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space-mermaid-writing · 6 months
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Using my fall break to do some sketches for IronStrange stories I have yet to write. Will I ever finish them? Nobody knows
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jacobbyart · 1 year
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🧜🏻‍♂️🧍🏼
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a very late birthday present for @perlmutt-perl! about... nine months too late? it's closer to your next birthday now, pearl XDD it's finally out in the wild! AND the new-ish art/coloring style i havent had the chance to exercise too much bc of my job 😒 have been trying out for a while now but still getting used to.
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sunnysideprincess · 1 year
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Merman Tony:
“I was cursed by my godfather. I cannot survive above surface. Never let that stop me.”
His flesh shimmers like gold under the right light.
He once courted a siren. She's his best friend now.
Likes the blond and the brunet land-dwellers who bring him land things and flirt with him.
Builds a fake-heart to battle his curse.
Almost died trying to befriend a sea serpent once.
Siren!Pepper is here
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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Read the story with the trench mermaid and love it
What if she takes a liking to steve and is the only person she trust and alright to talk to . Tony surprised y/n takes a liking to him and y/n did tell tony "the guards are tasty . The cruel the better " while grinning
Continued from this post. Warning: minor language.
No, but like, what if that rumor/threat gives Tony the idea to use her as an interrogation tool for the other prisoners, putting them in a kind of shark cage and slowly lowering them into the water.
"I'm not actually going to let her eat them, Steve. I'm not a monster."
"No, you just think she's one." Steve crosses his arms over his chest, looking fondly at the bizarre deep sea creature he's spent so much time with over the last few days.
"Fishfucker says what," Tony mutters.
Steve, of course, has enhanced hearing and doesn't take the bait. He simply tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, lips pulled into a tight judging line.
"Lan-goo-idge," you sound out from beyond the plexiglass, blinking repeatedly and shaking your head in fake disapproval.
Tony's mouth drops open, eyes the size of dinner plates. His head snaps back to see Steve barely containing a chuckle, the man's own eyes now radiating pride.
"You did NOT."
Steve claps a hand over his mouth just as a high-pitched but low-volume shriek leaves you.
"Is she...is she laughing at me?"
Your webbed fingers pinch together, pointing at Tony with three full rows of gleaming, green teeth showing.
"Fff--" this one is difficult to enunciate "--fuhhhh-ker."
"I gotta--" Steve excuses himself with a wave to rush out and weeze-laugh in the next room.
Tony leans back like he's been slapped in the face, red flushing above his goatee.
"Cap! Cap, you get back here. What did you do?!"
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Could not help myself. Not even sorry. 🤗
[Next part]
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underburningstars · 2 years
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When he was younger, Aunt May's mermaid stories were his favorite.
But he never believed them to be real.
At least not until one smacked him in the face.
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Peter discovered something he wasn't supposed to
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carsonian · 11 months
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Watched The Little Mermaid in the cinema on my day off to piss of a co-worker. Ended up getting a SteveTony brainworm and proceeded to spend the rest of the day writing a TLM!au.
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Anyway, here's the fic:
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khalixascorner · 2 years
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In The Depths
Summary: Meroctopus Tony just wants to have his own fry one day, but wants to ensure he has the proper mate to have them with. One day, merguppy Peter catches his attention and Tony decides that the merguppy is going to be his mate. Whether he wants to or not.
Tags: MerOctopusTony, Merguppy Peter, underwater au, Stalking Octopus Tony, Non-con/dub-conned into love, monster fucking,Tentacle Rape, Tentacle Sex, naive peter, Oviposition, The author spent way too much time researching sea creature reproduction and it shows, the author has also never written said stuff before and it shows, hermaphrodite Peter, Mpreg, Pregnant Peter,Squid Beck in Ch. 2, The Author Regrets Nothing, happy ending guaranteed, Dark Tony, sorry if i forget a tag
Read on AO3 Here or read below
Art by the absolutely fantastic @sausageg
Tony first spotted the little merguppy with the pretty blue tail on one of his hunting forays. A school had been swimming above him and a guppy had lagged behind, bright blue fins standing out without the cover the school provided. One of the other guppies called out and the curly haired merguppy was quick to rejoin its school but had peaked Tony’s interest.  
He finished hunting before finding the school again, on the watch for the merguppy with curly hair and the bright blue tail. It didn’t take long for the guppy to fall behind once again, his attention clearly caught by something on the ocean floor. Tony moved closer as he matched his color to rocks and coral surrounding him, intent on staying hidden from the guppy for now. The octopus had to bite back a chuckle as he saw the guppy pick up an interesting shaped shell and slip it in his bag before darting off to rejoin the school again.  
This happened again and again, with the curious guppy filling his bag to the brim before following the school back to their home.  
Tony continued to watch the guppy for days between his hunts, enthralled with the curious eyes and pretty tail. This, he decided, was a mate worth having. Someone with an actual intellect, that could give him offspring without dying and abandoning them like female octopi did. He remembered being a freshly hatched fry and watching his mother fade away to nothing in front of him, unable or unwilling to do anything to stop it. She had used the last of her strength to fend off a predator, leaving both her body and her foe’s for her children to consume. His father had never been around at all, having fulfilled his mating duties then abandoned his offspring.  
Tony didn’t want that for his offspring. He wanted to stay around and he wanted their mother to be there too. Guppies, Tony noted to himself, gave birth to live young, and helped care for them as they taught them to school. Even more interesting was how his blue guppy’s school seemed to be completely hermaphroditic. The more he learned about his little blue guppy, the more perfect he seemed.  
So Tony watched, and waited, and planned until finally the perfect opportunity came. His mate’s school had traveled further from their home than normal, which just happened to take them closer to his den. Tony was already carrying a supply of shells to lure his guppy with, so he swam close and dropped the first one. Then he swam a bit further and dropped the next.  
He continued until he was sure it would be far enough away from the school that he could grab his guppy without attracting attention. Then he waited, trusting his guppy’s keen eye and curiosity to lead him to Tony.  
Tony didn’t have to wait long either. The guppy was swimming from shell to shell, carefully putting them in his bag.  
“Looking for these?” Tony asked, holding out the rarest shell he had found.
The guppy started, staring worriedly at the octopus but still swam closer, carefully taking the shell from the larger mer.
“Thank you, sir,” the guppy said. “I love finding the special shells, you know? Like, what lived in these and why are they shaped this way? It’s so fascinating.”
“It is,” Tony agreed, the guppy’s rambling only reinforcing Tony’s infatuation. “Just like you.”
The guppy jumped, looking at Tony with wide eyes and a pretty flush painting his cheeks.  “I- ah, what?” the guppy asked, clearly confused and unsure. His warm earthy eyes dropped to the shell in his hands, though his eyes kept darting to Tony.  
“You’re a very interesting guppy,” Tony said, pulling out a glowing lichen covered shell that he had meant to save for later. “Not many think to ask why things are or even what, but you, my precious guppy, look so closely at everything around you.”
Tony pulled the guppy’s hands into his and gently deposited the shell. Then he leaned in and stole a quick kiss to the cheek while the guppy was distracted.  
“My name is Tony,” he said, letting a few of his tentacles trail gently over the guppy, spreading oh so tiny amounts of his poison so that the guppy would be more easily convinced to return home with him. “What’s yours?”
“I’m P-Peter, sir,” the guppy replied shyly.  
“Well, Peter, I have many more interesting things back in my den, if you’d like to see them,” Tony offered, rubbing his tentacles on the guppy more, though still keeping his touch gentle and light. “It’s not far from here so you’d be back to your school in no time.”
Tony had no intention of letting Peter slip away if they proved as compatible as he thought they would, but the little guppy didn’t need to know that.  
“I-I don’t know if I can,” Peter murmured, glancing around nervously. “What if I can’t find the school again?”
“Don’t worry, little guppy,” Tony repliedsoothingly. “I know my way around here really well and I’m sure I can get you home again if we need to.”  
Peter knew he probably shouldn’t go with the stranger, but he was so curious and there was something just mesmerizing about the mer-octopus. He was handsome and didn’t trigger any of Peter’s flight or fight responses, so surely it would be ok to just take a peek.  
With a shy nod, he followed Tony back to his den. The octopus kept brushing him gently with his tentacles but Peter thought nothing of it. His school would touch fins to confirm location and just stay aware of each other, and he assumed it was no different for the other.  
By the time they reached the well hidden den, Peter was starting to feel a little off, but he brushed it aside, excited to see what the octopus wanted to show him.  
“Here we go, Peter Pie,” Tony said with a flourish. Peter gasped as he looked around, seeing all sorts of shells and shiny bits decorating the den.  
“This is amazing,” Peter said, darting from display to display before he caught sight of the fanciest nest he had ever seen. “You have a mate?”
“Yes, if he’ll have me,” Tony said, his voice husky. “I’ve been trying to court him though I don’t think he realizes it yet.”
“You should be more upfront then, at least that’s what my aunt always says,” Peter said, still looking around. “Sometimes they just don’t realize it.”
“You’re right, I should,” Tony said, swimming closer to Peter. “But I don’t want to scare him away either.”
“I’m sure as long as you’re gentle and honest, it’ll go just fine,” Peter said, finally turning to face Tony. He froze when he saw the dark look on the octopus’ face. “Tony?”
Nervousness finally bubbled in him as Peter floated backward, only to hit the nest.  
“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Peter,” Tony said softly as he floated closer. “You’re so curious and intelligent, especially for a guppy, and still so kind too.”
Tony’s tentacles were touching him again, and Peter wanted to run but his body felt frozen. Tears leaked from his eyes only to be gently brushed away by Tony’s hand.
“Don’t cry, little guppy,” Tony said, tentacles grabbing more firmly even as he cupped Peter’s face in his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to claim you as my mate.”
Tony placed a gentle kiss on Peter’s lips, then deepened it, causing Peter to gasp as Tony’s tongue pushed into his mouth. His body was still frozen and his heart was pounding in his chest, but the shudder that came next wasn’t from fear. Tony’s tentacles were rubbing along him gently, teasing his sensitive skin with every pass while suckers would occasionally latch on. Then they slid down his tail, teasing at his fins. A warmth he had never felt bubbled in his lower half and he couldn’t help the trill that slipped free.
“That’s it, little guppy,” Tony soothed. “Just relax and let me help you feel good.”
Peter let out a startled yelp when a tentacle started rubbing over his dorsal slit. He felt something warm and slick touch him, but he couldn’t do anything but whimper and trill as his body was still frozen.    
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“Shhhh, it’s ok, baby,” Tony murmured as he moved Peter into the seaweed nest.  
He used a tentacle to spread more and more slick on the guppy’s slit before pushing just the tip into him. The merguppy was tight around his tentacle, but he simply lengthened it to slide in easier then let it thicken slowly as he stretched Peter. As the natural relaxants did their job, Tony allowed the tentacle to thicken more before starting to thrust it in and out, each time sliding a bit further into the trilling mer.
“That’s right, such a good guppy,” Tony cooed. “You’re taking me so well. Can’t wait to see you stuffed full of my eggs. You’ll make such a good carrier for them. Won’t abandon them or let yourself die after a single one like an octopus would.”
Peter whimpered beneath him, muscles twitching as he tried to fight the mild paralytic Tony had used on him.  
“Please, Tony, please, it’s too much,” Peter cried as Tony pushed more of his tentacle into the boy’s slit.  
“You can do it,” Tony soothed. “Just a bit more, little guppy. You can take it.”
Tony thrust in and out more firmly even as his other tentacles continued to touch everywhere he could reach. He leaned down and captured a budding nipple between his teeth, playing with the other with his hand as yet another limb teased at Peter’s lips before slipping in. His guppy groaned around the intrusion and twitched weakly beneath him.
Tony smirked, sucking harder and nipping at the nipple in his mouth before switching over to the over side. He kept the thrusting in the guppy’s mouth shallow, but in time with the thrusting in his slit.  
Peter whined and trilled as Tony worked him up more and more. Tony noticed Peter’s fins fluttering and caught sight of what he wanted. His little guppy had a penile fin that would harden and excrete what he needed to fertilize his eggs, but Tony would have to catch it in and stuff it into Peter’s slit after the eggs were deposited. Luckily Tony had already prepared a tightly woven bag to catch it in. 
A particularly hard suck caused Peter’s body to tighten around his tentacle, and Tony hurried to line his bag up with the fin he needed even as his tentacles picked up speed. He wasn’t close to completion yet but he would happily push his guppy past his limits. He could gather extra cum this way too.
Peter came hard around his tentacles, his whole body seizing tightly before the poor guppy passed out, overwhelmed by the pleasure Tony was showing him.  
Peter’s loosened body allowed Tony to slip his tentacle in further until he found what he was looking for. As a hermaphrodite, Peter had the pouch for growing fry, even if it wasn’t necessarily meant for octopus eggs. Distantly Tony wondered if breeding his guppy this way would activate the latent genes. Then they could have a second batch of fry for their shoal that would have Peter’s eggs instead.  
The thought of breeding Peter again as he fucked into the limp guppy finally pushed Tony over the edge. He pushed his tentacle as far in as he dared and let the eggs pump through it. Peter moaned around the thick tentacle that was still stuffed in his mouth. Tony didn’t withdraw it even as Peter’s eyes flew open and his body tightened around him, wanting his guppy to be full of nothing but him.    
Peter tried to trill and cry but the tentacle stuffed in his mouth effectively gagged him. He watched in mixed horror and fascination as his scales bulged. Everything felt so full and just on the border of too much, especially with the thick limb in his mouth still thrusting gently in time with the even larger one in his slit.
Peter couldn’t help drifting mentally as his body was held in Tony’s tentacles, unable to move or speak. He lost track of time entirely, only coming back to himself when the tentacle in his mouth was finally removed. The one in his slit soon followed, and Peter sagged in relief. He still felt too full, but it felt more bearable with the thick tentacle gone.  
“Shhh, you did so well, my precious mate,” Tony murmured to him, one tentacle petting his hair gently. “We’re just about done, and then we can rest properly.”
“No, please,” Peter begged, panic welling up in him at the thought of being filled any more. “I can’t.”
“It’s ok, little guppy,” Tony soothed. “Just this one last thing.”
Peter sobbed as Tony’s tentacles cradled him. It was loving and likely would have calmed him if not for the tentacle prodding at his sore slit. It pushed in, and Peter groaned in pain when it felt like something rough was catching against his rim. Then it slipped in and Peter felt the strangest sensation, like something warm was squirted into him, before the tentacle pulled back again. He almost relaxed only to tense when another tentacle pushed in. It wiggled around and there was a sharp pressure that drew a high pitched trill from him before the pressure faded and the tentacle finally withdrew.  
Tony kept him cradled as Peter sniffed and whined.
“I’m sorry, little guppy,” Tony said as he rocked Peter, nuzzling his neck as he pulled Peter’s back against his chest, curling around Peter in the nest. “Just had to make sure they got fertilized and that they wouldn’t fall out before it’s time. I’ll pull the sponge out once they’re close to hatching and it won’t hurt you in the meantime, I promise.”
“Fer-fertilized?” Peter asked hesitantly, still not fully understanding what had happened.  
“I put our eggs in your pouch,” Tony told him. “Then I collected your sperm to fertilize them with. I’m just making sure they fertilize properly now.”
Peter felt numb as the reality of the situation hit him fully.  
“Our eggs?”
“Well, mine technically. Your carrier genes haven’t been activated so you didn’t have any,” Tony explained cheerfully. “If they do though, I’ll give you fry with your eggs too. Anything for my beloved.”
“What about my school?” Peter asked, already mourning the loss of his family and friends.  
“You can go visit after the fry are born, of course,” Tony assured him. “I won’t keep you from them, although I hope you’ll help me build a shoal of our own fry.”
“You- you mean it?” Peter asked shyly.
“Of course, you have my word Peter,” Tony told him seriously. “As soon as the fry are old enough not to need you. We don’t want to risk them following you and getting hurt or anything though.”
Peter nodded along, his hand resting atop the bulge of his stomach. He wouldn’t want to endanger their young. Even though they were still eggs, he already knew he would love them. His brain tried to imagine what they’d look like and if they’d be more like octopi or guppies.    
As Peter fell into hazy day dreams, Tony was making his own plans for their future. After all, it wouldn’t be hard to put a new batch of eggs in Peter while the fry were still little so that his guppy would never leave him.
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mandowh0re · 1 year
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Come Back To Me
Chapter 1
Pairing: mer person! Tony Stark x Steve Rogers
Summary: Steve leaves Tony behind to go fight in the war, and doesn’t come back… Until 65 years later.
A/N: let me know what you want to see in future chapters! again credit to this art by @capnstars for the inspiration!
Warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of death, death ideation if you squint, angst with a happy ending
Word Count: 1428 LOL
Happy Reading!
Prologue / Part 1
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Steve isn’t sure whether or not he’s happy they found him. He’s not sure if he’s grateful or resentful that they brought him back. He’s alive, but at what cost? Everyone he knows is dead, except Peggy, but she’s in a memory care home and barely remembers him.
It grips at his throat in the dead of night when he tries to sleep. He feels sick and angry and sad, all at the same time.
He thinks of the last night he saw Tony. That night was the first and last time they had shown each other the love they had, but they never got to say their ‘I love you’s. Tony refused to hear it, because Steve could say it when he got back.
It’s been 65 years since that night.
Steve knows that as a mer person, Tony lived longer. But he didn’t know by how much. And in those 65 years, anything could have happened…
Steve vomits at the thought that anything might have happened.
It’s two more weeks by the time he’s decided he has to visit their spot at the lake. Maybe it’s not there anymore. Maybe there’s apartments there, or a shopping mall.
But when he gets off his SHIELD-issued motorcycle, he lets go of a breath and feels almost giddy that it’s been nearly untouched.
He’s brought a bag to keep him occupied for the day, because he really doesn’t plan on leaving until it gets dark. He needs this, to feel something familiar. Even though it fills his throat with emotions and turns his stomach inside out to know that Tony won’t show up.
He settles under the large oak tree that’s still there, noticing that their names are still carved into the wood. He pulls out his pencils and sketchbook, and begins to the view, but eventually catches himself drawing Tony, propped up onto the boulder he always favored laying on.
He’s immersed in every detail of Tony, making sure to get everything right; the shape of his eyes, the dimples of his smile, the curve of his collarbone, the shape of his tail, even the scar on his fin.
He doesn’t know how much time has passed, he hasn’t been paying attention and honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that by the time he looks up from the page, the sun is no longer in front of him, but behind. Almost as soon as he looks up, there’s a rustling sound and the water ripples.
“Hello?” Steve calls, standing up from his spot. His joints ache at the sudden movement and his right foot is asleep. He looks around but doesn’t see a soul. He shakes out his foot and moves to the water.
Maybe it was just a fish.
He takes a long breath and walks to the boulder, and rolls his pant legs up, deciding to hang his legs in the water. He sits and submerged his legs into the cool water.
That’s when he sees it.
There’s a rock a few meters away that juts into the water. There’s a fin swishing under the water that’s just in sight. And Steve’s heart stops.
He knows that fin. He memorized the color, the shape, the little tear that never fully healed from an injury a long, long time ago.
Steve doesn’t speak, though. Because it’s not possible… Right? He can’t even find his voice.
Suddenly he feels like he’s having an out of body experience. His voice leaves his body without consent nor recognition.
“Tony?” He sounds breathless.
The fin stops moving, and for several long moments, Steve thinks he’s not breathing. Has he died? Did he crash his motorcycle and now he’s dead?
But then the water ripples again and the owner of said fin peeks around the rock.
He’s definitely dead… Because-
“Steve?” Tony says. It sounds broken, scared.
Steve lets go of the breath he’s been holding, “Holy shit-“ He scrambles into the water and moves to swim to Tony, but of course Tony is already there, looking up at the man that’s used to be MUCH smaller.
“You’re taller.”
It’s the same thing Bucky said to him.
“You’re older.” Because yeah, Tony’s features are definitely older. He looks like what a human man in his early 40s might look. He’s got a sharp goatee that has Steve nearly foaming at the mouth.
The water only stands to Steve’s waist, when it used to come to his chest.
Tony can’t meet Steve’s height anymore, not in water this shallow.
“I need you to come down here and kiss me before it kills me.”
Steve takes no time in bending down and pulling Tony up against him, standing up at his full height once more. Tony grabs Steve’s face and kisses him with fervor. Like this kiss will make Steve stay, and stop him from disappearing again.
Steve’s arms are wrapped around Tony, one around his middle and one around his tail where his bottom would be if he were human. Tony wraps his tail around Steve’s legs in order to hold him tighter.
When they finally break for air, they’re both crying.
“I thought you were dead-“
“How are you here-“
“You never came back-“
“I thought I’d never see you again-“
Confessions and fears pour from each other until they’re sunk back into the water, Steve on his knees and holding Tony to him.
“I love you.” Steve tells him.
Tony is quiet, looking Steve in the eyes as tears fall.
“You told me to wait until I came back to you. I’m back, and I can’t wait anymore. I need you to know that I love you more than anything. I can’t survive without you anymore. I’ll- I have connections, now. Maybe we can bring you back to SHIELD and get you a pool with top secret clearance and maybe we can try and find a way to-“
Tony silences the man with another kiss. When he pulls away, Steve’s quiet.
“I’ll go wherever you want. Just don’t disappear again.”
Steve nods and looks down, suddenly noticing two things.
Tony is wearing his dog tags, and
There’s a glowing blue light in Tony’s chest.
Tony notices Steve’s gaze, “I’ve never stopped wearing them. Not since Peggy showed up with them…”
Tony closes his eyes at the memory, not wanting to think about it now.
Steve kisses Tony’s shoulder, thumbing the tags, “And the…” He trails off, not really knowing what to call the thing taking place in Tony’s sternum.
“…The reactor? It’s a long, sad story. I don’t want to ruin this with it. I’ll tell you another time.”
Steve grabs Tony’s hand and squeezes it, kissing his knuckles and holding it to his chest. His heart hurts, because it looks incredibly painful. The skin around it is scarred and puckered, the color of his skin ranging between pink and red and pale. Something horrible happened, and Steve wasn’t here to protect him.
“Hey,” Tony lifts Steve’s chin so that he looks at him, “Don’t worry. I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
“As much?” Steve’s eyes are sad. Tony’s are too, but he smiles and tilts his head.
“Don’t worry about that right now. A lot has changed. I haven’t been completely alone the last few years.”
Steve isn’t sure what that means, but he feels like something is lifted off his chest. He nods, agreeing to stop pressing the issue because Tony clearly doesn’t want to talk about it right now.
Tony smiles and ducks his head, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s neck, “You’re much stronger now.”
Steve chuckles, “Yeah.”
Tony’s hands move from Steve’s shoulders down to his biceps, and squeeze, “So… Muscle-y.” He nips at Steve’s pulse point, earning him a gasp. He smirks, “Anything else change?” He asks, pushing his tail into Steve, making the other man groan.
Steve grabs at Tony’s arms and turns them around, pushing Tony into the dirt along the water.
“Would you like me to show you?” Steve asks, his voice now low and filled with lust. Tony looks into his eyes, the blue almost completely overtaken by his blown out pupils.
Tony nods, “Please.”
They spend the rest of the day like that, making up for lost time.
By the time Fury gets a call from Steve, it’s nearly 10pm.
“Captain, what the fuck-“
“I need a favor. I’ll sign up for your super team, but I need this in exchange.”
Fury sits up from his relaxed position in his office chair, interest suddenly piqued, “Go on…”
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monster-cock69 · 2 years
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young mermaid peter saving prince tony from drowning, not because he didn't want him to die or anything like that, but because he'd seen the things tony worked on in the lab and wanted to know how he could recreate it underwater
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space-mermaid-writing · 6 months
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IronStrange fics update
Okay, since it will probably still be some time until I feed you some new stories, I thought I could at least tell you what I'm working on. (And with working on I mean actively writing it as well as imagining it in my head.)
There's this Vampire!Stephen and Werewolf!Tony AU I just finished. You will hear about it soon.
Also, while this is all IronStrange, I do have a Doctor Strange x Reader project going on I want to work on more. (Don't mind me trying to multitask everything all at once)
Anyway... IronStrange fic projects under the cut :) I'm open for plot bunnies for these projects.
King and Consort ♛ (aka the arranged marriage AU) <Tony stepped to the window, peering down below as the crowds gathered, already celebrating. He loved his people and desired to protect them, had vowed with his life to serve them.
As a prince he had become trusted by his people, stood his ground in his fathers court and shown them he was his own prince and not just another carbon copy of the Stark's rulers.
As their King, he was to fulfill that promise and duty to them by taking a spouse.
As a man, he was nervous. He didn't like the unexpected and the marriage agreements had been carefully and meticulously planned out with Kamar-Taj’s representative by his most trusted advisor, Pepper. All he knew about his husband-to-be was, written on paper, his name, Stephen Strange, Prince of Kamar-Taj.
The foreign realm was known for its sorcerers and even if it was rare for a royal member to become well trained in the magical field, Strange had joined them as a well trained and skilled sorcerer.>
Mostly plotted and partly written. I'll probably try to finish this next.
Belly dancer AU this one is mostly smut. I just want to put Stephen into lots of jewelry and beautiful clothes, and having him seduce Tony with his dance. Stephen's hips don’t lie.
Gladiator fighting AU What if instead of the Hulk it was Tony who crashed on Sakaar? Forced to fight in the arena. He meets a healer slash wizard who is also a human stranded on the planet. Can they unite their forces and escape together? Or will Tony be beaten to death in the arena?
A lot of hurt/comfort and whump.
Tony is strong but only parts of his suit survived the crash. And compared to the big, broad aliens he is set up for fighting, he knows he is not the brawniest. But he knows how to work a crowd and having the crowds favor gives him some advantages. So he is all showy and flashy while trying to win the fights… or at least to not die. It also catches the eye of the Grandmaster. And that can be a dangerous thing.
Fae AU Stephen is king of the winter court; a realm that is very secluded. The other realms eye it with suspicion, because they are sure that Strange killed the previous ruler, the Ancient One. (Also, Stephen refuses to talk to anyone outside of his realm and is a sad loner) That is until one day the king of summer is found in the winter’s forest, barely conscious. Can Tony melt his frozen heart?
Timestone!Stephen AU Following the MCU’s timeline from Siberia to Thanos. Enemies to Tony-learns-to-unhate-magic to Lovers. It also includes time travel.
I’m currently plotting this. I just wanted something with an overpowered Stephen with a deep love for Tony. Not sure how I am going to manage it, because I'm several pages into plotting and so far Stephen is just cursing the Eye of Agamotto for not working properly. Help.
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pandagirl45 · 2 years
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Title: Of the Seven Seas
Collaborator Name: Pandagirl
Card Number: 330
Link: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/pandagirl45
Square Filled: N5 Meet Cute
Ship/Main Pairing(s): Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes
Rating: SFW
Major Tags & Triggers:  Tony Stark Bucky Barnes Marvel Fanart
Word Count: N/A
Summary: Of the Seven Seas, it is you I found. 
Bucky woke on a beach to meet a merman of as he has never seen before. The long green tail with colorful stripes caught him. If it is a spell he is under or they are so struck by one another, it is up to them to decide. 
I took inspiration from a Moray Eel and an Angel Fish
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sea-owl · 2 years
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It's mermay! 🥰
Have some space mermaid!Tony:
Steve had not believed Carol when she said that there were mermaids in space.
He had not believed her and now there's a space merman outside their ship.
The merman was gorgeous, and Steve wished he had his sketchbook and a pencil. Black curls that matched the darkness of space and tanned skin on the top half of his body. In the middle of his chest was a glowing blue star. That same glow was in his eyes, and made up his tail. When the space mer moved it reminded Steve of a shooting star. Tied at the mer's waist was a red and gold belt with a bunch of pouchs.
The space mer waved and Steve awkwardly waved back.
Carol grinned. "Tony!"
Clint snorted. "The space mermaid is named Tony?"
Tony pointed towards the back and Carol nodded. The blonde pressing the button to open up the ramp.
Carol rolled her eyes. "No, that's the closest translation we could get between our languages."
Steve paid neither of them any attention. He just watched as Tony . . .swam? Flew? Steve didn't really care he just watched as Tony moved towards the open ramp.
A knock on the back door and Carol was closing the ramp.
"Cosmic ray you locked me out!"
Tony's voice was an echo. His tail had transformed into a long skirt that still faintly glowed and toes could be seen poking out from underneath.
Carol hugged him. "Regular humans can't breathe in space Tony."
Tony looked confused. "They can't?"
Carol answered with a laugh. "No Tony they can't."
Tony even looked more confused and made his way over to where Steve was. His hand resting on the star of Steve's uniform.
"And here I thought you wised up and got one of the cosmic warriors on your team." Tony said, looking back at Carol. His hand stayed over Steve's star. He turned his attention back on Steve. "But then again you are way prettier than any of those brutes."
Steve's face reminded Tony of a red star.
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darthbloodorange · 2 years
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Steve is caught by a Cecaelia. This might just be the end for him. Cecaelias happily eat mer like him. But this octopus looks hungry for something other than a meal...
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For the: ✦ @stevetonygames - Fuck|Marry|Kill; prompt “Helpless” [I4] (Team: Fuck 🍆)
Word count: N/a - Art Title: Caught in the Octopus' Garden Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dubious Consentacles Major Tags: Merperson AU, Merperson Steve Rogers, Octo Tony, Cecaelias, Tentacles ~ Summery: Steve is caught by a Cecaelia. This might just be the end for him. Cecaelias happily eat mer like him. But this octopus looks hungry for something other than a meal...
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perlmutt-perl · 2 years
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Quick Mer-Tony sketch inspired by the beautiful Barceloneta Beach 💙✨🏖
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hazel-shithappens · 2 years
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Sometimes I just obsess too much over mermans...
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