Posts tagged Superhusbands
Posts tagged Superhusbands
This little circle of light
let me keep it for you
Soft lips place a string of purposeful kisses down his spine, deceptively tender, and Tony has to squeeze his eyes shut against the lie in them.
Without his sight, he could almost pretend this was some other time, the night after their third date perhaps, when Tony finally manages to lure Steve into his bedroom with sly smiles and touches full of intent. Perhaps Steve would be shy, uncertain but eager, laughing quietly together as they fumble for each other in the dark. Or maybe he’d be all trembling lust, barely restrained desire that would make his touches harder, less refined in their eagerness, overwhelming Tony in his passion.
A harsh bite to the corded muscle of his shoulder breaks him from his fantasies. He can’t ignore the reality of the situation, not when the pain makes his teeth clench, digging into the spit-wet cloth stuffed into his mouth, the stinging lines on his arms where the wire has cut into his flesh, fresh pain blooming with every twitch of his bound wrists as the metal grinds into his bloody skin.
Steve is a pillar of heat behind him, searing hot that makes him flinch away with every brush against his clammy skin. Tony doesn’t want to shake, wants to be stoically strong, uneffected - damn it all, he’s been tortured in a fucking cave for days on end, he’s better than this - but it’s not the same, not some blur of cruel faces demanding things in too many languages all at once, dragging his broken body down the tunnels to toss him away at the end of the day.
This is Cap, it’s his fearless leader, the one who barks oders on the field, but grins sheepishly when Tony flirts with him shamelessly before a press conference. It’s Steve, who fights with Tony over the tv remote, who doesn’t treat him like he’s fragile when they spar, who grins down at him when he pins him to the mat, who always holds out a hand to pull him back to his feet.
It’s Steve, whose hands slide up his arms in a mockery of a caress, who nuzzles at the damp spot at the top of his spine, who holds Tony close like he’s something precious, something to be cherished, and it’s everything Tony’s ever wanted but it’s all wrong, and he can feel traitorous tears prick in his eyes, and god, he can’t cry, not now.
"Tony." Soft, breathy, so fucking reverent that it’s all it takes for the tears to spill over, because how dare Steve sound like that, like everything Tony ever secretly want while they sit together in the dark, the steady hum of the machines running on the backup power the only sound in the oppressive silence of his lab.
"Tony," Steve murmurs again, voice consoling now as he mouths at the wet trails of tears running down Tony’s cheeks, soaking the gag. Arms wrap around his waist, making Tony jump when leather skates up his stomach, Steve’s hands dipping under his shirt, too intimate, and Tony turns his face away in shame at the traitorous lurch of his heart.
Warm fingers trace lines over his stomach, a pleased huff against the nape of his neck with every shiver he doesn’t manage to suppress. It’s only when those hands slide up further, drag against his nipples till he can’t hold back a moan, and then the hands move inward, tease the scarred rim of his RT and then all traces of unwanted arousal disappear as fear slams into him.
Tony lurches away, throwing himself against the steel cage of Steve’s arms, uncaring of the bite of the wire around his bound arms and legs, driven by the instinct to get away, get free, but it’s pointless, Steve barely registering his struggles. There’s no sensation from the RT, but Tony’s always been sensitive there, and the minute vibrations from Steve’s tapping fingers against the glass feel like they ignite every nerve in Tony’s chest.
Then Steve’s fingers twist with a click, and Tony screams against the gag, spine bowing as he thrashes.
It’s not the same as when Obie did it, the trap of paralysis keeping him still in the agony that floods in as the RT is removed. Pain blooms from his chest, every nerve burning, waves of fire that roll over him, consume him, and he’s screaming, choking on the saliva pooling in his mouth, the light of the RT shifting as Steve removes it from his shirt and then the pain lessens somewhat, and Tony comes back to himself.
He’s limp in Steve’s arms, but the dim light of the RT is just enough that he can see the electrical wires snaking out of his shirt.
Steve runs a hand down his stomach a final time before pulling away, letting Tony slump over onto the floor. Tony can barely move, the aftershocks of going into cardiac arrest leaving him wrung out and weak. He meets Steve’s eyes as he smiles, rocking back on his heels to hold up the detached RT between them.
The light is too dull for Tony to see clearly, the shadows turning Steve’s face from something familiar into the mask of a monster, eyes shadowed and unreadable. But there’s no mistaking the smile that twists his lips as he raises the glass to his lips.
"I’m sorry, Tony," Steve says, and it sounds so genuinely apologetic that Tony has to dig his nails into his palm. "But it’s too dangerous for you to come with us. The Technovore would kill you, or worse. So for now, you just sit tight here until we’re done. You’ll be safe here."
Steve stands and moves towards the door, and Tony can’t believe he’d really do this, would leave him here on the ground in his lab, tied up and defenceless. Steve pauses when Tony yells as best he can behind the gag, looking back at him.
"Don’t worry, Tony," he says, and Tony wishes he could see his face. "Everything will be fine. All that matters is that you’re safe. So I’ll be keeping your heart with me."
He doesn’t turn back as Tony screams, the workshop door hissing closed behind him
RABBIT IS EVEN MORE NOT SORRY THAN I AM
*CRIES AND LAUGHS FOR MILLION YEARS*
Peter has missed a lot of school since he discovered he had super powers, and when he does show up he is covered in cuts and bruises. the school suspects child abuse and an investigation is launched ultimately leading to a court case that neither Steve or Tony were prepared for.
In which Steve let out a sweetheart by accident during meeting with the avengers and Tony isn’t ready to come out yet
A little bit of angst is good for health once in a while.
UGH I’m doing an angsty Superhusbands RP while listening to the Captain America soundtrack and suddenly This Is My Choice comes on and I’m crying guys this is stupid why do I do this to myself.
Before you say anything I’ll just have you know that my heterosexual comic-book obsessed male friend came up with that last line.
Christina Perri just gives me so many Superhusbands feelings!
Mine- Definitely Tony falling for Steve
Arms- Tony being with Steve
A Thousand Years- I mean come on.
Distance- Angsty Stony creys
Jar of Hearts- ANGSTY STONY CREYS
mr and mrs peter