately bucking and crying out, his breath hoarse and shallow, /he is so close/ and then Steve gives him back his fingers, three of them and coated in lube anew, if Tony is judging correctly, and he fucks him as fast and hard as he had done with is dick and then he starts to bend them, finding Tony's prostate immediately and just /milking it/ and-
The world disappears in a burst of ecstasy that just goes on and on and on.
When Tony starts to be conscious of his surroundings again, Steve is carrying him again (in the bridal position /again/, what's up with that?) and puts Tony to bed, (and /how the fuck/ does he also have the codes to the panic room itself?), undresses him and tucks him in and there's that /look/ again. Tony falls asleep to the sound of Steve’s shower, sleeping long and dreamless.
When Tony wakes up again he is alone, the workshop is empty, the Clint Basher a smoking mess on the floor.
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“You missed the debriefing,” Fury practically growl at him when Tony finally emerges form his workshop.
“I wasn't /on/ the mission,” Tony answers tartly. “I'm sure you managed just fine.”
“And you missed a meeting yesterday,” Fury continues, talking over Tony as if he hadn't opened his mouth. “Potts called me. /Again/.”
Tony opens his mouth to say something about that he of all people /very well/ know what having Pepper on your back feels like, but Fury suddenly has an unusually almost soft look on his face as he studies Tony.
“Stark. If you're on your way to another angsty meltdown, I need to know about it.”
Tony stares at him, speechless. He has a flashback to Steve's lips around his dick and has to fight to keep a goofy grin off his face as he says to Fury, “No, I'm good. I'm positively /peachy/.”
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godiloveyouaklsdkjfl.
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Do tell me about which kinks I've hit so far, I'll cross them out as I go along :D
I might post some more today, jfyi.
Oh, and the sub!steve has been updated again :D
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• Being realistic (there is nothing less sexy than gay sex where it's like one of the men has a vagina. Bull. shit.)
• Barebacking (I just said I like realism, but... barebacking xD)
• Not exactly a KINK, but Tony/Hair Petting and Tony/Foot Rubs are my OTPs right up there with Tony/Steve!
• Steve being strong. And using said strength. Oh yes *___*
• Steve being patient as hell. And teasing Tony like crazy. And being worshipping and in absolutely no rush at all.
• Tony strung out from aforementioned patience. Seriously. I just. Huge kink alert.
• Sex in Tony's workshop. Nngh. Even if it was in the panic room. I GIVE NO FUCKS.
• Two-way mirror. Because. I. The borderline exhibitionism of it. alskjkdf.
• That ass smack. Tony's reaction. Tony. TONY ARE YOU A MASOCHIST? *___*
• Contrary to earlier: Quick, rough sex. Mmm.
AND SO YOU SEE: ALL OF THE KINKS. I. AM. LOVING. THIS FIC *______* I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU LEARNED THIS BUT YOU HAVE LEARNED WELL. NNNNGH.
p.s. IDEK what LJ is doing anymore, so in response to your incubus fic request, you shall get it if that homework was handed in on time and completed, and you felt like you did a good enough job.
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I apologies in advance for the abuse of capslock OH WAIT NO I DON'T :D
1. WHEN THEY ACTUALLY START TO ACTUALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER, THERE WILL BE DIRTY TALK.
2: OR ANAL PENETRATION WITHOUT LUBE BEING DESCRIBED AS PLEASANT. OR THE SELF-LUBRICATING ASS, WITHOUT ANY KIND OF EXPLANATION, LIKE 'IT'S AN ALIEN, THAT'S WHY'. JFK.
3: THERE WILL BE SEX IN THE ACTUAL WORKSHOP LATER ON. PROMISE
4: I DON'T KNOW IF TONY IS A STRAIGHT OUT MASOCHISTIC, BUT HE DEFINITIVELY LIKES TO BE ORDERED AROUND.
I don't know where I've learned it either, I must have stored it up for a long time, like a camel full of water. ONLY WITH PORN.
PS: I did turn the paper in on time and I did my best. I'm 26 and I still need someone to hold my hand in order to get homework done. SAD. Thanks for your support.
...Does that mean that I get incubus!Tony fic?
PPS: I've posted a friend-locked version of this fic that's a bit more cleaned up. JFYI.
http://misswhy.livejournal.com/19485.html#cutid1
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Later, though. I am so woogy right now /wanders around blearily.
Also number 2: OMG I KNOW I AM LIKE NO THAT WOULD LIKE A BITCH.
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SORRY!
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Tony is in the middle of eating his way through a gigantic stack of sandwiches while clicking away on his laptop and having a phone conference with Pepper (mostly a peace negotiation about the meetings he has blown off, but he can't help but congratulating her on making Fury twitch. Keep up the good work, Peps!) when Rhodey blows in, clearly in a huff about something.
Tony will bet money that the 'something' is directly or indirectly related to himself. It usually is.
“Where have you been all /day/, Tony?” Rhodey says in that annoyed way of his (it's somewhere between the exasperated 'god, Tony', familiar and as old as their friendship and still a far way from the 'Oh Tony, for fuck's sake, why?' that is new and... worse). “We couldn't find you,” Rhodey continues, “you didn't answer your cell-”
“Call you back, Pepper,” Tony says into his phone, “I'm about to get yelled at by Rhodey.”
/“He can get in line, Tony, I still haven't forgiven you for that horrible wine rack, you put it up in our sales room-”/
“Bye Pepper, love you too.” Tony says, closes his phone with a snap and turning his attention back to Rhodey.
“Pepper says hello. You were saying?”
“I was saying that we couldn't find you and JARVIS wouldn't locate you for us.” Rhodey says, scowling at him.
“Well, JARVIS does like me best.” Tony says, taking a sip of his coffee, “If it makes you feel better I have some specs for a new version of you suit I want you to look at. I'm starting from scratch this time, I need new scans of you and a list of what new weapons you'd like. ”
“That sounds great, Tony,” Rhodey says, sitting down across for him, “but actually there was something I wanted to talk you about - its about cap.”
And /there/ is the return of that feeling of 'Uh oh, I'm about to get lynched for sexing up Captain America without taking him out to dinner first, but with an undercurrent of real worry. It's been eight hours, all kinds of things can have happened to Steve in eight hours.
But for now Tony does his best to look like he's suddenly listening for real (which he /is/), closing down his laptop and looking attentively at Rhodey, trying not to act overly casual.
Rule Number: don't give yourself away before you know for sure that your game is up.
“Is it just me or is Steve acting... weird?” Rhodey says, frowning.
Tony raises an eyebrow at him.
“It's was just on the mission-”
“Yeah, how did that go by the way?” Tony ask, he can't but interrupt, he never can.
“It went /fine/, as you would have known if you had been to the debriefing. But well, Cap. He was just... restless. He's usually a hundred percent in the game and it seemed as if he just wanted to get home as soon as possible.”
Tony raises his other eyebrow. Rhodey takes a deep breath, clearly getting to the hard part.
“Well, it seemed as if he had a girl he wanted to get home to. Do you know if Cap's gotten a girl he's serious about? Because that would be pretty huge.” And okay, for Rhodey, who tries so very hard to be the the picture of professionalism (so very hard when you have to work with Tony and does Tony enjoy that, oh yes he does), that /would/ be the hard part: feeling that you had to gossip about your team leader.
“If cap had gotten himself a 'dame',” Tony answers in what he hopes is a detached tone, “he wouldn't be keeping quiet about it; he'd be out buying engagement rings. He's an old fashion guy.”
And Tony does not have a weird feeling of bitterness about this for no reason at all, no he doesn't.
Not at all
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/coos <33
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I'm going to bed mow, I totally am.
Really.
Right now.
...or something
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gotobedthoomg.
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No, seriously, how is this so perfect? I don't understand. Too much perfection, cannot cope.
Please keep writing this forever, okay. I seriously think I could spend the rest of my life reading this fill and be happy.
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