#stevetony asks

[ironshieldchild]

THERES NO FUCKING WAY

[stonystark]

Awwww can i request post battle dirty steve, kissing scratched up Iorn Man with face mask 🥺

This one really inspired me 😅 I kinda went overboard

Hope u enjoy!!

[meidui]

11 + 17 + 26!

okay so i couldn't figure out what a toothpaste kiss was (and not for lack of trying which is why this is days late) so i didn't include it ; ;

visual of steve's bedhead/helmet hair 🙂‍↕️

17. fixing the other person's clothes/hair absentmindedly + 26. bed hair

It's actually really disrespectful, Tony decides, twirling his empty coffee mug around in his hands. That's what it is.

Oh, sure, people think Steve is such a polite person, but he doesn't even have the decency to comb his hair before coming down for breakfast? Yeah, right. Who asked to see his bedhead? Nobody. Who in their right mind would ever want to know what Steve looks like when he's just rolled out of bed, still in his sleep-creased undershirt and looking so at home in the kitchen with their teammates, his hair soft and fuzzy and sticking up at random like a duckling or baby chick?

...Nobody.

"Tony? You want more coffee?" Steve offers, holding the coffee pot. His hair—god, maybe Tony hates him.

"Yeah," Tony says, distracted by how much he hates Steve and his bedhead as he moves his mug closer to Steve. "Thanks."

Steve tips the coffee pot and suddenly he's just close enough, his head bowed just low enough that Tony doesn't think before reaching out and petting down an unruly tuft of hair.

They both pause.

Tony pulls his hand back quickly. "Uh—"

The look of surprise on Steve's face gives way to a smile, pleased and charming and a little shy. He empties the rest of the coffee pot into Tony's mug.

"Saved the last cup for you," Steve says, his voice softer. "Don't tell Clint."

[itsalmostavengers]

omg if u could pls do 17 from the ask prompt🫶🫶 only if u want of course!

17: Fixing the other person's clothes

Steve was fairly certain Tony didn't even know he was doing it most of the time.

It wasn't that he didn't put any effort into the way he dressed, of course - but Steve could admit that he had a tendency to look slightly... haphazard, on occasion. Clothes were so much flimsier nowadays than they ever had been, and Steve often forgot that his bigger frame meant that shirts didn't simply hang off him formlessly anymore. If he leaned up to the top shelf to get the pasta and the fabric rode up, it wouldn't simply slip back to his waist. And the labels - Goddamn it, there were so many more labels on things than there ever had been before, it was a nightmare.

These days, he tended to ignore it. If his shirt was slightly skewed or a label was sticking out of his collar, he would only fix it if he saw the problem in a reflection, which meant that any fashion faux-pas’ had to be spotted by the time Steve had left his bathroom in a morning or it was going to stay that way. 

Unless Tony was around. 

Steve, at first, hadn't known what to make of this. After all - the first time it'd happened, they barely knew eachother. Two days out from laying into one another in the helicarrier, and Tony had met with him at a SHIELD facility in order to hand over some files. As he'd passed across the thick wad of manila-bound sheets, a near imperceptible frown had ticked over his face, and without pausing whatever conversation he'd been having with Steve at the time, he'd quickly and deftly tugged at the buttoned sleeve of Steve's shirt, pulling it out so that it was properly aligned with the edge of his jacket. The poignant warmth of his hand against the top of Steve’s wrist had zipped through him like electricity. 

“-But like I was saying, Loki is Asgard’s problem now, thank fuck.” Tony was already walking away again, no mention of the quick fix he’d just made to Steve’s outfit. “Thor’s coming back here in a few days I think. You should say hi. Maybe see if he’d be up for eviscerating another German forest with you or something, God knows you look like you need it.”

And off he’d trotted, casual as anything, leaving Steve to think about the fact that that was the first time someone in the 21st century had touched him.

It kept happening, after that. 

Tony nipped his suit jacket out from where it’d gotten snagged in by his belt at a function without saying a word; simply passing behind him like a ghost as he chatted to Barton. He smoothed out Steve’s collar while they were eating lunch in the tower, sandwich in his right hand as he fiddled with Steve’s clothes with the other. It was… strange. Overly presumptuous, at first, and Steve had almost told him to cut it out a dozen times, but something had always seemed to stop him. Maybe it was the fact that it never felt judgemental. Maybe because it was just nice to be looked after, even a tiny bit, in a world where no one else seemed to see him as anything other than a soldier. On one occasion, Tony had been mid conversation with him when he’d suddenly dropped down on one knee, pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, dabbing it on his tongue, and then rubbing off a scuff of dirt from Steve’s dress shoe. At Steve’s obvious shock, Tony had simply raised an eyebrow. 

“What’ve you been doing in these things, Cap, gallivanting around in a wet field? Come on.”

It became normal. It became something Steve stopped being caught off-guard by, and started to associate as just another one of Tony Stark’s many eccentric quirks. He fiddled and he fidgeted and he fixed - it made sense that that would translate to the way he interacted with Steve. Nevermind that no-one else on the team got that treatment, and gave him a variety of funny looks when he brought it up to them. 

“You’re confused by the fact that Tony is making random excuses to feel you up?” Clint had asked him blankly.

“Well, I mean… it’s not like that,” Steve had stuttered out the response, trying not to show how badly he’d started to wish that was the case. “I just thought maybe that was his way of – y’know, of looking after us?”

“Looking after you, maybe,” Clint had muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Trust me, Cap, your experience is not universal. Stark’s more than content to allow the rest of us to walk around looking bedraggled. And I think if he ever tried to alter Nat’s outfits he’d lose a finger, so.”

Steve started to catalogue them after that. Three instances of Tony fixing his tie. Two instances of Tony patting down his bedhead at the breakfast table. 7 instances where Tony had done something with his collar, be that smoothing or refolding or aligning it to the centre of Steve’s throat. Always without breaking stride, without bringing any sort of attention to it. And over the course of the year, what had begun as a vague irritation had ended up becoming… well. A treat. Steve started to look forward to it. Those barely-there brushes of Tony’s fingers against his body, his clothes. Sometimes if it had been too long, Steve left his room with his shirt sleeves wonky on purpose. And like clockwork, Tony would spot it, he would shoot the offending article the tiniest of frowns, and then he would fix it. 

If Steve were a braver man, he would’ve asked Tony about it. But the thing was, he was scared that if he did, it would stop. 

He didn’t want it to stop. 

But Steve told himself this: one day, there would be a time when the shoe was on the other foot. One day, Tony, with his perfectly tailored suits and his shined shoes and his crisp white shirts, was going to fuck up. There was going to be a time when he left the house with a hair out of place, and when he did, Steve would be there to fix it. And he would take it as a sign from the universe that he should ask Tony out to dinner. 

This plan took two years to come to fruition. 

“Jesus, Pepper is gonna kill me,” Tony muttered as he barrelled into the kitchen, straightening his tie with one hand as the other reached for the pot of coffee. “I am so late. Steve, if I don’t come back, it’s because Pepper killed me.”

“Pepper isn’t going to kill you,” Steve told him absently, glancing over the rim of his newspaper to look over at the other man. “If she does though, it might teach you a lesson on good timekeeping. So I’m not necessarily opposed.”

Fumbling for his reusable cup, Tony still took the time to shoot Steve an unimpressed look. “Wow. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”

“I’m on the side of law and order and setting reminders on phones. Which I’ve told you to do several times.”

“It was on silent!” Tony huffed and screwed the lid of his cup on tight, before stealing a slice of toast off Steve’s plate. Steve, very magnanimously, decided to let that slide without comment. “Besides, it’s not like there aren’t gonna be other quarterly meetings. I can just wait a few months and this exact same thing will roll right back around again.”

“I think you should tell that to the board of directors. I think they’ll love your take.”

Tony grinned across at him, cheeky and carefree and infuriatingly attractive for a man exhibiting behaviours that Steve normally found inexcusable. Unfortunately, he’d long since learned to accept that he had a bias, and that Tony could probably get away with murder as long as he did it with a face like that. Steve never claimed to be perfect.

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” Whizzing over to the elevator with his hands full of toast and coffee, Tony pressed the ground floor button with the toe of his brogue and then turned to glance back at Steve. “Wish me l–”

“Wait,” Steve blurted, standing up from his chair as soon as he spotted it. He dropped the newspaper, eyes honing in on Tony’s left wrist as he moved across the room and over to the other man.

“Steve?” Tony lifted an eyebrow, but Steve said nothing. He moved slowly into Tony’s space, picking up his wrist with gentle hands, and then found himself grinning from ear to ear. 

“Your jacket button is undone,” he explained, quickly fitting the small black button into the buttonhole. And then, because he had made a promise to himself and he was a man of his word, he added on: “hey - how would you feel about me taking you for dinner sometime?”

Tony gave him a blank look. “Huh?”

“You know. You and me. On a date. You interested?”

Another beat of silence. Tony blinked a few times, and took a slow sip of his coffee as he looked up at Steve. “We’ve been dating for nearly two years, hot stuff.” He said, squinting. “You recall? There was that whole thing, with the spaceship and the - and I thought you were dead, and then you weren’t and I started macking on you like there was no tomorrow, which if I remember correctly was a genuine possibility at the time, and it was all very romantic.”

“Hmm, that does ring a bell.”

“Okay, well that’s good. Relieving. Any particular reason why you feel the need to ask if I’d be interested in dating you then? I feel like we’ve, uh, kind of established that I am. Quite enthusiastically.”

Steve nodded in agreement, letting Tony’s wrist drop out of his grip. “Well, your button was undone,” he explained - if one could call that an explanation. “Anyway. Does Sunday evening work?”

Tony huffed out a baffled little laugh. “You’re so weird. Sunday works.”

“Great.” Steve leaned forward and popped a quick kiss to Tony’s forehead, and then spun him back around in the direction of the elevator. “Now get outta here. You’re late.”

[hurtspideyparker]

stony but it’s dial drunk by Noah Kahan after civil war and all because of the flip phone

I love that damn flip phone so much.

Tony calling Steve drunk and complaining; about him, about the Avengers, about his life and the loneliness that's taken root.

Steve answers every time, because he has to. What if he's in danger this time? What if he needs me? It's under the berate of insults and slurred nonsense that he finally gets the courage to hang up.

Tony wasn't like this when they knew each other. He was stupid, and a flirt, but he wasn't a mean drunk. He supposes that's Steve's own fault.

The one good thing is that it's a window into Tony's life. He knows Rhodey is having a slow recovery, but he's well. Knows the fight he had with Natasha and how much he misses her. Pepper is around, taking care of him, he's heard her in the background on occasion.

"Tony, here, drink."

"M'talking to Steve, leave me alone."

"I'm sure he doesn't want to talk to you right now Tony, it's late. Hang up and drink your water."

"Pep—"

He isn't sure if she's just a friend, or more, but she doesn't deserve to pick up the pieces of Steve's mess.

Tony usually starts angry. Same exhausted insults Steve has heard a dozen times. If he stays on the line though, Tony gets tired, and he gets sad.

"I was ready to give up a lot for you. You didn't even think to do the same for me. Hurts a lot. Hate missing you. Hate it, hate it. Hate you."

Sometimes Steve says he's sorry. Tony hangs up first on those calls.

Over time Steve gets more concerned he'll never get a sober call. That's good, as long as it means Tony isn't in danger, but he misses the Tony who hid his pain better.

"I have your shield. If you came back to me, I have it, have it for you. Nobody can have it, I'd fight them for it. I don't care. I'd do it if you want. Ross is, Ross is a nobody. I'd do anything for you."

And if Steve said 'call me sober?'

He doesn't. He can't let Tony disappoint himself more.

He doesn't regret the phone, because as much as it pains him to hear Tony like this, it hurts worse to not know him at all. He wants Tony to use it.

Tony isn't a mean drunk, he's just a sad one.

[superdecibels]

Can you draw more of your Detectives AU? Is Tony realistically out of shape and bad at cardio?

Tony's definitely more on strength/endurance training than cardio. His regular routine consists of deadlifts, curls, kettleball swings, tire flips, and some stretching and squats.

He's just not a fan of running or stairs. (But could chase a suspect or rescue a victim if the need arises)

You'll probably see Steve hanging around the gym well beyond his work out hours just to watch Tony doing squats or leg curls lol

Thanks for the ask!

[joetavis]

Steve's phone background after Tony made him do the trend

(Steve definitely didn't see it on tik tok first and asked Tony to do it)

[carsonian]

fic trope rate game

Thank you to @sunnysideprincess for tagging me! I didn't even know this was going around. Love you hun.

Rate: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged. Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Onto the game ➡️

Age gap: -10

I get that it's already a factor in the relationship but I'm not interested in it, especially when fics paint the younger counterpart as like sex-crazed and the older counterpart as lowkey (highkey) predatory. It's totally people's prerogative to write this OBVIOUSLY but I can't get into the fantasy. Without getting too into it, I was in a relationship with an older guy in my late teens and for the most part (with very few exceptions -> there are few but v good exceptions!!) reading fic like that brings up some bad stuff for me. Also for those who've submitted fic requests along these lines, this is why I don't fill them! Sorry loves. Can I interest you

Codependency: +10

Hell yea why not

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +10

Hell yea why not

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): 0

Eh as long it's not too caricature-y.

Friends with benefits: +8

So many fun situations have come from this so purely for the gag of it all -> yeaahhh

Sex to feelings: +7

Been there ! So!!!!! Why not. Had your whole fist inside me and now we can talk about how many siblings we have. Class.

Friends to lovers: +10

It's like a crisp soda man

Found Family: +8

With or without is fine for me as long as they're not RANCID BITCHES to each other. I think my peak REALISTIC dynamic would be whatever they've got going on in Spotlight (2015). Coworkers getting things done with no interpersonal conflicts lingering for too long. Fanfics wouldn't be as fun though and this is about fanfics sooo hell yeah get yourself adopted.

Hurt/Comfort: +10

It's just neat man

Love Triangle: -10000

What in the k-drama bro get this shit outta here

Poly, open relationships: nope

Not my thing. Don't have it blocked but I'm unlikely to click in

Mistaken/hidden identity: +7

Pay off is like 😁😁😁 what next 😁😁😁😁 more drama 😁😁😁😁 this is peak 616 stevetony

Pregnancy: +4

I guess now that I've written a fic with this I can't be like NOOOO NEVER 👀👀👀👀 WHADDYA MEAN

Slowburn: +7

Make me want to kill myself a little bit why not. Keep things fresh

I'm going to tag @soliloquent-stark @whinysteve & @fohatic because I'm very curious to hear your guys' thoughts.

[watermelonwarehouse]

I love your sketch!! Glasses Tony please? 💜

Thank you! I did him with glasses :) here's a nice lil close up.

[naferty]

Does someone know Wingfics of the avengers especially stony?

Ooh fic recs! It's been a minute.

Here are some of my personal wingfic favorites.

Stony:

Birds of a Feather by LoquitorLatinae Tony only ever wanted to be an Alpha with bright feathers, a huge wingspan, and attitude. But he was an Omega, and while he still has the attitude, his lot in life as dictated by society leaves a lot to be desired. But he was Tony Stark, and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way—though he wouldn’t necessarily be against the company of a certain Alpha Capsicle.

The Winged Soul by inukagome15 It wasn't until he was three that he realized he was different and no one else could see the wings.

Albatross feathers by Indigomountain A young Albatross-winged Harpy could go months or even years without ever even touching land if they were on a pilgrimage. If they didn't have a hole in their wing that is...

Airheart by deadeyeboy Steve Rogers is an anomaly. One in a million. A man out of time. Tony Stark is an anomaly. One in a million. A man without wings. It's only natural that they'd meet somewhere along the way.

the slightest touch (and I feel weak) by SailorChibi “When you’re really tired or out of it, you show the underside of your wings to Steve,” Natasha says to Tony, ignoring Clint, who is doing an excellent impression of a fish. “We’ve all noticed it, but no one ever said anything because we didn’t think you knew. And judging from the look on your face, you didn’t.” “I don’t –” Natasha cuts him off with a raised hand. “Save it. I’m sure JARVIS has got video proof. You do it with Steve, Clint does it with Coulson, and both of them melt all over themselves when you two do it.” She stands, picking up her glass of wine. “So please, for the sanity of everyone else who has to live in this house, get over yourselves and just mate already.” She sweeps out of the room.

Get Some Fresh Air (At Quad) by Sineala Steve, newly arrived at the Academy, meets Tony, whose wings are like nothing he's ever seen before. He wants to know more. He wants everything. And luckily for him, the interest is mutual.

Care and Comfort by MusicalLuna Tony offers to preen Steve's wings. It's been a long time since anyone did something so intimate for Steve.

Soft Touches by GayRainbowBridge Tony's wings were damaged during his time trapped in Afghanistan. They constantly hurt and Tony was afraid of anyone touching them. But Steve shows him he doesn't need to be scared.

Dancing With Your Ghost by LunaStories Tony never thought he'd be here, getting his wings groomed by Captain America of all people. It was too intimate, but Steve had offered and he was too weak to resist.

Here's some Stuckony, too, if you're interested:

Just the way you are by IronEyes Tony is in love with not one but two supersoldiers. Too bad that they have so beautiful wings and he...doesn't have any at all. But nobody knows that.

Featherbrain by Reioka Tony has always been shy about his wings. He doesn't understand why Bucky and Steve want to see his when theirs are so big and regally understated.

[ishipallthings]

hello do you know if theres an archive of all theapplepielifestyle’s fics ? i feel like i saw one but i cant find it again

hi, there is a google drive folder that I put together a while back, the link should still work, let me know if you have any issues with it: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1wSdW9jztrEreXPSD22zVGX13bq0aFAPT (hosted with permission from the author!)

[robertdowneyjjr]

Happy birthday!!! 🥳 Also, I absolutely love your writing~♡ (your stony soulmate au and vampire tony au are my favorite!!!)

For the prompt: Tony being dragged to a weapon's demonstration by Howard, decides to absolutely piss him off by wearing booty shorts and tank tops—distracting Howard's favorite soldiers: Steve and Bucky

hello ily sorry this has taken so long 🥲

———

As long as Stark Industries continues to make weapons, Tony has zero interest in “doing his part” for the company at these military shindigs. Sure, he’s glad that his dad is at least letting him head the efforts for defensive and medical tech, but until the day the weapons department is completely shut down, Tony will not give those power hungry generals the time of day.

So when Howard all but forces Tony into joining him for a five-day trip to Afghanistan for a weapons demonstration, Tony retaliates the best way he knows how. By shamelessly embarrassing his dad.

He takes his sweet time on the plane, lazing casually in his band t-shirt and jeans as they make their descent. He knows he’ll be expected to change into a more “appropriate” outfit once they land because that’s protocol, and he’s looking forward to watching Howard’s head explode later.

That’ll teach him to force Tony into doing anything weapons-related.

By the time the company jet lands, Howard has already changed into his perfectly pressed suit so he can greet the soldiers who have been sent to meet them.

“Hurry up and get changed, Tony. The general has sent his most elite squad to come get us,” Howard says. “Steve and Bucky are the best of the best. Let’s show them some respect and not keep them waiting.”

He turns towards the stairs to disembark.

“What the hell kind of a name is Bucky…” Tony mutters as he heads towards the back of the plane to change his clothes.

Five minutes later, he’s going down the plane stairs like a pageant queen, never mind the fact that he’s dressed like the polar opposite. The chatter between Howard and the two beefcakes facing him abruptly stops when the blonde one spots Tony and immediately blushes a bright red.

When Howard turns to see what the problem is, he goes red too, albeit much uglier and angrier.

“Tony, what in the world are you wearing? Do you really think this is appropriate for a trip of this nature?” Howard seethes.

As he joins the group, Tony looks down at his clothes. His jean shorts cut off six inches above his knees, and his tank bearing his favorite band’s logo is only marginally long enough to not be considered a crop top. He looks damn good, and he knows it.

“I do in fact think these clothes are appropriate, actually. I dressed for the weather.” He pastes on a shit-eating grin and turns towards the soldiers. “Hi, I’m Tony.”

Before either of them could introduce themselves, Howard cuts in.

“Get back in there and change into a proper suit, Tony. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. All I’ve packed are shorts and tank tops and t-shirts.”

As Howard splutters, one of the soldiers — the blonde one who had been staring — takes Tony’s hand and shakes it.

“I’m Steve. I, uh, I think you look great. Um, you’ve got nice legs,” he says, his ears turning pink. Tony has a feeling it’s not because of the blazing sun.

The brunette standing next to Steve gently shoves him aside and takes his place in front of Tony.

“Heya, I’m Bucky.” He boldly steps closer and places his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “And if you really do need something else to wear, I’d be happy to lend ya somethin’. I’m sure you’d look incredible in my clothes, doll.” He winks.

Tony glances between the two soldiers, both of whom have not even spared Howard or anyone else a second of their attention since Tony sauntered up to them in his booty shorts and tank top.

He smiles.

Looks like this trip might not be a bad idea after all.

[stonystark]

hello to the extraordinary mads whose stevetony sideblog i somehow only just found out about!!!!!!!! <3 can i please request tony using steve's shield 🥹 maybe to protect him in a fight when he got disarmed?? artist's choice hehe

Helloooo!!! Thank you SO MUCH also don’t worry about it lol this sideblog is fairly new 🥰

Also SORRY FOR BEING LATE ON THIS XJHSHZH

Was this what you had in mind? >:)

Do NOT mess with Tony’s Man 😤

[meidui]

heyyy！i just saw u reblog an ask and it just happened to be the exact same thing I wanted to ask👉👈 do u have and recommend stony fics that are top Tony/bottom Steve 🥺

you know i do!! see also k's rec list and bulky's rec list, i tried not to rec any that were already on their lists <3

Jackpot by @elcorhamletlive

It’s not always like this.

Tony leans back on the bed, assessing his view. Near the door, balanced on his knees, Steve stares at him with half-lidded eyes, blue eyes darkened under those beautiful eyelashes. His blonde bangs stick a little to his forehead, where a glimmer of sweat is evidence of how long he’s been in that position: knees firmly planted on the rug of Tony’s bedroom, naked aside from a pair of cotton black briefs, hands tied up behind his back, exactly as Tony left him this morning. He breathes heavily, his muscular chest going up and down as he watches and waits.

Doubling Up (Steve) by @elcorhamletlive

“Well,” Tony drawls, his gaze going from the bed to where Steve, and, uh, Tony are standing, next to the small pile where Steve’s shirt lies along with his trousers. “This is awkward.”

Chamber of Reflection by @thahiree

A few years after retiring, Steve and Tony get a surprise visit from another Steve. Steve Rogers from Earth 1610 is lost, grappling with the new century he’s been unceremoniously dropped in, with confusing feelings for his new teammate, with himself.

Steve and Tony decide to get involved.

A Proportional Response by @mserm

Steve doesn't have a reason for cock-blocking Tony.

No reason, whatsoever.

It's Hard To Look Right At You, Baby by Albuss

“Woah,” Tony says, “slow down. Take it easy. Hold your horses.” He can be forgiven for saying the same thing four times because he is already completely, utterly wrecked.

“Fuck me,” Steve whispers. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Five Times Steve Woke Up Early (And One Time He Didn’t) by @airlocksandaviaries

Steve's not actually a morning person, despite his body's insistence. It's quite possibly the one thing about the serum he's not immensely grateful for. Forcing himself up and on a run to burn through the overwhelming, restless energy that builds bright and early would be much more tolerable if it were a few hours later. Tony decides to do something about this.

Underneath it All by @hollyandvice

Steve's finally ready to indulge Tony's fantasy of seeing him in a thong. He just has terrible timing when it comes to implementing sexy times. But that's alright, Tony's a master of making the best of a (not actually) bad situation.

the year you were mine by @areiton

The night that changes his life forever, Steve is on a date with another man.

Or: Steve is a pricy escort and Tony buys him for a year. Neither of them are doing this for love.

a thousand things you call me by @areiton

He calls you a thousand things, and you love them all, count them all and guard them close, because with each he calls you mine.

Your Reputation Precedes You by @vanilla-shoes

Tony agrees to watch the desk for the salon next door to his garage as a favor -- but when he meets the salon owner's fiery best friend Steve, maybe the favor is for Tony after all...

Brooklyn After Dark by darefanny

”I could do that”, Steve had said before his brain could catch up to his big, stupid mouth. He had leaned over Tony’s shoulder to look closer at a photo of a man in lingerie on his tablet.

Slow Burn Fireworks by felisnocturna

Tony fucks him incredibly slowly this time.

praise you like I should by @firebrands

steve gets de-serumed for a hot second, but tony's pretty quick to reassure him of all his lovely traits. (made even better by having to sleep in a shitty motel with a mirror on the bed.)

Suds 'n Studs by @fohatic

Tony didn't mean to hire some super hot, young guy to take his clothes off for money -- honestly! He just wanted somebody to wash his cars! But accidents happen when you let your AI do the hiring for you, apparently. Now the recent divorcee has an awkward apology to make. He also has as an invitation to subscribe to Steve's OnlyFans. What he doesn't have is any clue what he should do in this situation.

In Too Deep by @fohatic

Steve knew that he was asking for trouble when he agreed to let the gallery auction off a date with him for charity, but he needed to get in the director's good books if he wanted to make it as an artist in this cutthroat town. He never imagined that his participation would ignite an outrageous bidding war, or that the infamous, billionaire ex that he hadn't seen since their sudden breakup two years prior would show up and stake his claim.

the thorn in his side by @fohatic

It had been there from the beginning. There was no end to it, that mutual wanting between them—forever unresolved—that had grown so terribly soft and unbearably romantic with age...

But there was an unspoken rule between them, as well: an understanding that they could never act on it.

That is, until an alien parasite's brood nest gets violently dislodged from its Chitauri Leviathan host during the Battle of New York, dispersing its contents directly over two time-jumping tourists who are very much in the wrong place and the wrong timeline.

pull me down by breakeven

He doesn’t mean to pull, is just brushing through the locks there as a means of comfort, to show Steve that he’s still there and present with him, that Tony is just as affected by the wet grasp of Steve’s hole as Steve is by the insistent pressure against his prostate

wind me up by breakeven

Steve hadn’t known it, but apparently Tony could tell after the first time they ever fucked. He could see in Steve the need to please, the need to be of some sort of service, and had known that it would translate perfectly in sexual desires, even when Steve hadn’t had a clue himself.

honey from your hive by meidui

"Steve, stop that," Tony says, sounding strangled as his grip tightens and Steve stops, letting Tony grab his face and tilt him up. "You're kind of scaring the crap out of me. What is it? What's going on with you?"

"We blew up the lab," Steve manages, and something dawns on Tony's face. "Everyone had a reaction 'cept me. Think 'm having it now."

Blushes Per Hour by @blossomsinthemist

Steve chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, no,” he said. “Um, but.” He was breathing heavily now, through his nose. “Rachel liked it when I did it, because she has, uh, she has sensitive breasts, and I, um, err. Sometimes I’d pull on my own nipples during, or, or after, on my own, and. And I’d imagine—wonder, really, if I was. If I had enough, or—”

“Are you saying you’ve fantasized about this?” Tony said, and he couldn’t help the pure delight that came through in his tone, because had he actually stumbled onto one of Steve’s kinks, here? He’d never let on at all before, not at all.

Please Please Me by @blossomsinthemist

Steve looked so beautiful flushed and wanting, on his knees, begging.

Failing To Not Fall by @nvrthlessthsun

Steve was failing to not fall in love with Tony Stark.

AKA the one where Steve thinks he's Friends-With-Benefits with Tony, and Tony thinks he's dating Steve.

Paint Job by @valdomarx

“You want me to what?” Steve looked incredulous. “I want you to detail my car,” Tony said with a smirk.

Relax, Darling by @valdomarx

Steve is stressed and tense after a hard mission.

Luckily for him, Tony and his tongue are available to relax him in a variety of delightful ways.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd, Four’s a Party by @valdomarx

How to satisfy the secret desires of a horny supersolider:

Ults Steve gets gangbaged by Tony from four different universes (Ults, MCU, AA and 616).

Mark Sixty-Nine by @everybodyilovedies

Tony is irritated that Steve's first hug-and-fly wasn't with him. As the source of many of Steve's other "firsts", Tony has a brilliant idea of how he could take one more. Specifically, Steve's first time being fucked by a machine.

Afternoon Delight by @greyduckgreygoose

Tony watched with narrowed eyes as Rogers nodded politely to Natasha. They exchanged quick, familiar smiles, which suggested that they knew each other better than the acquaintances they seemed to want Tony to think they were. Up close, Rogers was even more attractive than he had appeared on camera, a touch of blonde stubble along his jaw, large square hands.

He also had a nice ass, not that Tony was particularly staring.

“Mr. Stark,” Natasha said, as they both stood before Tony’s desk. “May I introduce Steve Rogers? Or, if you prefer, Captain America.”

The Sixth Time is the Charm by @onemuseleft

The fifth time Steve tried to get Tony to fuck him (and failed) is when he started taking it personally.

Your Kind of Love by blue_jack

The first time they have sex, Tony isn’t really hoping for much.

[itsalmostavengers]

‘Coffee in bed’ for the ask prompt if you want!!♥️♥️

"I can't believe what I'm hearing right now."

"Tony." Steve sighed, shooting Bucky another murderous glare from across the breakfast table. "It's not that I don't like coffee--"

"According to Barnes it is, he just said it! That, those exact words: 'Steve doesn't like coffee'. Which can't possibly be right, because I've been making you a coffee in bed for the last three years - two sugars, dash of milk, just the way you like it, so someone here is lying." Tony folded his arms petulantly, honing in on Bucky's guilty face before the other man had the chance to look anywhere else.

Christ, the guy had only been living in the tower for two weeks. So far he'd broken one window, nearly burned down the damn kitchen, and was now in the process of shattering Tony's entire worldview. Or, at least, shattering the harmony of Tony and Steve's carefully-curated morning routine, guaranteed to bring maximum bliss. Supposedly.

They didn't get days off a lot. They had even fewer opportunities for lie-ins. If Tony wasn't running off to some meeting for some company somewhere, Steve was being called into SHIELD or catching up on the never-ending workload that came with their day job. It was gruelling and constant and neither of them would change it - but it did mean that when the days rolled around when they could have a morning to themselves, they took it. With a great amount of enthusiasm and panache, thank you very much.

It would go something like this: Steve would wake up first, because he always did, but Tony was a light sleeper and so as soon as the man in bed with him stirred, he'd wake too. Steve would need a few moments before he remembered he had nowhere to be, and then would promptly find Tony in amongst the sheets, latching onto him like the worlds sexiest, loveliest limpet. Mornin', he would say, sleep-slurred and with a twang of accent that only ever peaked out when he really wasn't thinking much. Tony would feel a kiss press against whichever part of his body Steve's mouth was nearest to.

After that, it tended to get a little X-rated.

But after that - well, that was when Tony would throw on whatever outfit was nearest to him and go make them both coffee, because that was just what they did. It was what he'd always done, from the first time he'd ever slept with Steve. And when he'd come back to bed with two cups in hand, Steve would be waiting right where Tony had left him with the softest smile on his face. And they'd drink their coffee together, limbs all tangled, reading or talking or just sitting in the precious few minutes of free time that they got with one another.

Except all of that was apparently a lie. A sham. Because Tony had just walked into the kitchen where Steve and Bucky were making their way through breakfast, asked Steve if he wanted a coffee, and before Steve had even had the chance to respond, Bucky had said, "Steve doesn't like coffee."

And now they were here.

"Bucky meant that I never used to like coffee," Steve corrected with too much force, his face doing that thing it always did when he was trying to get away with a white lie: cheek twitching, the left side of his mouth pulling up, a small frown burrowing its way into his brows as if his moral compass was giving him an ass-whooping from the inside out. No telling tales, it was saying to him.

Tony narrowed his eyes and turned back to Bucky, who immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I have brain damage," he declared. "Disregard everything I say."

Steve made a displeased noise. Oh, and Tony had him now, because there was no way Steve was letting his best friend say that about himself. "That's not... okay, no, okay - maybe Bucky has a point."

"A point? It isn't exactly a philosophical quandary, Steve. Do you like coffee?"

Steve went very still, a flash of white peeking out as he dug a tooth into the plump pinkness of his bottom lip. Goddamn it, if only he didn't have to look so damn adorable when he was put on the spot - Tony barely had it in him to maintain his stern look.

"I've kind of... learned to tolerate it."

"Tolerate it?" Tony squealed. He wasn't proud of it, but he did, he squealed.

"Tolerate to the point of being, y'know - ambivalent!"

Tony threw his hands into the air. "Three years, Steve! I've been making you coffee for three years and you're telling me now that you don't even like it? Why did you not say anything!"

"I don't know!" Steve let his head fall into his hands, defeated. "The first time you brought one to me you just looked - I dunno, you looked all happy, and you said 'we should make a habit of this', and I didn't have the heart to tell you that I would've preferred a tea because I didn't want to ruin the moment, and then it all just got out of control and you kept bringing me coffee with these big smiles on your face and it looked like it mattered to you, like you really enjoyed doing this for me and so I just..."

"Drank something you didn't enjoy. For three years," Tony finished blankly.

Steve sighed. "I enjoyed the context which surrounded the act of drinking the coffee?"

"You are so uncool," Bucky informed him. He turned back to Tony. "You know, he once had this crush on Angela Perkins from across the road and spent 6 months carrying Charleston Chews wherever he went, just because he knew Angie loved them. He couldn't even eat 'em either - he was allergic."

Across the table, Steve was alternating between shooting Bucky mutinous glares and looking at Tony like a chastised schoolboy, and dear God, every day that Tony thought he'd reached capacity on the amount of love he could hold for one person, Steve did something else that raised the bar. What a ridiculous charade to keep up for no apparent reason. Steve must have known at some point that telling Tony the truth was not going to change any element of their relationship whatsoever, and yet he'd continued on anyway. Because Tony smiled at him when he handed it over, and apparently that made it worth it.

How very Steve.

Walking slowly around the table, Tony unfolded his arms and set them on Steve's shoulders. He lifted an eyebrow. "Holy shit Steve, wait a second: is Barnes trying to tell me that you have a crush on me?"

Steve rolled his eyes, looking somewhat bashful as he rolled his forehead onto the firm stretch of Tony's forearm. "Maybe," he hedged, and Tony could feel the smile as it stretched across Steve's face.

"You're ridiculous."

"Nah. You should'a seen the proud look on your face every time you handed it over. I know how much you like messing with all those fancy beans of yours." Steve glanced up at him then. "Plus, if I went a little overboard with the delighted noises, sometimes it got you worked up enough that you'd wanna--"

"Aaaand that's my cue!" Bucky declared, loud and hurried as he smacked a hand down on the table and jumped to his feet. "Wow! Well, this has been awkward from start to finish. I'm gonna go now. Maybe forever."

"We'll see you at dinner," Steve waved him off absently, then let his hands settle comfortably at Tony's waist. His thumb stroked a soft crescent across the exposed ridge of bone that peaked over Tony's low-slung trousers, and he bit his lip again.

"How mad are you?" He asked once Bucky had vacated the kitchen.

Tony considered it. "Mad enough that you're going to have to seek forgiveness somehow."

Steve checked his watch. "I reckon an hour will be enough time to atone."

"One hour twenty."

"Meeting at 11. One hour 10?"

"Deal."

Steve grinned up at him. "Perfect. But please, God, make me anything except coffee once we're done."

[hurtspideyparker]

Heeey! Idk if someone has already asked you this but, if you could recommend three Stony fanfics which ones would you recommend? And What made you ship them? :] Also love ur writing!

IT'S MY NEW STONY MUTUAL YIPPIE ✨ HI FRIEND. Sorry for the late reply, been busy in my own way. I'm so happy to hear from you! 😸

that is a tough question...

Principles of the Thing by Annie D (scaramouche)

In Tony’s opinion, the only thing worse than having a crush on Steve is: having a crush on Steve while Steve won’t shut up about how great Tony is.

Mainly recommending this because the author's Stony fics are all amazing. They're a fantastic writer and I'm sure there's something there for everyone; I'm still making my way through them and I'm never disappointed! This fic in particular is very sweet and adorable, plus it has my favourite Stony fanfiction device—it's told from a self-deprecating Tony's perspective <3 that's how you know it's gonna be a good one 😌 I need my man to hate himself a little thankyouverymuch. I also think it's cute to have Steve be virtuous in a very sweet gentleman way, instead of the hurting-Tony way (although I like that way a lot too)

Loverboys by theappleppielifestyle

“Here’s the deal,” Tony says. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars to pretend to date me.”

Steve stares at him, but only for a second.

“No thanks,” he says, and looks back down at his algebra worksheet.

(Or, a High School Fake Dating AU.)

I have a soft spot for high school and college AUs okay, sue me! Why I particularly like it for Stony, and what this fic does beautifully, is it uses their class disparity as a point of contention for their characters and relationship. I like young!Tony fics because we see the trauma of his family life and circumstances affecting him in real time. I love to hate Howard Stark <3 plus Stony is all about the tension of their opposing personalities, and AUs like this help highlight Tony's distant family and extreme wealth, and Steve's poverty and loving support system. This fic is also fake dating, which means ✨tension✨. Plus Tiberius Stone is a total guilty pleasure character of mine. Tony has many evil ex's in the comics, and I love to see them used for some good whump. And jealous protective Steve is absolute gold!!! Even if you don't like high school AUs this one is worth a shot because it wasn't written by a high schooler like many are, so it's mature and paced very well.

the girl with the modern face by isozyme

“Nice to meet you. I’m Steve Rogers,” Steve said, sticking his hand out and trying to wrestle the interaction back into something normal.

“I know, sweetheart,” Tony said, ignoring his hand. “Rescue told me all about you.”

“Did you make her?” Steve asked. It had been implied that Tony was a tech-man, and she said he was her boss. It would fit together.

“Yes, the armor, that was me; she’s my bodyguard,” Tony said archly. “Impressed?”

The only good thing about the future is Tony Stark's bodyguard, Rescue. She's beautiful in her red and gold armor, and Steve will never know who she is.

This story changed my brain chemistry when I read it. It's just such a fantastic culmination of so many delicate and beautiful things. Internalized homophobia and identity porn are severely underrated tropes and two of my all time favourites. I find it's hard to get them right, but boy does this story get them right. Also—genderfucked Tony Stark? Yes Yes and Yes. Steve falls for a woman, who is actually a man, who is actually Tony Stark. This hurts both of their feelings immensely. I love the tight-wound Captain and seeing him come to terms with his struggles and bigotry. And the juxtaposition to a flamboyant and open Tony, yessirrrr. Also, comic Stony fics are on a whole other level. They have so much more material to work from, so their characterization and background is really well fleshed out. You don't need to read the comics to understand it, don't worry.

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I just love talking about this stuff, I will never be short or chill about asks 😅

What made me ship Steve and Tony? Oh GAWSH. Mainly, their opposing natures. Nothing is more compelling than seeing people so close yet so different have this intense magnetism. It's like a puzzle piece, they fit so well because they complete something in each other.

Rivals/enemies creates a lot of tension, especially when they have such a respect and trust for one another even if they don't always like it, it's undeniable. The betrayal and disagreement between them is painful because only those inside your heart can wreck it so intensely. I really like angst, whump, miscommunication, the push and pull. It's so them. They aren't rivals TO friends, they are rivals AND friends. Tony is incredibly Much, Steve is rigid. Tony is controlled by his emotions, Steve is controlled by his morals. Tony is an over-thinker, Steve is all intuition.

Also, have you SEEN the way they look at eachother?!?!? The gazing omfggg. The way they lead together, have such an intense relationship, perfectly in-sync even in disagreement. Their movies? Never without insanely strong feelings for each other, arm touches and long looks, trust broken and rebuilt. TV shows? Eye rolling yet great respect, a deep admiration that will always trump any mistake or disagreement. Bickering boyfriends. Comics? They're so intense everyone just KNOWS something freaky is going on. Divorced /pos. It's always hate or love, these two can never be neutral. Their relationship is incredibly dynamic—they're so soft for each other! They hate each other's guts! They are gonna fuck about it! All three at the same time.

ty for the compliment 🫶 yes this is yap city but I am a very passionate person mk. I could talk about them for hours 💕💔