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.)
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 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.
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!
He made his way down carefully, inch by inch, until he could peek over the edge of the roof and look down at the two men sitting on the porch steps, talking and laughing as they ate.
The first man was a brunet with long, scruffy hair; he had an easy smile and the other man called him ‘Bucky.’ He had grease on his hands, Tony could see; he brightened up, pleased. This one had to be the engineer, he was sure of it.
The other one, though…
Tony watched him intently, curious. He was blond, and buff, and had big hands. Tony could curl up and fall asleep inside even one of them easily! And they were covered with paint…a lot of it, too. Tony could see blues and purples and oranges all smeared on his fingertips, even from the roof.
When he laughed, it made Tony’s stomach twinge and he winced. He should stop laughing. It was doing strange things to him, and he hated it.
Tony took an acorn from the roof and chucked it down at him. Watching it fall onto the other man’s head didn’t make him feel better, though. He just felt sad now—even worse than before.
Tony’s eyes lit up, and he scampered over to the toolbox with a grin on his face, climbing up and gathering a length of the wire for himself, scraping it against the sharp edge of a scrap of metal until it split. He dragged it away, along with a few pieces of metal, humming in content triumph as he brought the pieces back to his box. It served them right for living in his house. Besides, he wouldn’t notice. It was only some wire and metal.
Tony looked around at Steve’s things, curious. Then he sniffed, displeased. Just paint and paper? Silly, in his opinion. What was all that worth? Wasn’t much you could do with art.
Tony shrugged and shook his head. He would never understand big humans.
I told you I wasn’t gonna become a dang rope blog!
“Tony, put shoes on,” Steve said. “Exposed wires, you could be seriously hurt.”
“There aren’t any exposed wires in here, don’t fuss,” Tony said, coming to stand beside him.
“Broken glass, oil spills you could slip on, cables to trip over and break your neck. Put on a pair of shoes,” Steve said. “Or I’ll carry you upstairs and put them on you myself.”
“You’re absolutely awful,” Tony said, throwing his hands up and storming over to the other end of the lab, grabbing a pair of shoes he kept near the cot he had down here for when he was pulling all nighters, yanking them on, and pointedly storming back over to Steve. “Happy?”
“Utterly and resoundingly jubilant,” Steve replied.
Steve normally had a thing or two to say about spoiling people, but if anyone deserved at least one moment of it, it was probably Tony.
Steve didn’t want to be too obvious, though. He didn’t want to come in with a ring and frighten Tony off.
But then what did he get the man who had everything?
Steve sighed, throwing his hands up and walking past the stores until suddenly, something caught his eye.
In the enormous window of a toy shop, an arrangement of the officially-licensed Dog Cops plushies were on display. Captain Barkeley and Sergeant Gruffles were seated next to each other, and the association made something in Steve’s head click.
He was darting inside before he could stop himself, and once he entered the little toy store, promptly tasked with two things—buying Tony those toys, and trying to explain why he was a full grown man in a toy shop buying two stuffed dogs.
Hey, I’m done writing it, so hooray!
Quotes would be spoilers, but it’s a ton of character development for Nat, a few attempts to make the Red Room work in the MCU verse, and general awesome. Enjoy!
For some reason, I write porn of these two really well. I guess their banter just flows easily or something.
Anyways, wingkink! And also, this is set like, maybe just a few months before the first issue of Young Avengers, before Kate and Cassie join, but aside from that it’s basically a story of meet cute and kinky sex, because obviously.
Bit of sample fic above the jump~
It wasn’t like this whole hero thing wasn’t the coolest thing ever, in Billy’s mind, but there was another boy on the team who was…doing things to him.
Billy liked his teammates, honestly. Eli and Nate argued like husband and wife almost constantly, but they still got what they needed to do done as the co-leaders or whatever Nate was calling them this week, and neither of them cared that he was gay. Hell, Eli offered to beat up all the kids that had bullied him on his behalf, and Billy had never felt more wanted.
(This started a series of one-ups, culminating in Teddy offering to rip him in half; Billy had never liked his team more, nor been so disturbed by their zeal.)
That said, there was something more to the team than beating up robbers and leaving them for the police, or avoiding the newspapers who were so eager for some superheroes to cover with the Avengers all gone. Eli invited them over to hang out a few days ago; just to play video games and talk. Nate took them all out for ice cream on Fridays.
Billy liked his other teammates, but Teddy...
Well, he didn’t not like him, but…it was more complicated than that. When he leaned affectionately on Eli’s shoulder, that was all it was; a friendly gesture, a sign that he felt safe around these boys, more than he had around anyone in a long time. When he hugged Nate after a battle, it was out of relief and delight, not love.
Except with Teddy, it wasn’t so simple. He leaned on his shoulder to feel the other boy, warm and well-muscled beneath him. He hugged him after they were walking away from a fight to feel Teddy safe and alive beneath him, his heart pounding like crazy as Teddy hugged him back.
What he meant was, he might have a bit of a tiny little eensy-weensy thing, just a bit of a crush of course, on Teddy.
“Look, I’ve seen Tony’s reactor when it’s been at its worst from palladium poisoning, and I know enough about the effects it has on his overall health to tell you this much; if you’ve tried surgery, tried waiting it out, then you’ve got about one more option, and that’s destroying the source of the infection,” Fury said. “The Mandarin’s power rings need to be destroyed for the magic to be destroyed.”
Tony observed him carefully. He didn’t look like he was lying—then again, the Director was a good enough liar that, really, he wouldn’t look like he was.
“So…what does that mean?” Tony said.
Fury just smiled.
“It means that we still have a bead on the Mandarin, and you never carried out your full mission in Afghanistan.”
“The clot in Tony’s body is magic-based, we believe,” Fury said. “A leftover from the ring, most likely. While I believe we can dispel it with some anti-magic fields, which S.H.I.E.L.D. possesses already, Tony is adamant that he be allowed to destroy the Mandarin’s rings, because he believes that’s the only way he can destroy the clot. He wants to return to Afghanistan and take him on.”
Seeing Steve change made Fury’s heart swell with triumph; the sudden sharpness to his eyes, the fear, the anger. Oh, yes. He had them both.
“Don’t worry, sir,” Steve said, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “I’ll talk to him.”
Fury just smiled.