Doodle of Steve and Tony getting together when Steve turns up at Tony’s Seattle flat to see/surprise him during @cherryblossomsmist “The Single Biggest Problem with Communication” . A fic I am happy to draw all day long (I’m also happy to draw Tony’s thighs all day long) This interaction is just so sweet, and there are so many delicious angsty layers of misunderstanding and miscommunication that still can’t hide the love that these two dorks have for each other.
The scene from the fic;
‘‘[Steve] pulled Tony into him. Tony might be heavier, but Steve was still strong enough to move him, even to get his hands under him and lift him, and that was exactly what he did, pulling him into his lap so his knees landed on either side of Steve’s hips. He could probably have done it even with Tony in the armor; in fact, he was sure he could (and wasn’t that a thought?).
“Hey,” Tony said, breathlessly.
Steve reached up, framed Tony’s face with his hands, running his fingers back into his hair. He smiled at him. “Yes?” he asked, grinning.
“Manhandling me?” Tony said, starting to grin a little back.
“Sure, a little,” Steve said, moving his fingers gently in Tony’s hair. It was soft against his fingers, tangled already. Tony’s erection was very hot and very present, pressed into his stomach, now. “You got a problem with that?”
“Not really,” Tony said. “You were pretty thorough about it the other day. When we were sparring, I mean.”
“Not as thorough as I could be,” Steve said, smirking.
Tony’s skin darkened a little, and Steve could feel it heat against his hands. Tony had flushed at that. Steve grinned with delight.
“I’m sure that’s true,” Tony muttered. He shifted his hips a little, up into Steve. “Plan to demonstrate, or are you just teasing?”
“Maybe a little of both,” Steve informed him.
Tony smirked, now. “I guess that’s acceptable,” he said, dropping his gaze to look at Steve from under his eyelashes, which apparently went straight both to somewhere in Steve’s chest to make it tighten a little and to his cock, making it jerk with a heated rush of desire. Steve pulled Tony closer, tilted their foreheads together, and Tony bit his lip as it pressed their groins tighter up against each other.
It felt good, but Steve wasn’t that interested in rushing to the main event, not yet. Instead he waited until Tony cast his eyes up toward him again, raising one eyebrow, then tilted Tony’s head with the grip he had on him and brought their lips together. Tony sucked in his breath and opened his mouth, and Steve set about kissing him thoroughly, running his fingers back through his hair in slow circles as he did. Tony made a low noise and curled his hands back around Steve’s neck, and his cock grew even hotter, slick and hard and needfully wet with precome as they kissed; Steve could feel it sliding hot against his stomach, so hard he half-wondered how far he could bring Tony toward climax just by kissing him with tongue.’’
Written work is all @cherryblossomsmist work, only the drawing and the description before the fic extract are mine .
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Commission for @oluka , thank you so much for commissioning me and for your patience since I took forever to deliver. I had so much fun drawing this and could not resist posting multiple versions. You are wonderful and I am so happy to have this for you :-)
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I can’t wait for the Cold War drama.
Steve: Yeah and so Bucky shot me to join an evil secret organization and he’s kidnapped my son. But he’s not evil. I think. I’m starting to get mad, personally, a little bit. He wants to destroy them from within. Because he learned they like orchestrated his entire life and killed his parents and forced him to kill. I don’t think he’s sleeping, honestly?
Sam: I literally left you alone for two seconds to fight White Wolf. I solved like three international incidents and caused the same amount.
Steve: Hope Joaquin’s on the mend. Yeah about White Wolf...
Sam: …WHAT
Bucky, from his evil lair: I’ll probably die but honestly that’s fine at this point really just please watch my cat
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616 steve rogers got ptsd pussy thats so delicious
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[Commission I ordered]
[Artist: https://twitter.com/ITerAtiveGLue]
When Steve said Tony gave him a home and gave him hope, I honestly feel like Tony had helped him a lot throughout his war PTSD, so I came up with this idea. I just love the idea of they being there for each other.
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Fanart of @sineala s exquisite fic “Thrust Issues” if you haven’t read it, do. It’s incredible. This is a rough sketch and I’m excited to draw more scenes from this epic fic. This isn’t exactly true to the scene because they have the blankets still half on and I don’t think they’re in the right position. But, this can be Mark I.
Extract from the fic;
“He expected Steve to want to move off him, then, to get the lube, because surely Steve wanted to get to it? But Steve leaned in and kissed him again, a thorough kiss that left Tony panting for air, and it was when Steve nuzzled his jaw and started kissing his way down Tony's neck that Tony realized that he should have figured out that Steve, of all people, was going to be solidly committed to foreplay.
Steve kissed the base of Tony's throat and Tony shivered with how good it was. He'd always been sensitive there, and it seemed that now Steve was figuring that out, because when Tony couldn't suppress a moan, Steve lingered there, biting little kisses into his skin, and Tony shuddered more and more at the suction, at the snap of Steve's teeth. His cock was harder and harder, rubbing up against Steve's stomach as Steve kept rocking, ever so slightly, against him, and God, it was going to be embarrassing if Tony was the one who came before Steve even got inside him.
"Oh!" Steve said, in enthralled wonder, like he'd discovered a new trick. "You like that."
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