Fandom: Thor/Avengers
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson
Rating: G, just has collars

So, I posted a prompt on norsekink asking for Coulson/Hawkeye slave!fic, and the fantastical amazingful wonderful sexyspork answered it in very thought-out, well done manner. And because it was beautiful and lovely, I had to make drawings. And then there was ( Read more... )

Title: Induction
Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger
Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: for the prompt: 'pre-serum!Steve/Bucky, hypnosis'.

( Induction )

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Everything hurt.

First Lieutenant Matthew Scott lay on his bed, trying to keep as still as was humanly possible. Every movement burned through muscles that had been pushed beyond their endurance. Every shift in position rasped rough military-issue sheets against his red-burned skin. He lay on his bed, atop the sheets to avoid as much ( Read more... )

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Sidney had learned early on that, when left to his own devices, Alex was definitely not a morning person.

It baffled him for a while: this incongruous lethargy from such a usually energetic, hyperactive source. At functions like the NHL Awards Night it was trouble enough just trying to keep Alex from bouncing up and down in his seat like a ( Read more... )

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          It was as though Columbus was crying.

The sky had been overcast all morning with iron-grey clouds blown in from the east, the darkened puffs full and close to bursting with precipitation. Not a sliver of sun had been seen since the weekend and no cheerful rays shone through today; and with the eerie quiet of the cemetery and ( Read more... )

          I hadn’t even been able to kiss him goodbye.

The bustling airport had prevented that, too many people and too many eyes and too many cameras to be caught on to risk our careers for. Even just the simple act of him resting his head on my shoulder as I waited for my plane was risky enough, but it could at least be hedged as ( Read more... )

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I had just pulled out the jug of orange juice to put on the table when I heard a slow shuffling coming down the stairs. It was still early, just barely light outside with the sun having yet to peek over the horizon-which safely discounted the movement coming from a certain dark-haired Ukrainian wunderkind who never willingly woke ( Read more... )

          When I got back to the apartment after the plane landed Danny was already in bed, lying with the covers wrapped tight around his body, pulled up to his chin and just barely revealing the bare skin of his shoulders, his arms wrapped around a pillow. I’d already checked on Tommy on my way in-sitting on his bed talking in a hushed whisper ( Read more... )

          He was eighteen years old, two years younger than I; though in a few months he would be nineteen. He was tall and lanky and always seemed to be unaccustomed to his still-maturing body, eating voraciously to fuel his growing build, still seeming clumsy, unsure of what his six-foot-four frame could do. Nonetheless, most of the time he was ( Read more... )

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Flickers of gold and red light played across the unmoving form that lay in my bed. Pale skin, strong shoulders, lashes resting against smooth cheeks; as I pulled on my clothes my eyes were unable to stray from that entrancing sight, drinking in the sight of him sleeping there, his head pillowed on his arms. I tried to keep my movements ( Read more... )