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The Kiss

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by Syan

After going on a solo Avengers mission that nearly ended with him being mortally injured, Steve comes to some realizations on the ride back to the Avengers Tower. He has to finally admit something and he’s on an entirely different kind of mission to do so.

Words: 1439, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Fluff, Surprise Kissing, First Kiss, Getting Together, Requited Unrequited Love, Steve Rogers knows what he wants, Idiots in Love, Drabble

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(sort of) Six Sentence Sunday

Saw a post on my dash and figured ‘why not?’. This is a few more than six sentences. But is a tiny chunk of a gift fic/drabble WIP for my girlfriend that I’m wringing my hands over finishing and people liking;

In comparison, Tony was… Steve felt like his breath was taken away in the pale golden light of the cabin’s small living area. Beneath the overhead lamp’s glow, Tony was radiant. Well, he was always radiant, but the light didn’t do him any disservice. It wasn’t as if he was any better than Steve, either. His clothes were heavy with rainwater as well, his hair mostly flattened with the weight of it. But, god… Cheeks flushed a pretty, dusky pink against his olive complexion, lips parted slightly, and teeth chattering. Goose flesh had sprung up, trailing up his arms and just under the opening of the heathered, red henley he wore; just below his collar bones. He was shivering, trembling, and yet looked so delighted and amused. As if he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

Last line tag game!

Rules: post the last line you wrote then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

(thanks for the tag @crownofstardustandbone ♥)

Well I’ve been picking at that fic I shared a few lines of just a bit ago so... C’: Another snip from the stony WIP;

But, there was just something about these little smiles, where the corners of his lips barely lifted, like he was sharing something special with him.

Not sure if I have anyone left to tag let’s see, ignore this if you don’t write;

@hogwartstoalexandria @firebrands @deathsweetqueen @en-perpetua @bourneblack @the-casual-cheesecake @jehbeeeh @xria-rose @onlymorelove @serinah80

I know I'm primarily a visual artist, or rather, mostly I draw. But, I have to say I'm really enjoying writing the one-shot I'm currently obsessed with. Despite the stupid premise, it's so much fun to just sit down for a few hours and write.

I keep really wanting to share it with everyone too. But it's maybe only halfway finished (if that, it keeps expanding further than I thought and scenes have appeared that I wasn't expecting). Regardless, I'm hoping it'll be done by this weekend and then I can edit it, get someone to quickly look it over maybe, and then post it.

It's cute, it's silly, and it's going to be spicy~ 🤭🤭🤭

Calling His Bluff

Summary: Over dinner, Steve says he doesn't have sex on the first date. But one hot and steamy makeout session on the way home and a single proposition later and Tony feels like he needs to say something.

Cross post from Ao3 for the @stevetonygames Bingo - Team Fuck 🍑🍆 - Prompt; First Date (Square B4)

"Y'know…" Tony started conversationally, holding his legs against his chest as he watched Steve shuck off his underwear in front of him.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, not looking at him as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and started slicking himself up with what could only be described as impatient gusto.

"I thought you said you don't fuck on the first date."

That earned Tony a look, Steve's brows lowered and his lips drew thin. He didn't frown exactly, but he looked less than impressed. Tony wondered if it was because of his word choice or the topic in general. Thankfully he wasn't left wondering long.

"I said I don't put out on the first date." Steve clarified, returning his attention to the bottle of lube, though now he was squeezing some onto his fingers.

"Eh, same difference. But, yeah, so? What made you change your mind?"

"You're different, Tony."

"How so?"

"... Honestly. You want to talk about this right now? When your ass is spread, everything is on display, and my dick is covered in lube? Really?"

"Yeah wh—holy shit—why not?"

He had to give Steve props for catching him off-guard, lube-slicked fingers swirling around his hole and then pressing inside of him with no preamble. Unconsciously he clamped down on the digits. Steve leaned down over him, his free hand near his head, sinking into the plush duvet Tony was laying back on. For what seemed like forever Steve said nothing, simply working Tony's hole open with an unwavering sort of attention.

"It's always been different with you, Tony. Doesn't help that I've been wanting to do this for… God, too long."

There was a reply hovering on the tip of his tongue and he had every intention of voicing it until Steve was pressing his fingers even further in and brushing over his prostate. Instead of any coherent string of words, the super soldier was rewarded with a surprised moan. Steve didn't disappoint, bearing down on that spot with such tenacity that it had Tony nearly writhing, his cock leaking, dribbling down his belly. But, just as it was getting really good… He stopped, pulling his fingers free moments later leaving him feeling distinctly empty. And frustrated.

"Asshole," Tony grumbled, which to Steve's credit garnered a shamed, if amused, look.

"Sorry… I just… You're not a super soldier, don't have my refractory period and I really wanna—"

"Fuck me."

"I… I mean technically yes, but I'd prefer calling it 'making love’ right now." Steve's nose wrinkled up slightly at the word usage this time, and Tony couldn't help but laugh despite his position and the burning need in his belly.

"Now who's talking too much? It's alright big guy, I get it. I've felt the same for a long time too. I'm saying; fuck me."

"I— Oh."

It didn't take much more encouragement after that, just a bit of being moved around, some lining up and then Steve was pushing inside of him with mostly relative ease. And—oh—wow he was big, really really big. Even with the ease he was sliding inside with, Tony felt practically stretched to his limit. He'd known Steve was large and girthy, it'd been standing there rigid and heavy not some seconds ago. But, fuck. As Steve bottomed out a low moan was punched out of Tony, his head thumping back onto the plush bedding as he relished in the feeling of being so full. It was almost tempting to have Steve not move at all, to stay like that, to keep him feeling stretched out and full and so damn good.

Until he started to move of course, then that was far superior to staying still. It didn't take long for Steve to bring the pace up to something that almost felt break-neck, each thrust fast yet deep, and given his girth each movement in and out was stroking him in just the right spots. Tony's toes curled, moan after shaking moan escaping his slackened mouth. That seemed to goad Steve on, a pretty, dark flush starting to bloom over his cheeks, extending all the way to the tips of his ears.

There was no intentional chase to orgasm, no building pressure like a coil in his belly that he had a moment to acknowledge. One moment Steve was pounding into him with all the single-minded enthusiasm in the world, and Tony’s cock was oozing precum, twitching now and then against his belly. The next—his cock throbbed, then pulsed and he was spilling over his belly, some hitting his chest. And, Steve… Steve didn’t stop.

At the mercy of the super soldier over him, Tony babbled something that he wasn’t entirely certain was any form of human language, writhed, and then—christ—he was cumming again, a strangled cry breaking free as his legs started to tremble. That seemed to be Steve’s breaking point, leaning in to crash their lips together as he rutted into him in earnest. Tony was quite happy to have Steve’s tongue in his mouth, to swallow each of his cries as his hips mostly stilled, only twitching as he filled Tony all the way up. Even when it was over, they continued to kiss for long minutes, like their lives depended on it. Like they hadn’t had one hell of a make-out session on the way to the penthouse maybe an hour earlier.

Eventually, Steve pulled away from the kiss, his full lips looking kiss bruised and wet, and then he was nuzzling under Tony’s chin, drawing a pleased hum in return. Letting go of his legs finally Tony groaned as they lowered to either side of Steve’s waist, he brought his arms up to hold those broad shoulders and to tangle a hand in damp blonde hair. That action garnered a happy mumble, only encouraging him to scratch lightly at Steve’s scalp. After a few minutes of that, he was lifting Tony up, repositioning them further up on the plush bed, and then settling back down on top of him.

“I don’t think it counts.” Steve finally said, turning his head so that he could be understood, though he vehemently refused to remove it from its position under Tony’s chin.

“What…?” Tony intoned in confusion, brow knitting and fingers stopping the mindless toying with Steve’s hair.

“Putting out on the first date. I don’t think it counts, because I’m pretty sure this wasn’t our first.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, shawarma aside—”

“That doesn’t count, that was with the whole team.”

“Okay, fine, but that aside, one could argue that we’ve been on a good dozen ‘dates’ before this. They kinda were, just without the… feeling me up in the back of your car.”

“Huh… Fair point.”

“So, I told the truth. I don’t give it up on the first date.”

Shaking his head, Tony couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at that statement. After a moment, Steve joined in too and for a while, they were a tangle of limbs and amused chuckles.

Finding out Steve’s an omega? 👀

So! I actually posted a snippet (or really what little I have written for this one thus far) before for another ask game, but I'm going to add what there is here and then explain a little bit what I'm thinking/have planned ♡

"Fuck!"

It's not an uncommon expletive to come over the comms system in the middle of a fight. Most especially when they are facing down whatever the 'big baddie' of the week has felt the need to throw at them this time. Sometimes it's something life-threatening, sometimes it's something just plain irritating. But, regardless, 'fuck' isn't an uncommon word to be thrown around in their rag-tag group of superheroes.

Except when it's coming from Steve.

As it turns out, Mr. Star Spangled and handsome isn't half as prim and proper as Tony had initially assumed, and some series of expletives leave his mouth with a relative regularity. But the 'F-bomb'? It's so rare that it catches Tony's attention and gives him pause.

"Everything okay over there, Cap?" he asks, hovering high in the air, trying to pinpoint his location.

There's silence for a lot longer than he likes, and he's just about to repeat his question while doubling his efforts when Steve's voice comes through, voice thick and strained.

"Not exactly."

Basically this is an unfinished fill that I'd started for this year's SteveTony games. It was going to fill the prompt 'truth'. But the idea is that they are fighting something very irritating the 'villain of the week' has sent out and much to Steve's dismay, they have just chewed up half of the top of his uniform. (literally) The fact that Steve is an Omega has been pretty well hidden at this point as there's blockers built into the suit. But the blockers do nothing when they just got eaten by the feisty little creatures they are fighting lol

There's some protective Alpha Tony and some other things 🤭😏 to follow, eventually~

omg WHAT is accidental baby acquisition??

Hahaha, that is a prompt fill I've started for round 2 of the Stony bingo! It's literally the name of the prompt square. I'll give you the whole beginning section for a taste. 🥰

"Wait… hold up. What the hell is that and where did you get it from?"

Steve turned his attention away from the bundle in his arms—held into the crook of his elbow and mostly hidden behind his shield—continuing to let the small babe gum futility at one of his fingers. It was a valid question, he supposed, but he still couldn't help but raise a brow at his teammate. Sure, the baby in his arms was a fascinating shade of dark blue, clearly not completely human—if it was human at all, but it was still a baby.

"I heard muffled crying after the fight, searched through the rubble, and there was this little guy."

"... And you picked it up." Tony's voice was flat, an unimpressed monotone, as his nose wrinkled slightly.

"It's a baby, Tony."

"It's blue, Steven."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Steve rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the baby as it gurgled up at him. Grinning, he lightly touched the babe's nose, feeling his smile grow as the action garnered a surprised, scrunched expression followed by a giggle. To his right he heard Tony make a disgruntled noise before finally marching off toward the rest of the team.

"Don't mind him, little guy, I bet he thinks you're cute as a button, he just doesn't want to admit it."