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soliloquent-stark · 7 months
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besides the well-known fact that tony stark's arc reactor literally powered his heart and symbolised his second chance at life, it's been not just alluded to but clearly stated by marvel from the very first iron man film that it represents his heart:
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this point is made very clear again when it's used to portray his death:
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of course they did this; they're such obvious metaphors that are easy to rely on for beautiful visual storytelling. they undoubtedly were aware of the potential for these scenes and carefully considered them since the beginning.
but you don't really get to use each of these moments more than once if you want them to matter, so they had to choose which one of tony's stories needed to be told through carefully picked parallels.
and who did they use them on?
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yup, that's right. steve rogers. steve, who literally ends their painful fight by breaking his heart.
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steve, whom tony literally hands his heart and says "here, take this" while he's devastated, disappointed, and at one of the lowest moments of his entire life.
so, platonic, romantic, alterous — the intricacies of his feelings don't even matter. they're only for tony to know.
but what we as an audience know, what we were explicitly told by marvel, is that the feelings tony had for steve were so strong that they were the equivalent of getting his heart actually shattered into pieces, and being reduced to offering your desperate, mourning heart on a platter as a way of saying "take it all, there's nothing left of me that you don't own now".
these were not accidents. we were meant to understand how profound his feelings were. so many things spiraled out of their falling out — the entire universe's faith was at stake as a result. tony was not indifferent to him. his problem was that he felt too much.
tony's achille's heel was always steve rogers, and that will forever be the backbone of the marvel universe.
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howdoyousleep3 · 2 months
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"Use your words."
Daddy James to Stevie Baby who is being a brat (as per usual) 😈
got real carried away with this one, a lot of ball talk lol, but i've missed the fuck out of them and we deserve this so 💅🏻 also! daddy's pov! that's fun.
word count: 1.7 K notable tags: daddy kink, manhandling, slapping, orgasm denial, blowjob, dirty talk, subspace, multiple orgasms, come marking, nipple play, cockwarming
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Steve is in rare form tonight.
When they play like this, when they get wrapped up in one another to the point where the rest of the world and the present warps away, Steve tends to stay in his head. No matter what James puts him and his beautiful body through, Steve remains tethered to the present.
But times like these, times where Steve sinks under and slips from his head, are so few and far between.
And James is fucking feral for it.
They’ve been at it for hours and Steve is still hungry, still eager. James has put his baby through the ringer, made him work and grovel and damn near embarrass himself for what he’s wanted, for what James has wanted. James knows he’ll have to be the one to call it; Steve would run himself into the ground for James.
Sweet boy.
He deserves the fucking world, deserves the sun and the moon and all the disgustingly sweet coffee drinks he can stomach.
Steve deserves whatever the fuck he wants after tonight.
James smacks his heavy cock down onto Steve’s tongue from where he kneels in front of him on the couch, spit flinging from Steve’s open mouth. He moans when James does it again, so noisy. He has been all evening. The noises have flown from his mouth like water, without thought and with desperation. James doesn’t think Steve knows just how loud he’s been, how reactive and how needy he sounds.
It's music to James’ ears.
“How d’you want it?” James rasps, eyes locked onto where Steve loosely suckles at the tip of his cock, slurping and moaning around it as if it’s the best thing his baby’s ever put in his mouth.
“Wan’it,” is all Steve moans, taking more of James into his mouth, spit slipping distractedly down his chin. James can’t help but touch it, transfixed by it. He smears it with his fingers, presses it into the skin of Steve’s jaw, his cheek, goes back for more to spread it around.
It seems he’ll need to be more specific in order to get an answer out of Steve. He tugs at Steve’s hair anyway, gives it a good, sharp yank in an attempt to bring him back from the brink of…
Well, maybe it’s a hopeless situation. Steve is far passed any sort of brink.
“Baby—listen,” he murmurs, smacking at Steve’s cheek rather harshly. “How do you want your Daddy’s come?”
It’s a more specific question, but it’s also a question that sends Steve further under. He whines, the nasally noise turning into a throaty groan as he leans forward on his knees, hands reaching for more of James’ cock. They’re past the point of rules, time and effort and energy leaving them drained and aching, so James doesn’t reprimand Steve for using his hands. He quite likes the feel of Steve fumbling with him in a frenzy, of the added tightness of his fists.
He kicks his hips up into Steve’s grip, his cock up into Steve’s hot mouth.
Fuck, he’s never getting an answer out of his boy.
“Use your fuckin’ words, Steven,” he bites out, laying his hands casually beside him on the couch, slowly losing his patience with the situation before him. Not at Steve, rarely does he genuinely lose his patience with his boy. But he’s ready to come again, is ready to pull Steve back from the depths of his mind, to cradle this sweetness he never so willingly gets to witness.
When Steve whines around a mouthful, when James feels that whine in his balls, he decides one more time.
He reaches for his cock with one hand and Steve’s hair with the other.
“How do you,” James says clearly and slowly, eyes locked with Steve’s glazed ones as he fists his weeping cock in front of Steve’s open mouth. “Want your Daddy’s come?”
Steve slurs out his answer, tilting his head back in an obvious attempt to tighten the hold on his hair, “In my pussy.”
James’ core burns.
“You already got it in that sweet pussy’a yours,” James reminds him, voice as thick as his swelling cock. “Remember? Fucked it into to you an hour ago. Bet it’s still in there, makin’ you all messy. Why don’t you—”
“Fine,” Steve huffs, snaps, and James barely resists the urge to put Steve’s dick under the heel of his dress shoe. “Then come on in.”
The words are slow out of Steve’s mouth, sinful and filthy. Even six feet under the drunken fog of sex Steve knows he’s got his Daddy right where he wants him with that request.
“Come on my pussy, Daddy.”
James doesn’t even need time to come. His fist flies over his cock, his heavy load in his balls at the ready. It’s always ready for Steve, always hot for whenever his boy wants it.
“Then fuckin’ show me, you show me exactly where you want it,” James purrs, lip curling as he watches Steve turn around on his knees eagerly and gracefully. He’s always so goddamn graceful when it comes to sex, eroticism layered in his body and pure existence. It’s why he enjoys being watched so much, why he gets off on eyes on him. Steve is sex.
When he bends at that sinful waist, when his cheek hits the floor and he arches his back, James’ groan is thunderous.
He’ll never tire of this sight, of Steven’s hole, of right where his perfect body works to let his Daddy inside. The proof is right there, right in front of James’ eyes. His pink pussy is slick with his Daddy’s first load, his rim puffy, his hole used, just as it should be. His balls sit prettily between his spread thighs, heavy with the load James has denied him of.
James sucks on his teeth to stop himself from losing focus and leaning down to suck them into his mouth one by one.
Steve’s ass always looks fuckable, the jiggle and fat of his cheeks tempting James every minute of every goddamn day, but there’s nothing compared to the sight that lays before him. And when Steve whines, when he leans his hips back and bounces his ass as if James needs a reminder of his request, James slips to the floor on his knees.   
He can’t resist, just a little—
He can feel Steve’s gluttonous groan in his own balls as he slips the fat tip of his cock into Steve’s ass, continuing to stroke himself off. He pulls his hips back, pushes it back in, does it again. And again.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired’a this. Get back here, get your hands back here. Show me—”  
Words tumble from James’ mouth as if he knows what they mean, as if he coherent enough to form demands. But God bless him, Steve knows. With a long whine he brings his hands back to his ass, to each cheek, spreading himself wide before smacking his hands over his own ass, shaking at the handfuls he grabs for.
The feeling of Steve’s ass shaking around his cock nearly makes James see stars.
“Fuck yeah.”
Steve smacks at his ass again, pressing his cheeks together and smushing his ass all around the tip of James’ cock.
“Daddy…come on my pussy, Daddy.”
James’ orgasm rushes through him, builds so quickly he shouts at the intensity of it. He barely has time to pull his cock free from the grip of Steve’s ass before the first hot spurt of come is shooting from his tip. Fucking hell.
Steve moans as if it’s his own orgasm, as if it’s his own set of balls emptying out. Or maybe he moans at the feel of it, at the sensation of his Daddy’s come dirtying him up, running down his taint and dragging down his sac. Or maybe, James thinks, maybe it’s Steve’s feral desire to be claimed in such a primal way, to be so subservient he’s more than willing to accept his Daddy’s come on his body instead of inside.
When James’ climax is complete, when he’s pulled everything he has from himself, he presses the head of his cock back into Steve’s pussy.
James damn near shouts again when Steve immediately clenches down around him, needy and absolutely desperate for more.
“Can never give you enough, always want fuckin’ more,” he huffs out with amusement feigned as annoyance as he watches Steve’s hole pulse and try to suck him further into his greedy body. Unbelievable. He reaches for Steve’s shoulders, pulling him up off the floor and sliding his dick further into Steve’s pussy. Steve’s heavy gasp makes his cock twitch inside of his boy’s body. Also unbelievable.
His hands slip to Steve’s tits, squeezing and pinching as he digs his teeth into the side of Steve’s neck. His hips meet the curve of his luscious ass and even Steve’s moan sounds slurred, James pressing in tight. It’s not impossible, a third orgasm, but it’s off the table for the night. James wants other things from his baby.
That doesn’t stop Steve from trying though, the bastard continuing to milk James dry.
“Come sit on my dick while it goes soft,” James whispers into Steve’s ear, fingers unable to resist the urge to pluck at Steve’s pretty nipples. He doesn’t give Steve the chance to argue or respond, easily pulling them both backwards and up to the couch, Steve in his lap. James can feel the come on his body, the way it bleeds into the fabric of his dress pants. He loves it.
“Never soft for me,” Steve manages to argue anyway, his head lolling back onto James’ shoulder. His fingers go back to pinching at Steven’s nipples, rubbing at them as Steve presses his chest into his Daddy’s touch. The noises he gets are soft, delicate almost, always are when he plays with Steve’s tits. James looks down the line of Steve’s body and sees his dick, angry and leaking, and if he’s not careful Steve could come like this, his Daddy’s hands on his tits.
“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, knowing damn well Steve is right. He skates his hands up and down Steve’s entire torso, pinching the tip of Steve’s dick, relishing in the whimper and twitch Steve gives him.
“Whatever you say, kitten.”
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libramooon · 2 years
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‧͙⁺˚* steve harrington | chapter nine: the piggy back *˚⁺‧͙
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cerise-angel · 8 months
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i've been saving all my summers for you
steve likes to see you in the sun and sea, with your swimsuit clinging to you like he would like to. your eyes closed and mouth tilted upwards, enjoying the sunshine. you notice his staring and snap your eyes open, catching a hint of his blushing cheeks. you smile and he smiles back. when you hug him, steve smells like summer, warm and pink under your hands. he tastes like fruit punch and you cant stop licking his lips. he pulls you closer to him, dropping himself and you into the lukewarm water. his arms are strong around you lifting you up for air, before stealing it with his mouth.
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monstrousfemale · 1 year
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bartender Eddie who lets Steve order and pay for beers but then never ever hands him a single beer ever, refuses to. only makes Steve fancy pretty cocktails that are way more expensive than his beer order, but he doesn't make him pay for the difference.
just tells him such a pretty boy deserves the prettiest drinks
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hotluncheddie · 1 year
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trans fem drummer stevie. she prefers blues and jazz but supposes if eddie and corroded coffin are desperate, maybe she can make an exception.
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anika-ann · 6 months
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He really said:
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I couldn't just leave him there🥺
Also today has been a day and this month has been a month and it's not ending so I deserved a treat ✨and they were on sale
At least one of us can do this all day😅
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tellatoast · 1 year
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Enter Maggie Francesca Harrington.
Moved to America from Italy when her father struck it big there.
Lives in Hawkins, Indiana for awhile, she goes into high school and meets Richard “Rich Dick” Harrington.
They fall in love and get married early(she’s 18, he’s 20). Her father, Francesco Giorgio Ricci, despises Richard and doesn’t give his blessing.
Francesco doesn’t approve of Richard, but he’ll be damned if he can’t walk his Pippi down the isle.
They have a beautiful wedding, beautiful reception, everything is paid for by the Harrington family(of course).
Her Maid-of-Honor is none other than Joyce Byers. Joyce was Maggie’s first American friend and has been with her through everything.
Mama and Papa Ricci move back to Italy for 4 years before moving back bc Maggie is pregnant.
April 29, 1967 - Stefano “Steve” Otis Francesco Harrington is born.
Maggie’s mother, Serena Paola Ricci, is full on in love with her little grand baby, her tesorino.
Spoils little Stefano to the max.
Francesco took to teaching him how to cook when he got a little older, as well as teaching him Italian.
Back when Serena still lived in Italy, she was a full-on fashionista: making dresses, taking in the waist, adjusting the lengths, adding, subtracting, the full shebang.
Serena would make Stefano little clothes, accessories of all type whether it be supposedly meant for girls or boys.
Richard had the most problems with this bc his son was not going to become a queer from his grandmother’s influence.
Maggie and Richard fought the most about Serena’s influence on Stefano.
Maggie all for the clothing, she didn’t spend money on clothes, even though they were well off, when her mother could make them for free.
Richard against Serena dressing Steve with whatever she made.
“The clothes make him look like a queer, Maggie! What are we gonna do when people start talking?! If anything, their influence on him needs to stop-” “Who cares?! He’s dressed and gets to spend time with his grandparents! They love him, Richard! Do not take that away from them. Don’t take it away from Steve.”
After that, Grandma and Grandpa don’t come over as often as they used to.
Steve’s confused on why grandma and grandpa aren’t around a lot and Maggie explains that they’re old and wanna have some romantic dates before coming back.
So, Steve starts watching his mother draw and paint and what-not and decides he wants to try too.
She teaches him the works and he takes off, in love with the hobby, then Richard finds out.
He goes off about these kinds of things making children queer and berates him for it.
Richard signs him up for baseball the same day.
Maggie knowing this, still draws with him in secret, teaching him more, both occasionally doing drawings together.
This is the start of Richard’s business trips.
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Italian!Steve has a very special place in my heart.
Also, someone said they envision Sophia Loren as Steve’s grandmother and I can’t unsee it.
Like, I can imagine this is one of the only pictures Steve has of his grandmother.
And someone sees it and interrogates him about it (maybe Robin), and he just gets all sad like, “That’s my grandmother, Serena Paola Ricci. She passed a little while back before all this happened…”, just telling her about how she’s had a big impact on his life, all the activities they used to do together, what she taught him, etc. etc.. And Robin is immediately pulling him into a hug and he sobs cuz he loved his grandparents so much, Serena especially.
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voyeurmunson · 5 months
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STEEB FOR YOU BBY
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Angel babyyyy 😩😩😩 I need him so bad it hurts
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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ummm that gifset u reblogged gave me ideas, the head scratching?? oops now im thinking of mama ks stevie baby getting scritched just like that... (except hes kneeling down and his chin is lying on his daddys lap, eyes closed breathing deeply trying not to squirm 😳)
assumedly related to this gif set of Chris and Scarlett
@howdoyousleep3
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Head 👏🏻 Scratches 👏🏻
And Baby Stevie relaxing until ohh, wait, that feels nice?
Why does it feel so nice?
Why does kneeling at Daddy's feet, getting his freshly cut hair stroked feel so good? Why does it kind of feel like being Daddy's pet as well as being pet by Daddy--why does the thought of being Daddy's pet sound so good and why is it making him so docile and wanting to obey? Where did all his fight go? Huh? What? What is happening to him?!
And how come James cooing at him--rumbling, lookit you, sweet boyyy, soaking up th'attention, ain't'cha?--make him feel all heavy and slow and... sweet all of the sudden when normally it'd make the fight boil up inside him?
Who is he?
Is he James' like this-?
Is he Daddy's?
He... he, uh, likes the thought of being Daddy's sweet boy and always feeling nice like this, being pet, being talked to, and being taken care of 😳
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emerald-evans · 1 year
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thinking about steeb
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soliloquent-stark · 7 months
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'not a perfect soldier, but a good man.'
chris evans in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and avengers: age of ultron (2015)
marvel parallels 3/?
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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year
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today i’m thinking about sweet sweet stevie baby reaching his point of no return, how it’s been building and festering inside of him, this anger and frustration and annoyance at every little thing. he hates that james has been patient and has been gentle, hates that Daddy has given him time and space to figure things out on his own, bullshit
it’s a rough blowup, one that is incredibly physical, one that starts with a shove to james’ shoulders and ends with steve face-first into a nearby wall with a thick arm pressed tightly against the back of his neck
it hurts and thank god it does
steve would run his mouth until he sobbed and then he would keep running it, james quiet as he smacked and pinched and groped at steve’s tight little ass, quiet as he slicked himself up with his own spit, quiet as he spread steve’s cheeks with a shove
but his silence ended once he’s balls-deep in steve’s bratty, defiant ass, voice hot in his ear, hand brutal in his hair, hips slapping hard up against steve's raw backside
"You shut your goddamn fuckin' mouth and listen to me. It's Daddy's turn. If this is what you wanted, you know all you had to do was fuckin' ask. You think I won't snatch up the opportunity to fuck you mean and raw? You think I'm gonna turn you down when you want somethin' rough, when you want it to hurt? When are you gonna learn that you never have to reach this fuckin' point?"
and damn would it be everything steve needed from his Daddy and more, so overwhelming and dizzying and soul-shattering, james not giving a shit about whether or not steve comes. he fucks him selfishly and savagely, fingers of his other hand holding Steve's tongue down, stroking it, making steve an absolute mess
"Shouldn't even fuckin' give you Daddy's come, don't deserve it. But it's probably the only thing that's gonna make you right in the head again, ain't it? Ask me for it then. Apologize. Say, 'Daddy I'm sorry for hiding from you and being a fucking brat. Can I please have your come in my ass?'. Fuckin' say it, Steven..."
today i'm thinking about how good being broken down by Daddy would feel for steve
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mostlikelyshutup · 6 months
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steve harrington listens to yacht rock unironically
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fromedennn · 1 year
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monstrousfemale · 1 year
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I have too many WIPs but rn I'm stuck thinking about Steve coming to Eddie when he's tired and broken and needy and just needs to be held and fucked and taken care of. And Eddie doesnt ask any questions, just gives Steve what he needs.
Because truth is when Eddie is hyper and fidgety and uneasy, Steve lets him into his bed, takes everything he is given, never asks him to slow down.
They work, Eddie crashing into Steve like angry waves, Steve folding into Eddie like he's only ever known love in his arms (and it's true).
Idk I think they're both desperate for each other in different ways and it's beautiful.
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