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soliloquent-stark · 5 months

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hey liv!! do u have any stevetony fic recs??

hi!! thank you for asking me this!

because — do i have stevetony fic recs?... OH DO I?!?

i had to really hold back A LOT because i have hundreds of recommendations in my bookmarks, but here are some of my favourites. this post would be insanely long if i included tags, warnings, or summaries, so i hope the categories help a bit but make sure to only read what you're comfortable with as there are plenty of angsty and smutty fics :)

thank you to all of the authors for your wonderful work; you're so appreciated!

it's a bit arbitrary but i considered 'long' anything over 15k

stevetony fic recs masterpost!

short fics — gen/teen

this is our place, we make the rules by @areiton

Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records by @carsonian

May This Be Love by lellabeth

i would always be yours by @tinystark616

One Final Surprise by @carsonian

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

don't dream it's over by @robertdowneyjjr

submerge me in your will by captainstars (@capnstars)

Paper planes are meant to fly by masterlokisev159

Motherlode by nanasekei

the perfect blend by @downeylove, @robertdowneyjjr

for better or for worse by @earliebirb

the depths of some divine despair by @meidui

Atlas by nanasekei

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart (@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea)

short fics — explicit/mature

The Longing and Yearning by @sineala

always winter, always spring by Mizzy

there are still beautiful things by @meidui

and so begins by romanoff

this love came back to me by @meidui

love can do some damage by parkrstark

my pain fits in the palm of your hand by @meidui

Patriarch by spqr

In This Valley of Strange Humors by jellybeanforest

seven years in heaven by @meidui

long fics — gen/teen

Paved With Good Intentions (I'm on the road to hell) by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei

Clouds Over A Century Sky by @suitofhumour

Taking the Plunge, a Stitch at a Time by janonny

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

long fics — explicit/mature

you'll remember me by @areiton

almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands by @sineala

All of Your Lonely Sieges by whenasinsilks

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy

Drawn to You by jellybeanforest

do you fondue? by calciseptine

The Devil in Us All by @sineala

Keep Boredom at Bay by @kandisheek

Of things lost in time by erde (orphan_account)

The Northern Cascades by @resurrectedhippo

Only Natural to Harden Up by @carsonian

Operation Spank Bank by @fohatic

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

the girl with the modern face by @isozyme

I Wanted It To Be You by complicationstoo (@ifmywishescametrue)

Falling For You (Hook, Line, and Sinker) by @festiveferret

Last Stop Before Malibu by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) (@therollingstonys)

Under God by @isozyme

Thrust Issues by @sineala

Indulgence by @festiveferret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

A Guiding Hand by @kandisheek

down the rabbit hole by @starvels (dinosaur)

There's an App for That by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade

He Knows More Than You Do by @chibisquirt

with a decent happiness by torigates

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by @festiveferret, SirSapling

seaside lovers by @areiton

#fic recs #fic rec #stony fic #stony #stevetony #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #answered

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mojiitoos · 7 months

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Tony : “How did you find me?”

Steve : “I saw a giant explosion and i thought, who could that be?”

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snowzapped · 5 months

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My contribution for our Big Bang Men of Inaction written by Neverever. Jayjayverse made a gorgeous illustration for this fic too!

It's a wonderful fluffy fic. Go read on ao3 and send Nev and JayJayVerse some love! Link to ao3

#stevetony #stony #capimbb2023 #stony fic #my art

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hesallin · 4 months

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tony: look. i know from the outside it seems like i have everything together-

steve: it does not

steve, worried: do you actually think that

#stony #tony stark #stevetony #gay marvel #tony stark protection squad #pro tony stark #stony fic #steve rogers

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stxar-pvnk · 1 month

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Steve: fuck you, stark

Tony: fuck me yourself, Rogers.

Steve: what?

Tony: what?

#tony stark #iron man #mcu marvel avengers #stony #stony fic #stony ship #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel

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blotmath41 · 2 years

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After a fight

#stevetony #stony #stony fic #ship: stony #mcu stony

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jayjayverse · 30 days

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Team Delta in Cap-IronMan Big Bang 2023

Men of Inaction by Captainneverever

Summary: After being pushed through a portal in an AIM firefight, Steve and Tony find themselves trapped in a luxury resort. They suspect malevolent forces have captured them. But in the meantime, they have to solve puzzles on an island. And Tony keeps making spa appointments. Steve doesn't know what to do with himself and 'relax' is a foreign word to him. Then Tony starts to spend all his time with Steve. Can Steve figure why they are there, how to solve the puzzles, and what to do with his long-time crush on Tony?

And snowzapped made another amazing piece of art for this beautiful fic that you can find: here.

#capimbb #marvel #tony stark #steverogers #stony #cap-im bigbang #fanart #stony fic #stony fanart #steve x tony

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johnnystorms · 3 months

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avengers twilight!steve, on regrets, memories and tony stark. written post-avengers twilight #002. stevetony.

Steve has a lot of regrets. Tony—not the real one, the best friend he lost on the day he lost everything, but the one he keeps in his head, his mind’s best attempt at a ghost of the person he misses most—says that’s inevitable, living as long as Steve has.

C’mon, Cap, he says, smiling that way his Tony used to: eyes as bright as the future he was always talking about, everything in him shining. Or maybe that’s just how he looked to Steve, young enough back then to not yet have blinked the stars from his eyes. You live long enough, you run the risk of anything outweighing the good memories. His smile fades, not enough to disappear, but to become something smaller, quieter. Tinged with something requiring care. Do me a favour, handsome. Try not to let that happen to you.

Steve doesn’t like disappointing Tony Stark, not even the one dreamed up inside his head, but he thinks it might be too late on that front.

If someone asked for a list of regrets, he’d have to give that wry, hoarse laugh that makes him sound as old as he feels, and say, Nobody has time to listen to all that. If someone had asked Tony, he’d have a breathtakingly clever quip or an outpouring of guilt, depending on his mood, and who had asked. If it had been Steve, maybe both. Matt would have thought about it, long and hard, and disappeared to a confession booth. Peter – Jessica – Logan – Carol – all of them, he thinks, would have their own laundry list of hauntings, justified or otherwise.

That’s the name of the game, he thinks. You have to take the wins for what they are, but it doesn’t make the losses any lighter to bear. Steve’s posture isn’t what it used to be, even with the Defenders’ replicated super soldier serum in his veins, but his shoulders were shaking under the crushing weight of all his mistakes long before his age caught up to his body.

Janet isn’t here anymore to ask, but he doesn’t know what she’d say. It’s not that he thinks she has no regrets—even outside of the hero business, that’s a tall order for anyone—so much as that’s not how he remembers her. When he thinks of Janet van Dyne, he thinks of her deft fingers readjusting the lapel of the suit she designed and Tony cajoled him into; he thinks of her tinkling laugh almost being swallowed up by Thor’s booming one, the two of them bent double at the disgruntled expression Clint was shooting their way one golden night back when the world knew what heroes were meant to be; and he thinks of her clever, smiling mouth, and the way nobody could ever resist smiling right back. Steve had been no exception.

He misses it so fiercely it burns. Jan’s smile and Thor’s relentless steadiness and even Peter’s terrible jokes as he chased the Human Torch around the city. Carol’s quick fists and Jessica’s quick thinking and Natasha’s quick draw, and the time the three of them had a punch-up contest with the Thing that ended in an exasperated Tony footing the bill to the city and Johnny cackling as Sue dressed down Ben for his part in it. Luke’s laughter as he slung his arm over Danny’s shoulder and Jessica Jones taking photos of the two of them and Logan and Bobbi in the corner, trading tales of Hawkeye’s Greatest Hits: Indecent Exposure edition.

And Tony—always, always Tony. The press of him against Steve’s side, a reassuring line of heat, like, hey, you’re not alone anymore. You’re not cold anymore. You have a team. You have me. His tired eyes and easy smile and razor-sharp wit, even half-dead on his feet. The late nights where Steve coaxed him out of his lab with a hot drink and the promise of conversation, the early mornings where Steve would wear a worried frown and say, you should really sleep more, Tony, and Tony would grin at him and say, and give up these early mornings where you bring me coffee and those big blue eyes of yours? Never, and Steve would sigh, but there would be something fond tugging at the corner of his lips, and Tony would look all pleased with himself, animated in a way no caffeine fix could ever cause, and Steve would want—

Steve swallows.

You’re drifting, baby. It’s Jan’s voice, that classic combination of fond amusement and concern that Clint used to perk up at being addressed with and Tony used to call the van Dyne special, all those years ago. God, Steve misses them all. He aches with wanting. You’re drifting. Bring it back home, Steve. Start with the most important bit. Let’s take it from the top.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore. It is not a new fact, a new thought, but every time, it hits him like a concrete block to the ribs.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore, but Steve Rogers breathes in, and thinks about it anyway. Take it from the top. The most important things.

How the tables turn, Tony says. He’s the only one Steve keeps. All his other ghosts flit in and out of his head, coming and going like the tides, but Tony is the forever haunting. The only one his mind holds onto on a permanent basis. D’you remember, oh, all the way back near the start -- one time you asked me if it got exhausting, thinking so much.

Steve remembers. Steve has never forgotten anything Tony Stark gave him, be it physical or a vow or just the smallest memory that wasn’t intended as a secret but became one in Steve’s desperate hands. The world has taken so much from him, from all of them, ever since H-day. He can’t talk about Tony, because what if the world takes that from him too?

How the tables turn, Tony says again, soft in that way most people didn’t believe Tony Stark could be. Steve knew, though. Steve’s always known. You look exhausted, Steve. Don’t let it be so big. Just -- right now, right at this moment. What’s the call, Cap?

That was what Tony had said that day, Steve remembers. The world was on fire, and about to become a whole lot colder, and they didn’t know that, didn’t know anything about what was to come, just that this was it, this was the moment, this was the do or die, and Tony had stood at his shoulder, the armour a familiar comfort against Steve’s side, and asked, What’s the call, Cap?

An itemised list of all of Steve Rogers’ regrets would take too long, and a ranked list of all time would be impossible to decide upon when Steve has such a long memory and even longer history.

So, in its stead, Steve thinks, he’ll give Tony the right now.

STEVE ROGERS’ TOP THREE REGRETS RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT, 0142HRS, DEC 31 20XX, COUNTING DOWN:

3. Rosa. He’d deserved the slap. He’d deserved a lot of things, really. He’d had good years with Rosa; years of her no-nonsense love, of her careful hands, of the way she looked at him in the quiet of the night with all the warmth their little home could hold, like she still saw something worth believing in him. Maybe she did. He thinks she probably did. His wife was a lot of things, most of them good, but above all else, she was never a liar.

He’s sorry he blew up her life. He’s sorrier about that than the fact he blew up their life together, but that’s always the way it goes with him, isn’t it? There’s nothing he’s felt he had to keep more than the shield. It’s not that they matter less to him—God help him, but it’s not about the love. There’s never been a lack of love—but to his bones, to his core, he’s always been the guy who wants to stand up and help. If the fight needs to be had, he’s going to stand there, fists up, no matter who he is, no matter how old he is. No matter how super he is.

He knew that about himself a long time ago. Maybe if he’d stopped pretending that had changed, Rosa wouldn’t be stuck here now.

2. It’s a little one, in the scheme of things, but it also feels more important than almost anything else at this moment. He wishes he’d touched Matt, that last time they saw each other. Gone are the days where Steve would clasp his friends by the hand, something lost to time and loneliness and gradually brittled bones, but he wishes desperately that he’d clasped his hand to Matt’s shoulder one last time. Just a moment. Just enough for some phantom warmth on his palms, a tangible ghost of Daredevil, not just something dreamed up by his mind in the moments when losing almost everyone he’s ever trusted is insurmountable.

1. He doesn’t know where to begin with this one. H-day. The way it went down. Peter bleeding out in front of him. James Stark growing up without his parents, the best of them both twisted into something Steve can’t look at directly without feeling hopeless, helpless. Clint’s arrow snapped in half, a crater where the Thing should be. His last sight of Reed Richards, stretching further than he’d ever seen before as he reached out desperately towards his wife. Tony’s voice in his ear: what’s the call, Cap?

And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? His biggest regret. This one, he suspects wouldn’t change even if it was an all-time list. Tony Stark, the vibrant, blaring truth of him. Something Steve misses so desperately that when the world forced him to live without him, he made up a version of him to keep in his head forever.

It’s more similar to #2 than he thought. He has so many regrets, and so many of them are about Tony Stark—about that day, about missing people, about loving people and losing them because of the fight, whether they were lost in the fight or he left them behind to join it—but more than anything, he thinks he misses the feeling of Tony’s hand in his, pulling him in close, arm going around Steve’s shoulder to draw him into a hug.

I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you, Tony says, years ago, so far away from this moment that it might as well have been another world, and Steve, old and jaded and lonely and tired and missing the person he loves best so fiercely it aches in his lungs, thinks, You and me both, Tony. You and me both.

You and me. You and me. You and me.

(When the dossier falls open in front of him, with a blueprint of a tank and photos of him—photos of Tony, and even Tony in pieces makes Steve ache with something he thought had long been buried—spill out, let’s get it from the world’s smartest man, Tony Stark echoing in his ears—

Steve, for a moment, wants to throw up.

Then his jaw sets.

All right, Tony, he thinks. He doesn’t know if he’s addressing the ghost in his head, or the one in the tank, or some nebulous third thing, a Hail Mary thrown to the universe, some last passage of faith he thought he’d forgotten. What’s the call? You and me. That’s the call. I’m getting you out of there.

I’m bringing you home.)

#stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers twilight #stony fic #read av twilight 2. talked to 616 s/t server abt it. wrote this on and off at work that day bc i keep thinking abt steve in it lol #can't wait for this to all be jossed in issue 3 LMAO #jane writes sometimes #you gave me a home #apparently this is 1.9k which is probably excessive for a tumblr ficlet but in my defence this was just meant to be the list

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amaranthmori · 3 months

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Some shenanigans from our discord channel. Come join! https://discord.gg/pSw5Mdhu

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s-horne · 9 months

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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.

#i wrote a thing #well #i wrote half a thing #stony fic #stony ficlet #stony au #stevetony fic #stevetony ficlet #steve x tony #peter parker stark #peter stark rogers #sarah rogers #superfamily fic

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stevetonyweekly · 26 days

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SteveTony Weekly - March 31 - Week 13

Here’s what I read this week!! Check it out and be sure to comment and kudos as you’re reading!

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Never is a Promise by manic_intent

Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

arei’s thoughts: I love this and the way that it twists A/B/O dynamics. The relationship builds so nicely.

Citation Needed by elwenyere, FestiveFerret

Historian Tony Stark has one year to get his book about WWII weapons technology under contract before he goes up for Full Professor at Stanley College. There's only one chapter left to finish, which is supposed to explain Peggy Carter's involvement with something called "Project Rebirth," but there are two problems: his trail of evidence goes cold every time he encounters references to an enigmatic soldier named Steven Rogers, and his stress levels shoot through the roof every time he runs into the endlessly frustrating new hire in Fine Arts, Dr. Grant.

arei’s thoughts: this is so lovely because the identity porn and Tony being so very--Tony. And the way it all came out, I just love it so much.

Counterpart by sara_holmes

coun•ter•part [koun-ter-pahrt] [noun] 1. a person or thing closely resembling another, especially in function. 2. a copy; duplicate. 3. one of two parts that fit, complete, or complement one another.

Just because Hydra used the DNA of a Captain America from another dimension to create a lab-grown, six-year-old super-soldier, it doesn't mean that said six-year old super-soldier is biologically Steve's, right?

(Where Steve wants to ban Clint from bringing things home from alternative dimensions, until he doesn't.)

arei’s thoughts: i’m a big fan of this fic and a lot of it is down to Steve’s characterization and how much he struggles with having a child thrust upon him. It’s so very in line with the headcanon I have of Steve that it was nice seeing it here.

Wish List by scifigrl47

It's Valentine's Day, and that's a busy day when you run a high end restaurant. Or a food truck parked outside of a high end restaurant. Some things fall through the cracks, and your friends might just start to worry things are falling apart.

arei’s thoughts: I really love scifigrl47 and this verse in particular is a favorite--this is utterly gorgeous and super sweet.

play it back slow by meidui

“I’ve finally got you right here. I don’t wanna go full steam ahead and crash this thing before I figure out how to drive it.”

“I thought you liked running risks,” Steve says, only very distantly aware that he might look like a disheveled mess right now and doesn’t have a lot of authority.

“Not on you,” Tony says firmly, and Steve knows that’s final because Tony doesn’t often use that tone.

arei’s thoughts: this was so soft and lovely. Tony’s determination to take things slow and Steve’s desperation to…not…it was just so lovely.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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mojiitoos · 7 months

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Steve : “We need a plan.”

Tony : “I have a plan.”

Steve : “It can't involve self-sacrifice.”

Tony : “..I have no longer plan.”

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ashes0909 · 4 months

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A Steve/Tony Christmasy Winter Post

Feeling festive? I thought I'd put together a collection of all my wintery, cozy, snowy, Christmasy Stony fics!

The Ghost of Christmas Present

Rated: Explicit - Tags: Recently Unfrozen Steve Rogers; Christmas Angst; Christmas Fluff; 2012 Avengers Feels; Getting Together

Summary:

Steve was hoping he could get through the holiday season by staying alone in his apartment and not talking to anyone. But then Tony Stark happened.

Blanketed in Snow

Rated: Teen - Tags: Established Relationship; Banter; Stranded; Romantic Comedy; Blizzards & Snowstorms; Winter Summary:

“I know you’ll say this isn’t the best time for me to point it out, but I mentioned needing a survival bag in this car last month,” Steve greeted. “And yet…” Tony quirked up a half smile. “Pointing.”

Unwrapped

Rated: Explicit - Tags: Dom/sub; Cock Warming; Holidays Summary:

Steve waited by the tree like a present wrapped in red satin and rosy cheeks. Standalone, part of Held with @festiveferret

Jingle All the Way

Rated: Mature - Tags: Christmas; Christmas Smut; Nipple Clamps; Jingle Bells

Summary:

The helmet lowered and Tony smirked. “You mentioned they seemed festive.”

Insulation Inspiration

Rated: Teen - Tags: Fluff; Winter; Established Relationship

Summary:

“It’s rare to get a blizzard this bad but I remember…” Steve chuckled again, shifting so he could brush a kiss on the top Tony’s head, but he didn’t continue. So, Tony prodded. “Yes…? Vague memory alert. You know I’m all about instant gratification. Don’t leave me hanging. What do you remember?”

Reasons Why We Ended It

Rated: Teen - Tags: Getting Back Together; Angst with a Happy Ending; Christmastime

Summary:

This was the fifth time he’d seen Tony since they broke up, and it was easier every time...but that was hard, in and of itself.

Jingle Bell Mayhem

Rated: Teen - Tags: Christmas Fluff; Bangtan Boys | BTS Concert(s); Canon-Typical Violence; Mission Fic; Fanboy Jeon Jungkook; Stony Getting Together; Jikook Established Relationship; Canon Compliant

Summary:

When BTS is targeted by shapeshifters, SHIELD sends Steve and Tony to protect them.

Hot Chocolate

Rated: Teen - Tags: Realizations; Sweet; Fluff; Getting Together

Summary:

The hot chocolate that currently warmed Tony's hands still reminded him of Steve, because these days everything did.

Snowed In

Rated: Teen - Tags: Getting Together; Frustrated Flirting; Bickering

Summary:

“Are you flirting with me, Tony? Because this feels a lot like arguing and we argue a lot. Have we been flirting this whole time?”

#stony #steve/tony #stony fic #fanfiction #wintertime #christmas fic #winter fic #stevetony #steve x tony

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wilmakins · 6 months

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Steve didn’t want to get bonded. Not like this. But he’s one of the few people who knows what SHIELD really is, and he’s put everything into helping the underground resistance movement. Bonding with Howard Starks son might be the only chance he has to infiltrate the organisation.... And to find Bucky.

Tony doesn’t want to get bonded. EVER. But he’s six weeks pregnant, and Howard insists that no Stark is going to be an unbonded mother. As his father gets the final say, and this Steve guy simply won’t be deterred, it looks like he’s going to have to deal with it.

But it’s fine, because they’re both determined to get out of this situation as quickly as possible... It would only be complicated if they actually fell in love.

Read The Fic on AO3

#stony fic #omegaverse #stony #mth 2021 #omega tony stark #alpha steve rogers #arranged marriage

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kandisheek · 6 months

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Tony : "You always were the one to rush headfirst into danger, Steve. It's both admirable and infuriating."

Steve : "I won't let you throw yourself into the fire without a plan, Tony. You mean too much to me. I can't bear the thought of losing you. You're more than just a friend. I'm done pretending, Tony. I need you in my life more than I care to admit."

Can you please 🥺?

Thanks very much

I got you ;)

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Tony stormed into Steve’s living room right as he was patching up the bullet hole in his leg. “There you are, asshole! What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Hello to you too, Tony,” Steve said with the exact kind of long-suffering tone that made Tony’s teeth grind.

“I had him! I fucking had him, you didn’t need to -”

“Yeah, well, that’s not what I saw,” Steve said, way too calmly for Tony’s tastes. “He was in your blind spot with a gun pointed right at you. What was I supposed to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe let the guy in a fucking metal suit handle it?”

“We didn’t know what kind of gun it was. It could’ve hurt you.”

Tony threw his hands up. “And what about you, huh? You can’t throw yourself on every sword just because -”

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Steve said with a frown. “Do I need to remind you of the last time you -”

“Oh, come on, this again?”

“You always throw yourself into danger without any backup,” Steve said, glaring right at Tony. “If you don’t want people making the sacrifice play for you, then stop expecting me to let you do the same. I - we can’t lose you. You’re too important to us.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “This from the guy who jumps out of planes without a parachute. You’re always throwing yourself right into the thick of things, which - I admit - is admirable, but it’s also fucking infuriating -”

“And you don’t think I get angry too?” Steve snapped, finally meeting Tony’s aggression with his own. “You could have died, Tony! I can’t -” Tony’s eyes widened when Steve made a choked noise, his face pained. “I can’t lose you, don’t you get it? I need you. You’re my best friend. You’re -” There was a second’s hesitation before Steve’s jaw flexed as he looked up at Tony with a determined look in his eyes. “You’re more than that. So if the choice is you or me, don’t expect me to do anything else. I’ll always choose you.”

Tony shook his head, his mind whirring as Steve’s words echoed in his brain. “More than what?”

Steve averted his eyes, looking troubled. “You know what I mean.”

“Pretty sure I don’t, actually,” Tony said, his voice a little too high. Steve sighed, looking up at him.

“I care about you, Tony. The thought of you getting hurt or - or worse, just -” Steve grimaced. “I can’t let that happen. Don’t ask it of me.”

“You -” Tony pointed at him, then let his hand sink when he realized how stupid that was. “Are you saying you -”

“Yes,” Steve said, a little exasperatedly. Tony’s heart flipped at the fond undertone in Steve’s voice though. “I have feelings for you.”

“Huh.” Tony sat down hard on the couch next to Steve. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Steve asked, and Tony nodded, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Well, as long as it’s okay,” Steve said, and how the fuck could he make a joke right now, Jesus Christ, Tony was - Tony had to -

He turned and surged forward, taking in how Steve’s eyes widened in surprise a millisecond before Tony’s mouth met his, catching him in a fierce kiss. For a second it was awkward as hell, but then Steve opened his mouth and let Tony in, catching him with an arm around his shoulders, his other hand cupping Tony’s cheek. They kissed for what could’ve been hours or minutes, both of them breathing hard when they finally pulled back.

“Don’t take any more bullets for me,” Tony said, and Steve chuckled, running a hand through Tony’s hair.

“I will if you wait for backup in the future.”

Tony pondered that for a moment before he nodded. “Deal.”

Steve blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I can’t lose you either,” Tony said, his heart pounding when Steve’s lips pulled up in the softest smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“If I had known it was that easy, I would’ve kissed you ages ago.”

Tony snorted a laugh, pulling Steve in for another kiss.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled against Steve’s lips. “We never do things the easy way.”

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