“Infiltration” - A Captain America Fic

lifeofkj:

So hey, remember all those months ago when I did a writing giveaway for a follower milestone? I finally finished the first of those stories, Sakuratsukikage’s request for Steve and Peggy working together on a mission. Rated G-ish, a little bit of battle and a whole lot of UST. Excerpt:

The map was the first thing Peggy saw every time she walked into the room.

Admittedly, it was difficult to miss: the map was huge, overhanging the edges of the conference table, and you moved about at your peril for fear of catching a corner and knocking it askew. Still, even had the map been the size of a postage stamp, it would have filled her vision and taken primacy in her thoughts. This map, once dotted with dozens of miniature flags and wooden tokens, now nearly empty, was the key to winning the war. But one of the locks was still missing; how were they to open the last door if they could not find it?

“Agent Carter? You planning to join us?” Peggy started and looked up, across the table at Colonel Phillips; he glared at her, leaning forward with his hands on the table. Lost in thought, she had somehow managed to miss the room filling up with people: not just Phillips, but Howard Stark, lounging up against the wall, half-a-dozen SSR agents, and next to Phillips, Captain Steven Rogers, his friend James Barnes a few steps behind him.

Steve Rogers. He half-caught her eye with a shy smile; she wanted to smile back, but instead she forced her attention to Phillips, straightening up and locking her hands behind her back. “My apologies, sir. I was just thinking.”

“You can think later,” Phillips barked. “Right now we’re debriefing the last mission, and I need you to pay attention. Rogers?”

On DW / On LJ / On AO3

This is just so great—it’s exactly what I wanted, action focusing on Peggy’s badassery and her talents in a really realistic way, but also including a lot of Steve and stuff about their relationship and the feelings and tension between them.  It’s just great, and I loved all the little details so much.  Wonderful stuff, and I feel so, so lucky to have won.  Thank you! :D

Fic: What You Believe (1/1)

missbeckywrites:

Author: missbecky

Universe: Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes

Words: 28k

Rating: R for violence

Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Janet Van Dyne, T’Challa, Clint Barton, Carol Danvers, Thor, the Hulk, Simon Williams, William “Crossfire” Cross

Summary: One by one the Avengers seem to be turning on Tony, until he is isolated and alone, with no one left he can trust. Unsure what to believe anymore, betrayal seems to lurk around every corner. When he resolves to confront them, can anyone stand between him and what seems to be the inevitable destruction of the Avengers? Or is it already too late?

Read it here on AO3

Oh, gosh, read this, guys.  Seriously, (if you like Steve/Tony, obviously) you will not be disappointed!  Not only is it EMH, it’s amazing.  Cannot recommend it enough.

Steve/Tony fluff

missbeckywrites:

The rain came down in sheets, streaking the windows. Dull gray light filtered into the room, turning everything fuzzy and indistinct. Occasionally in the distance, a muted roll of thunder boomed in the sky. 

It was seven-thirty. Time to get up. 

Steve lay still, steadfastly ignoring the clock. It was warm under the bedclothes, and he was comfortable. The sound of the rain was soothing, whispering to him to stay where he was. 

He pulled the comforter up, over his shoulder, so no part of him was exposed to the cool air in the bedroom. 

“Mmm…doin’?” came a sleepy mumble. 

“Nothing,” Steve said. He scooted across the enormous bed and put one arm around the shapeless lump under the covers. “Go back to sleep.” 

“Mmkay,” Tony murmured. 

They fit together so well, Tony’s back to his chest, his knee fitting just right in the bend of Tony’s leg. The pillow was cold where his head lay, but he bowed his head so his forehead was pressed to the nape of Tony’s neck, just where the dark hair was beginning to curl up, in need of a trim. He breathed in the scents of sleep-warmth and the smell that was uniquely Tony. 

“Warm,” Tony said sleepily. He fumbled at Steve’s arm where it crossed his chest, and snuggled it closer. 

Steve kissed the small crescent of warm skin he could just reach with his lips. “Shh. Go back to sleep.” 

Tony made another blurry sound, then his breathing evened out. He slept. 

Steve closed his eyes. 

Outside, the rain came down.

Fanfic (Porn Drabble): No Touchy (Tony/Rhodey)

greatrhodeybutt:

yo, here’s some random smut. 

Title: No Touchy
Author: greatbriton, greatrhodeybutt
Rating: NC-17 or something
Warnings: dicks and stuff
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1446
Pairing: James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes/Tony Stark
Summary: Random smut with no plottttt - Tony masturbates while Rhodey watches. Then oral. Yay!  Probably more 616 than anything…??

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spicyshimmy:

succulentthighs:

The thing that makes me so angry about the Grey Warden 30 year death sentence, is that Carver is never going to be an angry little old person shaking his fist at kids

Because Carver would make the best angry little old person. You do not understand

famous last words

He holds on a few extra, stubborn years more than he should. That’s him all over. And he thinks, at last, that he’s become more steel than shield or sword. ‘I’m damn well silverite,’ he tells himself—never out loud; not anymore—while surveying the bleary, bloodshot eyes of fresh recruits on the stingy mornings after their Joining. He knows the shadows in their cheeks, the way their knuckles turn pale gripping their weapons too tight. 

Nathaniel Howe—an old, fine friend—left for the Deep ten years ago now; Sigrun and her laughter went with him, and the tunnels swallowed her stories. And Oghren took his belches and his beard the following Satinalia: ax strapped to his back, a carved wooden horse dangling from a belt strap. 

‘If you don’t make those sodding ‘spawn shit themselves silly when I’m gone,’ he said, ‘then I’ll know. I’ll feel it in my jiggly stones.’ 

‘Famous last words,’ Carver Hawke replied. 

He holds on a few extra, stubborn years more, but it’s a strange thing to protect. The cracks in his knuckles. The chips in his shoulder healed—only to be replaced by the chips in his sword. Polishing metal. Oiling leather. Nightmares and the stammering, clamoring voices. 

Because, he tells himself—never out loud; not anymore—he’s a champion’s champion. 

He holds on every day. A little bit; a little bit more. 

‘Just the two of us now,’ he says, one stingy morning, gray as the stone and sky of Ferelden. 

‘You’re a tit for this,’ Hawke replies. ‘The biggest tit I’ve ever known.’ 

‘Tit for tat, Champion,’ Carver says. 

Hawke stands at the mouth of the cave, framed in light, watching him go. Carver doesn’t look back, but hears the echoes. ‘Famous last words.’

Bethany will come for—comfort him, Carver thinks, knuckles turning pale, gripping his weapon too tight. Father’s arms. Mother will know. It isn’t surrender. It’s time to head home. 

(via brennacedria)

faejilly:

spiritofemby asked you: 

I’m so predictable.. but.. you want smut prompts, so.. Niall/Surana, when she finds out she’s leaving for the Grey Wardens, Niall wants to give her a really good send off. :o

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rawbiredbest:

greatrhodeybutt:

if tony knows you and likes you

tony’s a cuddle monster

CUDDLES!!!!

“Darling,” Stephen grumbles, “I’m working.”

Tony smirks, wrapping his arms snugly around Strange’s bare waist and burying his face in silver-streaked hair. “If this is working, then I’m going to take up magic too.”

“I’m trying to concentrate—”

“Not like I’m complaining, but do you need to do this shirtless? Does the magic mojo exude from your skin? Because even if that’s not the case, you still radiate beauty, sexy thi—”

“It’s about one hundred degrees up here, and your body heat isn’t helping.”

A hand slips down the front of Stephen’s pants. “Then maybe you should take these off.”

“Tony!”

All at once, the five light bulbs situated around the room shatter at once. Tony jumps, startled, and lets go of his lover. Strange cracks a small smile, touching the Eye of Agamotto where it hangs around his neck. “Ah. I did it. Excellent.”

(via greatrhodeybutt)

I wrote a Rhodey-thing!

kahn-on-tumblr:

A Rhodey Thing with hot threesome action!
(I’m lying about the hotness.  It’s really just schmoop.)

Title: Merrier the More
Universe: MCU
Rating: PG for swearing
Warnings: cannon character death (though it’s already happened off-screen); this is the prelude to a Tony/Rhodey/Steve threesome, currently featuring mostly Tony/Rhodey and Rhodey/Steve overtones; there is also the (to be expected) Tony/Steve but as this is Rhodey’s POV it’s more background
A/N: This was meant to be way more humorously light-hearted than it turned out. Instead, it sort of swings between seriousness and schmoop. Also, it turned out to be more of a missing scene than an extended timeline.
Many thanks to onemuseleft for the beta!
Summary: Written originally for the cap_ironman community’s Winter Fic Exchange from Prompt #1: As Steve becomes a bigger part of Tony’s life, he, Tony, and Rhodey all have to make adjustments. (Rhodey helps put New York City back together and meets some of Tony’s new friends.)

Links: AO3 | livejournal

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Beyond Words (F!Hawke/Fenris)

w0rdinista:

Wanted to try something a little different tonight.  It’s been an age since I tried fulfilling any prompts of any kind, so I meandered over to the Dragon Age Kiss Battle, where phdfan’s prompt caught my eye (F!Hawke/Fenris: “couldn’t trust anyone but you”).  This didn’t go precisely where I thought it would (and I am nothing if not predictable in my pairings), but it still felt good to splash in the prompt puddles for a little bit. :)

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Fenris has had scarce little reason to trust.  Indeed, he cannot remember trusting anyone—and of course he cannot; his memory is full to bursting with cruelties gathered up and collected like shells across the shore at low tide.  If there is trust anywhere in his past, it exists beyond a barrier he cannot breach.  But, oh, he breached it once—once, and only for a moment before it was gone, fleeing through his fingers like sand or water.  

But beyond Fenris’ own faulty memory, there is instinct.  Instinct, too, tells him that trust is a fool’s luxury that leads only to pain, to humiliation, to degradation.  

And yet.

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(via faejilly)

Birthday snippets!

lifeofkj:

I was, sadly, unable to get the fic I’m working on for Sakura finished in time for her birthday today (I have five minutes!), but I do have another snippet for her. :) Steve/Peggy, contains a claustrophobic situation.

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Ahhhh, wow.  Wow, this is so EXCITING. And I love the way you’re writing Peggy’s POV, and gosh, this is an effective teaser, because I can’t wait to read more!  AHHHH IT’S SO GREAT.  :D :D :D Steve and Peggyyyy.  And oh, STEVE.  Perfect.

Thank you so much. :D