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A Gift of Fic for tripperfunster!
Title: Yellow
Recipient: tripperfunster
Author/Artist: silverfoxflower
Universe: MCU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-con by way of sex pollen
A/N: So when I thought of sex pollen, I literally went with pollen. The rest just naturally came about …
Summary: In which Amora has a strange sense of humor, there is a field of fuckflowers, and Tony hates magic about as much as he usually does.
The last thing that Tony remembered was green glitter.
Like, bucketfuls of it, crawling over his suit like ants. Then his head started buzzing and his ears started ringing and Jarvis went berserk. The image of a laughing blonde woman swam across his view before his optical display blinked offline and everything went dark.
Fucking magic.
--
Yellow, Tony thought when he opened his eyes.
What he should have thought was my helmet is gone, or perhaps, where the fuck am I?, but instead he thought yellow because he was lying in a field of it. There was a flower next to his face approximately the color of highlighter. Tony reached for it, crushing the petals between the metal fingers of his suit. It crumbled into a fine gold powder, floating away on the breeze. Quite a bit of it flew right in Tony’s face, making him sneeze.
“Fucking Amora,” he grumbled, getting laboriously to his feet. Every move he made loosened more powder from the flowers he had been lying in and soon he was standing in a dense cloud of pollen. His suit was streaked with the stuff. Tony grimaced as he imagined digging it out of every nook and crevice.
Slowly, he turned to look around him, squinting from the oversaturation of color. His earlier estimation was correct. Yellow as far as the eye could see. Yellow to the horizon.
Great, congratulations to Amora for dropping Tony off in his own personal hell. Tony sneezed again, feeling a strange tingle travel down his spine and to his toes. Maybe it was up his spine and to his fingers? Anyways, when the extremities started tingling, it was bad fucking news.
Suddenly, there was a sound like cloth ripping. Tony looked up to see a hole being torn in the sky. It was horrifying, actually. One second everything was normal blue sky and fluffy white clouds and the next, there was a jagged slice of cold, dark space opening like a monstrous eye. Frozen with fear, Tony could only look on as a body came hurdling out of the portal before it sealed itself shut and normal prospective was restored.
“Steve?” Tony realized a second later, running towards the most soothing shade of blue he had ever seen in his life. Steve was crumpled in a cloud of pollen, his eyes closed. The minute Tony curled his fingers into Steve’s arm, however, the good Captain came up swinging, nearly dislocating Tony’s jaw before his eyes caught up to his fist and he ended up awkwardly grabbing the back of Tony’s neck instead.
“What …” Steve pushed himself up to his elbow and looked around. “Where are we?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Tony grumbled, sneezing again. The tingling was back, this time travelling to buzz in his chest like a trapped bumble bee, then trickling down to his stomach and groin. His skin and teeth and bones all began to ache. “Leave it to Amora to smack us into another dimension in the middle of a fight. Should’ve repulsored her in the gut when I had the shot,” he said, helping Steve maneuver into a sitting position. Steve’s gloved hand was still at the back of his neck. It felt like the only thing grounding him in reality.
“It’s awfully yellow.” Steve said, rubbing his eyes as a spray of pollen hit him in the face. Tony felt like laughing. Probably inappropriate response. Then he thought of coming on Steve’s face, streaks of semen across his blushing cheeks and clumping his eyelashes.
Even more inappropriate. Where’d that come from?
“Thank you Captain Obvious,” Tony breathed out, slowly. He could see himself reflected in Steve’s eyes. It was kind of fascinating, because Steve had really pretty eyes. Tony leaned in a little closer, his gaze lingering on Steve’s slick pink lips and how good he smelled.
The tingling danced just under his skin, a spreading warmth. Tony couldn’t remember why he had thought that it was ever a bad thing. Everywhere felt so sensitive, even his skin rubbing against the inside of his suit ripped a moan from his throat. He could feel the wind ruffling the hair at his nape and the curl of heat rising from Steve’s body.
“Tony?” Steve asked. He sounded far away, watery, almost.
Steve’s body. That was a thought. Tony realized that he was pushing down, allowing the weight of the suit to overbalance Steve and crush him into the flowers. Steve wasn’t putting up much of a fight, though. His thigh felt so good between Tony’s legs. Muscular, like. Tony screwed down his hips and groaned as his hard cock rubbed up against the inside of the suit.
“Tony, I think-“ Steve was panting, face red like he’d run a marathon. Or was embarrassed by something. What was there to be embarrassed by? Tony pressed his nose against the juncture of Steve’s neck and gave it a little bite.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, and felt Steve shudder under his fingers. Tony rolled his hips, hissing as the pressure on his cock sent his nerves snapping like frayed electrical wires. “Fuck me, Cap, please,” he said, more desperately. His skin was burning, aching. He needed Steve’s naked body on top of his naked body more than anything he could think of.
“Fuck,” Steve said eloquently, grabbing Tony’s upper arms in a grip that made the metal whine. He looked like he was going to say something else, but ended up kissing Tony instead - viciously, clumsily. Even the small shocks of pain when Steve curled his fingers into Tony’s hair made his cock leak.
Steve rolled Tony onto his back, fingers scrabbling at the joints in his armor. The small part of Tony’s brain not currently flooded with lust registered the very real possibility that Steve could literally rip the metal from Tony’s body.
“Wait,” Tony said, pushing at Steve’s shoulders. Detaching himself from Steve’s lips felt almost physically painful. Frantically, Tony worked off the emergency manual detachments of his armor.
On his knees just a foot away, Steve tore at the openings of his own uniform. He had stripped to the waist and pushed his pants to his knees before Tony tackled him. The slide of skin on skin felt electric. Tony straddled Steve’s hips, heels digging into his back, and kissed him like a ravenous man.
It hurt so good when Steve’s fingers dug into his hips, grinding bruises into the bone. The thought of Steve being too turned on to control his own strength made Tony’s cock throb.
In a move that hadn’t happened since he was fifteen, Tony came the second that Steve’s hand curled around his cock, splattering his own stomach. Steve hesitated, gaze flicking from Tony’s slack face to his come-slick hand.
“Not one word,” Tony panted.
Steve grinned, a flash of his trademark Boy Scout smile, so dirty and out-of-place as his callused hand returned to kneading Tony’s softened cock. The overstimulation made Tony whine, even as he started slowly, painfully hardening again.
He anticipated that his cock would be well and truly chafed when they were done.
Tony writhed back on Steve’s cock, letting it ride the seam of his ass as Steve suckled roughly at his nipples. “Steve,” he managed, his voice rough. The orgasm had cleared his head, albet not for very long, “It’s the flowers,” he managed to force out, gritting his teeth against a moan as Steve’s mouth began slowly making its way downwards.
“What?” Steve asked, tangling his tongue in Tony’s neatly-groomed treasure trail. The new position shoved Tony’s head and shoulders backwards into a clump of flowers, leaving him sneezing and gasping for breath on more pollen than air.
After that, things got fuzzy. There was the obscene stretch of Steve’s mouth around his cock, and Tony fucking the back of Steve’s throat with frantic, rabbit-quick thrusts of his hips. The sky – as vividly blue as the surrounding field was yellow – burning into Tony’s retinas as he arched and spilled a second time across Steve’s tongue. He remembered rambling at Steve about the flowers as his pliant body was manhandled onto his hands and knees. Steve fucked him roughly, punishingly, with only spit for lube. It burned like a motherfucker even through the golden haze of arousal. Tony remembered hanging his head and whimpering like a broken animal even as his body seized and came for the last time – practically dry.
Thankfully, Steve followed soon afterwards, groaning loudly in Tony’s ear as he pulled out and striped his ass with come.
“Fucking magic,” Tony mumbled before he gratefully blacked out.
--
“Amora has a strange sense of humor,” Thor said contemplatively. He was standing guard outside the examining room as Tony changed from the flimsy paper gown into the clothes Pepper had dropped by for him.
“Tell me about it,” Tony said sourly, thinking about the scattered armor parts – including his helmet – that would be forever lost in some fuckflower field. He couldn’t really blame Thor, though, who had barely been able to drag two unconscious and half-naked bodies through the portal without succumbing to the effects of the yellow pollen himself. “A horrifyingly evil sense of humor, morelike.” He stepped out of the room, buttoning his shirt.
“Your Midgardian physics advised that you stay longer for observation,” Thor said as Tony walked past him.
“Fuck that,” Tony said. He felt fine. Bruised, chafed, and way too sober, but fine.
“Very well,” Thor said amiably, following Tony down the hallway.
“-yes, thanks, I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.” Steve skidded suddenly out of a door, almost crashing into Tony in his eagerness to leave.
“Looks like someone else is making a break for it.” Tony said.
Steve ducked his head, the back of his neck and tips of his ears flushed red. Tony had a vivid flashback of sinking his teeth into the curve of that shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin.
“I will … go on ahead,” Thor said, after a silent moment, walking down the hallway.
Tony slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. In the examining room, he’d thought up and discarded a million possible things to say to Steve once they were finally alone. Something that communicated, it was fun, don’t feel guilty, we’d better still be friends, with perhaps the opening for more hot sex in the future at your discretion?
“Sorry,” Steve said, before Tony could gather his thoughts. “For what happened, I-“
“No!” Tony blurted out, adding, at Steve’s alarmed expression, “I mean, there’s no need to be sorry. For anything. No harm, no foul. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me, because I kind of attacked you first.”
“You were under the effects of the pollen,” Steve said. “You wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“Aw, don’t be so hard on yourself, Cap, I happen to find you very fucking attractive.”
“I …” Steve blinked. “Thank you, I think.” He ducked his head again, but not before Tony caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Tony laughed. “You’re lucky I’m taking that as a compliment, big guy.” Feeling bold, he sidled a little closer. “If I weren’t so chafed right now I’d definitely be prepositioning you.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, looking pained. “I understand you completely.”
“Wanna go back to the tower and never look at anything yellow ever again?”
“Oh yes, please.” Steve said, putting an arm around Tony’s shoulder as they made their way out, together.
Recipient: tripperfunster
Author/Artist: silverfoxflower
Universe: MCU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-con by way of sex pollen
A/N: So when I thought of sex pollen, I literally went with pollen. The rest just naturally came about …
Summary: In which Amora has a strange sense of humor, there is a field of fuckflowers, and Tony hates magic about as much as he usually does.
The last thing that Tony remembered was green glitter.
Like, bucketfuls of it, crawling over his suit like ants. Then his head started buzzing and his ears started ringing and Jarvis went berserk. The image of a laughing blonde woman swam across his view before his optical display blinked offline and everything went dark.
Fucking magic.
--
Yellow, Tony thought when he opened his eyes.
What he should have thought was my helmet is gone, or perhaps, where the fuck am I?, but instead he thought yellow because he was lying in a field of it. There was a flower next to his face approximately the color of highlighter. Tony reached for it, crushing the petals between the metal fingers of his suit. It crumbled into a fine gold powder, floating away on the breeze. Quite a bit of it flew right in Tony’s face, making him sneeze.
“Fucking Amora,” he grumbled, getting laboriously to his feet. Every move he made loosened more powder from the flowers he had been lying in and soon he was standing in a dense cloud of pollen. His suit was streaked with the stuff. Tony grimaced as he imagined digging it out of every nook and crevice.
Slowly, he turned to look around him, squinting from the oversaturation of color. His earlier estimation was correct. Yellow as far as the eye could see. Yellow to the horizon.
Great, congratulations to Amora for dropping Tony off in his own personal hell. Tony sneezed again, feeling a strange tingle travel down his spine and to his toes. Maybe it was up his spine and to his fingers? Anyways, when the extremities started tingling, it was bad fucking news.
Suddenly, there was a sound like cloth ripping. Tony looked up to see a hole being torn in the sky. It was horrifying, actually. One second everything was normal blue sky and fluffy white clouds and the next, there was a jagged slice of cold, dark space opening like a monstrous eye. Frozen with fear, Tony could only look on as a body came hurdling out of the portal before it sealed itself shut and normal prospective was restored.
“Steve?” Tony realized a second later, running towards the most soothing shade of blue he had ever seen in his life. Steve was crumpled in a cloud of pollen, his eyes closed. The minute Tony curled his fingers into Steve’s arm, however, the good Captain came up swinging, nearly dislocating Tony’s jaw before his eyes caught up to his fist and he ended up awkwardly grabbing the back of Tony’s neck instead.
“What …” Steve pushed himself up to his elbow and looked around. “Where are we?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Tony grumbled, sneezing again. The tingling was back, this time travelling to buzz in his chest like a trapped bumble bee, then trickling down to his stomach and groin. His skin and teeth and bones all began to ache. “Leave it to Amora to smack us into another dimension in the middle of a fight. Should’ve repulsored her in the gut when I had the shot,” he said, helping Steve maneuver into a sitting position. Steve’s gloved hand was still at the back of his neck. It felt like the only thing grounding him in reality.
“It’s awfully yellow.” Steve said, rubbing his eyes as a spray of pollen hit him in the face. Tony felt like laughing. Probably inappropriate response. Then he thought of coming on Steve’s face, streaks of semen across his blushing cheeks and clumping his eyelashes.
Even more inappropriate. Where’d that come from?
“Thank you Captain Obvious,” Tony breathed out, slowly. He could see himself reflected in Steve’s eyes. It was kind of fascinating, because Steve had really pretty eyes. Tony leaned in a little closer, his gaze lingering on Steve’s slick pink lips and how good he smelled.
The tingling danced just under his skin, a spreading warmth. Tony couldn’t remember why he had thought that it was ever a bad thing. Everywhere felt so sensitive, even his skin rubbing against the inside of his suit ripped a moan from his throat. He could feel the wind ruffling the hair at his nape and the curl of heat rising from Steve’s body.
“Tony?” Steve asked. He sounded far away, watery, almost.
Steve’s body. That was a thought. Tony realized that he was pushing down, allowing the weight of the suit to overbalance Steve and crush him into the flowers. Steve wasn’t putting up much of a fight, though. His thigh felt so good between Tony’s legs. Muscular, like. Tony screwed down his hips and groaned as his hard cock rubbed up against the inside of the suit.
“Tony, I think-“ Steve was panting, face red like he’d run a marathon. Or was embarrassed by something. What was there to be embarrassed by? Tony pressed his nose against the juncture of Steve’s neck and gave it a little bite.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, and felt Steve shudder under his fingers. Tony rolled his hips, hissing as the pressure on his cock sent his nerves snapping like frayed electrical wires. “Fuck me, Cap, please,” he said, more desperately. His skin was burning, aching. He needed Steve’s naked body on top of his naked body more than anything he could think of.
“Fuck,” Steve said eloquently, grabbing Tony’s upper arms in a grip that made the metal whine. He looked like he was going to say something else, but ended up kissing Tony instead - viciously, clumsily. Even the small shocks of pain when Steve curled his fingers into Tony’s hair made his cock leak.
Steve rolled Tony onto his back, fingers scrabbling at the joints in his armor. The small part of Tony’s brain not currently flooded with lust registered the very real possibility that Steve could literally rip the metal from Tony’s body.
“Wait,” Tony said, pushing at Steve’s shoulders. Detaching himself from Steve’s lips felt almost physically painful. Frantically, Tony worked off the emergency manual detachments of his armor.
On his knees just a foot away, Steve tore at the openings of his own uniform. He had stripped to the waist and pushed his pants to his knees before Tony tackled him. The slide of skin on skin felt electric. Tony straddled Steve’s hips, heels digging into his back, and kissed him like a ravenous man.
It hurt so good when Steve’s fingers dug into his hips, grinding bruises into the bone. The thought of Steve being too turned on to control his own strength made Tony’s cock throb.
In a move that hadn’t happened since he was fifteen, Tony came the second that Steve’s hand curled around his cock, splattering his own stomach. Steve hesitated, gaze flicking from Tony’s slack face to his come-slick hand.
“Not one word,” Tony panted.
Steve grinned, a flash of his trademark Boy Scout smile, so dirty and out-of-place as his callused hand returned to kneading Tony’s softened cock. The overstimulation made Tony whine, even as he started slowly, painfully hardening again.
He anticipated that his cock would be well and truly chafed when they were done.
Tony writhed back on Steve’s cock, letting it ride the seam of his ass as Steve suckled roughly at his nipples. “Steve,” he managed, his voice rough. The orgasm had cleared his head, albet not for very long, “It’s the flowers,” he managed to force out, gritting his teeth against a moan as Steve’s mouth began slowly making its way downwards.
“What?” Steve asked, tangling his tongue in Tony’s neatly-groomed treasure trail. The new position shoved Tony’s head and shoulders backwards into a clump of flowers, leaving him sneezing and gasping for breath on more pollen than air.
After that, things got fuzzy. There was the obscene stretch of Steve’s mouth around his cock, and Tony fucking the back of Steve’s throat with frantic, rabbit-quick thrusts of his hips. The sky – as vividly blue as the surrounding field was yellow – burning into Tony’s retinas as he arched and spilled a second time across Steve’s tongue. He remembered rambling at Steve about the flowers as his pliant body was manhandled onto his hands and knees. Steve fucked him roughly, punishingly, with only spit for lube. It burned like a motherfucker even through the golden haze of arousal. Tony remembered hanging his head and whimpering like a broken animal even as his body seized and came for the last time – practically dry.
Thankfully, Steve followed soon afterwards, groaning loudly in Tony’s ear as he pulled out and striped his ass with come.
“Fucking magic,” Tony mumbled before he gratefully blacked out.
--
“Amora has a strange sense of humor,” Thor said contemplatively. He was standing guard outside the examining room as Tony changed from the flimsy paper gown into the clothes Pepper had dropped by for him.
“Tell me about it,” Tony said sourly, thinking about the scattered armor parts – including his helmet – that would be forever lost in some fuckflower field. He couldn’t really blame Thor, though, who had barely been able to drag two unconscious and half-naked bodies through the portal without succumbing to the effects of the yellow pollen himself. “A horrifyingly evil sense of humor, morelike.” He stepped out of the room, buttoning his shirt.
“Your Midgardian physics advised that you stay longer for observation,” Thor said as Tony walked past him.
“Fuck that,” Tony said. He felt fine. Bruised, chafed, and way too sober, but fine.
“Very well,” Thor said amiably, following Tony down the hallway.
“-yes, thanks, I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.” Steve skidded suddenly out of a door, almost crashing into Tony in his eagerness to leave.
“Looks like someone else is making a break for it.” Tony said.
Steve ducked his head, the back of his neck and tips of his ears flushed red. Tony had a vivid flashback of sinking his teeth into the curve of that shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin.
“I will … go on ahead,” Thor said, after a silent moment, walking down the hallway.
Tony slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. In the examining room, he’d thought up and discarded a million possible things to say to Steve once they were finally alone. Something that communicated, it was fun, don’t feel guilty, we’d better still be friends, with perhaps the opening for more hot sex in the future at your discretion?
“Sorry,” Steve said, before Tony could gather his thoughts. “For what happened, I-“
“No!” Tony blurted out, adding, at Steve’s alarmed expression, “I mean, there’s no need to be sorry. For anything. No harm, no foul. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me, because I kind of attacked you first.”
“You were under the effects of the pollen,” Steve said. “You wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“Aw, don’t be so hard on yourself, Cap, I happen to find you very fucking attractive.”
“I …” Steve blinked. “Thank you, I think.” He ducked his head again, but not before Tony caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Tony laughed. “You’re lucky I’m taking that as a compliment, big guy.” Feeling bold, he sidled a little closer. “If I weren’t so chafed right now I’d definitely be prepositioning you.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, looking pained. “I understand you completely.”
“Wanna go back to the tower and never look at anything yellow ever again?”
“Oh yes, please.” Steve said, putting an arm around Tony’s shoulder as they made their way out, together.
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That said: hot. Very hot. Poor guys being all self-conscious about it after, and even better that they found a way to make it okay.
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