#stevextony

closed starter for @justa-tinman

It felt like Steve just kept losing - that maybe his whole life was defined by loss.  His parents, Bucky, Peggy, everyone he knew, his life.  He’d tried building it back again, and somehow managed to lose a lot of it, when he’d disagreed about the Sakovia accords and ended up on the run.  Then the absolute worst had happened.  Thanos had come and taken out half the life on the planet.  Almost everyone he’d known was gone. Bucky - again.  Sam.  T’Challa and his little sister Shuri.  Wanda.  Vision.  Nick Fury.  Maria Hill. Scott Lang.  Clint’s whole family.

Then there were the ones they couldn’t confirm.  He had no idea where Sharon had gotten to and he could only assume the worst.  Clint had gone awol. That kid that had worked with Tony was gone and so was Tony.  The last he’d heard they’d both climbed on one of Thanos’ ships but even if they had survived the snap, Steve had no idea how they were going to get back.

It only left a handful of people and of that handful.  Thor, Bruce, Rhodey, Natasha, and they had a new friend, a talking Racoon called Rocket.  And that was it.

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He saw Steve around the Triskelion every so often. He'd seen him last night, at the little party the team had had for the birthday Natasha had on her SHIELD paperwork, if you could even call it a party, but the last time he’d seen him before then had been at the Trisk—they’d ended up in the cafeteria together. Tony had just been planning to pick up a coffee, but Steve had managed to somehow talk him into getting something to eat, too, while he himself demolished enough lunch for five people. Steve had looked at him exactly the way you might expect a guy who had starved his way through the Great Depression to look at you if you told him you were skipping lunch, and the way his pale eyes had just bled genuine concern for Tony had been too much for him to stand up against, like Tony was going to faint at his workbench later if Steve didn’t see him eat a whole pasta salad right that minute.

Anyway, it had been … nice. The idea that Steve would even care if Tony passed out later was nice by itself—honestly, usually he had to pay people for that kind of attention. And Steve had been different, with both of them eating, not as much the serious, uptight guy he was in the field—still pretty serious, but also kind of funny in a understated way, interested in what Tony was doing and Tony in general, looking at him while he talked with a kind of sincere attention that was a bit dizzying at times. Tony had wished they hung out like that more often, but usually it didn’t end up that easy, it got all—weird and prickly between them. Steve had smiled at him like he was happy to see him every time he’d seen him around at the Trisk, though, and that had been … well, it had been nice, was all.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Fury said, tapping his fingers on the briefing table. The scowl on his face was impressive. “I didn’t send the alert out for my health. This is a developing situation. Does Cap think this is some kind of joke?”

“Come on, he said he was on his way,” Tony said. “This is the first time he’s ever been late, right? Like probably in his life. Cut the guy a little slack. Maybe the traffic’s bad, don’t have to get your panties in a twist.” Fury turned that scowl on him, which, as far as Tony was concerned, was a result. He grinned back. “Actually, do you wear panties? Probably not, right?”

Clint snorted a laugh from behind him.

“You seem like a matchy-matchy type of guy,” Tony went on, warming to his theme even as Fury’s one-eyed glare became all the more ominous. Tony was probably lucky he didn’t have a laser eye or explosives hidden behind that eye patch or something. He would have used it on Tony before now if he did, that was for sure. “All that black leather. Underwear probably black leather too, right? Match the coat. The eye patch. That seems like it would chafe. Does that chafe?”

“Stark,” Fury said, warningly. His tone was approaching a growl. Good, that probably meant his mind was off Cap and his lateness, at least. “You’re pushing it.”

You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

all 60 reworked vintage valentines i submitted to @candystevegrams, part 2: comics edition (mcu edition is here)

It's not edited, I haven't gone back and revised anything. It is what it is. I give to you a married Steve/Tony, identity porn, civil war fight scene. This is right after it is revealed that the Winter Soldier killed Tony's parents.

Angst. Betrayal. Just a fun snippet I found :)

Dom Tony x Sub Steve Warnings: NSFW, Dom/Sub, Spanking, Trans Steve(ftm), Squirting

This is probably completely ooc but I don't care. Steves a brat, and needs a good spanking. And a little love.

Word Count: 1043

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The room is quiet save for the clicking of Steve's nails against the mahogany desk, and the soft giggles of Tonys assistant who’s come to deliver paperwork to him. Steve looks up at Tony from his seat, watching the charming grin fall over his handsome face, the way his hand runs through salt and pepper hair as he's chatting. He should be looking at him that way, is the only thought racing through Steve's mind. But no, Tony's dumb assistant had to come and ruin his lunch break with his husband, no fair. Steve stands, adjusting his sweater, reaching out to tug Tony's arm. “Tony-” “Not now. Give me a few minutes, okay gorgeous?” Tony leans up and presses a quick kiss to Steve's temple, easing Steve’s nerves slightly. “Okay…” He sits down again and watches the assistant, he can’t fully remember her name, Tony always has assistants and workers running around the office. Steve can't help the furrowing of his brow, shooting her a slight glare, his nose wrinkling. Their eyes meet and he can't help but glare harder, his lips forming a slight pout. Her eyes widen slightly, her words dying in her throat mid conversations, Tony takes notice.

“Everything alright?” Tony tilts his head, charming smirk melting into concern. “You look like you’ve seen a damn ghost.” He jokes, trying to ease the building tension in the room. She shakes her head slightly, regaining her senses.

“Oh! It’s nothing sir, I just…I don't mean to be a bother.” She says quietly brown eyes flicking over to meet Steve's baby blues.

“Bother..? Why the hell would you be a bother- oh..” Tony's gaze lands on Steve “I see, alright I'm sorry will you give us a moment?” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, gently ushering her out of the office. Tony turns on his heel, giving Steve a gentle glare. “Come here now.”

Steve's chest tightens a bit, he stands up, head bowed slightly. “I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable, I just-”

“You just what? Felt the need to make the poor girl uncomfortable? We’ve talked about this love, you need to talk to me not give everyone around me the evil eye.” Tony sighs, reaching up to cup Steve's cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath his eye. Steve's cheek flush, but he can’t help the anger beginning to coil in his belly. He tried to talk to him, tried to reach out but he was pushed away. Albeit gently, but he tried! Steve huffs causing Tony to raise a brow.

“I tried to.” Steve mumbles, brow furrowed.

“Ah- we will talk about it later. Right now you need to apologize for your attitude. And you’ll be getting a punishment, you’ll be standing in the corner for 10 minutes after you say sorry.” Tony points towards the door to the office, “She should be waiting outside the door, now go.” Steve's eyes widen, anger growing. He didn't deserve a punishment, this is so unfair! He stomps his foot down and shakes his head.

“No.”

Tony’s eyes widened, “Excuse me..?”

Steve nearly breaks, and falls into Tony's arms whimpering for forgiveness but holds strong, “No. It's not my fault she got upset, I tried to talk to you! You didn't listen to me.” Steve stomps his foot again in exclamation, “She came in during lunch break, lunch break is our time! You’re mine! Not hers.” He can’t help the tears that prick his eyes as he speaks. Tony gently grabs his arm, pulling him over to the nice leather seat in the office, pulling Steve over his knee.

Steve only realizes what's happening once his belt is undone, and his slacks are pulled down over his round ass. Tony hushes him, rubbing his back.

“What's our safe word?”

“Red..sir.” Steve sniffles, fingers gripping onto the fabric of Tonys pants.

“Good job love, just let it out…then we’ll have our lunch together. But afterwards I want you to apologize, is that clear?”

“Yes sir.” He whimpers and relaxes, he feels Tony's hand rub over one of his cheeks. Steve shivers at the cold prick of metal as Tony's wedding band brushes his skin. The feeling is fleeting as Tony removes his hand before bringing it back down with a sharp smack. “Oh!” Steve can't help but cry out softly. By the time their 10 spanks in Steve's crying, his tears melting into Tonys black slacks.

“Good boy, doing so good for me is gorgeous.” Tony groans, he pauses his spanking trailing his fingers lower past Steve's hole to his dripping folds. He spreads them with his fingers, watching Steve's dripping hole clench around nothing, practicality begging Tony for attention. He can't help but oblige, rubbing his middle and forefinger through Steve's slick before he slides them inside. Steve's back arches as he mewls, hips pushing back trying to take more, filling himself further with Tony's fingers.

“Tony..” Steve whimpers, face flushed, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “More, please more. Finger my pussy till I squirt- please sir..I need it so bad” He reaches back spreading his cheeks to give Tony a better view.

Tony groans, “Alright baby, I’ll make you squirt on my fingers and then you're apologizing.” He hooks his fingers upwards towards Steve's g-spot making the poor thing writhe and squirm.”Good boy, such a good boy. Take it..” Tony jerks his fingers in and out roughly, relishing in the hot squelching of Steve's pussy as it takes his fingers.

“Please, oh fuck Tony right there. Yes…yesyesyes there! Harder Im so fucking close-” Steve cries fucking himself on Tonys fingers, hips jerking back to meet each thrust of his fingers “Uh-Huh…so close m’gonna- gonna…FUCK!” He wails as his pussy gushes around Tony's fingers, soaking Tony's hand, and lap with Steve's juices. Tony chuckles, removing his fingers and pushing them into Steve's mouth, groaning as he feels his tongue sliding between his fingers.

“Alright baby, up we go..” Tony helps Steve up, wiping him clean with a few tissues before ushering him to the door. “Go say sorry, and after your timeout maybe we can pick up where we left off, hm..?”

“Okay..” Steve giggles “Wait- I still have a timeout? "he pouts, with a slight scrunch of the nose. “No fair..”

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