read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/10trwSYby lashworthe
30 days and 30 NSFW challenges (though some are more not safe than others.) Non-linear, pep, smutty goodness of iron frost joy! Some will be more fluff than smut, but there ought to be something for everyone!
1 Cuddles (naked)
2 Kiss (naked)
3 First time
4 Masturbation
5 Blow job
6 Clothed getting off
7 Dressed/naked (half dressed)
8 Skype sex
9 Against the wall
10 Doggy style
11 Dom/sub
12 Fingering
13 Rimming
14 69
15 Sweet and passionate
16 In public place
17 On the floor
18 Morning lazy sex
19 Outdoors, woods, parks, gardens
20 Your own kink
21 Shower sex
22 On the desk
23 Trying new position
24 Shy
25 With toys
26 Boring sex
27 Rough, biting, scratch
28 Role playing
29 With food
30 Whatever pleases you
31 BONUS LEVEL SURPRISEWords: 811, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English
- Fandoms: The Avengers (2012)
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark
- Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
- Additional Tags: 30 day challenge, PWP, IronFrost, FrostIron
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read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/YfKrEuby Incubigirl
Tony and Loki relaxing in bed.
Words: 250, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: The Avengers (2012)
- Rating: General Audiences
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
- Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
- Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff
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Sunday afternoons tend to be really boring. Especially when it rains. Different people deal with it differently, some people meet with family for dinner, others read books. Tony Stark, though, preferred to do something completely different: playing video games.
He could spend all Sunday with the joystick in his hands and play as if he was a teenager spending his free weekend (let’s face it, Tony really never grew up).
These situations extremely irritated Loki, who at the time had to find something to do, which was difficult, because he had already read all the books in Stark Tower and, being the extremely intelligent person he was, quickly got bored of watching Tony play.After many attempts to talk with the engineer, Loki decided to force him to pay attention to him. He just wanted to talk or play cards. Watch a movie together, maybe. Anything. But Tony adamantly didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
The God, looking at his lover—who was sitting with legs spread apart on the couch—had decided to take the matter into his own hands. He knelt on the carpet, between Tony’s legs. The man, despite Loki’s hands undoing his jeans, didn’t lift his eyes from the game.
Loki had secrets. Many, many secrets. Some of which he wanted to tell Stark right then and there.
Like why he’s living in a condo, why none of the other villains have been attacking, and why he lied about those words.
As soon as he said them, Loki regretted it. If those dreams were what the god thinks they were, he should stop this affair with Stark immediately before things get too serious and It happens all over again.
“So, did Tony manage to get anything from you? I know you like to talk to him.”
Loki didn’t turn at the sound of the archer. He sat on the little bench and stared at the wall.
“I’m guessing that’s a no.” the archer as Loki calls him since names are unimportant, steps toward the god. “Why haven’t you left yet? I know you can. We all know you can, yet you haven’t. What is keeping you here?”
Tony sat on the couch with a sigh, not really watching the movie in front him. Recently, the man had been having those dreams again, but they were much more vivid and real. He thought Loki’s magic might have something to do with it, but the god’s magic didn’t affect Tony back during the invasion, so why would it now?
“Tony, have you seen Thor?”
The man looked back and smiled at Pepper. Their relationship got a little rocky after he cheated on her and so, they were no longer dating.
“Um, I think he’s looking for Loki again, but that was like three hours ago.” Tony shrugged. “Why do you ask?”
“Fury wants to talk to all of you. It’s about Loki.”
“Why is everything about Loki now? What happened to Doom and Amora?”
“That’s a good question. Maybe Loki shooed them away.”
Tony didn’t respond and turned back to his movie. If Loki shooed the other villains away, then that would explain why it seemed as if the god was hiding something. Still, that doesn’t explain why Loki did it in the first place.
“Tell Fury I’ll be there in a minute. I want to finish watching this movie.”
“Loki’s captured.”“Steve told me that last time and I ended up getting taken by Loki because he wasn’t really captured.” And we ended up having sex, but let’s not go there.
Title: Sex and Magic
Fandom: Avengers
Pairings: Loki/Tony Stark
Warnings: Loki is cock tease, light bondage, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 998 (complete)
Summary: Loki does that spell that Tony really, really likes.
It had only been a full two weeks since the Avengers saw Loki. Two weeks since Tony and Loki had sex. The god had completely disappeared from the radar. Not even Thor could find him.
So, Tony continued on with his life as best as he could, cursing his mind for constantly bringing up memories of his night with Loki.
“Tony, we found him.”
The man looked up from his tablet and turned toward his blonde friend.
“You’ve found him? Loki that is.”
“Yes, he’s talking with Thor outside.”
Tony smiled widely, ignoring Steve’s confused look.
“What? We’ve finally got him on the radar! There are so many things we can do with him once we get him captured.”
“Yes, there are plenty of things you can do to him.”
Tony turned in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. He nearly screamed as he found green ones staring back at him.
“Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing here?” Tony cried out, jumping out of his bed. “You’re supposed to be in Asgard, locked away and shit.”
“As you can tell, I am not.” Tony could see Loki’s smirk in the dark, pearly white teeth glistening in the night. “I come here for one thing and one thing only.”
“If it was to scare the shit out of me, then you’ve done your job.”
“That was a bonus I must admit.” Tony shivered as the light sound of Loki’s laughter echoed in the room. “I came here to ask for a drink.”
That was the stupidest idea which recently came up to him. Pepper said “Tony, it will rain.” But who listens to Pepper? No, it was better to go walking for half of the city. What was he thinking at all? He always took his car. What tempted him to go home on foot?
That Tony Stark did not know. But he had a glimpse of how a man could feel drenched and frozen.
When he reached the top of the Stark Tower and walked out of the elevator, Loki, who was curled on the couch and reading a book, broke into uncontrollable laughter and almost rolled off onto the floor.
“What have you done with yourself?!” He choked and, from his eyes, tears of laughter fell.
“Shut up.” Tony growled, offended, and went into the bedroom to take off his wet clothes from his body and jump into a warm bed. Yes, that would be perfect. A warm bed, fluffy blanket and soft pillows.
But he didn’t even take off his shirt when he felt cold hands wrap around his waist and Loki’s capable tongue lick raindrops from his neck.
Something cool, soft and delicate was between his legs. It pleased him. Stroked his slowly awakening member, then moved higher, to caress his stomach for a moment, just to come back and make him feel the pleasant coolness on the abdomen again.
He opened his eyes suddenly completely awake, but was not surprised by Loki’s face next to his. Both were lying on sides, their noses almost touching, being only millimeters apart. The God’s green eyes gleamed in the pale light of the reactor, and when on his face blossomed a mischievous smile, his hand clenched tightly on Tony’s penis. This provoked a gasp from the engineer, who did not expect such a rapid turn of events.
“You’re hardening…” Loki whispered, staring deeply into the engineer’s eyes.
“No shit, Sherlock.” he replied, his breath quickened when the God began to stroke him. “You couldn’t sleep Lolo?”
“I could not,” Loki leaned a little closer and joined their lips in wet, passionate kiss, to which Tony replied cheerfully. He wrapped his arms around the raven haired one and pulled him closer, so that their chests were touching, and Loki’s hand was trapped between their bodies. That didn’t stop him, however, from the fast strokes on Tony’s penis, making it really hard, almost as hard as Loki’s, who had been excited for quite some time.
“Turn around, Snowflake.” Stark muttered, breaking the kiss for good and untangling Loki from his arms. He helped him turn around under the covers on the other side, and then clung the whole body to his back, pressing his erection into his buttocks. Loki groaned. And when Tony licked his two fingers, then shoved it deep inside the God, which groaned again, louder, and his back bent in a gentle arc. He put both hands under his pillow, clenching his hands into fists.
“Good?” The engineer asked, kissing the back of his lover’s neck, and then his ear.
“So good, Tony…” Loki whispered and closed his eyes, savoring the partner’s body, which was completely adherent to his back, and his fingers, which slowly moved, stretching him.
“Tell me when you’re ready Lolo.”
“I’m ready,” came the immediate reply, followed by suggestive movement of slim, pale hips. Tony chuckled and licked the vein of his lover’s slender white neck.
After a while, however, Stark pulled his fingers out of Loki’s hole and replaced it with his hard member, slowly stretching him even more and causing a loud, protracted groan from God’s mouth, mixed with his own gasp.
When he filled him to the very end, Tony wrapped his arm around the lover’s chest, hugging him tightly and slowly starting to move, breathing and listening to the deep, shaky breaths of his partner.
Developing a regular, slow rhythm—each time going into Loki to the hilt—, Tony rubbed his buttocks with his own abdomen. He did not want a fast, rough fucking. Not tonight. Tonight he wanted to make love with Loki, to show how much he cared about him, how much he loves him, even if he did not say it to him every day. He moved so slowly, with affection, stroking his slim belly under the covers, sliding down slowly to tighten the fingers on his hard erection, which has demanding attention since a long time.
Loki said nothing. He didn’t accelerate or tell him to fuck him harder as was his custom; Only moaned softly and pressed his back to Tony as hard as he could, to be able to feel the closeness and warmth of his body. As a result, the reactor was quite light obscured, trapped between them, but it did not matter, because Tony felt that he was getting close, and after feeling the shaking of Loki’s body, which he tightly cuddled, he could tell that his lover was close as well. So he stroked the God a little harder but did not accelerate any more the movements of his hips.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered to his love’s ear and closed his eyes, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen. “Come with me, please.”
And Loki did it. When the engineer made a last push and spilled into his lover, growling deep in his chest and biting his neck, the God came trembling on Tony’s hand and in the sheets, his fists clenching under the pillow even more than before.
It took a long time before their breathing calmed, then Tony slipped out of Loki and, not worrying about anything, wrapped the blanket tighter around them just to lay down so that the both of them were comfortable. Wrapping his arms around the God and burying his face in his hair, Tony inhaled the smell of winter.
“Can you sleep now, Snowflake?” He asked wearily.
But he did not get an answer. Loki drifted off, sleep by that blissful warmth Tony gave him, his arms around the other’s and measuring the movement of his chest.
The engineer smiled to himself and fell asleep too, involved by the scent of winter and love his favorite God exhaled.
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[Quick fic] - Praying
There were a thousand and one productive things Tony could be doing at that moment. A thousand and one distractions. He didn’t know why he constantly did this, crouched beside or on his bed, muttering sweet nothings to a broken deity. Maybe because of the prior knowledge of mythology - psychopath or not, the trickster had been through hell and back. Maybe it was that pathetic little face the latter had held so many days ago, lips barred by the muzzle, mustering a proud, metal exterior despite the turmoil in his eyes.
He subsided his muttering and frowned, eyes trailing upward. Stark was a man of science and reason, but damn if he couldn’t feel Loki’s smile whenever the he finished.
After a pause Tony let his body go slack and swallowed. Maybe it was because he knew what it was like to see the void.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/6089f48c128026ff24d1fa5b1e656f4c/tumblr_mk6n7j7b0F1rjct1yo1_500.png)
[Quick fic] - Praying
There were a thousand and one productive things Tony could be doing at that moment. A thousand and one distractions. He didn’t know why he constantly did this, crouched beside or on his bed, muttering sweet nothings to a broken deity. Maybe because of the prior knowledge of mythology - psychopath or not, the trickster had been through hell and back. Maybe it was that pathetic little face the latter had held so many days ago, lips barred by the muzzle, mustering a proud, metal exterior despite the turmoil in his eyes.
He subsided his muttering and frowned, eyes trailing upward. Stark was a man of science and reason, but damn if he couldn’t feel Loki’s smile whenever the he finished.
After a pause Tony let his body go slack and swallowed. Maybe it was because he knew what it was like to see the void.
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/14qBJoVby Hella
Tony learns that if you mess with the horns, you get wanton graffiti. Loki brushes up on his art skills.
Words: 363, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: The Avengers (2012)
- Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark
- Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
- Additional Tags: Humour, Helmet wars
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[Drabble prompted by betterfuckingbelieveit, made rebloggable upon request; original post & at AO3]
Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space [teen high school students Tony and Loki AU]
OK, so I was chatting with… lord I don’t even remember who last night, and then suddenly *this* popped, near fully formed into my head. Must be the whole Grimm’s 200th year, or the snowfall we finally got. I dunno. But seeing as I’ve been BLOCKED for the past month, I’m not gonna complain. Set as a ‘one-off’ in the ‘Holiday Evil’ AUverse.
Anonymous asked ~ FrostIron; one sided love
TW: Character death, mention of suicide.
“Oh dear.”
The voice, echoing through speakers in the wall, seemed like a mockery of the velvet smooth tone he’d come to expect from his lover. His soft yet sharp face now distorted by the reflections against his glass cage and the sarcastic expression of dismay.
Tony was trying very hard not to vomit.
“You actually thought it love, didn’t you?” Luke - … no, Loki - Loki drawled, false surprise and sympathy dripping from his every word.
Clenching his jaw, Tony couldn’t have answered even if he’d wanted too. He’d come down here angry, seeking answers. Luke - Loki dammit - had entered his life like a tropical storm, blowing every single one of his defenses down. They’d met at some dull as dirt event, their eyes meeting across the crowded room like some kind of fucking love story. They had talked, flirted and left together. But they didn’t go to bed together. They’d walked. Talked. Flirted more. And exchanged numbers.
Eventually, Tony had found himself opening up to him and a way he’d never even imagined he would. He’d thrown caution to the wind, allowing Luke’s consuming spirit and freedom to wash over him, and shared every part of himself with the man who had won his heart. He’d needed it after Pepper’s dea … after he lost her. He’d been on the edge of suicide when Luke had shown up.
And it’d all been lies. To get the that fucking Tesseract.
Not only that, but Fury now believed Loki had actually killed Pepper to get close to him. The thought made Tony tremble with too many emotions to name.
“My sweet, pitiful mortal.” Loki whispered, refusing to drop the mocking tone, “To think that anyone, much less a being such as myself, could ever, possibly love you.” Smiling ‘sadly’, Loki shook his head, “It’s so sad. Pathetic really.” With a heavy sigh, Loki bit his lips together.
Tony suspected he was trying to keep from laughing.
‘Pepper loved me.’
“We.” Tony managed to ground out, “Are going. To beat. You.”
This time Loki did laugh, an amused, condescending laugh, “Are you certain of that? You know, you do prattle on a bit when you think somebody cares enough to hear what you have to say. I feel I know everything I need to know about your team, your technology and indeed your world, in order to ensure my success.” Taking a step forward, Loki’s expression took on a vicious edge, “It almost made laying with you, touching you.” There he shivered in disgust while Tony tried to hold back tears, “Worth it.”
Loki trailed his eyes up and down Tony’s body and fucking sneered, “Almost.”
Tony turned away at the reminder, at the memory of laying in bed with the man he loved, spilling everything from his childhood, complaining about the Avengers, explaining - in vivid fucking detail - his newest inventions. He hated it. Hated him. Hated, more than anything, that he just wanted to close his eyes and wake up. Wake up back in Luke’s - yes Luke’s - arms, telling him of this nightmare.
He hated that Loki’s mocking, cruel laugh sounded just as melodic to him as when he’d found the one ticklish spot on the base of Luke’s foot.
Hated the ghost of a tingle he felt on his collar bone, the small bruise there once a token of love, now a medal of his own stupidity.
Making himself walk away, Tony fought every instinct in his body that screamed at him to look back. Just one more time.
He hated it.
