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cap_ironman2011-03-09 04:05 pm
Fic: What Have The Vikings Ever Done For Us? (NC-17)
Title: What Have The Vikings Ever Done For Us?
Author: bethany_cabe (I don't know how to make that into one of those links.)
Rating: NC-17 as.
Word Count: About 7,100
Warnings: Okay, um... threesome, light bondage, spanking, spit-roasting, double penetration, fisting, ball gags and electrostimulation. And genderswap. I swear it's not actually as heavy as that sounds, though.
Pairing: Steve/Toni/Thor. There seems to be a genderswap in there. Go figure.
Universe: As far as I can tell, it's 616 with a genderswap thrown in, so make up your own number. I also think it's some time before Toni stops drinking, but at least a bit before drinking is a problem? Could be wrong.
Steve has mastered the unusual fetishistic school of Gentlemanly Domination.
Normally Toni was much better at thinking about multiple things at once, but apparently, that was the best her brain was capable of supplying her with now. Which, she supposed, was fair. When pressed naked and face-first against a wall by a man whose shoulders were possibly wider than you were tall and your arms were extremely efficiently (if perhaps unnecessarily, given the circumstances?) laced together wrist-to-elbow behind your back - oh, and while neutrally observed by the god of thunder, and that was a hell of a variable that the Scientific Method was not equipped to consider - there probably weren't many people who could have started thinking about stock prices and the relative merits of base ten versus base sixteen mathematics. It was just that her head was generally filled with more...background noise, even when she was having sex. One simple, fascinated observation about Steve's oddly courteous man-handling on top of a more enthusiastic attention to how much she was physically enjoying herself were making Toni feel strangely abandoned inside her own skull.
It was true, though. Even when throwing her against the wall in question Steve had ensured that she hit it with the flat of her body, thus diminishing the impact and avoiding catching a hip bone or something. That was the kind of attention to detail that most girls would happily consider charming, all context aside. Toni, of course, was more impressed by his innate grasp of angles. Few things were sexier than a man who could incorporate engineering into the proceedings.
The knots tightened with a jerk - not too tightly that it pinched, mind - and then the full length of Steve's body totally eclipsed the rest of the room, pressing against her back and pinning her to the wall, and Toni bit her lip to avoid whimpering at the explosion of lust that raced from groin to stomach to heart.
"There," Steve grinned into her ear, and she did whimper at the sudden intensity of his breath and lips there, ghosting across her skin. Her breath quickened. "You look incredible - Stand still, Toni."
"I'm trying," she managed through gritted teeth. She really was, too, but he was making it hard, damn his eyes - clearly, showing a weakness during sex was exactly like showing a weakness while sparring, and was to be exploited by Captain America in the name of progress. Strong fingers swept her hair back curiously tenderly and his tongue found the sensitive skin behind her ear where bone met cartilage, his teeth just lightly grazing across her earlobe -
She jerked her head back, reining back the noise in her throat to a strangled moan, and Steve firmly worked his fingers into her hair and quite suddenly ended all ability for her to move.
"I said 'stand still'," he said pleasantly, and Toni yelped and squirmed uselessly in his grip and against the ropes, shuddering as he breathed unabashedly into her ear. "You really need to conquer that anti-authoritarian streak, you know."
Telling him to fuck off would not end well for her, Toni reflected. No matter how curious she was to see how far he was willing to go.
"It's been said," she ground out instead, panting, her voice twisting as his tongue caressed her ear sensuously once more. As slow tortures went, Toni had definitely had worse, but dammit that didn't remove the torture side of the experience as the sensation moved to 'overwhelming', and she cried out and yanked her head back again -
Obviously, she'd have had more luck head butting the wall.
"Stop it!" she pleaded, and Steve laughed (although he drew back slightly to do so, thereby still subjecting her to the massively erotic sensation of his breath but not, considerately, deafening her in the process.)
"What do you think?" he asked happily, and Toni managed to stiffen.
From her angle and with the blockade of Steve's shoulder, she could see the corner of Steve's bed and the door to the en suite, and the rest of the section of wall she was currently plastered to. Thor was somewhere behind her, entirely out of view, and her attempt to turn her head to look at him was utterly thwarted by Steve's fingers, still woven inescapably into her hair. What were Norse gods into, anyway? Toni wondered, as a rustle of cape announced movement. What sort of kink did divinity provide? Well; allegedly he was born of the collective subconscious of his worshippers, so did Vikings ever report strange fetishes? Did they pass anything weird along that had hung around over the intervening millennium -?
It was behind her head, but she knew it was Thor's fingers that trailed down her arm, and not Steve's. For one thing, Steve only had two hands, and one was tangled in her hair while the other held her right hip, reinforcing her position against the wall. But she'd have known it was Thor anyway, because according to all of Toni's research of both theory and subject thus far the Super Soldier Serum did not include bioelectrogenesis as a side effect, and the path the fingers trailed down her upper arm tingled as though charged.
Toni caught her breath, and held as still as she could.
"I think you are right," Thor rumbled, and was that a hint of a smile in his voice? "I think she is indeed too anti-authoritarian, as you say. And I would see more of her."
"She is worth looking at," Steve agreed, as though discussing the merits of New York's tourist attractions. "Bed? We could -"
"Perhaps," Thor allowed. "Or, perhaps not..."
Maybe he pointed. Steve laughed, anyway, and Thor moved away to apparently cause the sound of things being forcefully pushed to the floor, and Toni damn near trembled in anticipation for what they were about to do with her. She was definitely missing her three o'clock, she reflected. Definitely. This was already infinitely more interesting than a progress report on artificial limb manufacture that she'd already read, and besides, there seemed to be a good chance that she wouldn't be allowed to leave until both Steve and Thor were willing to let her anyway...
Steve's arm looped easily around her waist, his other hand letting go of her hair as he swung her away from the wall dizzyingly quickly to half-drag, half-carry her across the room towards - Toni stared. Thor had calmly re-positioned the enormous writing desk that Steve did most of his drawing on (in spite of Toni's objections that he'd get a bad back, and that easels would be far better) into the middle of the room, shorn of its usual cheerful clutter, and then retreated to lean against the wall again, arms folded, watching them with interest. Really? she thought, dazed, as Steve bent her over it and held her down with one hand between her shoulder blades. A desk? It was almost disappointing. She'd had desk sex possibly more often than the bed kind. It probably counted as vanilla by her standards. Missionary was kinkier.
"You know," she grinned, "I was really bracing myself then for more of a whips-and-chains vibe. This is just like being in the office."
"Really?" Steve snorted. "You let people tie you up in your office?"
"Have you met Pepper?"
"I don't even slightly believe you," Steve said, and she felt him shifting behind her, his body moving against the backs of her thighs.
"Rhodey, then-?"
His hand smacked across her leg, not quite high enough to be her ass, not quite low enough to be her thigh, and then again on her other leg for good measure. Toni yelped, surprised, her back automatically flexing and trying to rise, but it was again a pointless exercise. Steve's hand held her immobile, as easily as if she were inanimate.
"No," he said conversationally, as the after-sting sent another ball of lust burning between her legs and left her panting. "I still don't believe you. And stop talking unless you're asked something. Okay?"
Argh, the temptation...
"Okay."
Good. Take that, Pepper. She had self-preservation sometimes.
"Excellent," Steve said dryly. "We'll see how long that lasts, anyway."
"Not long, I'd wager," Thor contributed from his vantage point against the wall. "Her tongue is not easily stilled -"
Toni might have just protested at that anyway, but she didn't hear the end of Thor's sentence because three fingers suddenly and without warning plunged inside her, and rather than speaking she could only cry out involuntarily, her eyes sliding closed to savour the intrusion. Steve had big hands. Three of his fingers easily equalled a normal man's cock, at least in width, and he crooked them -
She thought they might be talking above her, but Toni ignored them as she moaned wordlessly. Steve was pumping his fingers in and out of her unhurriedly, his movements casual, his other hand unyielding on her back, and Toni pulled at the ropes as she writhed slightly. God it felt good, and she wanted more; without noticing Steve had spread her legs wide, or perhaps she'd done it herself, in silent invitation or -
A fourth finger joined in the fun, and Toni really hoped they were both into loud women, because throttling that back just wasn't going to happen. She could feel her body being stretched, that feeling of being laid open and exposed, and she revelled in it, arching into it as best as she could given that, dammit, Steve still wasn't giving her an inch and her arms might as well have been amputated for all that she could use them -
His thumb pushed in, carefully but inexorably, heralding his entire fist and admitting the start of his wrist, and Toni nearly screamed. She was dimly aware of another hand stroking her cheekbone affectionately but it was far too complicated to try to focus on, all things considered, so instead she focused on the stretched, filled sensation, the friction, the gathering, tingling warmth between her legs that was creeping up on her -
And the hand yanked back out of her, abrupt and unannounced, the sudden feeling of frustrated loss almost over whelming.
"Oh, come on," Toni breathed, panting, and cried out as Steve's hand struck her ass again once, twice, three times, leaving a streak of moisture that overlaid the sting with a slight chill.
"What did I say?" he asked archly, and Thor - when had he come that close? - laughed heartily above her head.
"She will not heed us for long, I think," he boomed. "Possibly a stronger lesson is required?"
"I think you're right," Steve said, and Toni just about had time to think You bastards before Steve's finger pressed into her ass, and corkscrewed its way in, and worked her open and then, then, he thrust his entire erection into her below that up to the hilt and Toni screamed as the double penetration worked its magic almost instantly, the warmth back and growing and spreading as Steve thrusted and pushed a second finger into her ass and hammered at her, and she was going to come, was going to -
And then he stopped fucking moving.
"What is wrong with you?" Toni cried out, trying desperately to writhe under his hand, and getting precisely nowhere. "Seriously?! Do you know how this works?!"
"Well, apparently you don't," Steve grinned slyly. He thrust into her once, hard, and as Toni groaned and tried to get the stars to clear from her vision the hand between her shoulder blades moved and gripped her hair again. "Thor?"
"Of course."
The hand pulled, firmly (although not painfully - Gentlemanly Domination), and Toni found her head was suddenly pulled back and facing forwards, staring directly at Thor's crotch. Which was no longer clothed. As she watched, his massive hand, calloused from wielding the hammer that now hung from his belt, just inches from her face, reached beneath his waistband and pulled out his fully erect cock.
Clearly, the Vikings had had masculine imaginations. Or possibly very wishful ones. She might just lose an eye, here.
"Since you will not be silent on command," Thor murmured, echoing Steve's odd tenderness from earlier as he stroked Toni's hair back from her face, "then it seems we must take further steps to ensure that you are."
Steve thrust into her again, hard, twisting his fingers, and as Toni cried out -
Classic, she thought with faint approval as Thor's cock moved unstoppably into her open mouth, swallowing her shout and stretching her jaw. Hastily, she thrust her tongue forward, flattening it as best she could. There was a lot of him to go, and she doubted he was going to be content with a mere few inches of stimulation - and sure enough there he went, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat and Toni breathed in as she stretched out her throat muscles, fighting back her gag reflex with the ease of long practice.
Which it was a damn good job she had. Thor didn't press all the way in, and even so, it was more than Toni had ever taken, although if she poked out her tongue she could just about touch his balls, an attempt that earned her an approving rumble from above. Breathing might be a challenge, ultimately, she thought, and how was this about to work anyway? Because a thrust from Thor could very easily remove her head.
"Good girl," Thor murmured, and Toni felt his hand tingling its way along one shoulder and arm. "Well, my friend. I think we may proceed."
"Good," Steve said, and started thrusting again, and this time he didn't stop. The orgasm that had been twice denied her leapt back into existence almost immediately, now apparently building to be twice as strong with every available entrance to her body being filled, the pleasure intensified, and when it finally hit her vision just about whited out, her fingers and toes tingling and Thor withdrawing just far enough to let her breathe as she screamed around him, the sound muffled by his cock as the waves of pleasure racked her body. But; they didn't stop. The second Toni could stop screaming, some semblance of control back, Thor pushed himself irresistibly back in, his fingers gripping and slightly denting the table in front of her face as the force of Steve's thrusts pounded her back and forth on Thor. And behind her, Steve twisted his fingers inside her, added a third -
She came three more times before Steve finally did, his urgency and suddenly clenching fingers bringing her off again. Toni knew they were pausing, though, because of Thor. He left himself only partly in her mouth, functioning purely as a gag as he spoke quietly above her, sentences she only managed to start listening to after a second of laboured breathing and blinking back to normal vision.
"...for a moment," he was saying, one hand stroking her ear and jawbone affectionately, and raising the hairs on her skin. "And besides; I would see more of her again before my release. There are things it may be enjoyable to try."
"Okay," Steve said agreeably. He pulled his hand free of her and then pulled carefully out, letting go of her hair as Thor's free hand descended between her shoulder blades to keep her down. And it was an interesting difference between the two, Toni reflected abstractly as she panted, her heart racing. Steve could hold her so easily, and utterly inescapably, as though she were trying to push against a pillar. But with Thor, Toni lay as obediently still as she could, because the strength there went beyond explanation. She might as well have tried pushing against the earth itself, and she'd probably have had better luck.
"I've found it," Steve volunteered from somewhere else in the room, and a thrill of excitement twisted in Toni's stomach. "Do you want to do it now?"
"I would like you to put it on her," Thor returned, because, apparently, Thor really liked watching foreplay and preparation. Toni shifted slightly, and subsided at the slight, warning increase in pressure from his hand. "If you would."
"No problem," Steve said warmly, because, apparently, Steve really liked doing things for other people to make them happy, because he was Captain goddamn America, dammit. There was a pause, his footfalls padding closer across the carpet, and Toni shivered as his hand took her shoulder firmly. Thor let go and withdrew from her mouth, watching again, and as Steve pulled her upright she worked her jaw, savouring the dull ache in it.
"I'm not doing bukakke, you know," she said conversationally as she fell back against his chest. Her legs trembled slightly. "It really wasn't an experience to repeat, and anyway, the cleanup is a bitch and a half."
"I knew you couldn't stay quiet," Steve said, and suddenly her mouth was forced open again, and the taste of cold, solid rubber blossomed across her tongue. Her exclamation of surprise was choked off, and Thor smiled, his eyes tracking over her. "Honestly, Toni, I can only hope you don't talk back to super villains like this."
And she desperately wanted to say, 'Of course I do. Do you see these scars?' Dammit, he had a point. And dammit so did Pepper and Rhodey and everyone else. She officially only shut up when wrestled into a ball gag, although by the way, Steve kept a ball gag in his room? Really?
"Now," Steve said, and the bastard was definitely grinning as he fastened the straps, the leather settling comfortably over her cheeks. "One unspeaking Toni, which Clint always told me could never happen. Where do you want her?"
"Hold her a moment," Thor said, and moved forward.
He was enormous, of course. Objectively Toni knew that, and she'd never seen him as anything else. But it was an interesting scientific phenomenon, as it turned out, that when naked, bound and gagged and held in place to await him Thor doubled in size in the eye of the beholder. He smiled as he bore down on her now, one lock of blond hair catching in the sunlight before being shaken away impatiently, and he raised one finger to her face, running it lightly along the strap of the gag where it met the skin of her cheek.
"Tighten it," he said softly after a moment. In spite of herself, Toni laughed, the sound muffled. Vikings imagined restraint kinks, it seemed, and really Thor was a gift to historians. How many ever sent him fan mail to ask about civilisations gone by? she wondered. She would have, if she'd chosen history over engineering. And if she hadn't actually met him, meaning she could just ask -
The straps tightened, digging in restrictively and sinking the ball further into her mouth unyieldingly. A small noise escaped her throat that made Thor nod with approval, and his fingers trailed down to her jaw.
"Good," he rumbled, and suddenly Toni was very aware of his touch, the soft tingle after it, the raised hairs all over her body, the racing of her heart in her chest, the smell of ozone in the air like the smell of rain, and she quivered as his fingertips skipped down her neck and along her collar bones. Electricity, she thought, the sudden spike of adrenaline almost making her mouth run dry in spite of the gag. Fucking hell. He could control electricity, and there were clouds gathering outside the window over his shoulder, and his fingers ran smoothly down one breast to her nipple -
The spark was tiny, leaping from Thor's fingertip onto her nipple in a sudden stinging streak of fire that shot straight from nipple to clitoris, apparently, without bothering to stop anywhere along the way. She didn't hear the sound she made at it, although Thor seemed to like it. But she was aware of how much she jumped, because one of Steve's arms wrapped around both of hers while his other hand rose and closed commandingly over her throat, holding her head still against his shoulder. And suddenly Toni was very, very horny again, as though she hadn't just come five times.
"Nice," Steve grinned. "I didn't know you could do it on that small a scale."
"Aye," Thor said, with evident satisfaction. His hand trailed across her chest, and Toni didn't quite bite back the whimper. He smiled. "I rarely have cause to do so. 'Tis not often a villain requires such delicate handling -"
The tiny mini-lightning flared again and Toni jerked and cried out, twisting vainly in Steve's grip. Neither paid attention to it.
"And in any case," Thor continued, running one finger down her sternum, down her stomach, over her navel... "I do not often lie with mortal women. Asgardians can take more. Mortals require more... finesse."
His finger ran down the last few inches of her stomach, pausing just at the cleft of her labia, and Toni whined and squirmed, the movement almost negligible. The lust was back in full force, roiling and churning between her legs but held so carefully in check, the tingling, taunting tip of his finger just too high to bring even the slightest relief, but too low to be ignored. Thor caught her eye, and held it.
"Very well," he said, satisfied, watching her. "She is receptive, it seems. And are you ready once more, my friend? There is no hurry, of course."
"I'm good," Steve smiled, and Toni realised he was indeed hard again, his erection pressing firmly against her ass. "She keeps wriggling. And possibly there's ambient electricity that's helping. I'm sure Toni would explain if she could."
"No doubt." Thor grinned, the tingling from his finger intensifying for a moment, and through the haze of near-desperate want Toni upgraded the Viking Restraint Fetish to Vikings Just Really Liked Gags. Automatically she tried to move her hips, to jerk them upward to slide Thor's finger lower, but it didn't work. He simply moved it upwards with her, and then gave her an admonishing look.
"Misbehaviour will not be tolerated," he told her, and put both hands on her nipples and shocked them both, creating an explosion of fire in each that made her scream and arch her back and was only matched by the explosion of fire between her legs. "I will touch you where I wish, and you will neither stop me nor seek to move me."
"Honestly, Toni," Steve mock-sighed, and suddenly she was bent over and facing the floor, hanging from her bound arms held in one of his while his other hand smacked her ass, repeatedly this time, each stinging, thudding impact shooting through to her clitoris. "It's almost like you want to be punished. Is this part of that famous Stark self-hatred? You know I don't approve."
And how did he get the amount of force just right like that? Inherent engineering again, Toni thought. If she weren't already wet to the point of declaring monsoon season that probably would have done it. The number of strikes hit forty before she lost count to the sensation, and between them both there was a very good chance that she was about to come just from being hit, the desperate whine in her throat speeding up -
But, of course, he denied her. Apparently Steve really was a god-damned sadist.
"Now then," he said cheerfully, and started walking towards the bed, dragging her with him by the arms, still bent over. It may have been merry, but Toni could hear the Command Nuance in his voice, the one that meant whatever he was saying was an order, dammit, so do as he said or you get court-marshalled, Clint, and he's a step away from calling you 'Mister', too. She'd heard it so many times. She'd never heard it in this context, though. "Now, for the rest of the afternoon, Toni, you are going to behave yourself and do as you're told. Thor has just gone to the effort of stripping off for you, and you are going to treat that gratefully like the honour it is, understand? And that means you stop acting like you're entitled to receive anything from us."
They reached the bed, and Toni realised Thor was, indeed, lying naked upon it, propped up on his elbows and with his lower legs over the edge. Christ he was big. He was a fraction too big for her tastes, really; as much as she liked muscles on a man there came a point where you were looking at a man on some muscles instead, which Thor was. Although she was in no way unhappy or repulsed by it, it had to be said. It was just a shame Steve had spent so much of the afternoon behind her, because he looked incredible naked in a, you know, perfect human kind of way.
"It means," Steve continued now, lifting her with an arm around the waist as though she were made of paper and settling her on Thor's lap, below his cock, "that anything we give you is because we decided to be generous. Not because you imagine you deserve it. Yes?"
The gag had a happy silver lining. It actively prevented her from back chatting them. Toni bit into it, and managed to nod. Steve snorted.
"Don't think I can't tell what you just thought," he said dryly, walking back to the desk and proving himself freakishly psychic. "Thor? Would you?"
That was so unfair.
"Indeed," Thor smiled lazily, and the sparks flew, and Toni writhed uselessly in his hands for a moment until she could get a grip on her own brain again and look back down. "You are beautiful, Antonia. Especially when you lose control. I find it highly enjoyable to watch you do so."
She shifted slightly. That was the kind of sentiment she was actually never good at hearing, probably because of the sincerity; Toni had long since mastered the art of making armour, both mentally and physically. Thor watched her for a moment, a faint smile on his face -
And then he gripped her around the waist, hoisted her up above his cock and lowered her onto it.
It was a lot like being skewered, although admittedly, she didn't know what that felt like. Those pesky Vikings had made Thor really well-endowed, and at half the way down Toni wondered if she physically had room for this. At three quarters she became acquainted with areas of her cervix she'd never met before. With about an inch to go progress stopped and Thor paused, frowning, lifted her an inch - a move that very nearly made her come again, there and then - changed the angle slightly and then drove her down his shaft until she was sitting squarely on his lap, and Toni wondered if he was pressing on her diaphragm.
"If you touch me I think I'll come, now," was what she wanted to say. The heat between her legs burned, a steady promise of release and satisfaction that was screaming at her to move, to rub herself against Thor and...
Except that clearly wouldn't go down well, and he obviously had no fear of using electro stimulation and orgasm denial as methods of punishment, so Toni forced herself to sit still, skewered onto his lap and trembling with desire, while she waited for either him or Steve to do something.
"Good girl," Thor was saying, the approval back in his eyes. "The Captain is nearly ready. So, in the mean time..."
He reached up, looked tenderly into her eyes, and tightened the god-damned gag again. Another muffled, choked-off noise escaped her as the straps dug into her cheeks, the ball sinking back into her mouth far enough that it pulled back her lips just enough to be painful, and her tongue was completely and utterly trapped to the floor of her mouth. Thor smiled as he tied it off, and stroked her cheek.
"Speak," he commanded.
Toni blinked. She stared at him.
"Hmm," Thor said, and took both of her nipples between his fingers; nowhere near hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that they were very much caught in his grip, and Toni trembled. "I will only give you that one hesitation. Speak."
Kinky bastard. Vikings were definitely into restraint of speech then. Maybe it was a Middle Ages hatred of women thing.
Which she told him, or tried to. It was interesting how little she could immediately think of to say; it was a lot like telling people she was multi-lingual, at which point the usual response was 'Ooh, say something in Japanese!' and suddenly there was no sentence in the world that would actually come to mind. She wasn't normally at risk of sexual electrocution, though, so her theories on Viking sexual politics seemed as good as anything else. And, as it turned out, wildly appropriate, because the moment the first mangled, unintelligible word passed her lips Thor actually got harder.
It was mostly swearing after that.
"I'm ready," she heard Steve laughing behind her, and called him a bastard for it. "Can you tip her forward?"
"Of course," Thor said graciously, and pulled her forward to a forty-five degree angle by her nipples, flattening his palms against her lower breasts and rib cage to take her weight. It made the mast of his cock shift inside her and Toni moaned, fighting every nerve ending to keep still. "Enough?"
"That's plenty," Steve said, and his extremely slick fingers found their way back to her ass and pushed in imperiously, two of them. It was enough to make her throw her head back and cry out, her eyes closing and fingers clawing at her elbows, but it was an indulgence she wasn't allowed for long as Thor pinched her nipples, pulling her dazed mind back down to him.
"I did not say you could stop," he said archly. "Speak."
The Stefan-Boltzmann Formula for the luminosity of a black body came to her aid; hastily broken down into its smaller equations too, although she was pretty sure she mixed up a good seven variables and would have been laughed at by Reed. But Thor twitched inside her, an act that might have just ruptured her spleen for all Toni knew, and Steve went from two to three to four fingers before she had to break off, eyes closed, grasping for control -
"Well done," Steve told her gently, stroking her back with his free hand (because he was a Gentleman, all contexts aside.) "And well-guessed. You don't get to come again yet until we're ready. Understand?"
The near-overwhelming wave of lust and pleasure dropped slightly, and Toni nodded, holding herself as still as she could. Steve squeezed her shoulder.
"Good," he said warmly, sounding oddly proud. "Now start talking again. It's hot."
Oh, for the love of... well, Thor, at this stage. Toni gritted her teeth around the ball, and began on RANS equations, her voice garbled into nothing that resembled human speech.
They did try to help her, though, as much as two men who had taken the sexual organs of her body hostage and were driving her to the brink of sexual frenzy could. As Steve fucked her with his fingers he did it slowly, keeping them entirely straight, and the pressure Thor exerted on her nipples increased to Painful Enough To Be Distracting each time she wavered, but overall it just ratcheted the tension higher inside her. When Steve pushed in his thumb, smirking over her shoulder as he anally fisted her, Toni nearly screamed, and it was only Thor reaching up with one hand and pressing the ball even deeper into her mouth that provided a sufficient distraction.
"Alright," Steve said at last, after what Toni was relatively sure had been an eternity of some description. Carefully, he pulled out his fist, wringing another moan from her, and then climbed onto the bed behind her. "I think we're good to go. Thor?"
"Indeed," Thor almost purred. He repositioned both hands on her breasts, fingers kneading gently, as Toni felt Steve lining up with her ass, the head of his cock pressing against her, sliding easily forward and in -
He wasn't as big as Thor, Toni knew that. He felt like he was, though. Steve was, of course, well over average thanks to that good old serum, in an even-porn-stars-would-be-jealous way. He wasn't divine, however. It was funny how anal sex could really screw with your perceptions that way.
She'd never felt that... full. The feeling of total satisfaction from them both was incredible, especially once Steve's hips came flush against her ass, his fingers gripping her hips dominantly, and the feeling of strength she got from them both was almost electrifying in its own right if it hadn't been for Thor's little trick. Her arms were bound back; but it didn't matter. She could never have escaped either of them, and certainly not both. It was strangely intoxicating.
And then Steve started to move, the rhythm strong and unwavering, and before she could even think that maybe she shouldn't the heat and friction and stretched sensation overwhelmed her and she came so hard she couldn't think.
They didn't stop, though. When the spasms finally stopped and Toni could open her eyes, her immediate observation that she was, by now, drooling uncontrollably onto Thor's chest, and it was weird that he didn't seem to mind was instantly overtaken by the sensation of overstimulation. Which unfairly blossomed into a forced orgasm as Thor proved it wasn't just his fingers he could make lightning from -
"You really are beautiful, you know," Steve murmured into her ear as she stopped screaming, and settled into a steady whimper. "I love looking at you. Do you know how long I've been wanting to do this to you?"
Ah. Gentlemanly dirty talk. The man was nothing if not consistent. Fuck girl in ass, tell girl she is beautiful and inform of long-held love for same. Since coming out of the ice, was probably going to be the answer -
"Since I met you," Steve whispered. "More or less. Especially since I found out who you were, and discovered just how amazing you are. And there's a very good chance I might be in love with you, Toni Stark."
It was sweet, in an anachronistic, forties kind of way. She'd have to remember to tell him not to use it on everyone he slept with, because there were plenty of people who'd believe him and besides, it was hardly necessary these days. But it was a pleasant pretence nonetheless, and as he bent to her and kissed her shoulder (without losing rhythm - the wonders of that serum) Toni found she could almost believe him.
Steve came twice more after that; Toni lost count of her own tally, or the ability to think meaningfully at all after a while. It was a long time before Thor came, and when he did the thunder that crashed outside, followed the the swirl of rain-scented air that flooded in, was the most beautiful sensation of Toni's life. Steve had to gently lift her off them both once they were done, and presumably they did something involving clean up and untying her, but she barely noticed. She drifted on the softly metallic smell of the rain, the hands that tenderly stroked her, the quiet, happy voices undercut by the dissipating thunder, and she savoured the aching muscles that trembled and rebelled if she even thought about moving. It was a good ache, Toni decided. It was a happy ache. It was nice...
God, she was exhausted, though. She was dimly aware of being moved, and laid out properly on the bed, and of Steve and Thor lying down on either side of her in a protective cocoon that smelled masculine, punctuated by the scents of leather and ozone and salt that clung to their skin. She was vaguely aware of the blissful feeling of safety, and acceptance. It -
Her phone rang, and Toni groaned, the step out of sub-space depressingly quick as her sub-conscious unceremonially kicked her back to the land of the living. Wearily, she flung out an arm for it, and swore as the pain flared in her strained shoulder.
"Hey." Steve's hand closed around her wrist, and laid it down next to her as though it were a fragile thing liable to break at any second. Behind her, Thor wrapped an enormous arm around her waist. "It's okay. I'll get it."
"It's probably Pepper," Toni yawned. "I'm supposed to be in a meeting..."
Steve froze with the phone clasped in one hand, her jeans in the other, and looked at Thor in trepidation.
"Really?" he said, uneasily. "And we're keeping you from it? We can out-run Pepper, right?"
"I can teleport us away," Thor offered solemnly as Toni chuckled and took the phone. "But, I fear, we should have to never return."
"Pepper," Toni said tiredly, grinning as she connected the call. Even holding the phone to her ear was taxing... "How's tricks?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"Are you drunk?" Pepper's voice asked suspiciously after a moment.
"What? No!"
"Because you left at twelve saying you were going to find a stress-reliever and haven't even called since to warn me about the fact that you are now ten minutes late for a meeting," Pepper said sourly. "And you are not sounding your usual alert self, Toni."
Toni sighed, and pushed the phone at Steve.
"Tell her I'm not drunk, would you?" she said, and almost purred as he took the phone in one hand and dropped the other to the top of her head, trailing his fingernails along her scalp.
"Hello, Pepper?" Steve said, and paused. "No, I... Yes, I'm with her at the moment. She's not drunk, don't worry. Just tired."
There was another pause, and a faint blush appeared on Steve's cheeks. Toni grinned.
"Um," he said. "Well, she's been... um..."
"Just tell her you've been spit-roasting me with Thor," Toni said, shaking her head. "Really, she'll only imagine it anyway if you don't."
"I doubt that," Thor murmured.
"Hang on," Steve said, and thrust the phone back into her hand with a Look. "I'm not telling her that. And only partly because I don't like the terminology."
"Love doing it, though," Toni grinned, and put the phone back to her ear, ignoring another Look. "Anyway, Pep, listen-"
"At some point I'll leave, you know," she told her conversationally, and Toni managed to pretend the very idea didn't make her panic. "And I'd love to see how you manage this large and multi-faceted company with agency staff."
"Raise?"
"You've given me three in the last year. I don't even know what I'd spend it on."
"Alright," Toni sighed. "I'm sorry. Look; tell the team that I'm very sorry I couldn't be there but I've already read the report and I like their solution to the weight ratios. Also tell them I'll be down to the lab in person first thing tomorrow to see it all myself."
"Fine." There was a brief pause, and then Pepper's voice returned, now with an affected edge of salacious gossip. "Okay. And do I assume the reason for your absence and current tiredness is extracurricular training with Captian America?"
"Partly," Toni grinned, and Pepper laughed.
"Tell me no details," she said. "But try not to tarnish the national treasure too badly, would you? There are some things PR can't dig you out of."
"Oh, who tarnished whom?" Toni muttered, but she smiled as she hung up and threw the phone vaguely at the floor. "Although I'll admit, I definitely assumed you'd be more vanilla than that."
"People always do," Steve shrugged, blushing again. It was a wildly endearing habit, Toni felt, especially given that it hid any number of kinks. "I don't know why. It's like they imagine everyone in the past had sex only through a sheet with a hole in the middle or something."
"The Victorians did," Toni grinned. "And I think if the number of people who believe in Leonardo DaVinci knowing the real secrets of the Last Supper has taught us anything, it's that most people view The Past as being one big place where everything happened at once. And anyway, you're the epitome of ultimate good. I think most people imagine you're celibate."
"I find my reputation is mixed," Thor rumbled thoughtfully, while Steve gave her her third Look. "Some I meet hold a similar view to that which is held of the Captain. Others believe I am wanton, and lie with mortal women frequently."
"Scholars, then," Toni grinned, and somewhat surprisingly got gently poked in the ribs, making her twitch and giggle.
"Not all myths of me are true," he said good-naturedly. "Just as not all stories of you are true."
"Well, sexually speaking, they usually are," Toni snorted. "I'm what's known as a slut. It comes of having ovaries and a libido."
"I hate that," Steve said quietly, and she glanced at him. He was watching the far wall, his brows darkened like on the old recruitment posters of him in the schools and museums of America, as though the ideals of Nazism were lurking behind the desk. "There are so many men who do that. Well-known men, even ones with families. They don't get anywhere near as much bad press as you do. And yet this is supposed to be a nation of equals."
He was genuinely upset, Toni noted, with a faint surprise she mentally kicked herself for. Of course he was a feminist, it was Steve. He probably rescued injured birds, too. Hell, he probably rescued injured rats. She looked at the angrily furrowed brow, and decided to interject humour to smooth it out again.
"You've already taken me to bed, you know."
"And I knew you'd say that," Steve sighed, looking down at her with exasperated affection, and he ran a finger down the side of her face. It was - actually quite unnerving, in fact. It had been quirkily charming that they both kept doing that during the sex; in the pillow talk she'd expected more distance again. "You're a mess, Toni Stark."
"It's been said," she said, slightly thrown.
When sleep came, it found him holding her hand tightly, and she wondered.
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I have to admit, I was fairly uncomfortable while reading this
Though the smut was pretty darn hot.
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...but it's amazing how things are in a different light with a genderflip isn't it? ...but that was even mentioned in fic, with Toni's theory about Viking's love of gags...
It's just, dude, I'm just a totally Fail!Feminist for liking Dom!Steve so much.
but at least it's not as bad as my hots for The Comedian, especially since I'm Asian, wtf my brain?Re: discomfort
There is no feminist failing in loving Dom!Steve, mind. He's totally the caring!Dom type. (Although Comedian? Really? Your brain is awesome.)
Anyway - thanks!
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Well, possibly - as long as that's good braindead...
Thanks!
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But anyway - thanks for commenting! Especially given that it's not your kink of choice either.
lol, you could add a more spoilerly summary
Starring Thor's thundercock!
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It was actually a very strangely timed post for me, because I have just been wondering about gender-swap [you might see a post on it sometime in the not-so-far-off-future] and how it applies to Tony's and Steve's stories, both origins and the actual adventures (and to some extent reader/fandom reactions to those... ¬_¬;) and wow, fandom does seem uncomfortable with het m/f D/S does it? o_O;
Anyway! AWESOME JOB! You made me comment on NC-17 fic! (Not something I do all that often!) d^_^b
The discomfort is a power dynamics thing
Power dynamics issue is also why I'm more comfortable shipping Steve/Tony and Tony/Steve, then Rhodey/Tony and Tony/Rhodey, I KNOW Rhodey and Tony are BFFs and sweet on each other, but there are just sooo many issues, racial AND class (like, outside of the Avengers, I think pretty much all of Tony's friends work for him, and even with the Avengers, their funding come from the Maria Stark Foundation. The potential squick in Tony/Steve is balanced out by Steve being Captain America and recognized as such.
...and the discomfort is, hot as this is, however obviously consensual the whole thing is, when read as a whole, there is a few moments here and there, where without the context, or even within the context, it is easy for feelings of non-con to be triggered:
there seemed to be a good chance that she wouldn't be allowed to leave until both Steve and Thor were willing to let her anyway...
"Misbehaviour will not be tolerated," he told her, and put both hands on her nipples and shocked them both, creating an explosion of fire in each that made her scream and arch her back and was only matched by the explosion of fire between her legs. "I will touch you where I wish, and you will neither stop me nor seek to move me."
Her arms were bound back; but it didn't matter. She could never have escaped either of them, and certainly not both.
I've read scenarios like this in many a Steve/Tony and even the Steve&Thor/Tony without blinking an eye, but it's different now that Tony is a woman, because even with the context, even when it's closely followed by "it was strangely intoxicating", the fact that some of those bits have appear more frequently in contexts that aren't consensual, is squicky.
This fic is still hot though, and it is because of the squicks I just mentioned, that I feel the sweetness brick at the end is very necessary. The handholding AND the discussion of society's sexual double standards. There is always this fear, that when one is a woman, one is easily dismissed as an unknowing madonna or an uncontrollable whore. ...and part of the context squick is that when Tony is doing this with Steve and Tony, however loving the three of them are, there are probably people talking about it in bars, in a degrading fashion.
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I did toy with the idea of writing a follow-up fic to this, actually, to attempt to address some of the Issues held within, but I haven't gotten around to it yet, and I'm not sure I will. I don't think there's sufficient interest overall, really.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, by the by!
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*shrugs* Since, clearly in this scenario, we have arrived at a Toni not so different from Tony despite her gender (she's still a genius, an engineer, a CEO, still Iron (Person), presumably still once designed weapons and doesn't anymore for more or less the same reasons, [still loves sex! ^_~]) and like you said the power dynamics are still in case of Toni as Tony [it's not like male!Tony would be able to help it anymore than female!Tony if things started becoming icky], I guess the implication that while its ok for a male character to let go of his tensions and relax in whatever way he wants but not for a female character (in more or less the same circumstances even. In fact, you could say that since Toni is obviously being held to higher scrutiny/ expectation by the public, she has even more reason to need to unwind in private in whatever way she chooses to) makes me much more uncomfortable than any *choice* made by that female character.
I guess, certain parts could be read a squicky *out-of-context* but then that's true for anything.
I guess, even a female dominated space like fandom isn't free from gender expectations and filling certain roles (even if those expectations are different from 'out in RL') But then, that's probably part of being human, huh? [[Bear with me, while I have been reading fanfic for a long long while, I never knew all the discussion/meta/other stuff that goes on in fandom until I was actually part of this one (my first!) and even then my fic-reading fandoms were quite different from this genre, so even if all this stuff has been discussed to death elsewhere, all these attitudes are sort of new and surprising to me! ^_^) I was just very ?_?;'d by the feedback this rather very well-written fic received.
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the very personal squick
Such as:
soft = queer = feminine = weak = No Rights For You
...and Real Woman Don't Wear Dresses is so silly, but the mindset is there for a reason. It was a long time before I admitted to myself that I do like dolls As Well As robots because I've been told that I can't like robots, I must like dolls, and it somehow came out as, if I like dolls, then I can't like robots...and when robots = male = greater freedom and dolls = female = restrictions, you can see which way I went...
Here, it's not even dressings, it's submissive role versus dominant role, it's sexplay and it's by choice, but for me, the squicky feeling is, if I enjoy this, then good god, some people are going to see it (or use it) as Me Revealing That I Don't Really Want The Vote after all! It's complete bullshit, but, it's there ya know? This is porn, it does it job well, I get aroused, and then I get squicked with What Does This Say About Me when really it's not MY problem that some people would make a problem of it though now I've internalized it as a problem I dOn'T eVen -
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Regarding Ults!genderswap: I honestly don't know because I don't remember writing it, but actually I'd guess not - I'm not a big Ultimates fan, and haven't read much. I have written genderswap!Tony elsewhere before, though, and usually I follow a few rules: firstly, try to make her witty, and secondly, given that she'd have had to have worked twice as hard to get to that position than man!Tony and girls are usually pushed towards arts instead of sciences, her area of knowledge is likely to be wider and more detailed. I think it does sometimes cause a bit of Ults crossover, though.
Massively looking forward to a post on genderswap from you, you know. MASSIVELY.
And thanks again for commenting!
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Yeah, about that post, I'm sort of thinking it might be a touchy topic? Idk, like I said I had very little idea of all the stuff that goes on in fandoms beyond the fanwork production and didn't really know about all this stuff, until I went on a fem!Tony binge and noticed certain things across fic (and then made this comment and too late! researched some more... -_-; I'll definitely be writing it, but maybe in my own journal? *thinky*
Oh and by the way? Thank you for maybe-sorta-perhaps having given me a rather unrealizable-in-RL-kink. (damn those mini!lightning storms!!! >:[!) ;P
Oh silly gal, science provides!
I'm still waiting for this Not Safe For Work (http://www.ghastlycomic.com/d/20020505.html) game to be realised. I'll run away with you, Mr.Sentient Armour, IF you get a few upgrades...
nevermind, it's not just Oh Japan this time
Wow, I have to wonder about the safety though, since, I already remember hearing that since sex toys aren't regulated, it's better to bag it because some of the material might be Toxic...
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It shouldn't be touchy - this is only unusual territory here not because of the genderswap, or even the bondage, but the D/s; it tends not to come up even in normal slash, but almost never in M/f form. Genderswap itself ought to just provide a nice meaty topic for conversation.
Ah, Thundercock, yes. You're welcome. Well, as hohaiyee says, there are e-stim toys, but... it will be tricky to find a Real Live Man who can do it from nothing more than his fingers and cock, sorry. You may have to look into cyborgs.
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Or a superhero chicken. Whaat!? *hides*
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One of the things I loved about the story is how you show Thor and Steve being dominant - but with such varying styles to it. Thor is dominant because he simply is; being any other way would never occur to him. He's a god, and his mannerisms reflect that: he made demands, or flat statements, and didn't expect them to not be adhered to. Whereas Steve was firm, but not out of a sense of "Because it's only natural." His orders were phrased as questions, getting Toni's responses before moving on. He couple affection with his sterness. *flails* I just loved it, okay? xD
And then Toni, was, well, Tony. Random science factoids and sarcasm (even if it was often in her head only) and self-deprecating humour. It was great.
Also: Thundercock. I laughed louder than I should at that. Because I've totally wondered about it myself. It's now my personal canon, and the comics will never be the same. So thanks for that.
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And... yeah, Thundercock. Definitely should have included it in the character list. And oh, it's in my personal canon, too...