Comment Fic Fest!

[garrideb]

In honor of three_weeks_for_dw, we're hosting a Steve/Tony comment fic fest. Come and leave prompts and watch as, like magic, they are filled! Or be the magic and fill prompts!

The Rules:

1. All prompts should either be Steve or Tony gen, or Steve/Tony. Other pairings are allowed as long as Steve/Tony is included. Threesomes and moresomes are fine.

2. Anonymous posting will be on. Be respectful of each other and of the characters. No bashing.

3. One prompt per comment. Fic should be posted as replies to the prompt they are filling. If a fic does not fit in one comment, separate it into multiple comments and label them 'part one', 'part two', etc., in the subject line. Feel free to write fic for prompts that have already been filled. The more the merrier!

4. If your fic contains anything in our mandatory warning policy (rape, noncon, dubcon, or underage sex, character death, and explicit torture) please warn for it in the subject line.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. And most importantly, have fun!

Comments

[cookinguptales]

Like, right here? If so, then yayyyy, I have a prompt.

Steve loves Tony and totally wants to have sex with him, but due to his upbringing and lack of experience, is completely lost as to what to do with him. Also, very apprehensive. And awkward. Thankfully, Tony is very happy to teach Steve all sorts of new things.

EDIT: I suppose the first comment in this post is now officially about porn. SEEMS APROPOS FOR THIS FANDOM.

[garrideb]

Yes, right here ;-)

Book Nerdity

[muccamukk]

Tony and Steve bond over Tolkien.

Bondage

[muccamukk]

Steve has found, over the years, that getting tied up really turns him on. Now all he has to do is figure out how to tell Tony.

Iron Man: Armoured Adventures

[muccamukk]

Tony's not sure what to make of the new kid who seems to be in all his classes.

Snuggles

[muccamukk]

The first time they slept together without having sex.

[nenya_kanadka]

Wee Tony builds things with Lego. Grownup Tony and Steve play with Lego, and argue over what they're building.

[(Anonymous)]

Steve is writing up a report in MS Word. Tony is at a boring meeting. To distract himself, Tony uses Extremis to make the MS Word paperclip say inappropriate things.

3490

[muccamukk]

Some days a even a brass knuckled woman like Natasha Stark just needs a hug. The hard thing is asking.

[snowynight]

Steve/Tony, reaching a compromise may be hard, but it can be fun for both.

Re: Snuggles

[snowynight]

It was after a long and hard face. The bruise on Steve's jaw could match his cowl. Tony's jet feet were fired. When they finally returned home (too late to their like) got out of their uniform and armour respectively, all they could do were falling on the same bed, exhausted. After one or two half-hearted kiss, Steve just held Tony in his arm, forehead touching his, and whispered to his lips, "Sleep"

They did.

The next morning Steve woke up in the usual hour and felt the weight of Tony's head on his shoulder, his mustache scratching Steve's skin, his warm breathing on him. Tony's body enveloped Steve, and he made a protesting noise when Steve tried to move.

Steve's hands lingered on Tony's back, feeling the muscle underneath. He closed his eyes again.

The morning run could wait.

[snowynight]

Steve/Tony, learning and trying each other's kink

[snowynight]

Steve &or/ Tony, a meal after a mission

Young Avengers

[muccamukk]

So close to losing Wanda and Clint, haunted by the Winter Soldier, Steve can't accept this new team of Avengers. Tony doesn't quite know what to say.

Re: Snuggles

[muccamukk]

Oh, thank you. There's lovely intimacy there. Exactly what I wanted.

[(Anonymous)]

MA Avengers, the team play Spin the Bottle. Tony cheats.

[(Anonymous)]

Ultimates; when Steve was young, he had a bad leg and marijuana was legal. Would like to see him (possibly with Thor's connivance) bake Tony some nice relaxing brownies to help him deal with pain or injury.

[(Anonymous)]

After Tony reveals his identity, and Steve and Tony have been dating a while, Steve asks Tony if he'll wear the Iron Man armour in the bedroom, because, well, Steve had some thoughts about Iron Man back in the day...

[(Anonymous)]

Steve is not a blushing innocent, but he's quite happy to pretend if it entertains Tony.

[(Anonymous)]

Tony's been a bit down recently, so for a birthday surprise, Rumiko invites Steve to join them for a threesome. He accepts, and together they cheer Tony up like whoa.

Re: Snuggles

[garrideb]

Oh, this is adorable. I love the half-hearted kisses and them just falling asleep wrapped in each other. Very sweet.

In which there is tie bondage

[truthiness_aura]

I should be working on my resume. Instead, I wrote this. /facepalm
Concrit is joy!


Steve's grown to accept the mantle of Captain America. He's learned to speak like he deserves to be heard even when he's unsure, but in private, in times of stress- with this, he feels himself going back in time to shy, tongue-tied little Stevie Rogers, flushing and blushing and fumbling his way through his words. And he's not sure he can explain this, anyway, even to Tony. It seems weird. It seems wrong, somehow, given the number of times he's been bound and held by villains; this kind of thing shouldn't be...exciting. And mostly it's not. He's never been in a holding cell that's the least bit pleasant. The little liquid quiver that stirs when they wrap him in restrains always wilts under the smell and the noise and the encompassing worry about what's going to happen next- to him, to his team, to the people depending on them. But that feeling is still there, and when he thinks about it happening in- in bed, in soft sheets, with warm rough hands and a hushed voice urging him on...
Tony's room is empty, but warm light spills from the open door of his closet.
“Steve?”
Steve closes the door behind him. “Yeah.”
“My favorite super-soldier.” Tony appears in the doorway and grins at him. A jacket draped over a hangar dangles from one hand. “You seem to have caught me improperly dressed.” The grin turns into a leer, and Steve rolls his eyes to cover the answering smile spreading across his face.
“That happens so often with you, I'm starting to get suspicious.”
Tony hangs up the jacket, then turns to give him a wounded look. “Me? Plotting to corrupt the shining pinnacle of American purity?” He comes towards Steve, loosening his tie and lowering his voice as he walks. “Never.”
Steve reaches out and grasps the tie gently, reeling Tony in the last few inches for a kiss. “You might be a little late on the purity,” he says, low and smiling, and Tony huffs out a laugh.
“Maybe just a bit. Mmm.” His mouth is warm and whiskery; he hasn't managed to get his shirt off yet, for once, and Steve takes the opportunity to stroke over his shoulders, feeling the lines of muscle through the cloth. Tony makes an approving little noise and snakes his hands over Steve's back in return, fingers slipping beneath his T-shirt, and Steve almost purrs, his hands tightening over Tony's biceps. They make out for a while, slow and hazy and pleasant, and Steve has almost forgotten what he came in there for when he feels Tony's arm between them. He's working at the tie still around his neck, slipping the length of it free of the knot, and as it slides free of Tony's neck Steve darts out a hand to catch it. It's slicker than he expects, and he ends up with the tail end pinned beneath his palm, pressed tight against Tony's chest.
Tony chuckles; Steve can feel the vibrations under his hand. “You like this tie?”
“I-” It's a nice tie, now that he looks at it, a dark red the same tint as one of Tony's armors. “Yes, but that's not-” And Steve can feel the blush coming, prickling across the back of his neck and spreading up over his cheeks. “I have something I want to ask you.”
Tony's eyes immediately focus on him. “What's that?” His voice is light, but Steve can hear the concern in it; Tony's trained himself to go for the worst-case scenario every time. Steve leans forward and kisses Tony again, quick and reassuring, and is gratified to feel him relax slightly.
“It's not important. It's nothing, really.” Steve is unconsciously twisting the tie through his hands as he speaks. “It's something... I kind of wanted to try.” And the blush is pretty much burning up his ears now, two spots of heat alight in his cheeks, but Tony's smiling at him like he has all the time in the world, and Steve grits his teeth and goes for it.
The tie is slick in his hands as he stretches out its length. Two loops, overlaid; he pulls each through the other and slips the knot over his hands. It's not perfect, and Steve twitches the fabric back and forth until the silk is tight against his wrists. The tails are long and loose, and he ducks his head down, sets his teeth in the fabric and pulls the whole thing snug. As Steve tilts his head back, tugging on the fabric, he sees Tony out of the corner of his eye. Tony's mouth is half-open; he stares at Steve, eyes flicking between the tail of red caught between his teeth and the silken shine binding his wrists together.
Steve drops the end from between his teeth; the fabric, damp from his mouth, flutters down between them. “Is this...okay? With you?”
Tony's mouth remains open for another moment. Then he licks his lips, slowly. “Yes. Yes, this is definitely okay. With me. Yes.”
Steve can feel a smile creeping over his face, threatening to overtake the blush. “Oh. I'm glad.” He lets his wrists drop. Tony catches them, cradles them in both his hands, and Steve can feel his panting breath before he sucks one of Steve's fingers into his mouth.
“You're glad,” Tony says, muffled as he licks over a thumb, and Steve has to laugh at that even as his breath catches. “Steve. Jesus.”
“Tony,” and Steve can feel that liquid curl again, low in his belly, and he arches against Tony, wanting more contact. “Ahh.” Tony's mouth is licking and sucking all over his hands, and Tony's hand is guiding him backward towards the bed. Steve falls onto the mattress, and Tony is on top of him, folding his bound hands up against his chest and moving downward. Whispering into his ear, Steve, God, you're incredible, I'm going to make you feel so good, I swear, going to suck you off until you scream, going to fuck you for hours, Jesus, Steve, and Steve is twisting and moaning, hot silk against his skin and Tony's hands and voice and mouth all around him, and this might be perfect.

[(Anonymous)]

Marvel Adventures; Steve hasn't quite caught up with celebrity culture, and has some touchingly innocent views on the integrity of the press. When he reads in a tabloid that his boyfriend Tony is dating a beautiful and talented actor/actress, he believes it. Cue Tony's frantic efforts to find out why Steve is avoiding him and dodging his calls, and why all the other Avengers are glaring at him.

Fic: Lego Compatibility

[garrideb]

"Jess said that you're using her daughter as a patsy," Steve said as he walked into the lab.

Tony heaved a sigh. "Jess has spent too much of her life as a private investigator. We don't live in a film noir."

"She may have been being dramatic, but I'd still like to know what you did to make her say that..." Steve trailed off as he saw what Tony was working on. Instead of tinkering with armor components or other high-tech gadgets, Tony was bent over a large pile of brightly colored blocks of varying shapes and sizes. "Are you playing with legos?"

"They're for Dani," Tony said, sounding just a hint defensive, like he did when someone questioned the inclusion of roller skates in his repulsor boots.

Steve fought back a smile. "You do know that Dani is three, right? These are a choking hazard."

"I know." Tony shrugged. "I'm testing them out, okay? Seeing if they've changed at all since I was a kid."

Sitting down at the work bench, Steve watched as Tony riffled through the pile, the blocks making a soft clattering noise. With a satisfied smile, Tony held up a red block that was two studs wide and four studs long, with a smooth, slopped top. He snapped it onto the top of the bulky creation he was working on.

Steve absentmindedly picked up a green base board and started picking through the pile. "You played with legos as a kid?"

"Sure. They were my favorite." He looked up from his work to flash Steve a grin. "The perfect toy for me - build, revise, break down and rebuild."

The image of a six year old Tony, sitting on the floor in the midst of half-built lego devices warmed Steve. He'd have to ask Jarvis if there were any pictures.

"Steve..." Tony's voice pulled him from his reverie and he looked up.

"Yes?"

Tony was staring at the legos in Steve's hands. "Is that supposed to be the Hydra base we've been monitoring?"

"Um..." Steve realized he'd been placing the little lego people in positions most likely for guards. "Do you see any legos with long black hair over there?"

Tony crossed his arms. "Legos are not for planning strategic ambushes. They're for inventing and building."

Steve ignored that. Shiny black plastic caught his eye, and he fished a dark-haired lego woman out of the pile, deftly snapping off her hair and putting it on a body in a green outfit. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it looks like you're building a coffee maker. I can't imagine that's an improvement on the one we have in the kitchen."

"No, but it will be functional." He snickered. "I'm going to switch out as many appliances as I can with lego ones. Screw with Peter's head."

Steve rolled his eyes, but laughed also. They were both still laughing when Jessica Jones walked in. Steve looked up at her with an innocent expression. "We're just testing them out for Dani," he said. "for when she's older."

"Et tu, Brute?" She shook her head. "Fine, scoot over and quit hogging all the fun."

Re: In which there is tie bondage

[garrideb]

“Me? Plotting to corrupt the shining pinnacle of American purity?” He comes towards Steve, loosening his tie and lowering his voice as he walks. “Never.”

So hot! You write awesome flirtation. And Steve's hesitation to admit his kink is really well done.

As Steve tilts his head back, tugging on the fabric, he sees Tony out of the corner of his eye. Tony's mouth is half-open; he stares at Steve, eyes flicking between the tail of red caught between his teeth and the silken shine binding his wrists together.

Oh geeze. Lucky, lucky Tony.