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Comics Steve/Tony: Early 616 but not fussy – write what you like! I'm just dipping my toe into the comics.
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: The Original Sinners, Izzy Hands from OFMD, MCU
Likes: getting together, feelings realisation, identity porn, pining, sexual tension, Service Top Steve, Service Top Tony (beyond fixing Steve’s gear), period appropriate gay culture, boot worship, Tony’s undersuit, hurt/comfort, tenderness, telepathy, sex pollen, truth serum, BDSM, boot worship, internalised homophobia/biphobia, oodles of aftercare, bodyswap, Humor, non-sexual submission, but also sexual submission, facial shaving, massage, hand feeding, accidental bondage, cruising.
I think that sums it up but I really believe we need more cruising fic. It has the potential for so much humour, identity porn, hotness, and angst!
Dislikes: Betrayal, mindwipes, character death, A/B/O dynamics, mpreg, age play, non-powered AUs, size difference, First or second person POV, bathroom kinks, medical kinks, sounding, past abusive relationships, pet play, any kids they need to look after.
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: Music recs for writing BDSM scenes and M/M relationships, fic recs, art recs, comic panels of Tony in his undersuit, Izzy Hands character study or tender fic/meta recommendations (not just the usual rough sex fics, ha!)
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Comics Steve/Tony: Early 616 but not fussy – write what you like! I'm just dipping my toe into the comics.
Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: The Original Sinners, Izzy Hands from OFMD, MCU
Likes: getting together, feelings realisation, identity porn, pining, sexual tension, Service Top Steve, Service Top Tony (beyond fixing Steve’s gear), period appropriate gay culture, boot worship, Tony’s undersuit, hurt/comfort, tenderness, telepathy, sex pollen, truth serum, BDSM, boot worship, internalised homophobia/biphobia, oodles of aftercare, bodyswap, Humor, non-sexual submission, but also sexual submission, facial shaving, massage, hand feeding, accidental bondage, cruising.
I think that sums it up but I really believe we need more cruising fic. It has the potential for so much humour, identity porn, hotness, and angst!
Dislikes: Betrayal, mindwipes, character death, A/B/O dynamics, mpreg, age play, non-powered AUs, size difference, First or second person POV, bathroom kinks, medical kinks, sounding, past abusive relationships, pet play, any kids they need to look after.
Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: Music recs for writing BDSM scenes and M/M relationships, fic recs, art recs, comic panels of Tony in his undersuit, Izzy Hands character study or tender fic/meta recommendations (not just the usual rough sex fics, ha!)
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“I’m so sorry about this, Mr. Stark,” Steve said, pacing back and forth in the middle of the room. Tony wished he could make him stop. While he certainly understood the urge, Steve’s. Devoid energy was only ramping up his anxiety about being confined. It was all he could do to keep himself calm, he wasn’t sure he had it in him to calm Steve down as well. But he supposed he ought to try.
“It’s not your fault,” Tony said, looking up at Steve from where he sat on the floor against one of the plain white walls of the room.
“But I was supposed to protect you, and I failed.”
“Yes, well, the gas knocked us both out. Nothing you could’ve done.”
“If only Iron Man had been there.”
Tony couldn’t help his smile at the fondness he heard in Steve’s voice. While it was true that if he’d been in his armor he’d have been able to filter out the sleep gas, it had taken effect too quickly for Tony to have changed into his suit, and since Iron Man was supposedly in an entirely different location anyway, it would’ve been suspicious regardless. Typical that trying to dismiss suspicion that Tony was Iron Man had resulted in him being captured, along with his temporary protector, Captain America.
Tony thought to himself that Steve’s assertion was rather less about the suit’s air filtration system, and more about his admiration for Iron Man as a hero. It was a funny thing being around Steve as himself. He knew Steve so well, they were very close friends and teammates, but Steve didn’t know that. He didn’t know that when he was complimenting Iron Man he was indirectly complimenting Tony.
That’s what he got for loving a double life, he supposed. The oddity of never being wholly himself because his personas were split into two.
“Why don’t you sit down with me?” Tony suggested. “There’s nothing we can do at this point, except wait.” Hopefully the rest of the Avengers would come find them soon.
“I… can’t,” Steve said, with a peculiar expression on his face.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I feel strange. I don’t know, like I have too much energy burning inside me and I need to get it out.”
Tony frowned. That sounded possibly concerning. He pushed himself to his feet, and walked over to Steve who stopped in the middle of his stride. “It’s possible they dosed you with something while you were asleep.” He reached out to press a finger to Steve’s pulse, and he shuddered and took several steps away, hurriedly turning his back on Tony.
“Steve? What’s the matter?”
“I—oh god,” he shuddered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Steve, turn around. I won’t touch, you just—”
Steve turned out with great reluctance, and Tony was confused by his hunched, awkward posture, until he noticed his crotch was, well, rather prominently displayed. Tony got a little lost staring at his bulge, before he shook himself out of it.
“Well, hello there.”
“Tony! I don’t—the second you touched me, I just reacted, and I don’t know why.”
“Don’t flatter me too much, I won’t be able to take it.”
“Tony, I’m serious. You touched my neck with a finger, that wouldn’t normally be enough for—” straining desperately in his pants.
“Like I said. They probably dosed you with something.”
“Something that does this? Why would they do that?”
“Don’t ask me what goes on in the kinky minds of AIM scientists, but if I had to wager a guess, I’d say they’re testing it out on your super soldier body. How much does it affect you? How long does it take to metabolize, that sort of thing. God knows why they’d need to know that but, you know. Scientists.” He shrugged.
“And you’re not…”
“No, I feel perfectly normal,” apart from his stress about being in captivity without access to his Iron Man suit, that is. “They’ve probably already tested it out on a regular human. No doubt I’m in here with you to be the… recipient of your desires.”
Steve’s eyes widened in alarm. “No. No way. You can’t. I can’t. I’ll resist. I’m not going to—no.”
“The worse it gets, you may not have a choice. Using your hand might not be enough.”
“My hand? I’m not going to—in front of you.”
Tony chuckled humorlessly. “I sincerely doubt you’re going to be able to resist for long. You’ll need to come. Probably a lot.”
“No. I’m stronger than that. I’m not going to subject you to—no.”
Tony chuckled, wondering if he should let Steve in on the little secret that he wouldn’t feel subjected to anything, in fact, he’d rather enjoy the show. But given Steve’s general anxiety over all of this, Tony should probably pick the right moment to share that detail.
“If you truly believe that, more power to you. But it’s only been one hour. How do you think you’d cope after…” he shrugged. “Let’s say, five hours?”
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You had me hooked with "The oddity of never being wholly himself because his personas were split into two." This is something I muse on a hell of a lot with Silver Age comics.
I would not be mad if you chose to continue this. I would not be mad at all *nodnodnod*