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Comics Steve/Tony: Ultimates, 3490, 1872
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: MCU Steve/Tony, Star Wars (Kylo Ren/Hux)
Likes: confessions, fix its, future fic, texting fics (sexting too hehe), sexual content, feelings realization, hopeful endings/eventual happy endings, angst with a happy ending, humor/bantering, suddenly-a-girl, mutual pining, slice of life, team as family, dominant Tony, Enemies to Lovers, outsider pov, idiots in love, pre-slash,repression, internalized shame. Some more specific prompts, if you'd like (but no pressure!!): Prohibition AU, Ancient Rome/Greece AU, Regency AU, reminiscing about past sexual partners or encounters, threesomes with feelings realizations sprinkled in ;), sugar daddy Tony & kept man Steve, emotional h/c with de-serumed Steve, accidental (or not;) sexting, Tony whisks everyone away on vacation & things happen, ults and 3490 crossover, crossover with MCU Stevetony
Dislikes: pure angst with no resolution at the end, virgin and/or inexperienced Steve (I do love virgin Steve if he's confident though! Just no fluffy/sweet virgin Steve pls), submissive Tony, too cheesy fluff, a/b/o, Soulmate AUs, permanent major character death, noncon
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I'm always on the hunt for good poly mmf fic/books. Any fandom, any genre works:)
Username: Thahire (Thahire#6795)
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Comics Steve/Tony: Ultimates, 3490, 1872
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: MCU Steve/Tony, Star Wars (Kylo Ren/Hux)
Likes: confessions, fix its, future fic, texting fics (sexting too hehe), sexual content, feelings realization, hopeful endings/eventual happy endings, angst with a happy ending, humor/bantering, suddenly-a-girl, mutual pining, slice of life, team as family, dominant Tony, Enemies to Lovers, outsider pov, idiots in love, pre-slash,repression, internalized shame. Some more specific prompts, if you'd like (but no pressure!!): Prohibition AU, Ancient Rome/Greece AU, Regency AU, reminiscing about past sexual partners or encounters, threesomes with feelings realizations sprinkled in ;), sugar daddy Tony & kept man Steve, emotional h/c with de-serumed Steve, accidental (or not;) sexting, Tony whisks everyone away on vacation & things happen, ults and 3490 crossover, crossover with MCU Stevetony
Dislikes: pure angst with no resolution at the end, virgin and/or inexperienced Steve (I do love virgin Steve if he's confident though! Just no fluffy/sweet virgin Steve pls), submissive Tony, too cheesy fluff, a/b/o, Soulmate AUs, permanent major character death, noncon
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I'm always on the hunt for good poly mmf fic/books. Any fandom, any genre works:)
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Date: 2023-02-26 04:56 am (UTC)----
After Fury called the team meeting adjourned, Tony shrugged his suit jacket back on. His eyes drifted over the conspicuously empty seat by him. Promises from the SHIELD end to put their best scientists on reverse-engineering the serum rung hollow. Really, they had a better chance begging Thor for an invite to his clinically insane family reunion.
Obviously, they could not send Steve back to his shithole of an apartment without his neighbors noticing that their 6’3 neighbor had lost 100 pounds of muscle. Tony weighed his options as he considered their Captain’s temporary residence upon the Helicarrier. He was in no state to use the gym to mope right now. Mind made up, Tony headed toward the living spaces.
Steve didn’t even bother to ask how Tony had gotten into his room without any authorization. The skeleton that the Helicarrier ran on was Stark-designed, after all. Steve didn’t bother to do anything, sitting at the edge of his twin bed on a metal bed frame and staring at the blank wall. Tony hoped he had moved from that spot sometime in the past few hours. The stimulation in this room was just a step above a padded psych ward.
“We missed you at the team meeting.”
Steve’s eyes flicked over to him. “I wasn’t invited.”
“You’re on medical leave, Cap.”
“Cap?” Steve huffed a short laugh. “Me?” He waved a hand over himself, at his gaunt face and spindly limbs, the regulation t-shirt that draped over his chest. “Might as well recruit one of those Coney Island birthday party lookalikes.” He scowled. “At least they’d look the part.”
“Coney Island? Can’t even spring for one of those porn parody Captain Americas? At least then we know they’d have to look the part under the suit, as well.” Tony leered at Steve, which didn’t even earn him an eye roll. Just after the ice, with his short temper and emotions that flipped like they were a switch, Steve had the excuse of and courtesy given for grieving. Now, the man really was sulking.
“Nah, Cap is going to remain on medical leave, and SHIELD, under a lot of pressure from their Stark Industries partner and sponsor, will put all their resources toward making sure that he makes a full recovery.”
Steve scoffed. “And if that doesn’t happen? You think you can tell anyone that Captain America lost the serum and you aren’t sure it’s reversible? The US would be a laughingstock.”
“No one’s advocating for spilling state secrets to the international community. SHIELD just has to keep their priorities straight, and that means making sure of the health and livelihood of the leader of the Ultimates.”
Steve brought one knee onto the bed, resting an arm on it. “Is it worth it, though?” Steve asked. “Look at Hawkeye, and Widow. They hold their own, and they’re human. There are plenty of SHIELD agents with the physical capabilities and tactical know-how. It’d be better to see if there are any suited to wielding the shield. I’m sure that-”
“Nope!” Tony held a hand up, and Steve glared at him. “Not having any of that.”
“I’m using that tactical brain as your leader, and-“
“Well,” Tony started, “there’s the fact that any of those men would jump at the chance to suit up as Captain America. Unlike you, who would send yourself on a wonderful and thorough guilt trip at the idea of taking credit you don’t deserve.”
“I wasn’t Captain America when I looked like this, before the serum. Captain America has to be look powerful enough to lead.”
“And Iron Man is just a suit of armor. It doesn’t even have to talk, really. As long as he flies and shoots repulsor beams at aliens, that’s all the Ultimates need, right?”
That comments earned him, dare Tony think it, that familiar and adorable furrow between Steve’s brows.
“What about Thor?” Tony continued. “Just any long-haired blond with a lightning hammer? We could just pluck anyone out of a hippie van in California.” Tony strode up to Steve. “Forgive me the dreadful platitude, but it’s what’s in here that counts.” Tony taps the side of Steve’s head. Steve, god bless him and curse him in equal parts for how Tony’s heart beats in the staccato of a machine gun, quirked the corner of his mouth.
“Isn’t that finger supposed to go here?” Steve intercepted Tony’s hand in a smooth movement, proving Tony right that his muscle memory remains intact, and pointed Tony’s hand over Steve’s chest. Tony took stock of their positions. Steve’s hand over Tony’s, and Tony’s palm resting over Steve’s heart.
“Spare me that Aristotelian the heart is the origin of the soul bullshit. Even in your ancient times, they knew about the brain. It’s what makes us human. Can’t lobotomize a heart, can you?”
Steve’s smirk was a shadow closer to a real smile. His other hand went to the back of Tony’s head. The constant, throbbing headache subsided. With a groan, Tony’s eyes slid closed. Steve would never tease him about how he pushed his head into Steve’s hand, and Tony would not admit to it under threat of death. Steve ran a finger over the back of Tony’s head.
When Tony opened his eyes, Steve was frowning, and that won’t do.
“Does your head…hurt? Because of the…tumor?”
“It does. That’s why I’m such a pain in the ass all the time,” Tony said. “Like I said, it’s our brain that makes the personality.”
Steve’s eyes scanned his face, that familiar gratification of befuddling Captain America warming Tony’s heart, before Steve sighed. The warm touch of Steve’s hand turned into a slow massage. Curse him. This was exactly why Tony insisted that Steve was the only Captain America. No random SHIELD agent would think to disarm their opponent through such dastardly techniques.
“When I mentioned about how your finger was supposed to go elsewhere, I thought you were going to make an inappropriate comment,” Steve muttered.
“Ooh, were you waiting for it? Sorry to disappoint, love. I have to keep everyone on their toes. Throw enough sincerity into the bullshit, keep them interested and wanting more.”
“Well,” Steve responded, “if we’re talking about interesting, turns out I ran into some free time after getting prodded with enough needles to make every bio-lab this side of the Mississippi happy for the next week. What about you? You’re a busy billionaire businessman, superhero.”
Tony considered it. Even without the serum, Steve’s hand in is hair was big and warm. “Well, Everyone always has time for Captain America.”
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Date: 2023-03-01 07:26 pm (UTC)First of all…Tony's voice!!!!! Both in his mind and when he speaks out loud…um I need like 100k more of this??? His pov was wildly entertaining
This is so Tony and I love how Steve doesn’t even react poor thing, I know Tony was freaking out over not even getting an eye roll out of Steve shgfhfh
YOU TELL HIM TONY, also yay he finally gets through to Steve!!
um I love your way with words?????
you know what, THIS is why Ults h/c is superior to any other Stevetony h/c imo, you just hit the nail on the head.
Thank you so much for this 💕
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Date: 2023-02-28 07:04 am (UTC)You are the best friend and writing companion I could ask for and I probably wouldn't write half the things I do without your wonderful input/encouragement. Our fun convos inspire me constantly. You deserve all the nice things.
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“You know this isn’t remotely necessary, right?” Steve asked with exasperation. “This isn’t what we talked about.”
He looked around the room, clearly overwhelmed by the racks of designer shirts, pants, ties, vests and jackets. The jewelry spread out on multiple surfaces. The watches. Tony might have gone a little overboard when he ordered all of this to be brought to his penthouse.
“I disagree,” Tony said. “We talked about me looking after you. You being mine to take care of. That’s what you wanted, hmm?”
“Like, emotionally, and uh. Sexually. Not—financially. I mean, we’re living in your tower, sure. Dinners out, fine. But I don’t need all this—this excess. I’m fine in… whatever.” His brows furrowed unhappily.
Tony sighed, walking over to put his hands on Steve’s shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. “What if I need it? Or just want it. Would that be okay?”
Steve hesitated.
“You know I like you the way you are babe, I’m not trying to say you can’t be you. But there’s nothing wrong with options, is there? You’re gorgeous, and I just want to dress you up a little. This is your life now. You’re allowed to live it.”
Steve thought it over for a few moments. Tony could practically see his resistance crumbling. “Okay. Fine. For you. I want to make you look good.”
“Hey, you know it’s not—”
“I know. But you said it, this is my life now. People look at us together, I want them to know that I belong at your side.”
“Not anyone else?” Tony smirked, enjoying as he always did, Steve’s possessive side.
Steve pressed his body against the length of Tony’s. “You’re not the only possessive one. They might all want you, but they can’t have you. You’re mine.”
“That’s so sexy. You gonna growl like that at the next person who hits on me?” Tony twisted his hands to run his fingers through Steve’s pretty blonde hair. God, but he couldn’t keep his hands out of his soft locks.
“Maybe.” Steve said sternly. “They don’t have any manners. I wish they’d realize that you’re off limits.”
All in good time, sweetheart. I’m planning the proposal of your life.
Wouldn’t stop some, perhaps, but Tony was planning a very obvious symbol of unavailability for Steve, and he’d happily let Steve return the favor with something equally flashy.
“I don’t know why they bother. There’s clearly no competition.” He ran a hand down Steve’s back, grasping his ass. Muscled perfection with just a little bounce. Tony fucking loved that bounce. He squeezed hard enough to elicit a groan from Steve. Such a deep, delicious sound.
“Still, I wouldn’t want to risk you losing interest,” Steve said, a running refrain between them, that he had to do absolutely anything to capture Tony’s devoted interest. He had it. Full stop. But it was a fun game to play.
“Hmm, yes. I do like regular reminders. You know how distractible I can be.”
“I’d better act fast then. The fashion show can wait, I’ve got something else in mind.” Steve pulled himself out of Tony’s embrace, and dragged him towards the bedroom.
Tony was extremely willing, but he did pause long enough to pick up a necklace from the counter on the way past. “Wear nothing but this for me?”
Steve eyed it with scrutiny. “How many diamonds—”
“Shh. Don’t think about it. Unless it turns you on to be dripping in them?”
Steve groaned, but also started moving them a little faster. Which Tony took to mean a reluctant yes. Steve’s reactions were often a combination of horrified yet pleased by Tony’s excessive gifts, and he delighted in finding all the things that were just slightly more on the pleased side. He loved getting Steve to indulge. It was a drug.
When they got to their room, Steve pulled off all his clothes, even the sexy jockstrap that he wore to torture Tony with, and presented his neck to him.
Tony lost some time kissing and licking his nape, before he remembered to clasp the necklace there. He turned Steve around and trailed his fingers down over the necklace, around the dips in Steve’s collar bone where the loop of the necklace rested. A length of necklace fell in a straight line down Steve’s stomach, from the center of the loop. Tony trailed over and beside that part next, enjoying the way Steve’s stomach muscles quivered at his featherlight touch.
“No one could ever make me feel like this, you know that, right?” Tony asked seriously. He didn’t want Steve to ever truly doubt that.
“I’d like to think so. But let me show you why you should keep me. I want to show you.”
“Okay, darling.” Like Tony would ever complain about special treatment. Steve took his breath away every single time. “Kneel for me.”
Steve elegantly slid to his knees. He was art in motion. Tony loved to watch.
Tony undid his belt and his pants, unzipped, and pushed his pants and briefs down so they were resting low on his hips. Freeing his cock to Steve’s hungry gaze.
“Open.”
Steve opened his lips in a perfect circle. Tony slid his cock right in. His fingers slipped into Steve’s hair, clenching around the strands to use them as a handle. Steve stayed perfectly still, giving Tony free rein to control him. He pulled Steve off his cock, then shoved his mouth back down it.
Again and again Tony moved Steve’s mouth up and down. A wet, tight glide of pleasure. Tony was tempted to close his eyes and lose himself in it, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Steve. He loved watching him like this. Loved how peaceful he looked when he gave himself over. When he was pleasing Tony.
“So gorgeous for me. So good to me.” One more pull before Tony stilled Steve’s head, cradling his cock in his throat, reveling in the pleasure until Tony’s need became too great. He pulled Steve off of him and lifted him to his feet. Placing his hands on his cheeks Tony pulled him in for a deep kiss, shoving his tongue in his mouth to lick at the taste of himself he’d left behind.
“How was that?” Steve asked when Tony pulled back. “A good reminder?”
“Perfect as always, darling.” He leaned forward and kissed a line along Steve’s throat. “I wouldn’t have anyone but you.”
Steve smirked, taking a few steps back and falling onto the bed. “Have me then,” he demanded, spreading his limbs in welcome.
Tony enjoyed the view in front of him as he discarded his pants and pulled off his shirt. Climbing on top of Steve moments later, Tony ran his hands over Steve’s firm chest, and around his hips to grab his ass.
Steve’s hips bucked and he groaned with pleasure. His hands slid around Tony’s back and pulled their bodies together, grinding his dick against Tony. They fell into a long, hot kiss that distracted Tony so thoroughly that he didn’t even notice what Steve was about to do until he was being flipped over.
“Or maybe I’ll have you, instead.” Steve said proudly, sitting up on Tony’s hips.
Tony grinned, running his hand down the length of the necklace draped over Steve’s chest. “Just gives me a better view to admire you.”
“Oh yeah?” Steve licked his lips.
“Yes. You look gorgeous. Only thing better would be draping you in diamond nipple clamps. A nice heavy chain, hmm?” Tony reached up and squeezed Steve’s nipples. Twisted. Pulled. Steve gasped, thrusting his hips forward automatically. “Every time you move over me, the chain would swing, pulling at your nipples even more.”
“Tony, I need, I need—”
Tony reached over to the bedside table and handed Steve the lube. He immediately got to work stretching himself, while Tony continued to torment Steve’s nipples.
“Ah, oh god, that’s so—” Steve huffed, his hips twitching in little aborted thrusts. “Enough.” He grabbed Tony’s wrists and pinned them down on the bed.
“Problem?” Tony teased.
“Yes. That’s very distracting and I want your dick in me.” Steve said grumpily. He always got grumpy whenever Tony didn’t give him exactly what he wanted exactly when he wanted it. All the more reason to delay, in Tony’s opinion. A frustrated Steve was a sexy Steve. The way he was glaring down at Tony, holding him down so he couldn’t touch. It made Tony throb with arousal.
“Any time then, sweetheart.”
Steve didn’t take long at all after that, shifting Tony’s wrists so he could grasp them in one hand, freeing his other hand to line up Tonys dick against his hole. Sliding down on him, Steve’s channel was wet and warm and clenching. There was nothing better than this.
The sight of Steve, muscles straining with the tension of holding himself above Tony, blue eyes aflame. So desperate, so needy that he simply had to take. He didn’t build up a steady rhythm, his movements weren’t graceful—even though Steve was more than capable. No, he let go of Tony’s wrists, sat up and began to move. Bouncing up and down Tony’s shaft, he used all his strength in his thighs to fuck himself hard.
Despite having his hands freed, Tony felt no inclination to use them. He didn’t want to interfere with Steve’s pace, content to watch his determined features, and feel the way Steve was urgently sliding over him.
He was… everything. Everything Tony wanted. There was nothing else in the world he needed except more. More of this, but also more of Steve in general. As much of him as he could get, honestly. He wanted to marry this beautiful man. To promise each other that this was it, they were it for each other, and they never wanted to let go of what they had.
Tony wanted everything Steve could give him, but he also wanted to give Steve everything in return. Whatever he needed. Whatever he wanted. Steve wasn’t very good at wanting things for himself, except for Tony, but he’d help him with that. And if Tony was what he wanted? He’d be better at that too. Money wasn’t the only thing he could gift. He’d be better at making sure he gave Steve enough of his time, too.
It wasn’t that long ago that Steve had been drowning under the weight of grief, of not feeling like he belonged, of loneliness, of PTSD. Tony wasn’t going to let him fall back into that pit of despair ever again, not if there was anything he could do to make his life better.
“T-Tony—” Steve gasped, responding to the way Tony had bucked his hips up to thrust against him, taking him by surprise. There were a lot of things Tony could and would do for Steve, but right now all he wanted to do was give him a hell of an orgasm.
“Come here,” he said, unable to keep his hands off of Steve for long. He slid his palms up from his hips—stilling his movements—over his abs, toying with the necklace on his way up Steve’s chest. He spent a few minutes playing with Steve’s nipples again, never able to resist those enticing pink nubs that were always begging to be turned a deep red.
Moving his hands around to Steve’s back, Tony pulled him down so that he was lying on his chest. He brushed a lock of hair out of Steve’s eyes, transfixed by the intense way his beautiful blues were looking at him. “What is it?” Tony asked out of curiosity.
“I love looking at you.”
Tony scoffed. “Me? You’re the pretty one.”
“You’re the sexy one.” Steve ran a hand through Tony’s hair, which was barely holding on to salt-and-pepper status at this point, as mostly gray as it was now.
“I’m an old man.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “That is such bullshit. You’re refined. A silver fox. Just as hot as you ever were.”
“You didn’t know me then.”
“I like you exactly like this.” Steve leaned forward and captured Tony’s mouth before he could argue further. Fine by him. He met Steve kiss for kiss, taking the opportunity to roll him over onto his back. Tony wasn’t under the impression that he moved Steve anywhere without him wanting to be moved. But he adored him for always acquiescing so easily, wanting to be where Tony wanted him. They both liked taking charge, but they had developed a beautiful give and take between them. Finding a rhythm where they both could—at different moments—take the lead, but where they also enjoyed handing it over, more than they ever would’ve thought. From the way Steve was grinning up at Tony it was clear he was enjoying this change in position, as much as he had also enjoyed riding Tony.
“Ready, darling?” He asked, sliding a hand along Steve’s thigh and lifting it around his hips, the other one wrapping around him moments later.
“For everything you have to give me.” Steve’s voice held the weight of so much more than this one moment. Like he was thinking along the same lines as Tony. One could only hope.
“Everything, huh?” Tony grinned. “I have a lot in store for you, in that case.”
“I’m ready for all of it.”
Thank god.
Tony pulled out of Steve, and slid back in, groaning at the way Steve tightened his legs and thrust up against him. They moved together, finding a perfect rhythm, pushing together and pulling apart, but never far. Keeping close as they steadily increased their pace as their need grew more and more. It was fucking. It was making love. It was everything between them, and everything that was to come.
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Date: 2023-03-02 09:12 am (UTC)THAT'S ALL I WANT FOR THEM
Steve/Tony cabin kiss fic!!
Date: 2023-02-28 06:38 pm (UTC)- Steve/Tony future fic: Accidental kiss, pining without realizing, getting together
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45402097
Summary: When it happens, it feels completely unexpected and yet inevitable at the same time.
(A cool summer night, a kiss, and a realization years in the making.)
Re: Steve/Tony cabin kiss fic!!
Date: 2023-03-03 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-03-01 12:46 am (UTC)Fic:
Eagle/The Eagle of the Ninth tends to have a lot of poly fic because the three main characters (the main character, his wife, and his BFF former slave) all decide to live together at the end. This is more true of the bookverse fic than movieverse because only the book even has the wife but sometimes the movie fans put her in the movie fic.
Books:
What I am learning from this is that I really should tag books on Goodreads for poly content. I swear I've read more than this.
Also if you have never watched the movie musical Paint Your Wagon... you should absolutely watch Paint Your Wagon. I'm just saying. Everyone kept telling me, oh, yeah, it's a poly movie musical about the Wild West and I was like, no, okay, they have to be joking. They were not joking.
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Date: 2023-03-08 08:18 pm (UTC)I've read some poly fic in The Eagle of the Ninth fandom (too bad they didn't include Cottia in the movie btw!!) and have heard of the Iron Widow but everything else is new to me. So excited to check out your recs!!
I'm super intrigued by Paint Your Wagon 👀
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Date: 2023-03-01 10:54 am (UTC)I sent you an ask on your tumblr for an idea for ANOTHER texting fic, but tumblr had my account shadowbanned so I think you never got it :(
I wrote an epistolary fic for Albuss though, I'm sure you're gonna enjoy that one 🙈 but also, I'm 100%ly accepting more texting prompts, I LOVE writing fic without blocking, so please hit me up :)
thank you for being in the fandom and being such a kind person <333 happy stocking day!
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Date: 2023-03-05 08:27 pm (UTC)But I did receive your ask actually!! Here it is: https://thahiree.tumblr.com/post/710060771434971136/so-ive-heard-you-like-accidental-sexting-any
And yep I've seen your epistolary fic and have it open on my to read list!! It sounds so good!! Thank you for this sweet message & right back at you my friend 💙
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Date: 2023-03-07 09:57 am (UTC)I LOVE the ults sexting idea omg, might need to read ults to write it though :))))