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SadisticSparkle
Comics Steve/Tony: 616, Noir, MA:A, weird little universes
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: Star Trek Discovery (gen team feels, Book/Michael, Owo/Detmer give me Owo/Detmeeeeeeeeeer), Doctor Who, Love Nikki (Orlando/Flynn, Nikki/Her Friends Except Momo, Royce/Neva, Nidhogg/Louie because it's not love without some attempted murder), Saint Seiya (the classics: Camus/Milo, Hyoga/Shun, Aphrodite/Deathmask)
Likes: Pining, identity porn, getting together, fluff, slice-of-life, strong narrative voices, strong stylistic choices, references and meta commentary
Dislikes: Bodily fluids except for blood, rape, incest, cheating, underage, unhappy endings, mismatched Steve/Tony (like. 616!Tony/MCU!Steve) Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I'd enjoy recs for the things I like.
I'm very much into gaming: RPGs, grand strategy (like CKIII), and management games. Some recent favorites have been I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (my GOTY!), Return of the Obra Dinn, and Heaven's Vault. My all-time favorites are Civilization II and Sims 2.
I like baking with metric measurements! I love teas and cats. To complete the stereotype, I do bullet journaling, collect postcards, and Tarot.
My favorite movie is Moulin Rouge because I like garish, over-stylized musicals a whole damn lot. I love the Baroque (Spanish one!) and I don't like the Romantics. I like miniature roses and jasmines.
I love purple to an unhealthy degree. I like vintage maps and 19th Century pulp novels. I enjoy reading about interior decor, startups gone bad, and historical true crime.
Arashi, the Japanese boyband, and the Argentina NT (to my eternal shame lol) are my forever fandoms. So you know, if you want to give me Scaloneta edits, I'm 100% for it.
Username: sadisticsparkle
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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, Noir, MA:A, weird little universes
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: Star Trek Discovery (gen team feels, Book/Michael, Owo/Detmer give me Owo/Detmeeeeeeeeeer), Doctor Who, Love Nikki (Orlando/Flynn, Nikki/Her Friends Except Momo, Royce/Neva, Nidhogg/Louie because it's not love without some attempted murder), Saint Seiya (the classics: Camus/Milo, Hyoga/Shun, Aphrodite/Deathmask)
Likes: Pining, identity porn, getting together, fluff, slice-of-life, strong narrative voices, strong stylistic choices, references and meta commentary
Dislikes:
I'm very much into gaming: RPGs, grand strategy (like CKIII), and management games. Some recent favorites have been I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (my GOTY!), Return of the Obra Dinn, and Heaven's Vault. My all-time favorites are Civilization II and Sims 2.
I like baking with metric measurements! I love teas and cats. To complete the stereotype, I do bullet journaling, collect postcards, and Tarot.
My favorite movie is Moulin Rouge because I like garish, over-stylized musicals a whole damn lot. I love the Baroque (Spanish one!) and I don't like the Romantics. I like miniature roses and jasmines.
I love purple to an unhealthy degree. I like vintage maps and 19th Century pulp novels. I enjoy reading about interior decor, startups gone bad, and historical true crime.
Arashi, the Japanese boyband, and the Argentina NT (to my eternal shame lol) are my forever fandoms. So you know, if you want to give me Scaloneta edits, I'm 100% for it.
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The quinjet easily topped the list of the Avengers’ expansive expenses. The team and their accountants at the Maria Stark Foundation had swiftly learned the kind of beating their preferred method of transportation had to take on a daily basis. Heavy artillery, magic, interdimensional travel, emergency landings, forced groundings: the quinjet had been upgraded and reinforced to withstand an impressive array of threats. What should never have been added to the list: their members’ overwhelming lust.
Steve stumbled back into the pilot’s chair, tugging at his co-leader. “Iron Man,” he moaned, fingers scrabbling against the cool metal of Iron Man’s shoulders. He leaned his forehead against Iron Man's, watching his breath condense on the armor's faceplate. He started forward to lick a stripe up over the mouth slit. Iron Man's grip around his biceps tightened.
“Cap,” Iron Man gasped. A flush of heat filled Steve’s cock. Even though there was the armor between them, it was intoxicating, how much Steve could glean from the tells he could see. Iron Man’s eyes were wide, the pupils unnaturally dilated. His breath came out in short, harsh pants. So much from so little. Steve could only imagine what he himself looked like. It’d taken a gargantuan amount of self-control to get back to the quinjet before pouncing on Iron Man. And now that he had Iron Man safe on board, he couldn’t even touch him.
They should be….be contacting Hank, or at the very least, getting blood samples. They’d been tracking a lead in the Savage Land and been mistaken as trespassers instead. Not that the natives of the Savage Land were wrong in that regard. A generous amount of pollen had blown into both their faces. They’d attempted to give chase, and then they’d been tricked into kicking up a storm of pollen. At first Steve was afraid they had taken fever, but then he’d wiped the sweat from his head, and the feeling of his own bare skin against himself was too much to bear.
“C’mon,” Steve said, rubbing himself against the smooth v of the armor’s legs. If the armor weren’t here, he imagined what else he could feel.
“I can’t,” Iron Man said.
“If you can’t, then it’s fine. Put the helmet on me instead.”
Steve panted when Iron Man pushed his head down. Steve squeezed his eyes shut as his senses were blocked out. The helmet was cool against his head, and he blinked against the darkness, realizing that Iron Man must have wrapped some fabric around the eye slits.
He couldn’t see at all. He could hear, somewhat, but the armor was off, just a hunk of metal, so everything was muffled. Despite that, he could hear Iron Man panting even through the layer of metal, punctuated with some choice expletives as hands, hands, ran down his sides.
Oh God. Iron Man was real, and Steve was trapped from him in this helmet, and everything that would happen to him here, in this moment, he was helpless to. Steve whimpered, letting his head sink back against the headrest, and Iron Man grunted in response.
His mind buzzed out, a static overlaying all his senses. He couldn’t concentrate at all, and it was scary because he’d never been like this, without complete focus in his senses. Cold, smooth gauntlets ran over his dick and Steve felt tears rolling down his cheeks when he thrust his hips up.
Warm fingers, rough with calluses, and Steve wondered if Iron Man was naked. He tried to imagine muscles flexing as Iron Man worked his cock, and Steve whimpered. He usually didn’t make noise during sex, and he didn’t know if Iron Man could even hear him as his face grew hotter and hotter, the more he panted against the faceplate. How could Iron Man stand being encased like this, trapped inside with all this adrenaline? Steve was entirely naked other than his face, and it still felt like too much.
Fingers slid around his thighs, squeezing tentatively, and Steve spread his legs encouragingly.
“Shellhead,” he whispered, then louder. “Shellhead!”
“Steve.” There was a hand pressing against the helmet, Steve could feel the pressure of it, and he allowed it to tilt his head back.
“Please.”
Fingers pulled along the length of his shaft, and he lifted his hips in the same rhythm. Iron Man pressed his hand down on Steve’s hip, and Steve panted harshly.
He ran his fingers greedily up and down Iron Man’s hip, relishing in the shape of the man in front of him. But beneath the armor was muscle, warm against his fingers. Steve wanted to tweak Iron Man’s nipple in turn, and the idea of finding all the parts of Iron Man’s body that would bring him pleasure without seeing him. Only knowing through touch, was…was…
He ran his hand through the hairs around Iron Man’s cock and brought them up, following the trail backwards, to his belly button, before his hand was caught.
“Cap, I need.” Iron Man’s fingers on his again, and Steve waited with bated breath, before his hands were led to the pilot’s seat armrests. “Stay there. Don’t move them.”
What? The idea of not being able to keep touching, of Iron Man touching him and not being able to reciprocate in turn, was too much. He whined, loudly. “I can’t see you, and now I can’t touch you?”
“I’m sorry,” Iron Man told him. “I just can’t. It’s…not allowed.”
“Anything. You can have me anyway you like, just please do something.” Steve threw his head back, and the helmet clanged against the pilot’s seat. The sensation went straight to his cock, and he gasped.
There was a soft chuckle before someone shuffled, and he could feel Iron Man’s legs bracketing his. Iron Man was holding himself strangely, like he didn’t want to get too close to Steve. Was it a secret identity thing, or was it an intimacy thing? The idea of being this close to him felt too good to comprehend.
“Oh!” he cried out when something fitted alongside his cock, long and warm and thick. He realized, distantly, that it must be Iron Man’s cock, and as if the thought of Iron Man’s hand touching him before wasn’t enough, the idea that him, his manhood, was right there, and Steve could thrust himself against it made him grip the armrest so hard that he felt his knuckles trembling.
Iron Man’s breathing stuttered. Iron Man finished across Steve’s stomach, and his breathing slowed into long, controlled gasps. and he laced his fingers through Steve’s. Steve still felt the unbearable need to grind against Iron Man. Was it the serum, enhancing his reaction toward whatever they’d been exposed to? He wasn’t—it was too early—
“Iron Man,” he whimpered. “Please, I still need more.”
“Okay, okay.”
He keened when something breached the hole, and they wouldn’t have had the patience to do this earlier, too high off the pollen. But now Iron Man was finished. He wasn’t talking anymore, not really, just murmuring soft, small things that Steve couldn’t hear through the helmet. He spoke with his fingers, stroking Steve gently, deeper with each pull. When he pressed fingers to somewhere in Steve’s body, Steve jerked, hard, crying out and feeling some of his own fluid splatter on his stomach.
He was so full, and he pressed down on the fingers, a high-pitched whine escaping him.
“Oh god!” Iron Man twisted his wrist on Steve’s cock while rubbing hard and insistent on Steve, like he’d been holding back, and oh god, Steve didn’t even have to tell him he was about to come because Iron Man moved like he knew, the rhythm of his hands speeding up before his whole body shifted forward, and his mouth swallowed Steve’s cock while his hand twisted. The fingers inside Steve pressed against his prostate hard, the pads of Iron Man’s fingers rubbing in insistent circles. Steve would have gone over the edge with just the pressure from before, but the pleasure was like a wave, and he shouted, shoving his hips into Iron Man’s mouth and fingers as hard as he could, no longer in control of his body’s ministrations. Steve came harder than he could ever remember.
He came down from the high. The fever high of earlier was gone, and Steve felt exhausted and uncomfortably exposed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Steve said. He felt like he did the first time he’d discovered internet pornography, seconds after he’d come to a video with two men. He’d never navigated to the gay section after that, or even to the website in general.
The helmet shifted off of him. Steve blinked at the sudden light, shielding his eyes. When he opened them, he looked down at himself. There was a shuffling noise from the back of the quinjet. Steve toweled himself off, making plans to hit the shower the moment they were back at Avengers mansion.
“Cap? Are you done? We’ll…we should probably go back and report to the other Avengers.” The ride back would take several hours, and Steve would have to live with it.
A streak of come slid down Iron Man’s faceplate. Steve closed his eyes, but the image stayed, so crystal clear that he knew he wouldn’t forget it anytime soon.
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Aaah sex pollen id poooorn. Thank you magic. And poor sad idiots I love them so much.
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- this edit/web weaving makes me want to cry every time I see it
- let's not forget what the World Cup was like 99% of the time though
- Kun is showing where he has the chip for his heart, but I'm crying over this person's editing making Papu and Leo's reactions hilarious
- the boys continue to be insane and unchill about Leo
- SOBBING OVER SCALONI
- love how most of these are "I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt"
- is this you?
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that edit is indeed A thing and man, I'm not sure how I survived this cup. LOL that stream was such a joyita and yes, particularly el Papu's faces are hilarious.
OUR MOTHERFUCKING SHONEN ANIME TEAM powered by spite and the power of frandship.
THAT IS INDEED ME the good news is that my roomie is the same, so our Whatsapp chat is like. a lot of Aimar pictures.
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It's aimar pictures, pictures of our cats, "hey I'm gonna get take out", and people being stupid on Twitter! Just your normal roomie chat, really.
Noir Tony meeting pre-serum Steve at a bar and flirting (snippet)
Here's a fic snippet with Noir Tony flirting with pre-serum Steve at a bar, I have plans to finish it up when I have the time, hope you like it :)
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“And what’s a gorgeous fella like you doing in a place like this?”
Steve’s not used to being flirted with, during the rare times Bucky manages to convince him to join him on a night out instead of staying in yet again, slaving over his drafts. So when he hears a deep voice whisper in his ear as he’s trying to collect their drinks at the bar, he turns around and stares in confusion. His gaze meets that of the handsomest man Steve’s ever seen in real life, with sharp eyes and a even sharper, wicked grin to boot. His eyes stay fixed on Steve as the seconds tick by. Steve’s heart rate picks up, and his licks his lips hesitantly, noting with surprise the way the stranger’s eyes track his movement.
“You talking to me?” he asks, still not sure if it’s a trick.
The man steps closer, his grin widening. There’s scant space between them now, and Steve’s breath catches in his chest at his proximity. “Who else would I be talking to?”
Re: Noir Tony meeting pre-serum Steve at a bar and flirting (snippet)
Re: Noir Tony meeting pre-serum Steve at a bar and flirting (snippet)
Re: Noir Tony meeting pre-serum Steve at a bar and flirting (snippet)
(I can totally, though! No pressure)
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I was trying to think if there was anything I could rec you from among your list of interests and then I saw "historical true crime" and technically I have not read this yet but it is probably next up in my TBR pile, so:
The Napoleon of Crime: The Life and Times of Adam Worth, Master Thief by Ben Macintyre is a biography of a thief in the "gentleman thief" style in Victorian England, who was the real-life inspiration for Moriarty in the Sherlock Holmes stories. Like I said, I haven't read it, but it looks fun, and you might like it too.
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Ooooh, that does actually look really interesting and sometimes it's hard to find non-murder focused true crime. Thank you!