Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Comics)
Title: “Yes, Captain”
Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (Captain America/Iron Man)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two men almost-kissing, one shirtless. Pretty tame, but probably NSFW.
Oh, Steve! So dominant!
Oh, Tony! So obedient!
>:D
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Comics)
Title: “Captain Muscles”
Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (Captain America/Iron Man)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really. An affectionate bro hug, more or less.
This is an illustration of an awesome fic by gyzym on Livejournal. You can read the fic here: “Ready, Fire, Aim“. You do not need to know more about the characters other than what has been presented in the movies, and probably the trailer for the upcoming Avengers movie in order to read the fic.
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Comics)
Title: “Kiss the Sky”
Characters: Captain America/Iron Man
Rating: PG
Warnings: M/M Slash. Costume kink. Not Work Safe.
Note: This is an illustration for the (VERY NC-17) fic entitled “Flyboy” by blue_soaring on LJ (aka autoschediastic). I made the setting outside instead of inside because it looks nicer with the colours.
(The following is an excerpt from the story that inspired this picture)
Forcing the hitch out of his breath, Steve went to stand by Tony’s side. The suit’s sleek lines didn’t offer much in the way of a handhold. “How do we do this?”
“With wild and crazy abandon,” Tony said, and grabbed him around the waist to yank him close like a black and white picture hero. “Hold on tight. I’ll need my arms free to stabilise us at first.”
Steve sized up the skyport cut straight up through all three levels of Tony’s designer home. Tony’s chin lifted, Steve’s imagination filling in the lopsided grin hidden beneath it, and a low shivery laugh burrowed its way under Steve’s skin as he looped his arms around Tony’s neck.
“Nice.” Tony’s hands slid slowly up over Steve’s back. “Now, how about a kiss to christen the maiden voyage?”
“You’ve flown this suit a dozen times before, Tony,” Steve said, but still leaned down to give it. A moment later, when Tony’s face remained hidden and a strange, giddy tingling started up in his gut, so much like the first time they had kissed, he pressed parted lips to the suit’s hard-edged mouth. He cupped the back of Tony’s head in one palm as if it were a real kiss, as if he needed to fit Tony’s mouth just that little bit more firmly over his. The taste of metal exploded sharp and needle-thin across his tongue, and the soft noise Tony made was sweet with the suit’s mechanical tinge.
“I’m going to need a minute,” Tony said when he drew back. “Recalibrate sensory feedback, make sure my legs still work, get my mind out of the gutter, you know, the usual.”