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Steve: I'm a very private person, you need to really know me before I actually open up.

Tony: I'M HORNY AND SUICIDAL

Imagine: Steve Rogers finally tells Tony about his feelings toward him

“…so, yea, Steve. I’m fucking serious” Tony was leaning his forearm against a large window, in his office, at one of the highest floors of S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

Steve was still walking around the room, looking for any clues or ideas to end a conflict between him and Mr Stark. Again, they were arguing about Sokovia Protocol. “You know my statement in the case” Steve finally shrugged, taking a seat on a leather couch and crossing his legs nicely. “I won’t change my mind. You know that Avengers are yet devided by this” his voice sounded more firmly than he was planning to.

Tony growled, turning around to face Steve. “Liar!” he snorted. “We’re not divided by THIS. We’re divided only by YOUR sick visions, Rogers” Tony briefly ran his fingers through his black hair. “If you wouldn’t start to give them arguments to not do it, all of them would sign it a long time ago!” Steve only rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling. “Shame on you, Stark. Your fucking decision about even give it a chance! It changed everything. If you wouldn’t promise government that you’ll take a look at that, everything will be as it was” Steve slowly was getting frustrated. He was still trying to explain his point of view, but Tony seemed to screw it all.

Stark sighed, clinching hands in fists as he turned with his back to Steve once again that day. “You think you’re a Mr know-it-all, don’t you, Steve?” the simple question hung between two men like a sharp knife. Rogers stayed silent, however deep inside in his soul he was fighting with himself. He just wanted to get up, walk to Tony and just punch him straight in the face. But…

It was impossible to him to do it. Because he felt something to that guy. He didn’t want to admit it even in front of himself, but it was a true. He fell for Tony long time ago. When there was good. Notwithstanding, he never found a courage to tell his friend about that feeling…

Suddenly something, a little cheeky voice, which was coming from back of Steve’s head, said: “Do it now or you’ll lose him, you fucking coward!”

Steve cleared his throat and still trying to stay calm, he got up and walked to Tony. He placed his large palm at Stark’s shoulder before he spoke. “Okay. You won. Maybe it’s exactly like you said it. But, please..” Steve’s voice got weaker immediately when Tony turned his face to him. Only one look into those beautiful hazel eyes of Tony made Captain vulnerable.

The awkward silence prevailing between them has been interrupted by Stark’s strong voice. “Finally, Steve. What happend, that you finally understood it?”

But Steve wasn’t definelty listening to Tony’s words. He found a courage to take Tony’s face in his palms, to pull black-haired man closer and finally to kiss his friend.

Steve felt that Stark was more than surprised by that action, Tony’s muscles stiffened in a second. But he didn’t push Steve away. No. He did it not.

After a few seconds Stark broke the kiss to look deeply into Rogers’ blue eyes. “Fuck, Steve… what the fuck..” Captain let out a quiet whimper. “I had to. I just.. I can’t explain that. It just happend. I think I fell for you. Months ago. Just… I just couldn’t tell you earlier.”

Steve was the most scared of a rejection. But at the moment blonde man was happy that finally he managed to tell Tony the truth about hia feelings.

Stark cleared his throat and with pale face took a little step back. “Steve.. for fuck’s sake.. what I’m supposed to do now.. what are you expecting from me? It’s… I need time to think of it..” Captain’s eyes sparkled with kind of a hope. “Just promise me… that even if… if you won’t feel the same.. that we’ll stay friends. I just can’t think of a day when you’ll go away..” Steve’s voice shivered a bit as he was speaking. Tony rubbed his chin, nodding slowly. “Okay. That I can guarantee you for sure.”

Steve smiled gently, then he quickly left Stark’s office, leaving Tony with an vortex of a thoughts.

Author: Ailo

Gif: X

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."

Little letters

WORD COUNT: 1680

SUMMARY: Some letters Tony and Steve exchanged between each other.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

Capcicle:

This phone is embarrassing. I’m embarrassed to have it anywhere near my person. Pretty sure you must have recovered it from an archeological dig of a Neanderthal cave. Which would be fitting for you, them being your people and all. Still pissed by the way, haven’t reached that ‘understanding’ yet.

Unsincerely,

T.S.

 Dear Tony,

I know. Both about the phone and the understanding. I must admit that I did get slightly amused imagining your reaction to it. The phone that is, not the other thing. I think it portent that older phones don’t have tracking chips in them, and they aren’t being monitored by the NSA. Kind of thinking that says something about modern society and not really in a good way. Trading privacy for security. It’s devastating. As for the other thing… I know you're upset. You have reason to be. I get that, I do. I should have told you about your parents. I wish I could go back in time and do things different. But I can’t. So the only thing I can do is to repeat that I am sorry.

As for the ever so subtle dig, how did the party-line go? Fire bad, tree pretty? Or, you know, ooga-booga. Or whatever it is that Neanderthals like me say.

Yours most sincerely,

Steve

 Spangles,

I have been ‘tracking’ you since they found you on the ice. Trust me sweetums, the NSA is the least of your worries. Also, did you just crack a joke at me? And used pop culture at that? I am shocked. Shocked I tell you! Kindly cease destroying my world view, I’m too busy being livid at you to be amused (at how bad you are at it). Thank you.

Also, why? And don’t give me that ‘protecting me, protecting you’ bullshit. Details. All of it.

T.S.

P.S. Paper letters are so undignified.

Dear Tony,

Not sure how to react to the tracking thing or how to take it. In a weird way it’s good to know? I don’t know. When I first came off the ice I would have done anything to get back in it. The grief of losing Bucky was still fresh, and on top of that everyone I had ever known was either dead or only experienced occasional moments of lucidity, like Peggy. I didn’t recognize anyone, or anything and when I went down, I was a soldier. I slept on the ground, for the most part. The Commandos and I used to take shifts so no one would creep up on us in the middle of the night and capture or kill us. I still heard the ring of gunfire and bombs going off in my head. To go from that back to civilian life and not just civilian life but civilian life in a completely unrecognizable world… I wasn’t in a good place.

I sat outside your tower once, at a little cafe near the tower, hoping to get a glimpse of you. I don’t know what I would have said or done if that had happened. But SHIELD gave me a file on you and I knew that you were Iron Man, so I thought maybe if anyone would understand what it was like to wake-up in this strange world that sort of turned you into this impossible legend while you slept it would be you, being a legend yourself. There are days when I still wonder how the Captain America thing became so rampart. Trading cards?! But after we met I didn’t think you liked me much, so it’s strangely touching to hear that you tracked me, as messed up as that probably sounds. I mean, I know that our first meeting was under the worst possible conditions. We were stressed, I was so lost, and we had Loki’s scepter bringing out the absolute worst in both of us, but I always got the feeling that I annoyed you a bit.That my old fashioned ways, my ethics, my confusion... I just always felt that it kind of rubbed you the wrong way, even after we became friends and teammates.

At least I know why now. Howard. Would you believe me if I told that I was surprised to find out that Howard spoke so fondly of me to you? Don’t get me wrong, I admired Howard a lot. He was brilliant, he was funny and very charming. Not nearly as charming as you, of course, but he did have it. And I will always be forever grateful for what he did for me, flying me into enemy territory so that I could save the 107th. Without Howard there would be no Howling Commandos. But the truth of the matter is that while Howard was generous and brilliant, he sort of talked to me like I was a kid, you know? He didn’t act like he was all that impressed by me the entire time we knew each other.

I regret how he died. And your mother. I do grieve for them and for what happened. You want answers and I’ll try my best to give them to you but in all honesty I’m not sure I understand it entirely myself. First and foremost I feared for Bucky. You have to understand, Bucky and my Mom were all I had as a kid. I was sick, and weak, and picked on like you wouldn’t believe. Bucky always stood up for me, protected me. Without him my childhood would have been a completely different story and I probably wouldn’t have made it out of it. And when my mom died he was there for me again. I actually crashed on his couch for months afterwards. No one knew Bucky like I did, and no one left alive but me had seen him at his best, so full of life.

He is a good man, he didn’t deserve what happened to him. And it’s my fault - what happened to Bucky - it was all my fault. I recruited him into the Howling Commandos even though he could have left the army. He had been captured and tortured by Zola, the army was ready to release him. But he followed me back into war because I asked. He was so loyal. So honorable. Maybe too loyal and honorable. I was concerned that because there was no one but me left who had known Bucky pre-Hydra programming, that no one but me would believe him redeemable. And so I wanted to protect him and I thought that if I told you about your parents that you would be just one more person gunning for him. I mean, even Sam had his doubts that Bucky was still Bucky deep down and Sam is a former soldier, a VA counselor and a good friend. If Sam didn’t fully believe Bucky could be reached, what hope did I have that you would?

Still though, I realize that whether you would have reacted poorly or not, and whether you would have become just one more person I’d have to race to get to Bucky first, I shouldn’t have kept Hydra’s involvement in your parent's’ death from you. You had a right to know, a right that didn’t supercede my drive to save my best friend, and I was wrong to keep it from you.

This letter is long. Longer than I intended. But you asked for answers and I hope I gave them to you.

Sincerely,

Steve

 P.S. I don’t know, call me old-fashioned (you do anyway) but I like paper letters. They just seem more… personable. Besides not only are email accounts trackable, but they’re also annoying. No matter how many firewalls you put on my accounts, I’m still getting emails from some guy in Nigeria who is most eager to inform me that I’ve magically inherited millions of dollars.

 Stars and Stripes,

Of course I am more charming than my father.

Tony

 Dear Tony,

Not that I’m complaining here, it’s always great to hear from you and I know I have no right to ask... but is that really all you took from my last letter? It’s just you didn’t insult me, my parentage, or my honor at all in in your response, so I’m concerned.

Love,

Steve

 Cap,

I am processing. I need time. I’ll be in touch.

Tony

 Steve,

Okay, so I’ve processed. Sort of. It’s ongoing. James Buchanan Barnes has been cleared of the U.N. bombing in Vienna. Officially. As such you, Wilson  and the others have also been cleared of the aiding and abetting charge, and a financial donation from yours truly went a long way in clearing up the property damage charges. I know Barnes is in cryo in Wakanda, I may be able to help with the de-programming.

Meanwhile I need you to get your (admittedly fine) ass home. Bring your big boy pants, you and I are going to have a very long conversation. We’re going to put it all on the table.

Love,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m on my way (and by the time you receive this I’ll probably already be there).

Love,

Steve

 Dearest Steven,

Well that conversation, after hours of deliberation, ended rather smashingly, I thought. And by smash I mean that I was quite impressed that you managed to break a solid oak, steel bar reinforced desk while I fucked you on it following said conversation. The Hulk himself couldn’t have done better. Good job. I told you we would put it all on the table. No worries, I’ll buy sturdier for next time.

Love Always,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m looking forward to it. Now can you come to bed? I want to snuggle.

With love,

Steve

 P.S. In my day we built furniture that lasts (while we walked uphill to school both ways)… Couldn’t resist. Oh come on, it was right there!

 P.S.S. You’re sending texts in letter form now. Admit it, you liked the letters.

 Steve, dearest,

The sarcasm. I’m almost proud. Almost. And I admit nothing. Love, He who is heading to you right now...