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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, 1872

Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters:

- Kirk/Spock (TOS but AOS is cool too)
- Dean/Cas

Likes:

- getting together

- scifi tropes like body swapping, time travel, multiverse shenanigans, amnesia, presumed dead, identity porn, telepathy, robots and AIs

- favorite shippy tropes include fake relationships, not actually unrequited love, sex pollen or fuck or die (dubcon and noncon welcome), enemies to lovers (or friends to enemies to lovers), betrayal and forgiveness

- plot

- canon-based stories

- happy endings

Dislikes: Pregnancy, mpreg, a/b/o, kidfic, infants, animal harm, Nazi imagery, scat, permanent character death, not generally into AUs where the era is different and people with magic or superpowers don't have them anymore, fluff without plot


Non-fandom related requests/anything else?:

- I'd prefer not to get Christmas greetings.

- I love dogs, especially sled dogs, and appreciate any and all pictures of them

- Other favorite animals to look at include manatees, whales, octopuses, spiders, otters, bears, hedgehogs, elephants, pigs, bison, crows, bats, moose, and sloths. Definitely more that I'm forgetting. Also pretty much any animal with antlers, horns, or tusks, and all canines.

- Recs for fantasy (or scifi) books starring Jewish characters, preferably with Jewishness playing a role in the plot.

- Recs for plotty scifi and/or fantasy novels with elaborate, meticulous world-building. Especially duologies/trilogies/series! My best examples are the Scholomance trilogy by Naomi Novik and Teixcalaan series by Arkady Martine.

(For examples of the opposite, I consider The Locked Tomb series to have elaborate but not meticulous world-building, and I’d say A House Between Earth and the Moon has meticulous but not elaborate world-building and isn’t very plotty.)

Comments

[magicasen]

Hi dirig! Thanks so much for hanging around the server and sharing cute animals!

I remember you mentioned that no one was offering this fandom, apparently, so I took it upon myself to give the Marvel's Avengers game canon a shot 😊



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“Do you need something?”

“No, no!” Tony waved his hands, like he was shooing something away, which really meant he was uncharacteristically embarrassed. He looked back down at his hands, moving them like he expected there to be a tool there to fiddle with, except his hands and the workshop’s tabletop were, for once, empty.

Steve snorted. Someone else would have said he was too polite to point out that Tony had been staring at him for the better part of a minute, but there was nothing wrong with looking. Steve had never minded Tony looking at him, and wouldn’t object if Tony looked his fill. In fact, Steve would welcome it if Tony didn’t have to feel self-conscious about looking.

“Well,” Tony began.

Steve blinked at him. Tony looked back at him, before offering a tentative smile. “It’s just. Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re back.” Tony’s hair fell into his eyes, so Steve couldn’t make out his expression. Steve couldn’t guess what his own expression looked like. Tony wasn’t looking at him, but Steve still had to look down to run his fingers over each other.

It wasn’t like it was hard for Steve to believe he was still here. He had passed out, and then he had woken up a heartbeat later, to an emotional Tony who couldn’t stop touching him. Steve wished he had been more cognizant then, taken the hugs and arms wrapped around his shoulder more seriously, committed them to memory more properly. Although that would have been taking advantage of Tony, who was on the emotional equivalent of eggshells then. It had been five years since he’d seen Steve. He did remarkably, considering. Steve had no idea how he’d react, if the shoe was on the other foot. Without Tony, he would…

Steve smiled at Tony. “So, is this something you learned how to do while I was gone—to talk about your feelings?”

“Not at all. This is all on you, Cap. If you were still up on that spaceship, I wouldn’t even have anyone to have these gooey sorts of conversations with.”

“Really? Bruce is a good listener.”

“When he’s not a rage monster, he’s pretty good. But, he wouldn’t play along with the whole flirting schtick. So straight-laced of him.”

“So, if he had played along with the flirting, then he’d be perfect?”

Tony laughed. “I’m not looking for perfect. Heaven knows I’d just be a hypocrite asking for that.”

“I’m offended. You’re always talking about my perfect shoulder-waist ratio, and then it turns out you’re not into perfection?”

“Oh, a perfect body is one thing. But the personality, definitely want some flaws. The stubbornness, for one thing, maybe even bordering on self-righteousness. An extremely irritating penchant of waking up way too early in the morning. Someone who doesn’t have a suit of armor who still runs toward the giant explosions, and not away.”

“You have bad taste,” Steve laughed.

“Did I mention, judgmental?”

Steve smiled down at his hands, before looking toward Tony. “I…am sorry though. That you had to live through that.”

Tony scoffed. “Obviously, you had no culpability in the matter.”

“Still, I wish it hadn’t happened. I’m just lucky you were all still here when I got back. I can’t make a habit out of disappearing from the lives of the people I love.” Time to shut up now. Steve’s face was hot, and it was? Wasn’t? helping that Tony moved around the table, toward him. His body, always too aware of Tony, basked in his body heat.

Tony chuckled, leaning in toward Steve. He put his forehead on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve wouldn’t let the same opportunity pass by him twice. He held Tony by the back of the neck.

“As long as you come back, you’re forgiven,” Tony said.

Steve's stomach, Lord help him, swooped. He smiled into Tony’s hair. “Alright.”

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my gosh thank you so much! This is so sweet and in-character. Thank you for remembering my love of Marvel's Avengers and writing this for me. It's part of canon for me now, thank you!

[dirigibleplumbing]

(Oops, this was me, I thought I was logged in!)

Recs!

[ishipallthings]

Hi <3

I saw this art of a dachshund the other day and thought of your ask for dog pics: https://www.tumblr.com/unsubconscious/708764010982621185/dachshund-in-films-night-with-film-poster-by
I love dachshunds, they're my favorite breed :)

I'm not in the spn fandom but I do occasionally watch fanvids just for fun, and this Dean/Cas fanvid has stuck with me for a while: https://youtu.be/HbgIaJKARPs (no lie, I would LOVE a steve/tony fanvid set to this song).

Re: Recs!

[(Anonymous)]

Ahhh I love the image, thank you! My sister has two sweet dachshund mixes, they are such a delightful breed.

Oooh this is such a good vid! I hadn't seen it before, thank you!

Re: Recs!

[dirigibleplumbing]

(Oops, this was me, I thought I was logged in!)

[lomku]

Hi dirigible! I really like your fics, the concepts and execution are always immaculate. I hope to give you back some of the joy that you provide to me.

Here is a fic that started out as a stevetonygames fill, and then turned into 4k of bodyswap feels and then filthy smut. warnings for risk aware consensual kink and general bodyswap filthiness. Enjoy.

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The ride home from the Sanctum Sanctorum was silent. Tony was fretting, clenching and unclenching his hands. Steve himself kept having to calm his racing thoughts. There was nothing they could do but wait, now. At least they wouldn’t have to stay in medical. Steve knew how Tony hated it. They could both go to Tony’s brownstone apartment and spend the night there. It made sense. And if Steve was a little bit grateful for it, he didn’t need to tell Tony.
Their relationship was new enough that staying over at each other’s wasn’t usual. Steve would take any night he could get.
They got inside, spent some time eating and relaxing. Tony insisted on checking Steve over, which was ironic, but Steve wasn’t about to refuse free pampering. In the end, he had a small bruise on his hip, and the gash in Tony’s arm had long since healed.
They got into the shower anyways, a little cramped in the less-than-luxurious stall, and washed each other down. Like this, they could almost forget that they’d been body-switched. They’d seen each other naked plenty of times in plenty of situations, especially recently, but showering together was special. Steve enjoyed the unhurried gentleness of it, the way he could smooth his hands over his partner’s body, take care of them. He washed Tony’s hair, hands just the slightest bit unsure in the shorter strands of hair, fumbling with the shampoo when he realised he’d taken the one meant for dark hair.
Tony kept his eyes closed during most of the shower, leaning against Steve and letting him indulge himself.
When they were done, they dressed in loose-fitting clothing and soft socks and drifted to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows near to the work-out space. The soft glow of the setting sun made Tony’s hair shine golden orange.
Tony and Steve looked at each other.
“So.”
“Yeah. You know, I can’t believe that this hasn’t happened to us earlier. With all the times we’ve been in contact with magic…”
“There’s a first time for everything. Besides, I know that it’s happened to a few Avengers already. Really, it was just a matter of time.”
“God, I hate magic.”
Steve chuckled. At least Tony was true to himself, in his own body or not.
“I know, Tony, I know. Strange told us we’d be back in our bodies tomorrow; we just have to wait.”
“Still, it’s weird. I keep looking at my hands and…” Tony looked down at his borrowed body, his shoulders tense and neck straighter than what looked comfortable. Steve knew the feeling. Since they’d woken up in each other’s bodies, he’d stumbled over his own feet, opened a door with first way too little and then way too much force, and couldn’t spend too long looking at his current body without feeling ill. He hated the feeling that his skin was stretched wrongly across his bones, hated that the world looked and smelled and sounded different. The first five minutes after the change, he’d spent dry-heaving against the floor. He still had tremors running through him at regular intervals. Tony couldn’t be faring much better. He’d tried to drink the tea that Wong had offered them and had broken the cup, then jumped so hard at the noise that he’d hit his head against an ancient artifact. Steve hadn’t missed the way that Tony wasn’t really looking him in the eye, either.
“About the only thing I like about this is that for once I’m the taller one,” Tony said with a half-hearted smirk.
“You’re plenty taller than me when you’re in the armour, Tony. Besides, it’s just one inch.”
“Still, it matters.”
Steve quirked an eyebrow.
“I thought that size…”
Tony cut him off before he could finish his admittedly uninspired innuendo: “We’ve talked about this, Steve, you’re terrible at dirty talk. Don’t even try.”
“Maybe I’ll just stick to action, then. Come here, sweetheart.”
Tony walked up to him, standing close enough that Steve had to tip his head up slightly to keep looking him in the eyes. Like this, he could really appreciate the difference in their build. He’d always known that he was larger than Tony, but seeing it from the other side really put it into perspective. He looked at his own face, the slightly slacker jaw and piercing eyes betraying that Tony was in his body.
He looked lower, focusing his gaze on Tony’s lips. Steve hadn’t really ever spent time looking at his own lips. Like this, they almost looked like they belonged to someone else. Steve didn’t think it would be weird to kiss them. It had started out as a joke, but now that they were close enough to kiss, he found he wanted to. There was still the unsettling buzzing under his skin, even if the shower had settled things down somewhat, but he thought that sex might be just the thing to soothe it. The dopamine couldn’t hurt, Steve reasoned. And maybe it would help Tony be more at ease, if he could do something he was good at, even in an unfamiliar body. In Steve’s body. Things were a little messed up right now. But he knew Tony. He trusted him. If he closed his eyes, he didn’t think that it’d feel much different than it always felt. Tony was here, his intense focus, his beautiful intelligence, his brain working and working and working. The electric energy that always followed him was muted, mellowed by Steve’s body, but it was unmistakeable. His appearance didn’t change who he was.
Steve licked his lips. Tony, perceptive as he was, always attentive to Steve when they were just the two of them, noticed. He looked at Steve look at his lips, and his eyes went half-lidded in an expression that Steve had never seen on himself before. It shouldn’t be this hot to watch your own face, he thought, as Tony murmured:
“I didn’t know that sex with yourself was something you were into, Steve. Are you attracted to your own body, or is it the thought that we’re inside each other that turns you on?”
His voice was deeper, more gravely than it should be. It made a shiver run down Steve’s spine that had nothing to do with not being in the right body.
“We’ve been inside each other plenty already,” Steve couldn’t help but answer. He quirked his lips, momentarily pausing when he felt the hairs of his beard move on his skin, and continued:
“It’s a little bit of that. But I can’t deny that seeing myself is… an experience. And knowing that it’s you is important too. I wouldn’t do this with anyone else, Tony.”
Steve got to see himself blush and decided he liked it. Liked that Tony couldn’t hide the flush, like he usually did. Liked that he put the flush there with his words.
He put a hand against Tony’s jaw, slowly stroking it.
“Since we swapped, I’ve been hyperaware of my body. I think it’s the same to you. You’re more sensitive than usual, right? Feeling the toes inside your socks and the skin between your fingers and the drag of your shirt across your collarbone.”
Tony closed his eyes, pushing ever so slightly into Steve’s hand. His eyelashes fanned out golden-red on his cheeks, catching the last of the sunlight.
“I thought it was just me. That the serum… I know you’re usually more sensitive than me. But it’s more than normal, it has to be. We should do full-body scans, look at what’s happening with our synapses and the nerve endings and if we can see a change in neural patterns—”
Steve cut him off.
“We’ve made all the scans we can already. T’Challa and his scientists have cleared us. Strange has cleared us. You have cleared us. I know everything feels wrong, but this is magic messing with us, Tony. Let’s turn it into something enjoyable.”
He continued, enunciating each word clearly, aware of how it turned Tony on to hear Steve talk about sex.
“I want to have sex with you in my body. I want to know what it’s like for your body to come, I want to know what my hands on your body feel like.”
Tony’s attention was fully on him, now, eyes dark and interested. Steve added, softer:
“I thought you might like the idea.”
Tony’s leer was just on the wrong side of too strong, when he said:
“I’m not saying no to fucking myself, Steve. I’ve thought about it my fair share of time, I’ll have you know.”
Steve would have believed him if he’d been in his own body. As it was, Tony didn’t have the usual fine control of his face, and it betrayed his real feelings on the matter. Steve wouldn’t ask Tony about it tonight, however. If Steve had to guess, it was a combination of the loss of control of not being in his own body, and Tony not liking his own reflection very much. He’d been working on it, and Steve liked to think that he was helping Tony along. Their joint mission against Veronica Eden had kick-started their new relationship, and since then, Tony had seemed happier. Steve knew that it wasn’t enough to erase Tony’s self-worth issues, but it was a good start.
Tony had probably really thought about fucking himself, in some capacity. When you knew the multiverse was real, and you’d met your doppelganger, the question “would you fuck your clone” wasn’t theoretical anymore. And as superheroes, cloning and multiverse hopping happened more often than Steve would like. Overly personal conversations with other superheroes, too. Spider-Man had brought up the clone question once, and Steve had exited the room very fast once he’d realised that Spider-Man was very much about to fuck a clone.
The point was, Steve had thought about it, Tony had surely thought about it. And Steve couldn’t deny that he was curious. It wouldn’t be the same, like this, but it would be close enough.
Steve slid his hand to Tony’s neck, pulling slightly. Tony didn’t move for a second, and then he realised that Steve couldn’t make him move if he didn’t want to, which made his skin shiver under Steve’s fingers, and then he deliberately let himself be pulled flush against Steve.
Yeah, Tony was on board, all right.
“Let’s make those fantasises real, then,” Steve murmured against Tony’s neck. He let his other hand rest on Tony’s hip. Tony hummed, slow, languid. His body was so warm.
Tony was a lot stronger than Steve like this. Steve had an idea about how to use that to their advantage. But that meant they couldn’t get to the sex just yet. No matter. Steve was sure they could enjoy the foreplay just as much.
Tony wasn’t doing much except nuzzling Steve lightly, both hands on Steve’s waist, waiting. Steve didn’t know if it was conscious or if he’d instinctively picked up on Steve’s mood, but it pleased him all the same.
“I’m in the mood for a little bit of physical power play, honey. You okay with that?”
Tony flexed his back muscles in response, his hands squeezing hard for just a moment.
“Always. Want me to put those bulging muscles for good use, eh?”
“Yeah. I have a few ideas. Let me take charge.”
Tony ducked his head a bit to nose at Steve’s cheek.
“Sure thing, sweetcheeks. Shall we move somewhere else?”
Steve stopped him.
“No. Here is good.”
He took off his socks and stepped onto the tatami mats. Tony followed, movements slow and measured, fishing a bottle of lube out of one of the drawers and setting it within reach. Atta boy. He was still a little wary about his extra strength, Steve knew. Which was why this next part was necessary. Sparring would do them both good, and hopefully help them centre themselves into their bodies. It might be a little presumptuous, but Steve thought that they would both manage to get used to their new bodies quickly. The shower had already helped a lot. Besides, it would make Tony feel more in control of himself, something that would help settle him.
Steve thought for a while about how he wanted to tell his plan to Tony. He couldn’t go in too strong, or he might scare Tony off. The fact that Tony had said yes to power play was promising, however.
“Let’s spar a bit first. We’ll get to know our bodies better. You can test out your strength, and I can learn the limits of your body. Nothing dangerous. Some soft holds, air-boxing, that kind of stuff. And when you feel like you’re in control, we move on to the fun part.”
Tony nodded.
“Yeah. I feel better and more at home in this body than a few hours ago, which is freakish, but I’m not excluding the possibility that magic is at play. Sparring is good, though. But Steve, promise to tell me if I’m hurting you. I’m not used to going easy on my sparring partners. With you, it’s the opposite.”
“Of course,” Steve said, ”I won’t let you hurt me. This body is strong and healthy. No, don’t look at me like that. I can feel how in shape you are. I won’t be easy to break, and I’ll be careful.”
He never wanted to hurt Tony, and that included hurting his body. An argument could be made that Steve would take better care of Tony’s body than Tony usually did, but it was a cheap dig that would only sour the mood. Besides, what he was going to say next was a little contradictory with that thought.
“But there’s hurting and hurting.”
They’d already explored Steve’s masochistic side, so Tony knew that Steve liked pain.
“On this body, bruises and aches will stay. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
He watched Tony’s eyes as he thought about it. His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, and it made Steve wonder if he always did that when he was considering something. He’d have to ask Tony about it.
On the one hand, Tony wasn’t averse to some rough sex himself, but the appeal of being sore the day after might be lessened if the accompanying memories of the moment were absent. Steve spared a thought to wonder if their bodies would remember, somehow, when they switched back.
“I can take the day off. If you promise to pander to my every whim and give me long and deep massages tomorrow, then I’m all yours.” Tony smirked and stressed the words long and deep to make Steve understand what he really meant. They weren’t getting out of bed tomorrow.
He had a point, though. Steve could make Tony massage him and put ointment on him after their scene. And he would take care of Tony tomorrow. That sounded perfect, actually.
“Good. I want to be held down. I want to be trapped by your strength. I want to have bruises on me in the shape of your fingers. I want to be marked, and I want the marks to stay.”
Tony’s smile was molten possessiveness.
“I’ll enjoy marking you up, Steve. Making you mine.”
Heat curled in Steve’s gut.
They were as compatible in bed as on the battlefield, filling each other’s spaces and complementing each other’s desires. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, other times it felt like it couldn’t have gone any other way. Steve and Tony were made for each other.
Tonight, Steve was going to indulge in his manhandling kink. He’d never really gotten to explore it, too weak for anything like it before the serum, and too strong after the serum, but this was his golden opportunity. To be crushed under his lover’s weight, to feel his heart pound against Tony’s, their skin and sweat blending into each other.
He wanted to be held down and fucked like an animal.
One day, he’d convince Tony to use the Iron Man suit for it, but tonight he could have Tony, skin to skin. He looked forward to it.

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END PART ONE

[lomku]

PART TWO

(Edit: both part one and two are on ao3 in the stockings collection now)

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Steve was lying face up on the tatami mats, body singing from the wrestling session they just had. Tony was hugging him close, keeping his arms straight along his torso. Steve was completely immobilised, crushed into the mats by Tony’s weight on top of him. It was exactly what he asked for.
Steve floated for a little while, high on the feeling of being restrained, enveloped on all fronts by a warm body. He loved it. Loved being held. Loved the feeling of the bruises settling under his skin. A mark of Tony’s love for him, of his devotion. Those marks were Steve’s. Each one of them, he’d chosen for them to be on his skin. He pretended, just for now, that this was his own body, and this was him reclaiming it, painting it with scratches and bruises to his own desires, bruises that would stay, on this body.
Above him, Tony was breathing deeply. His breaths were measured, a little fast, like they always were when he slipped into submission. Focused on his task, a body ready to be put to use. He was silent. Steve never told him to stay silent, but when Tony’s mind stilled, his voice mostly did, too.
It was heady, to be the source of that stillness. Steve could look into Tony’s eyes and know that he was fully, one hundred per cent, in the moment. He lived for Steve, and Steve lived for him.
He squirmed, just to feel his muscles burn against the hold. He couldn’t get loose. He luxuriated in it.
Tony’d been holding him immobile for almost fifteen minutes, now.
“That’s good, Tony. Turn me on my stomach and hold my hands behind my back.”
Tony complied, eager, perfect. He took the initiative of lying on top of Steve, completely covering him again. It was exactly what Steve needed. The added strain of his shoulders being held back added the little zest of pain that he was missing. Tony was such a good, perfect sub. Steve told him so. Tony’s breathing went even heavier, his fingers trembling ever so slightly on Steve’s wrists. He was hard against Steve, his hips carefully still. Steve knew how sensitive his body was. It was a testament to Tony’s self-control that he wasn’t moving, especially in Steve’s body. Actually, Steve shouldn’t be surprised. Tony always prided himself on his control, of his mind being stronger than his body. In battles, it led to the regrettable consequence of Tony shouldering through dangerous wounds and fighting past the point of exhaustion. His self-control was far more enjoyable in bed. Steve had never had a partner with such good stamina, and Tony could be relentless when he decided to. Those nights tended to end with Steve a pleading, writhing, oversensitive mess. He loved it. But tonight, Steve was using Tony’s rigid physical control for his own enjoyment, shaping and directing Tony to be his perfect human prison.
Steve opened his legs a little, let Tony’s dick nestle snugly between his asscheeks. He tightened his glutes and smiled into the mats when Tony’s breath hitched.
“Rut against me.”
Tony stayed still for a beat, holding his breath, and then he started moving, slowly at first but more and more insistently when Steve made encouraging sounds.
He was chasing his orgasm now, humping Steve so forcefully that Steve slid against the mat with every thrust, his breath punched out of him when Tony used his grip on Steve’s wrists as leverage. Soon, Steve was as out of breath as Tony, and well on his way to full hardness. His wrists ached deliciously, and the burn on his cheek and temple was the perfect counterpoint to the heat in his groin.
He waited until Tony’s hips were stuttering, then struggled in earnest. Tony instinctively tightened his hold on Steve, a confused grunt landing in Steve’s ears. Steve tried again, lifting his torso as much as he could, wriggling and straining against Tony, who forgot to reach for his pleasure in favour of restraining Steve. He managed, easily, of course, but the result was what Steve wanted: Tony wasn’t on the edge anymore. Steve panted a little, let the exertion settle into his muscles, and spoke. It was time for the next part of the evening.
“Well done. You held me, just like I asked you to. Now, pick me up and walk me to the window.”
The apartment was dark and high enough that no one would see them, and on top of that, the windows were tinted. But the idea of being fucked against the window, for everyone to see, was enough to get Steve hot. Above him, Tony whimpered in agreement, bless his exhibitionist heart.
“You’re killing me, Steve.”
Steve didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he arched up against Tony, dragging his ass against Tony’s hardness, and clicked his tongue.
“Now, Tony.”
Tony obliged. Steve’s shoulders screamed as he was pulled upright and shoved into the nearest window. Tony was on him in a moment, insistent, big, and so, so strong.
Steve strained against him, just to feel his breath rush out of his lungs when Tony crushed him harder. The cool surface of the glass was quickly fogging up with their breaths, a mark that would stay there until someone cleaned it.
“Hump me ‘til you come, sweetheart.”
Tony’s hips stuttered. He picked up his rhythm again, a little more awkward with both of them standing up, but even stronger. His whole body undulated against Steve, trapping him with thrusts that he felt rattling through his bones. Tony was pushing him up on his toes with every thrust, driving home the strength difference. Steve rested his over-hot cheek against the glass, sliding against it, a thrall to Tony’s rhythm.
He made Tony shift his grip on Steve’s wrists, gathering his hands above his head and holding them in one hand. Tomorrow, the bruises would be angry purple and red rings around his wrists. Tonight, the exquisite ache only pushed Steve higher.
Steve swallowed, tried to stop panting long enough to speak, and opened his mouth again.
“Does it feel good, Tony? Feeling the strength in your body, knowing that you can hold me down and take me however you want?”
Tony just panted in his ear, his breathing wet.
“You’re doing everything I want. You’re being so good, taking care of me like I tell you to. Using my own body against me. Just like I want it.”
Tony licked a wet stripe against Steve’s neck in response. His hips had lost their steady rhythm, but he was holding on. Even down like this, even though he had the permission to come, Tony was holding back. A deep ingrained training of orgasm denial, or showing off his stamina, who knew. Steve liked the challenge of making him lose control regardless.
He brought out the big guns.
“When you’re done, you’ll take off our clothes. I’ll let you wipe off your mess on my body. Make me wet and sticky with it.”
Steve was glad that he was already so flushed that his blush wasn’t visible. Explicit dirty talk wasn’t easy for him, but the results with Tony were always worth it. He continued, gasping: “After, you’ll lift me up by my thighs and lick everything off me. You’re going to hold me with my back against the window and rim me until your tongue is sore. Do you understand?”
Tony whined against him, a high, needy sound, hips thrusting erratically.
“Do you understand, Tony?”
“Yes, Steve.”
It sounded like yes, sir.
“And when I’m ready, when I’ve had enough, I’ll wrap my legs around you, lube you up, and sink on your cock. You’re going to fuck me with my own cock, take me right here. We’re going to use all your strength tonight, baby. Just for me. It’s gonna feel so good for you too. You’re sensitive, I know. It must be overwhelming for you, honey, to feel so much.”
Tony nodded against Steve’s neck, huffing out wet breaths. He was trembling all over now, desperate, on the edge. His big borrowed body, at Steve’s mercy, an extension of Steve’s will.
Tomorrow, they would have their bodies again, and they wouldn’t have to navigate being in someone else’s skin. They’d be themselves again. But here and now, they were using the bodies to feel good and to play in a way they usually couldn’t.
Steve rolled back against Tony, breathless and dizzy with it, with the power, with the pain.
“Fuck me, Tony, make me yours, fuck yourself and impale me on super-soldier cock. I’ll be dripping with you when the night is over. Gonna mark me inside and out, yeah.”
Tony bit down on the joint between Steve’s shoulder and neck and came, sagging against Steve. Steve curled his fingers in and breathed through the compression of his ribcage, glowing with the anticipation of what was to come, content in Tony’s crushing hold.



END

[dirigibleplumbing]

Thank you, this is wonderful! I left you a fuller comment on AO3.

[sineala]

Hi! I am sorry I could not manage to write you fic but you said you wanted recs for SF/F with Jewish themes, so I have two!

I really liked The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros, which is a gay Jewish YA historical fantasy mystery, and I'm going to go out on a limb and say that this is probably a fairly underrepresented genre in fiction.

My plot description when I was reccing it to someone else:

"the main character is a romanian jewish immigrant in chicago in 1893 during the world's fair and he is Secretly Gay and someone is going around murdering his friends, including his roommate who he had Secret Gay Feelings for which somehow means he is possessed by his roommate's spirit (dybbuk) and they have to find the murderer and avenge his roommate's death with the help of his other friend who he also has Secret Gay Feelings for but the Gay Feelings become less Secret."

The author clearly did A TON of historical research for this one, including a lot of the minutiae of daily life, and the whole book is loaded with very specific details to the point where you feel like you're right there in 1893 Chicago. I also thought the queer content was very well-handled. Sometimes queer historical fiction has a tendency to really modernize attitudes toward queerness and this managed to feel very period to me while also managing not to be depressing about it. There is a happy ending.

Content warning: There's a fair amount of anti-Semitism here, including slurs. None of it is portrayed in any way positively, but it is a plot element.

My other rec is a book that I have not yet read, but my wife did and I trust her recs, and that is When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb. This is apparently also a queer Jewish YA fantasy novel. My wife describes it as "a 19th-c. Jewish non-eschatological Good Omens that is explicitly queer." So I guess if you read Good Omens and thought "I want that but Jewish and also queer" then this would be the book for you.

I hope you are having a good day!

[dirigibleplumbing]

Thank you so much, these sound like just my cup of tea! I've added them to my to-read list, I'm so excited.

[nostalgicatsea]

- A very good, very brave boy

- A cute, curious elephant gets involved in journalism (this is from the Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, a great charity)

- Beluga whale plays rugby

I hope these videos make you smile! :D

[dirigibleplumbing]

!!!!!!!!!
*iz ded of the cute*

These are incredible, oh my goodness. My doggie is afraid of metal floors too! I wish I could carry her across them, lol. But not as much as I wish I could get petted by a baby elephant or play rugby with a beluga omg!!! Animals are amazing. These videos not only made me smile but grin and squeal in delight. Thank you!

[avengersnewb]

Hello Digri <33
You are my fellow Dean/Cas lover Steve/Tony person, and I appreciate all the amazing fanwork you create for both of my beloved pairs <333
Sorry I don't have any actual gifts to leave in your stocking, just wanted to say that you are amazing :)

[dirigibleplumbing]

Thank you so much! And Dean/Cas Steve/Tony lovers solidarity! I feel like people who enjoy both are best at acknowledging how betrayal and longstanding, intense friendships and forgiveness and insanely high stakes make both ships so delicious.