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[oluka]

Earth's Mightiest Heroes, season 1 episode 9, all the Steve and Tony scenes.

A fill for the @stevetonygames.

#stevetonygames #steve rogers #tony stark #Earth's Mightiest Heroes #EMH #fanvid #shoutout to in-a-cave-with for the episode files

[festiveferret]

#stevetonygames #team fuck #pantone color challenge #please #stony #ferret does edits

[stevetonygames]

SteveTony Games 2023

The SteveTony Games are back for another year with a brand new theme:

Let’s do the Time Warp - Past, Present, Future

From July 8th to August 5th you can once again compete with your fellow SteveTony fans for points and glory by creating fanworks. You can check out this year's rules and full schedule here. There are small changes to last year, so be sure to read them if you’re a returning player as well. We’ll see in you in the SteveTony Games discord server!

#stevetony #stevetonygames #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #iron man #captain america #marvel event #fandom event

[stark---contrast]

Come What May

@stevetonygames fill for team Future | Square "Laughing" | For @amysnotdeadyet Rated G | 1.2k words | ao3 link

"I never thought I'd be here," Steve confessed. "As a scrawny, sickly kid, nobody would even look at me twice—and that's if a flu didn't wipe me out before I even had the chance to go on a date at all."

That earned some murmurs of sympathy from the small crowd gathered: familiar faces of friends and colleagues Steve had met in the years after the ice.

Steve cleared his throat and looked down at the card in his hands, with words written in a cursive that hadn't been taught in schools in decades. He’d memorized the contents days ago, but he needed something to do with his hands or he'd end up either standing at parade rest or reaching for a shield that wasn't there.

"The war took a lot from me,” Steve continued. “Even if Rebirth gave me the ability to do what I’d always wanted to, it also made me into something different. Because of the serum, I lost my old life and all my friends—or at least I thought I did."

Steve glanced over his shoulder and Bucky gave a small smirk in encouragement: having Steve's back, like he'd always done.

"I woke up in a place where I had nothing but powers that weren't mine to begin with, thinking I'd missed my chance at a normal life and that being Cap had cost me my humanity," Steve said. Then he smiled, finally looking up to meet the eyes of the man in front of him. “But you've always reminded me of who I really am."

Tony was listening curiously and giving Steve all the time he needed to say his piece, even if he'd teased Steve with 'Jesus, how many cards do you have? I'm blaming you if the guests start snoring' the day before. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that he'd had custom-made, the cut matching Steve's suit and their vests and pocket squares color-coded to create one cohesive unit instead of two separate outfits.

Steve appreciated the symbolism in that.

"Ever since I met you, I've never been just Captain America to you,” Steve told Tony. “Whenever we talked or fought together or, hell, even when we argued—especially when we argued—I was allowed to just be Steve. Even if I didn't get your references, even if I was too stubborn to see things your way, you saw past the shield and treated me like an equal. I’m just a kid from Brooklyn and you're a genius, but you still let me lead the team and came to me for advice even when we didn't get along. Well, a murderbot or two notwithstanding."

Steve smiled and Tony mirrored the action, the corners of his eyes crinkling with lines and wrinkles that had become more pronounced for each year that passed.

"You always said I was too good for a world like this. But coming from one of the most compassionate, generous souls I've ever met, that’s the biggest compliment I could ask for," Steve said. "You're my hero, Tony Stark, and there's no greater honor I can think of than getting to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tony cleared his throat and averted his eyes. "Well, if I didn’t possess even less emotional range than Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, you can be assured I'd be bawling my eyes out right about now."

The crowd chuckled and Steve could see Nat roll her eyes in the front row.

"I've got my own vows right here, but…" Tony frowned at the cards in his hands. "You know what!" He tossed the cards over his shoulder in a dramatic flourish. "I've always been much better at speeches when I'm improvising. Right, Rhodey-bear?"

Tony glanced at Rhodes by his side, who was looking more like an exasperated parent instead of a best man.

“Twenty years and you still won’t read the goddamn cards,” Rhodes deadpanned, yet didn’t look the least bit surprised.

“I'm living in the moment!" Tony protested.

Steve could distinctly make out strawberry blonde hair in the front row being buried between well-manicured fingers as Pepper, their self-appointed wedding planner, had yet another Tony-related silent meltdown.

Steve would probably end up giving her half of their wedding presents out of guilt. Organizing a superhero wedding was no small feat.

"Anyway, what I wanted to say was…" Tony turned back to face Steve. "That I wake up every day knowing I don't deserve you."

Steve's stomach dropped. "Tony—"

"But!" Tony held up his finger. "You've somehow managed to convince me that maybe, just maybe, I can occasionally be wrong about things."

Someone—who Steve was pretty sure was Clint—gasped theatrically and Tony quickly gestured to the guests. "Now don't get any ideas! I'm still a genius, and everything I've been wrong about is strictly Steve-related."

Steve huffed a quiet chuckle. Tony turned back to face him, a somewhat manic smile on his face as he kept talking.

"From things like 'he doesn't want me on the team', 'he hates the mod I made to his suit', 'he's a self-righteous asshole'...Okay, that one's partly true—"

Bucky snorted behind Steve and Steve shot a betrayed look his way, though wasn't able to hide his own smile.

"—To things like 'he's not into men', 'okay he is but he'd never want me', 'he says he's serious about us but I give it two months, tops', and…"

Tony paused, then looked at Steve: really looked at him, as if he couldn't quite believe that Steve was actually here.

"...And most recently, 'he'd never marry someone like me'," Tony said.

Steve's expression softened, as did Tony's smile and, God, Steve really couldn't think of anything better than getting to be with him for the rest of their lives.

"...We are getting married, right?" Tony gave a lopsided grin. "Because otherwise, uh, awkward," he stage-whispered to Rhodes.

Rhodes sighed. "Barnes, get the rings before he jet repulsors out of here."

As Bucky scrambled for the rings with a muttered curse, Steve couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Even in the middle of their carefully planned wedding ceremony—they'd really hear it from Pepper later—Tony had the ability to change the atmosphere into something much more relaxed with just a few words.

It was one of the first quirks that had gone from 'annoying' to 'endearing' the more Steve got to know him.

The glint of the rings drew Steve back to the present. He accepted the tiny box of satin carrying red and blue and gold from a metal hand and exchanged smiles with Bucky.

Tony's attention was back on Steve and he peered curiously at the rings, like he wasn’t the one who had been poring hours and hours in his workshop into them, all the while teaching smithing to a clueless Steve.

The officiant—who thankfully didn't seem to mind the vows getting derailed—cleared her throat and proceeded with the ceremony.

It wasn't long before Steve had a perfect ring on his finger and was slipping a slightly more clumsily-made one onto Tony's. Tony smiled brighter than the sun and Steve's vision blurred from tears, his cheeks aching from smiling so much.

Once they were declared husband and husband, Tony didn't bother waiting for permission before stepping close to Steve and leaning up for a kiss.

And as their friends cheered and Tony's grinning mouth was meeting Steve's in an eager kiss, Steve couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be than right here:

Surrounded by laughter and their friends, kissing the man he loved who he now had the privilege of calling his husband.

#stony #stevetony #stony fic #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #starkfic #stevetonygames #fic #mcu

[starvels]

it all began with a burst by starvels

Steve/Tony. 1k, G, 1872 Comics. Space Western AU. Team-centric. In Medias Res. Immortal found family. Established relationship.

The crew of Timely has been together a long time, but Tony’s been saying for a long time that their ship's warp drive is about to leave their happy family to hit the cosmic dust. A few million parsecs outside of the Victor galaxy, he’s right.

for team future in the 2023 @stevetonygames . week 1: wheel of universes challenge + warp bingo square.

#stevetony #1872 #au #my fic #stevetonygames

[massivespacewren]

A fill for the @stevetonygames, for the square “Proposal” for team “kill”! I tried the style of lassoing an area and filling it instead of my usual sketching-lineart-coloring stuff. This is harder than I thought oooof! Steve’s coffin is about to be submerged but Tony has a last thing to show him.

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #stevetonygames #stevetonygames2022 #fanart #civil war #marvel 616 #temporary character death

[herogers]

No more tears

Stevetonygames 2023 fill for Team Present | Square: Tears | 1194w | fluff stuff

this was meant to be much shorter but a girl got carried away ok enjoy

The pale morning light has filled the room by the time Tony groggily searches for his partner’s body in their bed. An annoyed groan slips out of his mouth as he finds the side of the bed empty, he begrudgingly opens his eyes confirming his solitude in their room. It wasn’t abnormal for him to wake up alone, Steve would often wake up before him to go for his run and usually would come back to stroke his hair until he woke up, or better yet bring up a coffee (and the smell alone would be enough for Tony to fade from his slumber). As annoyed as a sleepy Tony could be, he doesn't think much of it and throws on a soft sweater as he leaves towards the kitchen.

Guess I’ll make my own coffee then.

Tony’s surprised to see Steve sitting at the island, and even more surprised to see him tense up as he hears him enter the room. 

“So, here my boyfriend has come to abandon me, leaving me cold and decaffeinated.” he teases dramatically, heading towards the coffee pot to turn it on.

Steve chuckles lightly instantly causing Tony to frown. He hears the rasp and notices the small sniffle, and definitely doesn’t recognise it as Steve’s normal laugh, not even close.

“Hey,” he starts, pulling on his shoulder to get a look at the blond. His heart drops at the sight of red rimmed glossy blue eyes. 

Please God, tell me the serum doesn’t work for hayfever he thinks to himself, Steve crying is rare, even when the man hurts he is stubborn to keep himself ‘strong’ and ultimately tearless. 

“Hey, what the hell, what’s wrong?” Tony swivels Steve’s chair so the man is fully facing him. 

Steve blinks, looking down at the phone clutched in his hand causing the wetness of his eyes to spill over onto his cheeks, he lets out another weak laugh, muffled by the lump in his throat. 

This is no laughing matter, Rogers.

“It’s nothing,” he starts, looking up at Tony with a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I-”

“Is someone bothering you?” he interrupts, snatching the phone from his hand quickly scanning it.

“Tony, nothing’s happened-”

“What is this?” he asks, brows furrowed with worry. These are texts that appear to be addressed to Tony, though he doesn't remember receiving them. He looks up from the phone at Steve.

He takes his hand and squeezes it to give his boyfriend some comfort as he awaits an answer. God, it kills Tony to see him like this.

“I was clearing the phone and found texts I wrote for you but never sent.” he finally confesses and looks down, tears slipping around his forced smile. Tony recognises it as the one he forces through pain. “You know, when..”

“Yeah..” Tony whispers, giving the text another glance before swallowing the lump in his throat. He puts the phone down on the counter and places his free hand on Steve’s cheek, he wipes away the running tear though it only seems to spread over, leaving his cheek dampened. 

Steve leans into his touch with a gentle sigh. “I wanted to reach out, you know..” he murmurs, closing his eyes as if he’s hoping the tears will get the message to stay in. “The timing never felt right, it never felt appropriate.. I didn’t wanna hurt you.” He clenches his jaw, pausing for just a moment. “I missed you so much.”

Tony damn near feels winded by the shakiness of Steve’s voice. “Oh, honey,” he moves to sit on his lap, placing both hands on his face. Steve just wraps his arms around him for security.

“Hey, look at me.” he whispers gently, his thumbs placed on his cheeks, ready to catch and wipe away any tears that have been brewing up behind those blond eyelashes. 

“I know I should’ve reached out,” he whispers, still not opening his eyes.

“Steve,”

“I was too scared to send those messages-”

“Look at me.” He nearly demands of him, keeping the softness in his voice.

Steve does, and as predicted the shaky pools in his eyes overflow on to his thumbs. The light peaking through the kitchen blinds cast over his face, his eyes bright and face shiny its almost unnerving seeing him like this, in a state Tony never sees, beautiful yet so fucking painful. A sight that has probably only been seen by few, if ever in this generation. If Steve could help it, he probably wouldn't have let Tony ever see him in this state, it kills him to know the dams have cracked, even more that he’d choose to do it alone.

“We’re here now, aren’t we?” Tony pulls his sleeve over his hand to dab away the wetness on his cheeks. “If you ask me, it all happened the way it was supposed to. I wouldn’t trade the love we have now for anything.” He gives him a warm smile. “It was a bad moment in time for both  of us. Stop taking it all on your shoulders,” he runs his fingers through Steve’s hair in a comforting manner. “And stop doing it all on your own.” He kisses his forehead and Steve sighs at the affection.

“I just hate that I ever let you down. I should’ve known- done better.”

“What did I just say?” Tony reminds. “We both could’ve done differently. It was a hard time but it's a part of our story. I know how you feel now, you know how I feel and we love each other strongly for it.” He places a light kiss on his lips. “No more tears now darling, we’re okay. I love you so much, every day I do.”

“I love you too.” he whispers.

“I know,” Tony smiles and caresses his jaw. “Our past will never make me doubt that, alright? We love hard so we fought hard, it's us. We learn together, yeah?”

Steve smiles, genuinely this time and pulls Tony closer. He rests his head against his shoulder as his tears dry. “Yeah.” he eventually agrees. “I’m sorry, I got a bit too much in my feelings there.”

“Don’t ever apologise for that. Just don’t hide it from me next time.” Tony murmurs, playing with his hair. “It’s more of a burden to me that you suffer in silence, especially when it comes to us. Please come to me next time.”

Steve looks up at him. “I’ll try.” His expression genuine as he looks at Tony’s eyes, it will be hard but he will try.

Tony knows it won’t happen overnight, there will probably be more moments where Tony will have to drag it out of him, but this is a start. Opening his arms to him and letting him know he has the space to feel  and doesn’t constantly have to be the strong one is a good start. He may have to repeat this, reassure him but it can take as long as he needs, at least Steve knows how much he loves him, every part of him and their history he is in love with, and nothing will break that.

#yes tony is giving princess vibes at the beginning #bc steve treats him like one?? #all srs tho constructive criticism is verywelcome #as I wanna get better cuz i love writing its so fun #stevetonygames 2023 #stevetonygames #fics #my fic #stony

[veethesnake]

(Disg)ice

Nothing to see here, move along.

Tsum Tony and Tsum Steve are hiding in plain sight. Who are they hiding from? Who knows, but let’s hope they’re not hungry.

For the @stevetonygames Team Past, square Disguise, challenge Resolution (as many universes as possible).

#stevetonygames #stevetony games 2023 #stevetony #stony #marvel tsum tsums #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #iron man #captain america #ice cream #fanart #art #fandom event

[unstable-river]

SteveTonyGames 2022 works!

The collection of my fills for the @stevetonygames (Top to bottom, left to right:)

Free Space - “Lets find out how tought that armour really is.” Earth-666 Capwolf and Vampire!Tony

Free Space - “They have to be stopped!” Free Space - “Thief!”

Touch starved - a collab with @massivespacewren and @oluka

Ropes - a collab with @massivespacewren and @veethesnake

Found - “Can you really be alive?” Iron Maniac (Earth-5012) meets Steve (Earth-616)

Breath - “Air” Merman AU with colour palette challenge

Truth - “We’re going to leave this station together, Tony.” PREY (2017 game) inspired AU

Lies - This years game I called myself “Kota’s bloddy wedding” because I wanted to make fills for team marry and team kill. So there are the murder husbands in a very rushed sketch.

#stevetony #stony #marvel #Steve Rogers #stevetonygames #captain america #tony stark #Iron Man #capironman #art #drawing #sketch #Illustration #prey

[sounds-of-some-day]

Broken Bones Heal, Broken Hearts Don’t

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Rating: T

Summary: “What do broken hearts have to do with this?”

AN: Written for the 2022 @stevetonygames for Team Marry, for the broken bones square, with the color of the year palette challenge (specifically The Star of the Show Pantone color of the year palette). 

~.~.~

“Tony, what the hell was that all about?” Steve asked, storming into the workshop. 

“JARVIS, I thought we were supposed to be on lockdown,” Tony said, ignoring Steve completely.

“You gave Captain Rogers override codes six months ago, sir.”

Oh, that’s right. He did. Tony sighed, tossing the screwdriver he’d been uselessly trying to maneuver with his left hand down onto the counter in front of him.

“Well?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes into that disapproving stare that bordered on being a smolder. God, seriously, how did he do that? How did he manage to look so angry and so sexy at the same time? Honestly it was completely unfair, given how often Tony was on the receiving end of that anger-smolder.

He’d at least taken time to change out of his uniform this time, so on the scale of anger-smolder to scowl, Tony guessed he was solidly somewhere in the middle.

“What’s up, Cap?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from the way Steve’s white sand colored t-shirt stretched tightly across the broad muscles of his chest. Why exactly did he insist on always wearing t-shirts that were at least one size too small, again? Not that Tony usually minded, but he wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace at the moment to deal with his unrequited feelings towards Steve. 

Honestly, he wasn’t really in the right headspace to deal with any of this right now. He was tired, verging on exhausted. His right arm ached from where it was encased in the boring black – sorry, Anthracite black, whatever the hell that was – fiberglass cast that SHIELD had provided him with, and his mind was still slightly foggy from the pain pills they had given him.

“You ignored a direct order in the field,” Steve said, his voice remaining steady and even, face still firmly in anger-smolder territory. 

“Yeah, well, I made the better call,” Tony replied, keeping his gaze focused on the petrified oak island counter in the center of his workshop. 

“You put yourself at risk, which puts the rest of the team at risk, and now you're injured and out of commission for who knows how long.”

“Six to eight weeks,” Tony said, and there was an edge creeping into his tone. “It’s not really a mystery, Cap.”

“Tony.”  

“Why can’t you just trust me?” Tony snapped, finally meeting Steve’s stare. “Why can’t you trust my judgment?”

“I need to trust that you’ll follow my orders in the field,” Steve said, still keeping his voice calm, though his face was creeping closer to the scowl side of the Anger-Smolder Scowl Scale (trademark Tony Stark). “I need to know that I can rely on you to do the things that I’ve asked you to do because all of my other orders hinge on you doing what you’re told. I can’t constantly be second guessing whether or not you’re going to follow an order.”

“I need the ability to make decisions on the fly,” Tony said. “Sometimes you don’t have all the variables.”

“I could have taken that hit.”

“Your back was turned and your shield wasn’t up,” Tony said, and he hated that the emotions that he had felt in that moment, the panic, the fear, the sheer terror that he was about to lose the one thing that mattered to him most, all those emotions had started to creep into his tone here. “I knew that my armor could take that blast. I didn’t know that you could. Look, I know… I know that you’re a super soldier but even you have your limits.”

“You made that decision for me, you let yourself get hurt in the process.”

“Broken bones heal, okay, broken hearts don’t,” Tony yelled. 

“What?” Steve asked, his face a mixture of confusion and shock, and fuck, Tony really hadn’t meant to let that slip out. It was these goddamn pain pills, they were making him groggy, making him slip up and say things that he’d been burying deep down for months. 

“I mean, they heal, obviously they heal. But it’s never like it was before. You can always still see and feel the cracks,” Tony said, and now he was rambling, and jesus, he hated how Steve’s expression had turned calculating, like he was trying to solve a puzzle, and he really needed Steve to go back to the anger-smolder because this was one puzzle he didn’t need Steve working out. 

Everyone always said he and Bruce were the smart one on the team, and okay, yeah, when it came to engineering and physics and other academic and applied pursuits, that was true, but Steve was also really smart and he saw and understood a lot more than he was given credit for – especially when it came to his teammates. 

“What do broken hearts have to do with this?” Steve asked.

“Because you’re like the heart of our team,” Tony said, lamely, and fuck, yeah, this was absolutely the worst recovery in the history of ever, this metaphor made absolutely no sense. “I – We need you. If we lost you, I don’t know how well we could recover.”

“Tony,” Steve said, and he started to move around the counter towards him. 

“I mean, I was in the Iron Man armor and I broke my arm, Steve. You could have… you could have…” He didn’t want to finish that thought, didn’t even want to speak it into existence, like he was afraid that giving it a voice would somehow make it happen. 

“Tony,” Steve said, taking Tony’s good hand in his own, and Tony really needed Steve to stop repeating his name like that, and he really needed Steve to stop crowding into his personal space like that, and he really needed Steve to stop looking at him with that searching gaze like that. Because he knew, he just knew, that everything that he’d been hiding, everything thing that he’d been keeping to himself, all of the emotions, the affection, the admiration, the adoration, and the love, it was all right there, plain as day on his face, and if Steve kept looking at him like that, Steve was going to see it, and that was just not something he could deal with right now, on top of everything else. 

Steve pushed a lock of hair from Tony’s face, his thumb stroking Tony’s cheek. He leaned in. He was close. So close that if he leaned a mere fraction of an inch closer they would be kissing. Steve’s breath ghosted lightly over Tony’s skin, eyes still searching, like he was waiting for permission, looking for any sign of hesitation. Tony wasn’t sure what to do, his mind still reeling from the sudden shift in mood, so he simply nodded his head, because all he could think was yes, god yes. 

Steve brushed his lips against Tony’s parted lips in a far too gentle kiss, soft and chaste, but then Tony’s brain kicked back into gear and he pulled Steve closer, cupping the back of Steve’s neck with his good hand, and Steve opened his mouth, tentatively letting his tongue slip past Tony’s lips. 

It was like the warm sun on a winter’s day, or a cool breeze in the summer. It was everything Tony had ever dreamed or wished. He pressed his body against Steve’s, deepening the kiss until he was weak in the knees. 

Steve pulled back, gasping in a breath before giving Tony a wry smile. “I’m still upset with you, you know.”

Tony grinned in return. “That’s okay. I’ve actually grown quite fond of your anger-smolder.”

“My what?”

“Nothing,” Tony said quickly. “Can we get back to the–” He motioned between them. “The kissing. Because the kissing…the kissing was nice, it was really very… very nice.”

And they did. 

#stony fic #stevetony #steve x tony #my fic #stevetonygames

[oluka]

That scene from Captain America/Iron Man #2, except I edited Tony to be his canon height.

A fill for the @stevetonygames, team Present, square: Praise, challenge: Resolutions

#stony #stevetonygames #captain america/iron man #marvel comics #comic edit #my edit #I can rest easy now. the balance has been restored.

[festiveferret]

You did NOT hear this from me, but I got access to some of Tony’s private files and hooo boy. You probably want to check this one out...

#stevetonygames #stony #fanfiction #ferret does...SPREADSHEETS??

[xwinterdreams-blog]

Heal Me

Team Fuck fill for @stevetonygames square "Superhealing"

The first time it happened Tony thought it was just a coincidence. A good fuck always made him feel great, after all.

So if he was feeling a bit stronger, with less aches and pains than he was used to, the day after he and Steve had sex for the first time, well. He just put it down to his good mood.

But a few days later he gave Steve a blow job, and while Steve was drifting in a hazy afterglow Tony looked down at his hand and he frowned. That was weird.

Just that morning he’d been a little careless with a soldering iron and he’d burnt his left hand. It had been red and sore, and he knew it would leave a mark behind but that didn’t really bother him. He’d made sure to use only his right hand on Steve to avoid aggravating his left.

But now as he looked down where the mark should be, there was nothing. He rubbed his thumb over the smooth patch of skin. Smooth like Steve’s skin when he got cut or bruised or stabbed, even. Before you knew it, time depending on the severity, it just disappeared.

Tony’s eyes shot to Steve, in a relaxed sprawl on the couch. No way. Superhealing sperm? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Surely someone would know if that was a thing. They’d tested Steve for all sorts of things, right? Maybe they hadn’t tested for that, though.

What about when Steve had sex previously? Hmm, how often did Steve even have sex? He was always very cagey around such subjects. Tony was still pretty shocked he was so willing to fuck around with him. Not that he was complaining.

Steve blinked a couple of times, focusing intently on Tony kneeling in front of him. “Come here,” he grinned boyishly. “Let me return the favour.”

Shaking off his wayward thoughts, Tony scrambled onto Steve’s lap and kissed the hell out of him while Steve’s hands roamed. Figuring this out could wait, Steve bringing him to a delicious climax could not. He had his priorities in order.

The next time Tony decided to perform a little test. The whole idea still seemed fairly ridiculous to him, but he had to experiment a little. For science.

They were heading off on a mission in an hour to take down an enemy base, and intel said they had a lot of fire power. Chances were high that Tony would take some blows. So he decided to load up before they went. Just in case.

Seducing Steve into his bed was easy. It made Tony wonder if Steve really hadn’t been getting any, because the somewhat uptight man was wonderfully eager. Also very bashful about coming more often than Tony, but he made sure to reassure him.

“Shh, baby. I love your come. I want more of it.” That was the beauty of Steve’s superhealing, a fast refractory period. In the end he got five orgasms out of Steve, and yes he was pretty proud of that.

Tony wiped off excess stickiness, but refused Steve’s offer of a shower. Then they were off on their mission and Tony did indeed take a bit of a beating.

Nothing he normally wouldn't have gritted his teeth and pushed through, but that didn’t feel remotely necessary. He simply shrugged off every blow. They hurt, yes. But they didn’t slow him down or distract him like they should.

Post mission Tony stripped down and eyed his body in a floor length mirror. Every inch was unblemished. No bruises, no scrapes, no cuts. He looked and felt fine.

What the fuck. Steve’s superdick had magic healing powers. He wondered what he should do with that information? Send out a memo? Yeah, no.

He should maybe tell Steve, but that would be awkward as hell. What if Steve revoked his superdick privileges? Couldn’t have that. And not because of the superhealing, either. Tony could deal with some scrapes and bruises. But he’d really miss fucking Steve.

Hmm. Something to think on.

But then they got called out to a mission, and Tony didn’t have any superhealing sperm in his system. He’d noted that the effects only lasted a couple hours.

It should’ve been fine. He knew better than to be reliant on this quirk to protect him in every situation. He was Iron Man. If he couldn’t take the hits and defend himself he wouldn’t be out there.

Unfortunately he hadn’t been counting on Dr. Doom disabling his suit and catching him without backup. He’d had to single-handedly fight off countless doom bots while the real Doom made his getaway. Eventually Steve and Thor found him, taking care of the doom bots in quick succession.

Back at the tower Tony was checked over by a doctor, and deemed battered and bloody, but not in need of emergent care. He just needed lots of bed rest until he healed.

Steve, Natasha, Thor, Clint and Bruce all crowded around Tony’s bed, looking on with concern.

Tony groaned. He usually wasn’t one to complain, more one to pretend he was fine. But it really fucking hurt. And he wasn’t looking forward to copious amounts of bedrest. Not that his worried teammates would let him get away with anything less.

“What do you need, Tony?” Steve asked, placing a gentle hand on Tony’s shoulder. Their eyes met, and the concern he found in Steve’s eyes undid him.

“I need you to fuck me.”

The reaction was instantaneous. From everyone. Exclamations, laughter, awkward coughs. Oh right. They were all still here. He’d forgotten for a minute.

Steve’s face flamed. “Tony, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now–”

“It’s a great idea, actually.” Tony mumbled. “It’ll make me feel waaaaaay better. That’s what you want isn't it?”

“I don’t understand.” Steve frowned. “In your current state–”

“You have magic sperm. Not that I believe in magic, I’m sure there’s science behind it. Biology isn’t really my thing, but maybe if you gave some to Bruce he could–”

“Tony!”

“Yeah?” Tony grinned up at Steve, who could not look anymore embarrassed if he tried. Oops.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your superhealing transfers. Through your superdick. It’s happened every time we’ve fu–”

“I get it.” Steve interrupted quickly.

“Maybe we should leave you two alone.” Natasha said.

“Why?” Clint complained. “It’s just getting interesting.”

“Come on.” Natasha insisted, dragging Clint out of the room, followed by Thor and Bruce. An awkward silence was left in their wake.

“Sorry bout that. Not very low-key.”

Steve’s brows furrowed. “I never said I wanted that. I’m not ashamed of… us.” Huh. That’s what you got for making assumptions. “That doesn’t mean I need you telling our teammates all the details.” He said pointedly.

“Gotcha.” Tony grinned.

“So this will really help you?” Steve asked.

“Evidence suggests.”

“Is this what all those orgasms was about the other day?”

“I had to test my hypothesis.” Tony smiled shamelessly. “But it was fun too, right?”

Steve chuckled. “Yes. It was.” He looked over Tony with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll have to be still, let me do all the work. I’ll be gentle.” Nodding decisively, Steve started efficiently stripping his uniform.

Tony decided to follow Steve’s directive and enjoyed the show. His everything was aching, but the expanses of muscled skin being revealed made a good distraction.

When he was naked, Steve climbed onto the bed, pulled the covers off Tony’s body and placed his hands on Tony’s hips. He frowned at the close up view of all the damage that had been done. Tony thought he might be having second thoughts, but instead he started placing the gentlest of kisses over each and every mark.

“I’m so sorry you’re hurt,” he whispered against Tony’s skin.

“It happens.”

“I should’ve been there.”

“You didn’t know. You got there as fast as you could.”

Steve shook his head, and Tony knew he disagreed. He didn’t want him to blame himself, but if this was how Steve needed to make amends? He was okay with that.

Steve carefully pulled down Tony’s briefs. He continued kissing all over his thighs, then along his cock. More firmly than his earlier kisses, thank fuck that area of his body was unscathed.

Steve’s tongue came out to play, laving over Tony. He groaned, throwing his head back and lifting his pelvis towards Steve’s warm mouth.

Steve’s mouth lifted abruptly and he glared at Tony, placing gentle yet firm hands against Tony’s hips. “Stay. Still.”

He huffed. “Fine.”

Steve happily went back to what he was doing, taking his dick into his mouth and sucking. Soon he added lube slicked fingers to the mix, stretching Tony with infinite patience.

Usually Tony would’ve gotten frustrated at this point, demanding Steve just fuck him already. He held his tongue. Maybe it was just the fact that he was hurt, but this actually felt kind of nice.

So far all their encounters had fallen under the quick and dirty category, which Tony did not take issue with remotely, but they’d never just taken their time with each other.

Having all of Steve’s attention, not just pleasing him but taking care of him felt really, really good.

When Steve decided Tony was ready, he held himself above Tony, palms resting on the bed on either side of him.

“Permission to move?” Tony asked cheekily, glancing down at Steve’s heavy cock.

Steve nodded. Tony placed his dick at his entrance, and Steve slid inside him in a movement made smoother by all of the prep.

Their eyes locked, their bodies stilled, and for one infinite moment they just connected. Tony felt vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt with Steve so far. He’d been treating it all as just a bit of fun, a friends with benefits kind of thing.

But right now, as Steve began pulling out and sliding back in with careful, deep thrusts– maintaining eye contact as he did– they felt a million miles away from anything so casual.

“Steve?” He whispered.

“You’re okay.” Steve pressed kisses all over Tony’s face, on his cheeks, chin, eyes, nose.

“What the fuck is happening.” He muttered, squeezing his eyes against the tears that threatened to spill. He opened his eyes when Steve cupped his cheek with his hand, and leaned in to brush his lips softly against Tony’s.

“I’m making love to you.”

“That’s not very casual.” Tony mumbled.

“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want that either. Do you?”

Tony shook his head. It scared him, releasing the valve on all the feelings he had for Steve. Like they were too much. Too big to let out. But it felt right. Nothing had ever felt this right in his life.

Steve adjusted his position, dropping his hand back to the bed, and when he shoved back inside he slammed against Tony’s prostate.

“Yes. Fuck! Right fucking there!” He gasped. He writhed. It hurt, fuck did it hurt. But he was so lost in pleasure that the pain twisted with the pleasure into agonising sensation and he couldn’t tell pain from pleasure.

Steve seemed equally lost. Groaning, grunting, whispering filthily in Tony’s ear how tight he was, how good he felt. “Come for me sweetheart. I need you to come. Then I can come in you.”

Yes. Tony didn’t just need that. He wanted it. He loved the evidence of Steve’s pleasure marking him, dripping out of him. He shuddered, tensed, electricity travelling down his spine and into his balls. Steve’s silky smooth hand slid down his dick, gripping him tightly and throwing him over the edge. He came, thick stripes shooting over his chest, hole clenching around Steve’s pumping cock.

Steve thrust, moaned, and then he was coming too. Jerking back and forth until he was finished and the sensations became too much. He held still, watching Tony for a moment, before he pulled out and collapsed at his side.

They lost themselves to breathing and blissful afterglow for several minutes. “How are you feeling?” Steve asked eventually.

“Great,” Tony answered immediately. “That was fantastic.”

“Tony.”

“Oh, my aches and pains.” He looked down at his body, and watched as the lightest marks disappeared before his eyes.

“Holy shit.” Steve said, shocked. “Honestly, I kinda thought it might’ve just been a line to get me to fuck you.”

Tony burst out laughing. “And yet you agreed?”

Steve blushed. “I’ve made no secret of how much I want you Tony. And after today I needed to be close to you. To know that you were okay. If there was even a chance I could make you feel better, regardless of how… hell yeah I was gonna do it.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m feeling much better already. Magic sperm.”

Steve tried to frown, but it was ruined by his twitching lips. “Can we stop calling it that?”

“Nope!”

Steve sighed, wrapping his arm around Tony’s shoulder and pulling him against him. “I’m just glad it’s helping.”

“Mm, me too. I was not looking forward to healing this the slow way. You’re gonna have to fuck me very regularly, just to keep me safe.”

“I think I can manage that,” Steve chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve leaned forward and once more captured Tony’s lips.

#superhealing #superserum #cracky #smut #hurt/comfort #stevetony #stony #fic #myfics #stevetonygames

[stonyisforever]

Seasons of Life

Steve never appreciated the seasons until Tony entered his life.

Finding himself captivated by the enchanting sight of Tony's hair gracefully dancing in the gentle, spring breeze. The warm sunlight casting its golden beams upon Tony's eyes, illuminating the mesmerizing copper hues speckled within. His cheeks flushed rosy from the heat of the day and the trek from the rental cabin.

Tony’s hand firmly clasps his own before he’s led to a tranquil spot overlooking the pond, then is guided down to settle onto the damp grass beneath the shelter of an elm tree. The water rippling and shimmering brilliantly as a family of ducks casually swim by.

“Didn’t really have a chance to prepare a proper meal,” Tony admits, subconsciously rubbing the nape of his neck. “Only managed to pack some cold pizza and a couple beers.”

A faint smile tugs at the corners of Steve’s lips at Tony’s dismal attempt towards a romantic gesture. “Sounds perfectly good to me.”

The dazzling grin he receives is well worth the meager meal.

It’s worth anything.

~*~

With summer’s arrival, they’re afforded a trip to the beach. Allowing Steve to quietly admire the rivulets of water tracing along the contours of Tony’s body. His skin sun-kissed and shiny from poorly applied sunscreen. The undersized, gold and red speedo clearly chosen to scandalize Rhodey—who’s pointedly moved down shore with Pepper—rather than for the sake of fashion sense.

“I chased Jaws away,” Tony teases as he trudges out of the water. “It’s safe to come in now.”

“Oh, really?” Steve automatically plays along, enjoying the banter they’ve mastered over the years. “Did Iron man show up when I wasn’t looking?”

Feigning offense, Tony theatrically presses his hand to his chest. “Why, Cap, are you insinuating I’m weak and helpless?”

“Of course not,” Steve deadpans. “After such an impressive display of strength, surely carrying a frightened, super soldier without the armor would be a piece of cake for you. Wouldn’t it, Shellhead?”

A spark of challenge fleets across Tony’s face, causing Steve to raise his brows expectantly. “Exactly right.” Tony puffs out his chest in show of his determination. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Later that night, Tony insists to the team the terrible aches from pulled muscles in his arms are due to jellyfish stings. And by morning, Steve ensures the comical sketch of jellyfish lifting dumbbells is placed strategically on the pillow beside Tony’s head.

~*~

Autumn brings an array of color and cooler temperatures. Enticing them to take a walk through the park to admire the changing colors. Leaves crunching underfoot as they stroll along, observing other couples intertwined and lost in their own worlds.

Steve appreciates Tony’s decision to wear the turtleneck sweater he gifted him, but remains concerned by strange discolored veins crawling up Tony’s skin towards his ear.

“Have you ever wondered if this is the only life we get?” Tony asks, apropos nothing, and stops to intently observe the leaves fluttering down.

There’s something oddly melancholy about his demeanor, but Steve’s long since embraced Tony’s vacillating moods.

“Sometimes,” he admits, shifting uncomfortably. “But, who knows?”

Tony swallows, the muscles of his throat visibly straining to do so. “What if we never see each other again?”

Steve blinks, momentarily taken aback by the grim concept. “Then, I guess we’ll have to appreciate it while we have the chance.”

Reaching to cup Tony’s face in his hands, Steve gently rubs a thumb over his cheekbone. Giving Tony a minute to melt into his touch before he leans in, pressing his mouth against slightly chapped lips.

Memorizing the sound of Tony’s appreciative moan as leaves skitter across the ground.

~*~

Tony stands by the window, enthralled by the winter storm and seemingly lost in thought as he sips absently at his hot cocoa.

Steve sets his respective mug onto the side table and moves to join Tony, encircling his shoulders with his arms.

“Are you all right?” Steve wonders against the shell of his ear.

“Always,” Tony responds as if on autopilot, but sinks back against him, letting Steve support his weight.

“Then, what’s on your mind?” Steve rephrases.

“Just wondering if Santa received my letter.”

Steve hums in response. Not exactly liking the dismissive tone, but knowing better than to press.

“What make you think you’re on the nice list this year?” Steve strives to lighten the mood, and smirks at Tony’s scoff.

“I’m always on the nice list,” Tony retorts. Then, corrects himself, “Except for that one time.”

Steve chuckles fondly, ducking down to kiss along the curve of Tony’s neck. Feeling the raised veins against his lips.

“What did you ask for?”

He catches the sharp intake of breath before Tony stiffens.

“Tony?” he starts, quelling the rising panic.

“More time…,” Tony answered at length, voice scarcely audible, “with you.”

Without elaboration, Tony turns in Steve’s embrace, and kisses him with a force Steve hasn’t experienced. Just shy of painful as Tony’s tongue dominates his mouth.

They make love passionately—desperately. The feel of Tony beneath him, his legs wrapped around Steve’s hips, delicious and heavenly.

“I love you,” Tony says breathlessly into Steve’s ear for the first time.

Steve can’t shake the feeling it might also be the last.

~*~

Grey.

The world is encompassed by it.

No more sunshine.

No color.

No warmth.

The offerings at Tony’s grave are the only indication of passing time. Flowers withering and dying to be replaced by a fresh batch. The pictures in the frames fading, steadily erasing Tony’s smile.

Steve never hated the seasons until Tony exited his life.

------------------------ For @stevetonygames 2023 Team Past (screen name: ResilientSystem||Theyumenoinu) Square "Seasons"

#SteveTony Games 2023 #SteveTonygames #Steve Tony Games #Stony #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Ficlet #Warning: Major Character Death

[starvels]

SteveTony Reclist: Road-Trips

@stevetonygames 2023 team future. challenge: camouflage. a reclist in the style of the inspiring @carsonian ! (thanks for your fun reclisting haha)

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A Long Road To Share [FANART] by SirSapling

Summary:

After 50 years in the ice and a couple exhausting years leading the Ultimates, Steve realises he isn't quite sure he knows anything about the new modern America he's supposed to represent. Luckily, Tony has an idea how to show him.

Notes:

such a sweet hopeful look at ults in the future! the landscape is warm and so is my heart. this comic encapsulates the road trip vibes in its scenery, colors and soft focus on steve and tony discussing believing in each other.

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After the Devil is Gone by Ironlawyer

Summary:

When Steve leaves to travel the country on his bike, Tony comes with him. But Steve is not ready to face those particular demons yet.

Notes:

CW for noncon offscreen. a super sharp desolate view of steve's 616 roadtrip, this fic aches to its core! the things it doesn't have to say ring so loudly and painfully across the text.

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Are we satellites? by starvels

Summary

In between sunrises on the road, Steve is speaking, eating, stepping into diners to save people like coming back to his childhood home. And Tony, Tony is watching him. Tony is relearning being awake. - A cross country roadtrip where Steve and Tony find the typical American town, a fuckton of trees and finally, finally, find the right questions to ask each other.

Notes: a self rec! this is an ode to winding american roads, the trauma and aches of being a superhero, the longing that comes with being in love with your best friend, and both steve and tony being the little spoon.

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BACK IN BLACK!! Eyes on the road Tony… [FANART] by @shaggybeetle

Summary:

MCU roadtrip featuring sing alongs to blaring music, delicious snacks and a phone ready to topple off the dashboard

Notes:

what a style! what a scene! steve and tony jamming out is so fun and they both look so at peace and ready to dig into vacation. great atmospheric details like trees through the windows!

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Flight of Icarus by Missy_dee811

Summary:

“Tony,” said Kamala, hurried. “I loaded up some music to give you a little boost,” she said. “Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t worry,” she added. “It’s not mine.” He smiled. I knew I liked you. She wished him luck. He thanked her, though he didn’t believe in luck. He had one try, one try to get it right. She was counting on him, they all were. It felt good to be needed. It felt good to be useful. All these years, he had wanted nothing more. He couldn’t fail now. Not again. [Written for Lights On Park Ave - Round 13.]

Notes:

a marvel avenger's video game rec! a wistful retrospective of tony dealing with the loss of steve, flipping through memories like a photo album, topped with a reunion cherry!

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the honeymoon suite by CapnShellhead

Summary:

Wade Wilson is getting married and he's assembling a team to get him to Vegas for his bachelor party. Requiring a team with a special set of skills, he asks Wolverine, Spider-Man, Special Agent Preston and Captain America to come along. Steve decides this would be a wonderful opportunity to fix a rift between him and an old friend.

Notes:

a thoroughly enjoyable 30k 616-verse fic based in an oft-overlooked moment in canon featuring delights such as: bed sharing! team fight scenes! wistful conversations! snark! accidentally thinking of your crush while jerking off!

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On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan

Summary

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts' of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony.

Notes:

follows 616 canon for steve's post-hydra road trip gives this fic the opportunity to have steve connect genuinely to things in a way that reminds us all why we love cap. the end pay-off is good and the writing is so very even keel and wonderfully paced.

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somewhere along the oregon coast by Marvellous

Summary:

Tony stared at the door of the coffee shop they’d pulled up to, watching multiple people come and go. He crossed his arms and laughed to himself, “How much do you want to bet he’s having a very in depth conversation right now?” A deep but agreeable woof sounded from the backseat of the car.

Notes:

small and sweet like a little dessert! a tale of a pup and a love so warm it melts your heart to look at it. sometimes, it is that easy.

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ride (with) me [FANART] by wingheads

Summary:

kobik brought steve back. tony woke up from a coma. a road trip seems like a good place to start some reacquaintance. square filled: e1 motorcycle lol i really wanted that stevetony roadtrip in 2018 bc it had been a long time ?? since steve and tony were together where steve isn't old (i love old man steve btw) or evil and tony isn't in a coma or an ai. etc. etc. inspired by steve's road trip.

Notes:

a vibrant scene of steve and tony on their way to reconcile some loving feelings, complete with a gorgeously detailed motorcycle. the vibes here are so picturesque and the pose is so sweet.

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You Go Up Instead of Down [FANART] by MissionCritical

Summary:

This is set in the universe of the 1966 Marvel Superheroes cartoons (Earth-600026). Only two years ago, Iron Man and the original Avengers discovered Steve, frozen and floating in the Arctic Ocean, and rescued him. It's been rough for Steve, adjusting to this new world, but he has a lot of support -- from two people in particular. Tony Stark is brilliant, handsome, and a generous benefactor to the team. He's even given Steve a place to live in his own actual mansion! Steve doesn't really understand why, but it's clear Mr. Stark is good man, devoted to helping the Avengers. And then there's Iron Man, who has quickly become Steve's best friend, Iron Man is brave, and determined, and just a terrific teammate. He's given Steve the thrilling experience of flying into battle by riding on his back! And in that gleaming suit of armor, Iron Man always has Steve's back. Steve is Iron Man's biggest fan.

Note:

a delightful lil glimpse into a fun, small universe, this edit is such a delight to experience! we all need a little more flying steve in our lives, don't we?

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go forth: stevetony beans, greens, potatoes, you name it! and give these treats the resounding kudos/comment/retweet/reblog chomps they deserve!

#:)))))) #fic rec #my talk #stevetonygames #stevetony games 2023 #stevetony #fic blogging #my recs

[massivespacewren]

for the @stevetonygames, for team kill, square “insecure” inspired by @dracusfyre‘s awesome fic “Friendly Warning“! Summary: FBI Agent Steve Rogers and mafia boss Tony Stark didn't always get along...

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #stevetonygames #stevetonygames2022 #art by wren #mob boss tony #mafia boss tony #au #scribbly art #go read the fic it's amazing #fic by dracusfyre #lineart