My name is Ari. I'm eighteen, I write fanfic, and do less important things every so often. I love comics like burning and they will spraypaint Superhusbands on my casket. Enjoy your stay. <3
This chapter is basically shameless porn, so I’m not quoting from it, but there you are. (And some fluff at the end, I love fluff.)
“Well, if you continue to stroke my ego like that while we are on Midgard, I find it hard to refuse you,” he replied. “I have missed your ham-handed attempts at flattery, oaf.”
“I love you, Loki,” Thor said, his voice tender as he cupped his cheek.
“See what I mean?” Loki grumbled.
“So you agreed to go with him,” Heimdall said. “Out of the kindness of your heart, surely.”
“Or the ache between his legs,” Thor remarked innocently, in a tone he thought too quiet for the Gatekeeper to hear. Loki punched him in response.
Heimdall simply chuckled and regarded both men; for a second, he saw the bright, young boys they had been, full of life and love. He saw the difference and no difference all at once as he looked on the men they had become.
“Good luck,” was all he could say, solemn and soft. “Be safe. If you come to harm, you shall never hear the end of it from your mother.”
“True,” Thor agreed, smiling ruefully. “Fair thee well, Heimdall. We will return soon.”
Trigger warning in this one for discussions of abuse and implied violence, jsyk.
Clint nodded. Coulson stroked his hair. “All right, then. What would you like?”
“Do we have chips?” Clint asked, looking up at him hesitantly. “Cookies and chips. With juice.”
“Clint, I’m still not sure how you keep your figure,” Coulson tsked, smiling. “How about just cookies? And milk?”
“But, juice,” Clint said.
“Compelling argument, but I’m not convinced,” Coulson replied, ruffling his hair.
The archer was more at ease than Coulson had ever seen him in ten years of knowing him, ever since they’d picked him up from the circus. He’d been a tiger then; scrawny, but rough and raw, vicious and sleek beneath the scars on his skin. He still was, beneath Phil’s touch, but then again, being a tiger went right down to your bones, and Clint’s stripes were scars that ran down to the marrow anyway. He didn’t mind that Clint was a tiger. But he was happy that he had tamed him.
If you’re not reading it now you’re probably not going to and I am tired you’re all beautiful enjoy the fic
Cute fluff and then feels because I’m…yeah.
“No,” Steve murmured quietly, putting his finger out to stroke lightly at Tony’s hair. “I don’t think it would do that, Tony. Not to you. Your father didn’t leave because he loved you. It hurts, I know it hurts. But you won’t hurt anyone if you do the same.”
“Well, what if—what if I don’t have anyone in my heart, Steve?” Tony snapped.
“Then I’m sorry,” he replied.
Tony was quiet for a long time after that, looking away with his hands in his lap.
“I want it to work really bad, Steve,” Tony said, his voice soft and tiny.
“I know, Tony,” Steve murmured. “I do too. But if it doesn’t, I just…don’t want you to lose hope. There’s always another way.”
“Not for me,” Tony said, his voice quiet.
“Goodnight,” he said. “See you in the morning. I’m gonna be busy, okay? Got a lotta work to do.”
“Me too,” Steve said with a small smile. “Whole gallery show to set up. You can see it when we’re done, if you want.”
“I was planning to come,” Tony said with a yawn. “The day after that, I’m gonna try the reactor out, too.”
“Good, that…that’s so good. I’m glad. Goodnight, Tony,” Steve said, falling asleep as he spoke. Tony watched him for awhile, making sure his slowly rising and falling breaths were consistent and even.
Then he crawled up onto the other man’s chest, just above his heartbeat, and fell asleep with a soft sigh.
If this chapter ending seems a bit abrupt, that’s because it is. I didn’t write this with the intent of it turning into a chaptered fic, (wooops!), and thus, sort of just kept…going.
When the plot REALLY shifts gears, we’re making a new story and making it a bigger universe. But I don’t know how or why this even happened. Woops.
As for the discussion in this chapter, I tried to keep it legitimate. Honest discussion of kinks with your partner is the right thing to do, kids. Mind you I’ve never had an in-depth conversation about BDSM with a partner, so this maaay not be perfect, but I tried.
HOLY TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE IN THIS CHAPTER, BATMAN. Not from Phil obviously but from Barney and it’s not actual scenes, but it’s discussed, so please skip that section if it bothers you.
Anyways, one quote so I don’t clog your dash!
Clint sprayed himself with just a little bit of Phil’s cologne before patting himself dry and looking down at the towel.
No, naked was better. He trusted Phil enough to be vulnerable around him, and Phil had to know that.
That meant when Coulson woke up, the sound of an opening door and running water having already semi-roused him, he was greeted with the sight of Clint Barton kneeling at his bedside, completely naked and totally erect.
Coulson wanted to go back to bed. But that was the easy way out, and it would break Clint. He knew this was a sign of how much Clint trusted him, and all the info he’d obtained had said that trust was the number one thing to be maintained in a relationship like this.
But he hadn’t even had coffee yet.
OKAY SO I LIED IT’S NOT A COMPLETE FIC
it was going to be and then someone inspired me to write a sequel
It’s a straight up d/s fic now, no stripperriffic elements anymore. Sorry!
Clint soaped up, scrubbed his shoulders, and began to wash himself clean, thinking only of Coulson.
Natasha had been right. He’d never done this with anyone before. He’d had a few quick fucks, but they were nothing; a release from the adrenaline, nameless faces and warm hands.
He had never trusted anyone with the things he was giving to Coulson, not like this. Natasha knew full well about them, but this was…this was different.
Clint laid his head against the tiles and sighed, throwing a hand up as he kept scrubbing, reaching between his thighs to purge himself of the phantom feelings of the sweat-soaked panties he’d worn every night at the club.
He had always loved Coulson, always trusted him. The trick now was making sure Phil realized how deep that ran…and that he wasn’t scared off by it.
He trusted Phil. He believed in Phil. He knew he was better than that; he hadn’t been lying to Natasha. But this…this was a lot.
Phil kissed his forehead and waited until his breathing got heavy and deep—which for a light, fearful sleeper like Clint, took another twenty minutes—to take his laptop out from its place beside the bed. He opened it up, turned it on, and accessed his internet browser. After that, with a face that was slowly turning red, he carefully typed in “domination and submission relationships” without actually looking at what he was typing.
Despite his initial embarrassment, Phil steeled himself and got over it for Clint’s sake, looking at link after link until his brain was full of information. Once he was certain he’d got the general gist of things, he got more specific.
He was Clint’s dominant. That much he could tell; it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. He didn’t worry much about himself for the moment; frankly, he was already more than used to ordering people around and staying in control of a situation, and working out the kinks and learning new things from that standpoint wasn’t so hard.
Short, sorry, but the next one will be longer!
“I’m going to gut her one day, I swear to god,” Pepper grumbled, her eyes narrowed and her bearing fierce. “She’s as bad as him, Phil.”
“No, she isn’t,” Phil sighed. “I know Maria. She and I ran a lot of missions together. She’s…conflicted. But she’s not capable of making the better choice here. Even though this hurts her, she’ll stay.”
“Why?” Pepper demanded. “Who could be that stupid?”
“A lover, scared for her partner,” Phil replied. “Victoria is her number-one concern, aside from being Director, and Fury wouldn’t kill her if she ran. Just Victoria. This is easy, she can bear the pain, she’ll be Director one day, which is a good way to lend credence to her personal lie that she can change things, and Victoria will live. Victoria will be safe. As safe as any S.H.I.E.L.D. agent could ever be, of course. Do you understand?”
Pepper paused, frowning as she pulled her hair up, following Phil into his office.
“I suppose,” she grumbled, “but I don’t like it.”
“Well, no one does, but we all have ways to cope,” Phil said.
“Who the hell says ‘rad’ in this day and age?” Tony said, walking with her to the car. Darcy rolled her eyes.
“Yo, sunglasses and a leather jacket stopped being cool back in, like, the Nineties, dude,” she said. Tony rolled his eyes.
“You shut your post-modern mouth, young lady. Sunglasses and a leather jacket are always great. Especially when we’re in the middle of a desert,” He retorted. Darcy nodded.
“Okay, fair. But you’re still a loser,” she said. “You should be glad you have me around to gently humiliate and belittle you towards the path of enlightenment.”
“Excellent,” Tony grumbled, trying not to laugh and failing as the two of them drove off to make a breakfast run.
This new link format is the worst ok
“I know there are mice here,” Bucky said, “and I’m gonna prove it, I promise.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s just go into town, see what we can see,” Steve said. “C’mon, we’ve got a lot to do today…”
Tony watched them both leave the room and sighed, relieved. He climbed out onto the rooftop after a few moments of catching his breath, just in time to watch them drive away.
He huffed, seeing them trundle contentedly down the path that led into town. Mice. He was going to leave tacks in Bucky’s shoes or something for that remark.
From within his box, Tony grimaced. He nibbled on his grain of rice and grumbled, looking up at Steve as he got dressed for bed. He looked out at the window and smiled, content.
“Gonna have to go paint outside tomorrow,” he said. “Should really get some local pieces done…”
Tony harrumphed, letting the other man get into bed and fall asleep without looking at him. An artist? He actually thought he was an artist? True art was machinery, building—that was creation, not slapping paint onto some canvas!