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jacobbyart · 3 months
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commission for @t0nystark1er i did last year! nfl player!steve finally proposes and tony said yes! of course real power magazine has the full scoop 👀 had a lot of fun with this one! thanks so much for the comm!
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buukkin · 7 months
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I actually started a sequel to Solder called Flux that was all tense and dramatic set after Steve RAN OUT on Tony. I even planned a 3rd one after they reunited called Anneal but unfortunately I am only human and Flux only got to page 8. Feel free to read what there was on PF
And here’s a link back to Solder
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lanyakea-universe · 9 months
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Iron Man wasn't a hero, and that's precisely why the Avengers sought so diligently to capture him. But it seemed that the man behind the mask was always a step ahead of them, and their many failures were like good old jokes the villain couldn't get enough of. He was destructive, anarchic and mischievous. Steve knew he had to stop him at all costs before his technology affected more than just their city.
His vision changed in spite of himself when, one day, just as Steve was about to enter a burning building headlong to seek out the last citizens to evacuate, he witnessed the massive Iron Man armor emerge from the flames, holding a small bundle in his arms.
A tiny baby with a soot-stained face, wrapped in a half-burnt blanket, bawling pathetically against the heat and lack of air.
He saw the tiny shifting of the armor as Iron Man cradled the baby, his full attention riveted on this defenseless little being. He saw Iron Man gently place his mettalic fingertip against the baby's lips, so that the toddler could suck on it and soothe himself.
Steve lowered his shield, flabbergasted by the sight. Before his eyes was living proof that his beliefs were wrong: Iron Man was not the monster he'd imagined.
The man in the armor straightened up and turned his head in his direction. "The baby needs help, Cap."
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mlmshipbracket · 2 months
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ROUND 1: POLL #10
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ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]
PROPAGANDA BELOW
Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark:
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Finn/Poe Dameron:
The two of them had so much potential from the moment they met. Poe was one of the first few people to treat Finn like an actual person and even gave him a real name rather than a number. Plus we have the infamous jacket scene where Finn goes to return Poe’s jacket that he pulled from the crash, now that he knows Poe is alive. Poe looks at him and how the jacket looks on him and says “No, keep it. It looks good on you” with a little lip bite.
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stevetonydarkfests · 5 months
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SteveTony Dark Valentine
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What is the SteveTony Dark Valentine Event?
This event focuses on creating dark/angst fics and art for the Steve/Tony pairing this upcoming February. What "dark" means is open to interpretation for each creator. There are no limits to the content you produce. However, all fanworks must be appropriately tagged. Please tag your work as responsibly as you see fit, or use "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings."
SIGN UPS WILL OPEN ON AO3 on DEC 1st!
What counts as a "dark" fanworks?
This term is very ambiguous, so it is left up to the discretion of the creator as to what they are comfortable creating. Think in relation to AO3's big warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death (MCD), Underage, and Rape/Non-Con. Some common themes might include but are not limited to: psychological trauma, gore, vore, (body) horror, emotional manipulation, MCD, abuse, non-consensual body modification/drug use, dub-con, non-con, gaslighting, betrayal, and more.
Do I have to make a work to get a gift for this event?
Yes, since this is a gift exchange all participants are required to create a work for another participant to get one in return.
Requirements:
Artists must submit an original piece for the event, either traditional or digital work.
Writers must submit a minimum of 2,500 words. There's no maximum cap.
Schedule:
Sign-ups: Dec 1st to Dec 15th
Exchange Assignments Sent out: Dec 18th
Creation Period: Dec 18th to February 10th
Fanworks Due: February 11th
Posting Period: February 14th
Author & Artist Reveal: February 18th
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sayahs-corner · 6 months
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Come join our podbid for the wonderful @iam93percentstardust ! Romance, Regency, and Ruts, what’s not to love?
Contact Ruquas on discord to join, and let’s make this prompt a reality!
((Disclaimer: I don’t know what flavor of omegaverse this fic will be or if it will actually have ruts. The alliteration was too good for me to pass up. Forgive me))
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ad1thi · 8 months
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( @ifmywishescametrue i finally wrote smth)
"Nice tie," Steve reaches out and lightly brushes his fingers over Tony's tie. It's a dark red material, more burgundy than red if Steve's being totally honest, and it's soft to the touch.
"Silk," Tony answers his unasked question, "It's a new purchase." It comes out bland, almost pompous, and there was a time that Steve knows better now. Understands Tony better now.
He hears what goes unsaid : I bought it just for you.
On impulse more than anything, Steve fishes it out from where it's been neatly tucked against Tony's off-white shirt. It makes Tony look distinctly unruffled, in that his tie is now out of place, and nothing else, is. Every other part of his ensemble : the suit, the shoes, his hair, are set perfectly, nothing out of place.
Except his burgundy tie. Because Steve's pulled it out from hiding.
They're at a dinner for some foreign dignitary who's name Steve cannot remember for the life of him. The dignitary's being hosted at the White House, and supposedly, Steve is here because his mother is unavailable and it would look back if nobody from the First Family were to make an appearance at this very important dinner for a person he's likely never even met.
In reality, Steve is here because he's currently having vivid fantasies about Tony's burgundy tie wrapped around Steve's wrists, pulling his arms up and over his head; against the headboard in his room.
They're in public, milling around the dinner because it's still the appetiser and networking stage. That is to say : Steve should absolutely not be doing what he's doing, which is fiddling with Tony's tie in a manner that's distinctly not very 'we're actually super platonic heterosexual friends and not sleeping together in any capacity.'
Experimentally, Steve wraps the tie around his palm, and tugs. Tony lets out the tiniest of whimpers, and Steve is overcome with the desire to chase the sound, see if it can get louder, softer, weaker.
tbc
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 5 months
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Hoe. Hoe. Hoe. Tony Claus can't wait to get his hands on Santa Steve's sack. 🎁
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cevans-is-classic · 8 months
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Steve: What part of your morning routine takes the longest?
Tony: deciding to get up
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irondadfics · 3 months
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Can't find the fic for the life of me, pretty sure it was on archiveofourown. It's Peter as Steve and Tony's biological son (grown in a fake womb incubator thing Tony builds) and growing up in the tower. It starts with him as a young teenager going on a school trip to oscorp where there's a doctor Scabel (?) Who is turns out has been in contact with Peter, who wants to be a hero like his parents. He gets bitten by the spider, and it's a long whump fic from there with sickness and radiation, and Peter almost dying, hiding the bite from his parents. He also has a thing with Gwen - one scene I remember is he's talking about whether there is something between them, and she replies 'I held your hair back while you vomited - if I had neon I'd make you a sign" or something along those lines.
Sorry for the wait, this is for you
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wilmakins · 2 years
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perlmutt-perl · 2 years
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A thousand lives
Story: @captainneverever   .oOo.   Art: @perlmutt-perl
.oOo.   @cap-ironman Reverse Big Bang 2022   .oOo.
I had the honor of working with Neverever for the RBB 2022! It was my first time participating and it was an amazing experience. I want to thank Never for being such an amazing teammate. <3 And now go and read their wonderful fic! ;D
Link to fic:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39297369
Summary:
Steve is planning to ask Tony to the Homecoming Dance and Tony wants to ask Steve, but neither has found the courage to actually ask. Until Tony steals a cosmic cube from Fury's office and accidentally reveals the red string of fate that ties him and Steve together.
Tags:
Getting Together, Multiverse, Time Fog, Mutual Pining, Red String of Fate
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darsynia · 1 year
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A hundred different kisses
15. messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed
Tony Stark with either Loki, Steve, or Bucky?
Okay, so this worked out to have way more angst than I thought? Like, instead of messy kisses because the kisses are messy, it's TONY that is a mess. And they don't make it to the bed? So you might get a do-over if you're dissatisfied! No smut, but it's emotionally satisfying...
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The Sacrifice Play
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Tony's wanted Steve Rogers for a long time. When he was a child, he wanted to find Cap and make his father happy. As an adult, he'd wanted to forget the long shadow of comparisons he couldn't get out from under. Now he's a superhero who has Captain America on his team, but as usual, Tony's not satisfied. He wants Steve Rogers, and after the day they've had? It's time to fess up and get it off of his chest, no matter what the consequences.
Warnings | Pairing: No warnings | Steve/Tony
Square Filled: 'What do you think I'm doing?' Word Count: 1,537
Note: @avengersbingo
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Excerpt:
“I figured it out.”
The sigh and slow turn Rogers makes to face him tells Tony everything about how close he is to losing his temper. “What have you figured out, Tony?”
Seems that Rogers doesn’t use his first name unless he’s angry, and it’s so close to Howard Stark’s approach to parenting that Tony ramps up even further.
“That witch sent you something that chaps your morals, didn’t she? And I know what it is.” 
Tony lifts his chin and struts forward. It’s all veneer, which is rare for him, but the myriad ways he wants this infuriating man strips Tony down to the bare wood every time anyway. This is the only way he’ll ever find out, and he’s sick of wondering whether it’s hopeless. Honestly, the novelty is quaint. What do you get the man who has everything?
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The Sacrifice Play
“You two want to cool off?” Fury’s tone is goodnatured, but his expression isn’t, and Tony is pretty sure this is some kind of ‘final warning’ before he learns that the man’s surname is also a frame of mind.
“Sure,” Tony says, matching Fury’s tone. He catches Barton’s eye, watches as the archer tips his head toward the hallway and aims another dart at the dartboard. It’s not clear whether he’s offering a quiet place to talk it out like men or threatening some kind of projectile punishment if Tony’s argument with Rogers turns profane. Probably both. “Hey, can I have a word, Cap?”
“Of course,” Rogers grits out, his jaw set in a stubborn line.
As Tony leads him away from the roomful of children and children, he wonders if the serum gave the man an extra teflon coating of stubbornness. He’s seen the pictures of pre-serum Steve, and maybe it’s shallow, but that Steve Rogers does nothing for him. Then again, given what this Steve Rogers does for him, that might be preferable. Tony’s a notch past furious into livid, and the worst part is, everything that makes him angry right now is his own fault. Well, almost everything.
Rogers barely has the door closed before Tony decides to go for catharsis. Fuck it.
“I figured it out.”
The sigh and slow turn Rogers makes to face him tells Tony everything about how close he is to losing his temper. “What have you figured out, Tony?”
Seems that Rogers doesn’t use his first name unless he’s angry, and it’s so close to Howard Stark’s approach to parenting that Tony ramps up even further.
“That witch sent you something that chaps your morals, didn’t she? And I know what it is.” 
Tony lifts his chin and struts forward. It’s all veneer, which is rare for him, but the myriad ways he wants this infuriating man strips Tony down to the bare wood every time anyway. This is the only way he’ll ever find out, and he’s sick of wondering whether it’s hopeless. Honestly, the novelty is quaint. What do you get the man who has everything?
“Tony--” 
“It’s me. You want me. You should go for it. Times have changed, Cap. Could be fun.”
Rogers looks around at the room like there could have been a mini-Clint hiding somewhere to overhear. “You can’t be--”
“Serious?” Tony interrupts stridently. “Why not?” He takes a step forward, and Rogers sidesteps behind one of the chairs set up around a small table. “See, your whole lumberjack thing outside, it got me thinking. Seems like everyone else saw one of two things: a new, horrifying vision of the future, or a deep-seated horror of the past. What if yours is both?” Tony walks around the chair, his heart racing, blood moving so fast he can almost feel it careening around inside him. Every time the cells strike the vessel walls, he burns hotter. “What if the thing you feared in the past is the thing you fear now, maybe even more so? Because you can have it.”
“Kind of speechless here, Tony,” Rogers coughs, backing up into the second chair and knocking it over. He seems grateful to put some distance between them as he turns and picks it up.
“That’s okay. You don’t need to talk.”
Rogers freezes, the chair in front of him like a shield. Tony’s warming to the look, so he turns on his highest watt smile, the kind he offers the wary starlets, the ones who know better.
The chair drops an inch in what has to be pure shock, and Tony’s jolted with a similar rush.
He hasn’t denied it.
“Here, do me a favor, okay? Just in case we’ve got eavesdroppers,” Tony says, moving the small table between them out of the way. He takes off his flannel and drapes it on the table. “You want to see it? I mean, okay, if you insist.” He takes off his shirt.
Hilariously, Steve Rogers turns around. “I was trying to be polite, Tony, but this is…”
“What? I was just showing you my scar!” Tony says, overloud, but he drops his voice into a low, pained hiss. “It’s either sexual harassment or therapy, Rogers. Pick one.” 
Tony doesn’t have his suit right now, and that makes him fist food if he has judged this wrong. He’s okay with that. He-- he needs to be pounded, and either way will work.
“Look, I get it,” Tony says, and as he speaks, he presses his fist against the scar on his chest, trying to thumb some comfort over his damaged heart. “Go on, face me and say the thing.”
Steve doesn’t move a muscle as he speaks. “What thing?”
“The cutting remark about my lack of morals, the way I make everything about me, how I push and push until everyone’s patience snaps. I get it. You’re Captain America. You’re built out of patience. Morals course through your veins.” 
He hears Rogers huff out a sigh, and it’s so human that Tony can’t help it, the things he shouldn’t say just come out, right in the open, where anyone could hear them.
“The craziest part is, I was willing to give, on all of that. I’ve got a good start on the morals, but everything else is just fucked by impatience. Look at me pushing. I’m hopeless.”
“We’re in another man’s house, Tony,” Rogers finally says.
“Yeah, well, I think part of me has always lived in your house, so that’s nothing new,” Tony grits out, and shit, the lust being out there is one thing, but this?
He tastes metal in his mouth, recognizes it as his own specific, frightened flavor of crossing the line, so Tony snags his shirt and starts to put it back on. Right when his eyes are covered, he hears the chair go crashing to the floor, and jerks the shirt down in enough time to see Rogers knock the table to the side as he comes straight at Tony. There’s no interpreting the pained expression on his face, but Tony’s bracing himself for a fight when he’s propelled backwards by a solid hand on his shoulder. He ends up against the only blank section of wall in the whole bedroom.
“What did you see? What did that girl show you? Is that what’s making you do this?” Steve (this is Steve, not ‘Rogers,’ not the perfect soldier Tony’s father idolized, Tony’s had an avatar of this man in his life for long enough that he can tell the difference) is breathing heavily, but it can’t be from exertion. Tony’s flotsam without his suit right now.
“I saw--” Tony breaks off, because Steve’s searching his expression with desperate eyes, and it’s almost romantic, the way he’s consumed by his need for Tony’s answer. Terrified and elated, hoping he’s not wrong, Tony rests a gentle hand on Steve’s arm, the one acting like a steel beam pinning him to the wall. “I saw the team dead. I saw you, broken on the ground. Your shield was in pieces. You asked me why I didn’t save you. Cap-- Steve. What do you think I’m doing? I’ll never not try to save you. I’m trying to save you right now. Call it narcissistic, call me the most self-centered person on the planet-- ”
Steve’s kissing him before Tony needs to figure out an ending to the sentence, and it’s rough, furious, vindictive, eager. The pressure on his shoulder doesn’t let up, but Steve presses his other hand right over Tony’s heart, and Tony yanks him closer, pouring all of his lovelorn frustration into this thing he’s always hated that he wanted.
It isn’t until the kiss deepens, until Steve is tasting him, that Tony realizes he was right. He was right, and it’s his best idea, his most genius invention, the one he’s least worthy of. 
Steve pulls back just enough to look at him, and he goes through it, right there, where Tony can see. There’s confusion, gratitude, elation, even embarrassment, and because he’s a smartass, Tony can’t let the moment lie.
“I know how to be quiet…” he dangles.
Steve closes his eyes and huffs out a laugh. Because they’re so close, the air from his lungs puffs against Tony’s face, and if that’s not symbolic of some kind of intimacy, he has no idea what is.
“I didn’t see this, in the vision. I saw Peggy,” Steve says, straightening without pulling back far enough to feel distant. “It seems like everyone saw something related to someone close to them, and she was, but--”
“But?” Tony squeezes his shoulder, forgiving the need to step back, to change the moment. This feels more important, which probably means he’s farther gone on Steve fucking Rogers than he thought.
“I was stuck in the past, like that’s where I belong.” Steve looks at the floor for a long time, and when he lifts his head, it’s with purpose. “You weren’t there.”
“I’m here now.”
Steve’s smile gives Tony the same flutters it did the first time he saw it in person, but boy do those flutters feel different than they did then.
“So am I.”
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stonyisforever · 1 year
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pleasetakethis · 7 months
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Captain Ameritits
Written for Kinktober 2023, Day 2: Titfucking.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Word Count: 900 words Tags: Breast Fucking, Established Relationship, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Domestic Avengers
Summary: Steve didn't get the appeal even after Tony showed him the viral photograph, but he was always willing to try new things.
Read @ AO3
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pursuitoftruth · 9 months
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it’s remarkable how many of my ships experience fantastic tropes in canon:
sharing clothes!
hurt/comfort!
emotional hurt/comfort!
sharing a bed!
height difference!
one or both experience nightmares!
so many fanfic ideas, so little time. and energy. 
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