#stevetony fic

[skippylov3rs]

Steve and tony, Avengers 2012.

You have the scene in mind ;)

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 24 - Week 47

Hey, friends, here’s what I read this week! I’m super tired so I’ve not got a lot to say this week but enjoy this and be sure to leave a comment & kudos for the authors! 

(It only took) Five Weeks by shetlandowl

After a year-long sabbatical abroad, Tony returns to his post at the Department of Architecture at MIT in time to hear all the excitement over a hot new stud on Fury's faculty roster, a Dr. Steve Rogers. As a genius and the only MIT alumnus in the faculty, he's not used to being eclipsed by anyone, and he doesn't take it all that well.

Cat's Out of the Bag by FestiveFerret

This was just supposed to be a once-in-a-while cat sitting gig to get Tony back on his feet. It wasn't supposed to be weeks on end at an amazing apartment, it wasn't supposed to be mysterious locked rooms, it wasn't supposed to be masked men in the middle of the night.

And it definitely wasn't supposed to be falling head over heels in love.

Growth Spurt by FestiveFerret

Tony: Remember that guy I had the hots for in high school that I was telling you about?

Rhodey: The Steve guy? Yeah.

Tony: He's here.

Rhodey: Oh shit.

Tony: He grew a beard.

Rhodey: ...

Rhodey: You're fucked.

Tony: IKR.

Cozy by KandiSheek 

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

When It Comes to Trying by softanticipation

Steve is weird about food. Tony takes notice.

(Or, because I was once told that whenever characters share food together, it means something.)

[rainbowsuitcase]

18+ smut

Due to coming across a completely unrelated post, I am now thinking about SteveTony and bondage. About Tony tying Steve up and then taking his cock.

Maybe the ropes are a purely aesthetic thing, Steve still fully mobile with ropes crossing over his chest, Tony using them to tug him forward and make him go harder, Steve, c'mon.

Maybe the ropes are tying Steve's hands to his body, Tony pushing him on his back and riding him as he pleases, whether fast and hard or torturously slow.

Maybe Tony likes to tie Steve up and tease him until he snaps and uses his superhuman strenght to break free and take Tony hard.

Maybe Tony likes to tie Steve up exactly because he knows that no matter what he does, Steve trusts him enough to not break free.

[s-horne]

There was a time when Tony had panicked about his future. 

He’d had Peter young, just a couple of years into a crappy relationship that had fallen apart long before their bundle of joy had come and couldn’t be fixed even by Peter’s cherubic smile. From the very first moment, Tony had loved his boy. There hadn’t been a moment that Tony had regretted the relationship that had led him to his son, or ever wished that things had turned out differently. Not when Peter had had a phase as a baby of not sleeping through the night if the temperature wasn’t exactly 78 degrees, not when he’d learnt to talk and hadn’t exited his “why” phase for weeks on end, not even during the long weekend when Peter had caught pretty much every bug floating around his daycare all at once. 

Parenthood was where Tony thrived but, through it all, he’d lain awake at night and longed for someone next to him that wasn’t 2 feet tall and not quite potty trained. He’d wanted a conversation with another adult that wasn’t hurried at the drop-off gate or about yet another late project at work, and he’d wanted an arm around his waist when he was dangerously close to falling asleep whilst making himself his first coffee of the day. 

Everything he wanted for himself, he also wanted for Peter’s sake. He’d wanted someone else to see Peter’s drawings and marvel over them as they went up on the fridge day after day after day. He’d wished for presents from a grandparent at Christmas and another parent who could calm them both down when Peter refused to sleep even as the sun started to rise on the horizon. 

Tony had spent years worrying that no one would take on a small child with an absent parent who could come back and cause a storm at any time. He’d never expected anything to come from a one-night stand when the lights had been turned on in the morning and all of Peter’s toys could be seen in their scattered glory. 

But, then again, Tony had never imagined Steven Grant Rogers. 

.

They’d decided early into their planning that they didn’t want to do a walk down the aisle. Neither of Tony’s parents would be there to walk with him and Sarah had gotten so tearful at the prospect of their engagement alone that they didn’t trust her to be able to see to walk down the aisle on the wedding day itself. 

What they had decided instead was to have Peter as the star of the show, with the rings safely in his possession as he walked down the aisle to both of his parents waiting for him at the altar. 

And, boy, did he steal the show. 

Tony watched with a wide grin as Peter all but skipped up the aisle, his tuxedo so little it was almost comical. Casting a glance to his left, Tony felt something ridiculously fond catch in his chest at the pure and unabashed expression of love on Steve’s face as his eyes tracked Peter’s dance. 

“God, look at him,” Steve murmured.

“He’s gonna drop those rings before we can get them,” Tony laughed. 

“Yeah, probably. But he looks cute, so I’m sure we’ll survive without them.”

Tony scoffed. Be that as it may, he wanted a ring on his finger.

All of a sudden, Peter let out a gasp and started running. “Grandma!”

A ripple of laughter made its way through the guests as Peter headed straight for Steve’s mother. 

“Oh, look at you, my darling,” Sarah crooned, bending down and smoothing a hand over Peter’s hair when he reached her. “You look so gorgeous, little man."

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, my love," Sarah laughed.

"Wanna sit with you!"

"Of course, but first you have to give Daddy the rings. They're very important.”

Peter took Sarah’s hand in a tight grip and practically shoved the ring cushion in Tony’s direction without looking at him. Steve laughed loudly, his eyes still solely on Peter as well.

Tony might have been jealous if he hadn’t been so relieved. So, yeah, he thought to himself as he untied the rings from the cushion and handed them to the officiant, he really needn’t have worried after all. 

[thahiree]

My gift for @airlocksandaviaries for @stonylovessteve ! 💕

Rated T, 2737 words.

Tags: Post-Movie: The Avengers (2012), Avengers Tower, Moving In Together, Domestic Avengers, Team as Family, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Developing Friendships, Light Angst, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining Steve Rogers, Idiots in Love, (But they don't know it yet), Artist Steve Rogers, Angst with a Happy Ending

A few months after the Battle of New York, Tony invites Steve over to see the apartment he has built for him.

Steve, of course, is totally normal about this and not panicking at all.

[carsonian]

new fic. tony keeps putting himself in situations where he has to convince steve's partners that steve's friendship with bucky is platonic. p.s. tony <3 steve.

me @ ao3 drafts ^^ LETS GOOOOOOOO (to bed)

"Accusations False and Otherwise" | 7,759 words | T

Tony hadn't meant to make a habit of reassuring Steve's partners that his relationship with Bucky was totally and wholly platonic. It just happened to fall to him once, and then kept falling to him; Tony simply went along with it. A couple years down, he had talking points and everything. So when Steve's latest partner asked to speak with him, he assumed it was (once again) because they felt insecure about Bucky's presence in Steve's life. Imagine his surprise when it turned out they felt threatened by him.

[avengersnewb]

“Um hello, Tony.” Steve says as he smiles with his whole face, the way Tony really loves and Tony wraps his fingers around his coffee mug just to make sure he doesn’t reach over and do something silly with them.

“Hey Cap, top of the morning to you too.”

Steve sits down on the other side of the counter and takes his time to open the bottle and drink plenty of water. He then looks up at Tony and-- wait, why is he blushing?

“So, um, you know … I was thinking, that, um …” Steve tries, opening and closing his mouth, the color spreading over his neck. “I wanted to … you know …” and he grabs the water bottle and takes a few more gulps, and the water apparently goes down the wrong way because he starts coughing all of a sudden.

Tony jumps off his seat, runs to Steve and pats his back a few times until Steve starts to breathe normally again. “Calm down Cap, take a deep breath,” and he realizes that he is rubbing Steve’s back still, so he pulls his hands away, “it would have made the worst headlines if you actually choked on a few drops of water,” and they both laugh although it’s the worst joke Tony has come up with, ever.

Steve looks up at Tony and takes a deep breath, “Okay, here we go. I’ll spill before I accidentally choke on something else.” He takes another deep breath before he speaks again, and Tony can’t stop himself from inhaling sharply because God, how could a simple breath be so intoxicating. “Do you want to go out with me? You know like a date or something?”

The world freezes for a second.

Tony can’t believe that he is finally hearing the words he’s been anticipating, for god knows how long, but today and like this. He rewinds them in his mind, hoping to have heard wrong, but there is no other way to interpret Steve’s words and he is not looking at Tony right now so Tony can’t really read his face.

Tony takes a step back as Steve finally brings his eyes up from the water bottle and he is not even smiling which hurts even more for some reason. No fucking tears, Tony mutters to himself, not for something stupid like this and he squeezes his eyes shut, keeping them like that for a few seconds before he opens them to look back at Steve again.

“You know what Steve? Fuck you too.” And he walks a few steps backward out of the kitchen and runs for the elevator.

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soooo it's that time of year again, if you haven't already over the past 4 years, go give this a read and if you have, no time better for a reread than right now :)

April’s Fool 4.3 k, T

Steve asks Tony out on April Fools’ Day, not realizing what day it is. Tony gets upset and rejects him. Tony can’t believe Steve would mock him like this. Steve can’t believe Tony would reject him like that. There is a bit of a twist though, and Steve might need to take matters in his own hands.

Misunderstandings, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, slightly though, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Post-Avengers (2012), Ty is a jerk, April Fools’ Day, Social Media, Twitter

[stovetuna]

Steve gets caught attempting to take his first-ever dick pics. It's a struggle, he explains, because it brings up a whole host of lingering body image issues. Tony, very gallantly and not at all because he is in love with Steve, offers to take the photos for him.

[Cue: "Careless Whisper."]

[starvels]

starvels' YGMAH gift fics roundup ✨

here are the stevetony fics i did for the yougavemeastocking exchange! featuring rivals with benefits! not actually dead cowboys! avengers kinky stevebang! wolfs in early canon!

getchu some goodies 😈💖

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forecheck for @thahiree

Rating: 10k. E. Marvel 3490. Tags: Hockey AU, Banter, Rivals With Benefits, Queer Themes, Smoking, Switching, Power Dynamics, Rough Sex, Face-Fucking, Nipple Play, Come Play, Trans Tony Stark Summary: On the first day of the All Star Games, Steve loses the shooting skill challenge, chain-smokes three cigarettes as a reward for doing a half-naked photoshoot, and sleeps with Natasha Stark. All in all, it’s not a bad start to the weekend.

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copacetic for @dirigibleplumbing

Rating: 7k. E. Marvel 1872 Tags: Post-Canon, Identity Issues, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Dynamics, Breathplay, Painplay, Spit Kink, Intercrural, Semi-Public, Trans Tony Stark, Open/Ambiguous Ending Summary: The man Tony spots across the market square looks just like Sheriff Rogers. When Tony catches up to the man, he moves just like Sheriff Rogers, touches Tony just like Sheriff Rogers, gets spitting mad just like Sheriff Rogers. The problem is, Sheriff Rogers was murdered 4 months ago

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the american way for @sadisticsparkle

Rating: 10k. E. Marvel 616. Tags: Avengers/Avengers, Early in Canon, Polyamory, Gangbang, Kink Heavy, BDSM, Sub Steve Rogers, Switch Tony Stark, Dom Sam Wilson, Switch Janet Van Dyne, Partner Swapping, Free Use, Piercings, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Fantasies, PWP Summary: The Avengers set Steve up in the back room at one of their galas; trussed up to be used by his teammates as a party favor. After everyone else has had a turn, generous host Tony comes in to check on Steve and partake of the Avenger’s party favor, as well.

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wolf like me for @willidothefandango

Rating: 1.5K. T. Marvel 616. Tags: Avengers Vol. 1, Werewolf AU, Scenting, Secret Identities Summary: It's been a busy few days for Steve Rogers: he's been thawed from the Arctic decades after being frozen, battled a villain or two, joined a superhero team called the Avengers, and now been invited to come live at their new base of operations. There's just one little thing they forgot to mention, and Steve can smell it the second he gets inside the mansion: there's another werewolf who lives inside.

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mwah to the ygmah server! thanks for such a lovely 616 stevetony community 🥰

[arabellamonkey]

tony's stickers of love

stevetony I when Tony prints a couple of "Tony Stark Approved" stickers as a joke, the last thing he expects is to end up covering Steve's heart with them ; written for the lovely cassie <3

also on ao3

It began as a joke.

He just wanted to have a bit of fun with Peter, who’s been bringing him most of his recent chemistry project every other afternoon, asking question after question about how to improve them. At first, Tony just helped him, spending the afternoons working with him on them, and that was the end of it.

But at some point, the idea of creating the stickers appeared in his mind.

It probably happened one of those nights he pulled an all-nighter only fueled by caffeine and a tight deadline; he’s had lots of pretty good ideas in those situations.

So he just did it, as he does with every single idea he has.

And yeah, the first “Tony Stark Approved” sticker went to one of Peter’s chemistry projects, which made the kid ridiculously proud and Tony ridiculously amused.

So of course he kept printing them.

As a matter of fact, he got used to having a couple of stickers always on hand whenever he was out. He didn’t know what he’d end up using them for, but it seemed like a good inside joke with himself. 

That’s how, barely a week later, he gets to grant his next sticker.

They’re in the meeting room in the Avengers Tower, and in the middle of a briefing on a new mission Fury wants to send them on, Steve says something along the lines of, “and what if we try to surprise them using Tony’s last tech? You know, the chameleon skin he’s just developed.”

And aw, shucks , for Cap to suggest using Tony’s tech on a mission is always the highlight of his day, so of course Tony takes advantage of the fact that Steve is sitting right next to him —his body slightly turned towards him, as it always seems to be— and stamps one of his stickers in his forehead as he says, “such a good idea, Cap.”

And well, if the way he frowns in confusion is just way too adorable for Tony to cope with, that’s totally on him.

“What…?” Steve starts to ask, reaching with his hand to touch the sticker. He doesn’t try to pull it off, though.

“Tony Stark Approved,” Clint reads the sticker, and proceeds to cackle so hard he ends up having to hold his tummy. Nat and Thor smile beside him, going as far trying to disguise their own laughs as coughs. “Brilliant!”

“Always am,” Tony smiles widely, enjoying the way Steve’s flushing.

The fact that Steve doesn’t take it off for a while isn’t lost on any of them.

It doesn’t take Tony more than a week to find another excuse to use his stickers. And if this time the winner also happens to be Steve, well, that’s just a coincidence.

They’re lounging on the common room when Steve enters the room wearing a rather tight shirt. Or, more accurately, a shirt that’s sticking to his wet body. He seems to have just taken a shower, and Tony seems to be the only one aware of the fact that Steve’s nipples are clearly visible through the shirt.

So of course he has to take another sticker out and put it over one of them —to protect Steve’s honor, of course. What other reason could there be behind it?

None. None at all.

“What’s this one for?” Steve asks him, touching the sticker with curiosity. He seems to be admiring it, as if he finds being awarded one of those some kind of honor. Tony has to look away when he sees Steve’s expression soften into an amused smile, totally unbothered by Tony’s anctics. Something short circuits in Tony’s mind at the sight.

“Had one to spare,” he mumbles, running to the other side of the couch to cuddle at Bruce’s side. 

And if Steve and Tony spend the rest of the movie night exchanging looks when they think the other one isn’t looking? Well, that’s just another one of the many benefits of his stickers, Tony thinks.

He’s known for only having brilliant ideas, after all.

As time goes by, Tony realizes they’ve fallen into a routine without really meaning to. For one, he’s gotten used to always having a handful of stickers close; just like Steve’s grown used to giving Tony these looks from time to time, as if trying to guess when will be the next time he earns one of them. It almost reminds Tony of a puppy looking for a treat, a comparison he never says out loud.

There’s the time they’re on an incognito mission and Tony’s cover is blown up. In the end, Steve is the one that gets both of them out of there as soon as possible. So of course he gets a sticker in his arms —the same ones he used to carry Tony to safety— for that.

Then there’s the day Steve tried out his new suit, and Tony couldn’t help putting a sticker on his butt. He’ll never forget the way Steve stuttered a question and proceeded to be rendered speechless when Tony smiled at him and answered sweetly, “don’t you agree such an artwork deserves a prize?”

Or the day Steve said something so funny Tony couldn’t stop laughing for ten minutes, which earned him a sticker on his cheek.

The fact that Steve never complains about them, and never takes them off in front of Tony, only fuels this slowly growing tradition even more. Tony’s mind is really simple: as long as he keeps getting positive feedback, he’ll keep printing the stickers.

Curiously, it also ends up being the perfect excuse to spend more time together. Tony’s not sure if Steve realizes how they’ve slowly grown used to spending more and more time together; be it in the gym, where they get used to spar —and where Steve gets a new sticker every time he lets Tony win—, or in the kitchen during the nights where both of them gravitate towards the fridge looking for some remedy to their insomnia.

Of course, Tony gives Steve a sticker every time he makes him some warm milk without Tony needing to actually ask for it. Then they sit shoulder by shoulder in the kitchen aisle, New York’s skyline reflecting in Steve’s eyes as Tony tries very hard to avoid being caught staring.

He’s staring. Every single time.

Time goes by, and by the time Tony suspects this might become another thing he just does out of habit, never to change, Steve decides to prove him wrong.

“Hm, would you stay for a moment?” Steve asks him one morning, after they’ve just finished sparring with the team. All the Avengers have already abandoned the gym, and Tony was about to do so too, until Steve’s voice —full of doubt and hope and everything in between— stops him where he stands.

Tony turns around, and sees Steve standing in the center of the ring. His shoulders are thrown forward, as if he’s trying to make himself look small, and there’s a small smile on his lips.

But what attracts Tony’s attention is the way he keeps reaching for the sticker he’s just stamped on his left arm with his right hand, as if it’s some kind of talisman.

“Sure,” Tony simply answers as he approaches him, hands buried in his pockets. “What’s up?”

“Um, I was wondering…” Steve bites his lips, playing with it as if doing so is going to make the words magically show up. “Would you like to go out sometime?”

Tony blinks, caught off guard.

“As in, just the two of us?” Tony asks, just to make sure he’s hearing right. Are you asking me on a date?

“Yeah,” Steve answers. And, well, there’s no other way to describe the way he says it. It sounds as if Steve is eager to go out with him, which feels wild to Tony. It takes him a couple of seconds to find his own words.

“Okay,” he finally answers, nodding to himself. “Yeah, sure.”

And the way Steve’s whole face illuminates at that answer? Well, if that manages to make Tony’s heart skip a couple of heartbeats, he can only hope he’s the only one to notice.

***

They go out.

First, it’s the movies. Then, dinner in a normal place. Then, dinner in a fancy one.

Then… Well, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony’s a certified genius, he could say he almost loses count of how many dates they go on (no, he doesn’t: he’s perfectly aware they’ve been on nineteen dates so far).

And then… Well, Tony doesn’t expect what comes next.

They’re visiting a gallery Pepper has been pestering Tony about —a gallery Tony is going to exit being the owner of yet two more paintings; the fact that both attracted Steve’s attention first being purely a coincidence, of course—, and they’ve received their fair share of looks.

Or, more specifically, their joined hands have received their fair share of looks. 

Now they’re both tucked away in the shadows, next to the catering tables. Tony might be a bit tipsy, the world pleasantly blurry around its edges as he rests his hip on the table behind him. 

So, of course, when Steve leans forward to clean a breadcrumb from Tony’s lips, Tony can’t help stealing a brief kiss from him. It’s a small, innocent thing. Something that has probably gone unnoticed to everyone there.

And yet, Tony realizes it’s not nothing the moment he takes in Steve’s expression. The way his lips are slightly open as his eyes blink once, twice, even three times, as if expecting the image before him to change. 

Or maybe to make sure he’s not dreaming?

Tony giggles at the thought, taking a sip from his champagne.

“Sorry, Cap, I—” Steve’s lips drown his words the moment his lips collide with his again, robbing him of his breath in a swift move. When Steve separates enough for their lips to stop touching but not enough for Tony to stop feeling Steve’s breath merging with his, Tony sighs, “Oh.”

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says, his voice rough with emotion. “Not if you meant it.”

“I—”

“Did you?” Steve asks.

How can one not mean a kiss? Tony wants to ask. But even he knows that would be a stupid question to ask, and a cruel one at that.

Because that’s the moment he realizes, as he looks at Steve trying to desperately find an answer to his question in his eyes, that he might have been underestimating this thing that’s been growing between them, between sticker and sticker.

“Because I do,” Steve ends up saying before Tony can find his own words. He speaks earnestly, with the kind of passion Tony’s only seen him show in battle. “I think I love you, Tony. I– I think I’ve loved you even before I realized I did.”

Tony gulps, looking up at Steve as if he’s seeing him for the first time. He suspected he wasn’t the one that was starting to have feelings, but he hadn’t allowed himself to build castles in the clouds, not so soon, at least.

But now he can’t just keep doing that, can he? No, of course he can’t, not when Steve is putting his heart in a tray, wrapped up in all these unguarded emotions, all for him to see.

That wouldn’t be fair, of course it wouldn’t. But then again, Steve’s just managed to do what few others could in the past.

He’s left Tony Stark speechless.

Can anyone blame him for taking a sticker out, sticking it over Steve’s heart and leaning forward to kiss him yet again?

It takes him a few seconds before thoughts finally rearrange themselves in his mind; by then, he’s already lost himself in Steve’s arms, unable to pinpoint where his body ends and Steve’s starts.

“I do,” Tony finally whispers, breathless, the confession rolling off his tongue in a relieved sigh. “Of course I do.”

And damn him if Steve’s laugh doesn’t taste like the most intoxicating thing in this world.

[skippylov3rs]

Clint : “I dare you to kiss the first person who walks in the room.”

Steve : “I'm not kissing any-”

Tony walking in : “sup whores!”

Steve standing up : “Well, a dare's a dare”

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - December 8 - Week 49

Thank you so much for voting last week! You’ve got a tiny bit of time before the poll closes, so if you haven’t had a chance to yet, go ahead and do so! I’m excited about the new year and what we’re gonna be doing. 

Ok, here’s this week’s recs. 

~ 

The Boyfriend by FestiveFerret

Tony has been using The Boyfriend to get out of work obligations for a year now, but there's one fairly significant problem:

The Boyfriend doesn't exist.

Trust Fall by Sineala

Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

lead up the garden path by gottalovev 

They cannot live openly, but Sheriff Steve Rogers has found love with Tony Stark, Timely's blacksmith and inventor. He thought everything was going well, until their friend Carol Danvers comes back from Washington with her sister Jessica and everything changes.

we've a lot of starving faithful by dizzydreamer

It’s not a particularly good line, and yet- Steve’s whole body flushes. He can smell the aftershave Tony uses, bergamot and leather; His breath catches on the shell of Steve's ear, and the low rumble of Tony's voice warms his belly.

Steve looks around, feeling caught out, but nobody’s paying attention to them. He thinks someone should be noticing this- that if people were looking, that would mean something was really happening.

‘I love you,’ Steve wants to say, ‘I’m sorry.’

(Everyone thinks Steve and Tony are in love. They are, of course- if only they could just tell each other)

Mechanical Heart by Albuss 

Steve didn't run away to be found, but he was.

[hesallin]

It’s not a particularly good line, and yet- Steve’s whole body flushes. He can smell the aftershave Tony uses, bergamot and leather; His breath catches on the shell of Steve's ear, and the low rumble of Tony's voice warms his belly. Steve looks around, feeling caught out, but nobody’s paying attention to them. He thinks someone should be noticing this- that if people were looking, that would mean something was really happening. ‘I love you,’ Steve wants to say, ‘I’m sorry.’ (Everyone thinks Steve and Tony are in love. They are, of course- if only they could just tell each other)

a 2012 avengers tower inspired fic <3

[rainbowsuitcase]

crack

Steve looks him in the eyes exactly once on the quinjet from Germany, flinches away like he's been burned and does his best to not even look in his direction again.

As far as first soulmate meetings go, Tony thinks this one could have gone better.

He tries to confront Steve about it on the helicarrier, but when he shouts, "So we're just not gonna talk about it?"

Steve replies, "No," in such a harsh and definite tone that it shuts up even Tony.

After the battle, Steve and everyone else moves into the Tower and Cap does his best to avoid Tony at all cost. And while Tony is the absolute best at avoiding personal conversations, even he has some kind of a limit.

When he's in the kitchen and Steve steps out of the elevator, notices him and makes to turn right around, it just bursts out of him. "Okay, what the fuck is your problem with me?"

Steve opens his mouth but hesitates to say anything, so Tony continues.

"Because I get it, okay? I don't exactly love you either. But we should at least fucking talk about it."

"Tony," Steve sighs. "I don't have a problem with you."

Tony snorts. "Could've fooled me."

He can actually see Steve's jaw clench. "The problem," he says quietly, "is that you're a Stark."

"Well, fuck you too, Rogers."

"No-" Steve clicks his tongue, frustrated. "Tony. You're Howard's son."

Now, hatred of Howard is something Tony can more than handle. "Okay, sure." He nods. "I hate that guy too, fuck him, he was an ass-"

"He was also my soulmate."

"What."

Steve stares at him.

Tony wants to scream.

Maybe they really didn't need to talk about it.

[areiton]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Grant Rogers Additional Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Emotional Infidelity, Explicit Sexual Content, Getting Together, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Non-Linear Narrative Summary:

Tony wonders what it says about his relationship with Grant, that is marked by every first with Steve.

[thahiree]

My two fics for the @cap-ironman​ Holiday Exchange ♡

in the storm, we stay clear for @kandisheek​ ♡

mcu, rated explicit, 4432 words.

Beside him, Tony’s getting comfortable, too, unknotting his tie with one hand, the other tapping away on his phone. The light from his phone illuminates his profile. Steve forces his gaze way when he realizes he’s been staring at Tony’s mouth for a solid five seconds.

It’s going to be a long wait.

Steve and Tony's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It leads to some misunderstandings and then finally some long overdue conversations (and car sex! 🤭)

and

Something On My Mind ♡

mcu, rated mature, 2179 words.

During a team game of Never Have I Ever, Tony finds out that Steve has done—some things with men. Things spiral from there.