Chasing The Shadow || Part II

Chasing the shadow || Part II

Summary: Your quiet life quickly get complicated Words: 1712 Warnings: none Author: Cass

It was a month since you met Ezio again and you two were together now.

You were happy. You finally felt alive.

Taking care of assassins was something good for you. You were busy but never alone, assassins appreciated your work.

Your duty was to take care of every Ezio’s assassin. Sometimes assassins were coming to you, they were sick or hurt. You were patching their wounds or you were making sure they will recover really quick from any sickness. It was hard, some assassins were stubborn as hell,sicknessa tough task to keep them in bed.

The nicest work was when assassins were coming to you to get something to eat. It was nice to cook for more than one person. You were cooking for everyone, for sick and hurt assassins and of course for hungry assassins

Sometimes it was hard. Some nights you had to stay awake. Just like one night when you peacefully slept in your bed, dressed only in your [Y/F/C] nightgown. Suddenly your arm was grabbed and sshakd.

“[Y/N] wake up… please…” You good knew this voice, it was Ezio.

You looked at him.

“What is it…?” You muttered and sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“We need your help..” He said and looked over his shoulder, shoulde same and looked behind him. Two of his assassins were holding the third man. He was badly hurt… really really badly. You blinked in shock and looked back at Ezio. “Something has went wrong? Take him to free room, undress him, Ezio, take my bag and go with them… I will dress up and join you really quickly.” You only said and everyone listened to you. Taking care of assassin's wounds took you many hours.

You spend whole night, sitting on bed next to the hurt man, making sure everything is okay.

Ezio walked into room.

“Tesoro… come to bed, you need some rest.”

You only shook your head.

“I will be fine. I need to make sure… that he won’t die.”

Man only sighed and walked to you, he kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek.

“Bene, but please as soon as he will be fine. You have to take care of yourself. Buona note.”

“Buona note, my love.” You said quietly.

It was the worst night ever but you loved this work, many assassins were thankful because you saved their lives. You often talked with your friend who was a doctor, he was teaching you new stuff what made you only better in your work.

You also felt happy from different reason and it was because you were with Ezio, you two were together and this made you really happy. He was always making sure you are safe. No matter what it was, a walk, small trip for shopping, meeting with friends, always two assassins were somewhere close, keeping their eyes on you.

Ezio even made sure, that you got your choker. Simple black ribbon with silver assassin’s emblem.

This was your life now. No matter how hard it was sometimes, you loved it in the way it was.

You were walking around your living room, reading book. Nothing interesting, some medical stuff from your friend. You were just walking and repeating words from pages, you were trying your best to memorize them.

Suddenly someone grabbed your waist and picked you up, you let out a loud, scared whimper and you were scared until you saw who it was.

It was Ezio with happy smile on his face, you looked at him and laughed. “Ezio... Don’t scare me like this, please.”

“Scusami.” He said simply and kissed you.

You kissed him back and slowly took off his hood. “I missed you...” You said quietly.

Ezio put you back onto floor and hugged you tightly. “I missed you too so much.” He tried to hug you even tighter but he only hissed.

You blinked surprised, than you looked at him, frowning. “What did you do?” You asked angrily.

“Me? Nothing!” He said and smiled at you, “alright, alright... I just got stabbed few time.”

You rolled your eyes annoyed. “Sit.” You growled and went to find your bag.

Ezio sat down on your bed. “Don’t be mad, mi amore.” He said and started undress himself.

“Il mio bel, idiota.” You growled and stared dressing his wounds.

“They started looking for you...” Ezio looked at you, he seemed to be worried.

You were gently cleaning his woubes, you looked at him. “For me...?”

“Well... Not particulary but they know that there is someone in the city. Someone who helps us, they slowly try to look for this person...”

You shivered. “But... what I will do now..” You said deeply scared. You were brave, but not brave enough to stand still about possibility of being captured.

“Don’t worry, you will be safe. I premise.”

~~ Few days later~~

You took your basket and left your house. You walked trough calm streets of Rome, looking around at houses, people, at the whole world which was surrounding you.

You felt a bit weird. Ezio left you again to take care of some ‘important stuff’, you hated it because he was always leaving you under care of his assassins and the truth was you needed him the most.

You looked around, this weird feeling on the back of your neck was still presence. No one, only two assassins on the roof, but around you... no one. No suspicious people. You took deep scared breath and continued your walk, no matter how fast you were walking this feeling didn’t left you. For sure it wasn’t because of assassins, you were already used to their presence, it was something different and you could felt it in your bones. You only shook your head and walked even faster to do shopping and go back to home as quick as it was possible. Was it paranoia or you just lost the habit of feeling good around normal people, knowing your position now?

You got everything that you needed, Some food, medicines and fabrics. You were looking around whole time. But no one was after you, all you could see were people, normal people and guards that were walking around the streets. Everything was extraordinary.

“I think it’s paranoia..” You muttered to yourself when you opened door to your house. It was when you saw both of your “protectors” on the ground, they were probably dead, but this wasn’t the thing that scared you the most.

There was five heavily armoured soldiers and their captain. Man looked at you hardly. “As I can see, we were right. This place really is an assassin’s hideout, and you need to be their “famous” slut.”

Man growled, walking closer to you. “You are arrested. As a traitor!” man ripped off necklace from your neck.

You wanted to fight, oh so badly, but you know you had no chance. If you would start a fight, you would die. Being arrested was ‘better’ option in your situation. You only looked at man, growling under your breath.

He smiled and grabbed your cheek. “You won’t try be so strong later.” Man said. “Take her!” He ordered to his men and left your house.

Soldiers were really harsh with you. They put tight rough ropes on your hands and pushed you out of the house.

The walk to the prison... was terrible, every person, no matter if you know these people or not. They were looking at you, frowning, whispering between each others, turning their back to you.

You felt bad but, you also knew you were doing the right thing. No matter what people were thinking.

People in prison tried to pull out information from you. Cold water, beating up, intimidation... nothing made you talk. Maybe it was a mistake for you not to talk, but you knew you had to stay loyal to Assassins.

By the end of the day you were threw into a small cell, filled with mud and old hay. Your once beautiful dress was destroyed, your hair was a mess, your face was completely devastated, just like the rest of your body.

You whimpered, when you tried to got up from floor, but all you could do was getting onto your knees and hands. You looked around and saw an old matters, stained with blood and with other fluids you didn’t want to know about.

You forced yourself to move. You slowly laid down on your new ‘bed’ thinking about what will happen next. Will Ezio return on time? Or maybe his assassins will make him go back... or maybe they will help you? Maybe you will die here? What will happen tomorrow? What they will do to you next time?

All those questions filled your head, you were scared, but also full of faith, even when strong pain was filling your body.

Next day everything has been repeated: tortures, questions, tortures, questions... over and over again.

In the end of the day, you were just laying on your bed, listening to screams and guard’s talks. The thing that you heard frizzed your blood.

“What with that assassin’s woman. The one that was helping them?” “You didn’t heard. She don’t want to talk. She will be hanged  tomorrow.” “Why so quick?” “Captain is mad. I think he has a plan. I have no idea.”

You could feel tears in your eyes you didn’t want to break down, especially not now...

“Where is she?!” Ezio yelled loudly. His voice was full of fear and anger, his eyes were full of rage. “How could you let something like this happen to her!?”

Assassins that were supposed to protect you looked at each other, one of them started to talk.

“We... We tried, but...”

“They were awaiting...” The other one finished. “We didn't have any chances..”

“Imbecilli! You two have to find her. And tell me where is she. Understand?” He asked frowning.

Both man nodded and quickly ran out of house.

Ezio sighed heavily and looked around your devastated house. He felt so bad now, just every place reminded him about every single good moment with you.

He slowly sat down and rubbed his face.

“I will find you... I promise.” He said quietly to himself, clenching his hands into a fists.

A/N: Hey guys. I just wanna say that writing of next part... may take a while... Reason: 

I’m really sorry guys but I want finish game when I still have too much of free time but I promise I will try write as fast as I will be able to ;) 

I’ve been waiting for so long || Tony Stark x Pepper Potts SMUT

WORD COUNT: 1754

SUMMARY: Tony & Pepper’s first time.

WARNINGS: pure smut ☺

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

It wasn’t because she had any question about her feelings for him, or even any question about his for her. It was just a big change for both of them. They both had so much at stake- they had gradually become the center of each other’s universe, so to speak. Well, she knew Tony would always be his own gravitational force. But she also knew that he needed her, even if his world didn’t revolve around her, it couldn’t exist without her either. They both had a lot to lose.

Tony was being a gentleman, waiting patiently for Pepper to be ready for intercourse- even if it was really hard for him. Of course that didn’t mean they didn’t have some fun together. They were adults with a decade long relationship who were in love and very sexually attracted to one another. But Tony always stopped himself before it got too far, or else he feared it would be impossible to stop and he didn’t want to be a jerk or get testy with her.

 Pepper had spent the night several times, but they mostly kissed, fooled around and slept tangled together. He hated when she left for the night so even if it was incredibly difficult to keep his hands to himself it was better than her leaving him alone every night.

 After the invasion of New York, all bets were off, everything changed-including Tony. He almost died and Pepper didn’t want any regrets. She wanted to anchor Tony to something solid and good, he seemed worried and a little more distant. She wanted to take him in her arms and make him feel safe and loved and show him that she believed in his commitment to her. She began spending almost every night with him-afraid to leave him alone.

 It had been a week since the attack. They both had long days of work but Tony was focused on upgrading his suit for the next potential threat and she had to drag him from the workshop up to clean up for bed. She laid out his sweats for him and changed in the bathroom. He laid in bed, waiting for her to return, he was always happy she was there. When she joins him on the bed he immediately begins kissing her. It isn’t too much or an unwelcome advance, she needs him too.

 He touches a bit of bare skin on her hip between her pajama pants and where her tank top has ridden up to expose her tummy, he’s stroking it gently before he drags his rough fingers across the expanse of her midriff to the front of her stomach, right above her low hanging pants. His touch is like fire on her skin, he pauses. She leans up and whispers in his ear “don’t stop there- please don’t stop.”

 He pulls back and stares at her, mouth slightly ajar. She nods a little. She is ready.

He leans back down and kisses her again, slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, he sits up a little so he can position himself to remove her pants. She lifts her hips to accommodate his movement and he swears he can hear his own pulse pounding in his chest. When he’s tossed her pants off the bed she reaches for the hem of his shirt and removes it, tossing it beside her discarded pants on the floor.

 His skin feels amazing against hers. When he is back beside her, hovering just over her, she places her hand gently against the arc, feeling the faintest whir below her fingertips. The last time she actually touched it she was panicking and replacing it- an entirely different experience. His big brown eyes are locked on hers, they are both exposed and vulnerable. After a moment he places his hand over hers and brings her fingertips up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

 She moves her hand up to cup his check and pull him down for another searing kiss as he moves between her legs. She wraps her leg around his hip and begins to slowly grind against his growing hardness as they continue to kiss. She is getting really hot. He can faintly feel her nipples through her tank top. He reaches between them to trace his fingers over the soaked crotch of her panties. She is already so wet. The touch makes her jolt- but it is too brief. She begins to desperately tug at the waist band of his pants, she wants them gone, she wants more contact and less between them. After a few attempts to push them down she begins to grow desperate and frustrated and he pulls back to abide by her clear desire.

 He pulls his pants down and his hard length bobs free against his stomach. He feels relief at the freedom. And the sight, and size, of him only turns her on more. She quickly removes her tank top and lays back down, mostly bare before him. The only barrier that remains is her panties. Her chest is flushed, a beautiful blush is creeping up her pale chest to her freckled cheeks. He is in awe of her. He places a wet kiss on her neck before he licks her and begins to suck at her pulse, marking her for his own.

She is rubbing her legs together attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. His hand trails up her ribcage until it reaches her breast. He massages he briefly before slowly tracing his thumb around her hard nipple. Her hand is at the nape of his neck holding him against her as she beings to pant and undulate her hips against the empty space between them. When he comes up for air, he looks at her laid out before him. He moves between her legs and pulls her panties down in agonizing slowness. She misses him against her already. His warm body pressed against hers, shoulder to toe.

 When the final barrier is removed, he places his hands on her hips in a moment of uncertainty. She reaches down and places her left hand over his right and gives it a gentle squeeze before slowly dragging his hand beneath hers to where she wants his touch the most. He touches her gently, watching her face, watching how her eyes close, her mouth gasps on that first contact. Her other hand blindly reaches out for his. Their fingers tangle on the bed beside her hip and she is gripping his hand fiercely as he slowly caresses her open and she moves her hips against his hand begging for more.

 He wants to taste her but as he leans down- she tells him she won’t last and she wants him inside her. He’s grateful. It’s been a long time and he could use some relief, and he settles for licking his fingers clean, savoring his first taste of her.

He reaches over into the night stand for lubricant. Her pulse is quickening, even though she didn’t think that was possible, as she watches him prepare himself for her. He is so hard, she hasn’t even gotten a chance to touch him. She reaches out to help stroke the lubricant over him, together they slide their hands over his length. It’s a brief encounter but there will be plenty of time for that later. He lays her back down and positions himself. She is incredibly wet as he is rubbing his head over her opening, increasing her anticipation in a slow tease she can barely stand.

 He finally takes mercy on her as he lines himself up and takes one deep, long, slow thrust inside. When he is fully embedded inside her he hears her squeak. He looks at her face for reassurance. Her eyes are clouded and unfocused, she asks for a moment to adjust. It’s been a long time and she is a little tight.

 He reaches out and pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear, and then places his hand on her neck, tracing soothing circles with his thumb, back and forth, until she is ready. He is waiting for her signal and taking in every feature on her face. When she lifts her leg over his hip he begins a slow, deep grind against her, not wanting to rush. They move their pelvises together, slowly building passion until he is desperate to pull back and thrust against her. She can tell what he needs- she needs it too. She trails her hand from his shoulder blade down to his supple butt- gripping it to let him know its okay. He follows her lead and begins a stream of harder thrusts against her.

 They make love hesitantly. When he feels he can’t take anymore he reaches down between them and slowly rubs her clit., hoping to make her cum. He bends over and simultaneously takes her hard pebbled nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. That does the trick and she cums hard, gripping him like a vice and crying out against him.

 He places his head on her chest, between her breasts, thrusts five more times and begins to cum himself. He pulls back and stares into her eyes as he is emptying everything he has inside her. He bursts over and over again.

 He lays his head back down and they don’t move for a few moments. He can feel her sweat begin to cool against his face as she rubs soothing circles on his exposed cheek before he finally moves. When they separate the cold air hits his drained cock with a hiss. Not wanting to leave for the bathroom, he fetches his sweats from the floor by the bed and moves to wipe them both clean before pulling the blankets up and over them. She is touched by his tenderness and already missing his closeness, feeling emptiness where he recently occupied.

 They lay in bed facing each other, her hand on the pillow beside her head. He reaches over and takes her fingers in his before scooting closer to her and rolling onto his back. He takes her hand and places it gently over the arc- resting his hand on top of hers before she snuggles even closer into his side and drapes her leg over his.

 “That was worth the wait” she says softly.

“Baby.. I never knew I was waiting for anything until you” he says back, smiling at her.



Imagine: Daredevil joins Avengers.

Request by: @deliciousbouquet90

„Soo… He is like..” Tony looked at Steve over papers that he held in hand, frowning softy.

“Blinde… Yea I know that… but he is good, it took me a while to make sure about this but he is good, really good.” Steve said. “Like really really good. You should see his skills, the things that he can do. He fights like normal person, even better. He fights like a real hero.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve! This guy’s blinde, blinde like a mole. I don’t believe you, how someone like he can even call himself a hero?”

“Have you read newspapers? He is all over them… maybe we should at last try… give him a chance. Pleaseee Tony.” Steve sighed sadly making kind of a puppy eyes.

“Okaaaay! Fine!” Tony muttered. “If something will happen, it will be your responsibility, Cap.” Man said.

“It always is my responsibility..” Steve said quietly to himself.

“What?” Tony frowned.

“No! Nothing! Thanks, Tony.” Steve said and left.

Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t really know this new place very well. He also wasn’t really sure about him joining Avengers, it was so out of place. Well yes, he was a hero but he wasn’t like any member of Avengers. However he came anyway.

Cap and Bucky walked into room, Steve looked at Matt and then at Bucky. Bucky only shrugged and sat on a couch.

Steve smiled at Matt and offered him hand. “Mathew Murdock, am I right?”

“Yes, Captain, but Matt is enough.”

Tony walked into the room and looked at Cap. “Steve…. He is blinde. He for sure won’t see your hand.” He laughed.

Steve smiled awkwardly and immediately his face became red. Bucky rolled his eyes and took Tony’s empty cup from a coffee table. “Hey! Devil! Catch this!” He yelled and threw cap into Matt’s direction. Man caught it without problem. “I knew that second guy was there.” Matt said happily.

Tony blinked and frowned softly. “Whatever! And YOU! Never threw my stuff” He growled and left. Bucky only laughed. “I love to piss him off.”

“Um… Thanks Bucky. So… Matt? Welcome to Avengers?” Bucky only facepalmed when Steve again offered his hand to Matt, this guy was just too nice.

Matt smiled and nodded. “Thank you Captain Rogers.” Matt said and took Steve’s hand. “I hope that cooperation will be successful.”

Author: Cass Gif: X X 

A walking disasters

WORD COUNT:  1098

SUMMARY: Steve and Bucky talk about feelings and stuff while the Avengers have a water fight.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

"Won't your fella get jealous?" Bucky asked suddenly, whip sharp grin placed firmly on his face, looking so familiar Steve ached. It was scary how easy it was for Bucky to look like Bucky again, like the Winter Soldier, like the plane crash, like the 21st fucking century didn't happen. Steve should've liked it, he knew, but he didn't.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Tony gets jealous when strangers on the street propose. It doesn't bother him when I spar with Natasha or when I run with Sam. This, us, doesn't bother him at all."

"You've got a good thing going here don't you," Bucky huffed, eyes closed and head tipped back against the wall. Steve shifted grappling for any sort of comfortable position on the rock hard couch. Tony had warned him that all the furniture in this room was designed to make people look regal, not make them comfortable. It was the only room in the mansion left untouched from Tony's childhood.

"Yeah, I do" Steve looked at Bucky from where he was sitting side ways against the arm of the couch, "better with you here though."

"You know I'm never going to be just Bucky Barnes right?"

"I know you haven't been talking to your therapist."

"And who's bright fucking idea was that? A therapist? Really? You think after decades of being the most talented killer alive - and shut the fuck up Steve, I killed people, we both know I killed people - you really think I'd just be fucking dandy with spilling all my secrets to some idiot with a clipboard and orders to take me out when I get aggressive?"

"I know you won't ever just be Bucky again, I know you're Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, but you're still my friend. You're still my fucking family," Steve burst out suddenly. "Please tell me you know that."

It was deathly quiet in the room before Bucky spoke again, out of the corner of his mouth, like he was too tired to talk properly, "Nathasa's stronger than people give her credit for. So's Tony."

"People give her a lot of credit. And you know she hates it when you call her that," Steve said mildly, not commenting on the remark.

Bucky grinned his shark smile again. "No, she doesn't. And don't think I didn't notice you ignoring what I said about him."

Steve sighed, felt the air come up from his diaphragm, filling his lungs and his mouth. "I'm just glad you stopped calling him Stark. Why?"

"Why what…"

"Bucky," Steve ground out.

"They make living with blood on your ledger look easy," Bucky breathed out suddenly. Steve paused, stomach in his throat when Bucky turned to him again, suddenly vicious. "You won't tell them this, ya hear? Last thing I need is more fucking pity."

"Of course I won't tell. I'm surprised you're even talking to me right now. But we both know they would be the last people to pity you. They know what you're going through."

"You're saying you don't?" A challenge.

"I've killed people-"

"You've killed Nazis," Bucky said with a bark of a laugh. "Nazis don't count as people." Steve could at least agree with that.

"You know, I miss being the stubborn one in this friendship."

"I'm not talking to them. It's a different situation entirely."

"I thought you said they knew what it felt.."

"Never like this. Never like me. Fucking Tony didn't even know what was happening with his company, how does that compare to this?" He turned to Steve, desperate, "I trained Natasha, trained her to be a murderer. What does that say about me?"

"It says something about the Winter Soldier. It says that you were brainwashed."

"I killed his parents, did he tell you that? Blew up their car, slit his mother’s throat while she was screaming. Stabbed his father for good measure. And if you tell me that's okay, if you make excuses for me, I'll fucking deck you."

"I don't need to tell you that it was wrong. You think I don't know you're thinking of running away again? The guilt eats away at you. The Winter Soldier didn't know what guilt was because he was fucking brainwashed. You were tortured Bucky."

"I killed so many innocent people."

"You killed people. Innocent people and we both know you can't make up for that. There isn't anything you could possibly do. That's not how it works." Steve was so tired of this, tired of how complicated this was, tired of morality and honor and redemption. "You do good and you wait until there's enough good to not make the bad crawl under your skin like palladium," Steve quoted. Tony was strangely poetic at the 3 in the morning, all ruffled hair and tight breaths. "I just want you to be happy. Don't we deserve that? After all the second chances we've been given, don't we at least deserve that?"

Silence again. Steve stared out the window opposite him, Bucky's silhouette barely blocking the view. Everything here really was excessive, slightly more so than even by Tony's usual standards. He wondered idly how he could go about sketching the exact way the light snagged on the leaves of the topiaries in the garden outside.

"I'm not going back to that therapist." Steve waited him out, could taste the capitulation on his tongue. "But we could do this more often. Just. Talking."

"Yeah?"

"How many more times do you need me to say it?" Bucky grinned suddenly. "Age catching up to you, Rogers?"

"Screw off Bucky," Steve laughed, shoving him roughly. "I'm really, really happy that you want to talk to me," he couldn't resist adding.

Bucky made a face, "How does Tony stand all this earnestness?"

Steve smirked, "You really want to know?"

"Oh fuck no, never mind. Still can't believe how filthy you are now, Christ."

"The army does a number on scrawny virgins."

"It also does a number on beefed up super soldiers." Bucky shot him another look, that 'I know you' look that gave Steve dizzying hope.

Steve looked out the window again, at their teammates, their friends, running past, equipped to the teeth with various water shooting weapons. Bucky followed his line of sight and chuckled suddenly. "Tell me how I got roped into living with a bunch of 9 year olds."

"Hey! I'm at least 12," he said, moving to get up. "How bout we go and show them how it's really done?" he asked, smirking.

"As long as you and Tony keep your hands to yourself."

"No promises."

Christmas gift || Stony smut

WORD COUNT: 2299

WARNINGS: smut

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon 

Tony and Steve are spending the holidays in New York - just the two of them. No Clint, no Logan - and especially no SHIELD interference. Tony's made sure Jarvis won't let anyone call in to the house. There's a Christmas tree three times too big for the house sitting in the dead center of their living room, and Tony's made sure there are far too many presents settled on top of the tree skirt underneath of it. And the billionaire's even made sure to put lights up on the house, wreathes wherever he can, and he's got sprigs of mistletoe hanging around in the most inopportune places.

  There's a reason for that, too. For the first time in Tony's life, he feels at home for Christmas. He's been through many holiday seasons, most of them spent drunk on the balcony of his Los Angeles house while Pepper yells at him. But this Christmas, he's with Steve and they spend every evening sipping hot chocolate in front of their fireplace, watching Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph until they're ready to stumble their tired asses into bed. 

However, this particular night, Tony goes out for the day with promises that he'll make it up to Steve for leaving him alone - and doesn't come back until late. Of course, Steve can't be mad at him though because the soldier knows it's just Tony being Tony and there was a high chance that he was buying gifts. So instead of getting irritated, he simply greets his lover at the door with a kiss and a cup of hot chocolate.

  "Good evening, my dear," Tony says as they walk side-by-side in to the kitchen. The whole house smells delicious and when they finally step onto tile, Tony can see why. "You made cookies? So basically when they injected that serum into you, you became perfect. Supersoldier, baker, master chef, artist - is there anything you can't do?"

Steve simply looks at him with a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and murmuring for Tony to shut the hell up. Tony just grins before spotting the apron falling halfway off of the table.

"Oh, you did not wear an apron," he says, eyes wide and round. When Steve blushes and looks away, his mouth falls open slightly as well.

"Well I wasn't going to get cookie dough all over my clothes, Tony," Steve says with a smile, moving his gaze back to his boyfriend. When he sees the expression on the other man's face however, he laughs incredulously. "That seriously turns you on?"

"Well, the fact that you were wearing clothes kind of takes away from the image I had in my mind," Tony starts, then grins. "But yes. If I'd come home earlier I would have delighted in pushing you against the counter and getting those clothes off of -"

"Tony!" Steve says loudly, and it's at that very moment that the man in question notices his partner's blush. And the pink is traveling fast down his neck where Tony knows it'll flush his whole body. "Try one, I added a little more sugar then the recipe called for."

"From scratch, really? Okay, Mr. Perfect," Tony mumbles, sitting his mug down and reaching for one of the chocolate chip cookies. And as soon as he bites into it, he's ready to pull Steve into the living room and fuck him senseless. Because he really is Mr. Perfect and his cookies are delicious.

"So," Steve says after Tony's moaned his approval. "How was your day?" "Typical," the other man chirps as they make their way into the living room, mugs of hot chocolate and plate of cookies in hand. "Braved the snow and did some Christmas shopping. Did I ever mention that I hate the snow? Because I really, really hate the snow."

There's a fire going in the fireplace however and as soon as they sit down, Steve's pulling Tony into his lap so he can place his hands on his back, rubbing and kneading.

  "I know you do, but I love it," he laughs while the playboy sitting in between his legs murmurs in appreciation. "So what did you get me today?" "That's for me to know and you to find out!"

  "Unfair," Steve sighs, but he's got a huge smile on his face. And Tony lets it go, because he's too happy to argue - good natured or not. "You remember what tomorrow is, right?"

And when Tony pretends to think about it, Steve stops rubbing his back and sighs.

"Of course I do, darling," Tony laughs, and that's when his boyfriend wraps his arms around him. "I couldn't forget the day my life changed."

The soft tone in Tony's voice makes Steve press a kiss to his neck, and the shorter of the two men tilts his head just enough so he can connect their lips in a slow kiss. At Tony's request, all the lights in the living room are dimmed except the tree and the television, and he turns around on Steve's lap so he's got one leg on either side of him.

  "I love you, Tony," the soldier sighs, smiling against his lover's lips while they kiss. Tony's sliding his hands under Steve's far-too-tight flannel when he pauses to speak.

"I love you too Steve," he murmurs, parting so he can give his lover a smile. Because a lot of the time, people don't believe Tony Stark when he admits any feeling other than self-righteousness. But Steve Rogers has gotten past that little wall - not without work - but he knows it was worth it.

And that's when Steve slowly pushes Tony down onto the thick fur rug, settling in between his legs as they continue to kiss. They only part when they're getting dizzy from lack of air, while Tony's got his fingers occupied by unbuttoning his boyfriend's shirt. And when it's finally off, Steve tugs at the other's tie, crooked smile on his lips. 

"I was never good at putting ties on," he murmurs. "And I'm equally as awful at taking them off."

"I got it," Tony says, fiddling with the fabric and leaving his neck exposed so that Steve can lean down and press little kisses all the way up and down the stubble-covered skin. "I see what you did! You just wanted to get at - ah..." And he stops because Steve's got a hand in his hair and teeth are gently nipping at the skin directly behind his ear. Because it's common knowledge between them both that that's how you shut Tony Stark up. Soon, the billionaire's tie and shirt are gone as well and there's something very hard and very hot pressing against Steve's thigh.

  "Why do we wear clothes around the house? I mean really," Tony starts, "There's only the two of us and Jarvis here and Jarvis is an artificial intelligence so we should really just not wear clothes until we actually need to do something."

"Tony," Steve says softly, pressing his leg down and getting a lovely groan of appreciation in response. "You need to learn when to shut up."

"And you need to wear that apron for me." Is the retort he gets, while his partner grinds up slowly against him. All Steve can do is chuckle low in his throat while he slides his hand down Tony's bare skin to his dress pants. "And to get these poor pants off."

But before Steve can do just that, Tony's flipped them and has Steve pinned to the rug underneath him. His hands are on the waistband of his lover's jeans, unbuttoning and pulling at them.

"Up," he murmurs, and Steve complies by lifting his hips so that Tony can pull the offending piece of clothing off. Tony's pants come off quickly after, leaving them with only two sets of boxers between them - which the man on top gets rid of quickly. And after he grabs a bottle of lube from the coffee table drawer, he looks down at Steve.

"Is it my turn?" the soldier teases, the crooked smile back - which makes Tony's heart flutter even if he won't admit it. Once he gets confirmation, Tony's on his back on the floor and Steve's hovering above him, fingers slicked and gently probing at his boyfriend.

  "Damn, Steve," Tony gasps as a finger is slipped inside of him, making his back arch slightly off of the rug and a gasp to leave his lips. "Could you go any slower?" 

Steve simply presses another of his fingers inside of his boyfriend to shut him up. Their lips connect once more after that, kissing languidly while Steve opens him up. And surprisingly, the only noise in the room is the teleivision playing How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and the crackling of the fire. That is, until Tony flips them over again. 

"My turn," he says with a smile that would make the devil blush, slicking Steve up and running his hand up and down his erection before slowly descending onto it. Which makes him moan and grasp at his lover's chest. Until Steve draws him into another kiss, of course. 

Their pace starts slow - gentle, so Tony's moaning softly against his mouth and muttering his name when the part for air. But soon, as always, that just not enough for the playboy and he starts moving faster, up and down, sitting straight up so that Steve has to sit up to bury his face against his lover's neck. And that, well. That just makes Tony go a little crazy.

While Steve nips and sucks and wraps his hand around Tony's erection, the shorter of the two men is busy fucking himself until he's moaning his partner's name over and over again. 

"I love you Tony," Steve says, words soft and breathless. His arms are tight around Tony's back, holding their bodies flush together as they writhe and pant. 

"I love you too, Steve. Fucking," Tony gasps, his eyes closed and teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Love you. Like you don't even - you don't even know." It's not long before they both climax, gasping for breath and leaning against one another for support. And once they're cleaned up, they crawl onto the couch.

"Goodnight, Tony," Steve murmurs into his lover's ear as he wraps an arm around him from behind. However he can already hear soft snoring. 

Tony's woken up with a cup of coffee - two sugars and one creamer - and a very naked Captain America wearing only an apron. 

"See, you look lovely in just the apron," he says sleepily, accepting the coffee and grinning at his boyfriend. He's rewarded with a blush, a crooked smile, and a kiss, and he can't help the bemused grin as he sips on his drink. "Alright, alright. I'm up."

Sitting up slowly, Tony continues to sip at his coffee. He knows he should get dressed soon, because he has things to do but he just loves the sight of Steve in that damn apron and it makes him want to screw his brains out but not this early in the morning.

Steve perches himself next to him, drinking from his own mug and making life generally amazing for Tony. The fire is already crackling in the woodstove, and there's snow falling gently past the windows and basically Tony just really feels content. For once in his life, there's no paperwork, no Iron Man and Captain America, no Pepper or Fury or anything that would take him away from his happiness.

And blandly he realizes that he is happy. The thought kind of sends him reeling, because he's not used to it and he doesn't really realize when exactly his life changed or why he didn't notice his lifting mood. He wonders if maybe anyone else noticed before he did. After sending his thought process into space however, he rests his head on Steve's shoulder and sighs. "Gotta get dressed," he mumbles. "I have something for you." 

"Oh?" Steve replies, looking down at him and raising his eyebrows. "Well then, let's get a move on."

"Only if you wear that apron again sometime in the near future. Maybe Christmas Day? That would be a fantastic present." "We'll see."

"Tease," Tony says finally, shooting a smile at his lover. However they both rise once he finishes off his coffee, and walk their way into the bedroom to dress. Two oral incidents and a wardrobe malfunction later, Tony's leading them down into the depths of his workshop, smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole way while Steve silently wonders what Tony was about to get them into. His thoughts are derailed when they walk into the Garage and Tony walks over to a new Audi sitting in the dead center of the room. The license plate reads STARK11 and that's basically what makes Steve realize that it's for him. And while his boyfriend walks right over to the vehicle and leans against the side, he kind of stops dead in his tracks and just stares.

"Happy Anniversary, Steve," Tony murmurs, that small smile reserved only for Steve on his face. 

"Tony, I... You didn't have to -"

"It's a nonissue, darling. Really. You want to take it for a drive?"

"This is way, way too much, Anthony," Steve starts, and he can see the pout already forming on Tony's lips. "Plus it's snowing, and I'm pretty sure that thing doesn't have four wheel drive. Sorry, sweetheart."

"Well... We can at least break it in? I think there's enough room for me to get on your lap in -"

But he's cut off by Steve, who's walked over and crushed their lips together. "Happy Anniversary, Tony."

A Birtday Party With Tony Stark

Words: 804

Warnings: none at all ☺

SUMMARY: Tony is asked to make an appearance as Iron Man for Steve’s son’s b-day party. He shows up and surprises everyone.

Author: Killer raccoon

Steve asked Tony to make an appearance as Iron Man at his son’s birthday party, he planned it perfectly so that he knew Pepper would be around when he asked. He’d noticed that Tony had a more difficult time turning down personal requests when Pepper was around. First- because Tony always wanted to impress her. And second- because if Tony did decline, Steve knew that Pepper had grown very good at the art of persuasion and would find a way to convince him. Tony would sometimes decline attending things he didn’t even mind doing, just to see if he could barter with Pepper for some kind of extra reward or incentive. But Pepper was on to his tricks by now. So of course even though Tony was reluctant, making a string of his usual excuses, Pepper was able to get Tony to give in.

Tony arrived at the birthday party, on time, escorted by Pepper.

The house was decked out with every possible Iron Man decoration under the sun. Steve just rolled his eyes, like Tony needed any sort of ego boost, now his face was plastered everywhere with kids practically worshipping at his feet. But much to both Pepper and Steve’s surprise, Tony had altered his suit for the occasion to perform functions and tricks that were safe for kids, and that entertained them for almost two hours. It made Pepper smile to know that Tony had put in the extra effort for these kids, even without her pressuring him to do so. It was his own choice.

After two hours of entertainment, Tony was pretty exhausted. Entertaining kids really took it out of him, plus he still wasn’t sleeping completely. Pepper finally stepped in to relieve Iron Man of his performing duties and Tony graciously accepted her help calming down the kids who couldn’t get enough of him.

When the crowd of kids dispersed for Iron Man red velvet cake, Tony took off his suit and took a seat at a nearby table. Pepper volunteered to retrieve a piece of cake for him while he waited. It was then that Tony spotted a distressed little boy crying in the back of the yard. He looked around for some kind of adult or parent to tend to him but no one seemed to see him from where he sat in the yard. A little time passed and Tony was starting to get anxious that the boy was still unattended to. So he got up and went over to the crying child, trying to comfort him while being completely uncomfortable himself. Through choked back sobs the boy confessed that he had arrived late to the party and missed out on seeing iron man, not recognizing Tony without the suit. Tony was relieved, now this was something he could actually help the small child with.

He went and got the suit and gave the boy a private show, demonstrating the water guns he’d installed in place of the repulsor beams just for the occasion, among other silly alterations he had made. The boy began to laugh and squeal with delight. Pepper watched Tony from across the yard in awe.

The little boy beamed up at Tony and thanked him, saying he was the luckiest boy in the world because he got to hang out with Iron Man. Tony took his helmet and handed it to him, telling the boy he could keep it if he didn’t tell any of the other kids. The boy threw his arms around Tony from his sitting position and pulled Tony down into a hug, thanking him profusely and calling him his best friend. Tony tousled his hair in return and said “you bet!” then encouraged the boy to join the rest of the kids.

Pepper watched as Tony sat in the grass, starting at where the boy had sat, with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over and brought him is cake and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m proud of sou, mrs Iron Man” she said.

They rode home in silence, Pepper gripping Tony’s hand tightly between them.

They got ready for bed separately and climbed in together. There was this pang in Pepper’s heart, playing out the whole scene she had witnessed in her head, over and over again. Tony looked so happy with that little boy. He had made that boy so happy.

They lay there in the semi-dark silence, until “I think we should have a baby!” they both blurted out at the same time.

Both of their faces lit up at the other’s confession, there was sincerity and hope in their eyes. They had a lot to talk about but they wasted no time sharing a sweet kiss, stripping each other, and practicing their baby-making skills that same night.