fillers or aus i would love to play running list; if you're interested in any of this, throw up a starter and i am there
steve + peggy
Peggy and Steve's reunion when he returns to the past.
That dance scene. /sobs
Anything about their life afterward.
steve + tony
Conversations about Peggy or Howard, or anything else they'd talk about during their 2-man mission to the past
First time Steve and Tony interact after Tony calls Steve out on how failing together sucks.
Did Steve and Tony ever talk during those 5 years? If so, what did that look like?
[au] Tony survives, but Steve doesn't know that when he goes back in time. So now Steve is really old and Tony is not.
[au] Tony survives and Steve comes back from returning the stones and they rebuild their relationship
steve + natasha
Awful life at Avengers compound before Ant-Man, basically lots of hurt/comfort with each other
[au] When Steve tells Natasha that maybe they should both move on, he asks her out on a date — it becomes a very sad attempt at moving on, but it's also a sad kind of solace.
steve + bucky
Honestly, they barely got any time back together. Steve and Buck MUST have talked before Steve just decided to go back in the past. Possible convo where he admits he's not coming back, and asking Bucky if he wants to return back to their time with him?
steve + anyone
So ... you can so Mjolnir now?
Conversations with various characters when he returns the stones to their rightful place in the past
Someone insisting on going back in time with Steve, and they return all the stones together and this person convinces Steve to come back (or, is convinced that he really doesn't want to)
shuri + anyone
Rebuilding the world from Wakanda
Meeting the other avengers
One-uping our science bros during reconstruction :D
tony stark (AI) + morgan/anyone
I imagine this will be mostly sass.
And with everyone who is not Morgan, this will basically be him joking about how he's going to live forever.
[ Out here, under the night sky, there's barely any sense of time. All that Steve knows is that it's dark and that maybe an hour, maybe two, have passed since he first started kissing Tony inside their tent together. In reality, at least three hours have already gone by.
Even in his short term memory, it feels like they went slow — that they stayed upright and melted into one another for forever — but time has a weird way of stretching when you're completely consumed by someone else. In actuality, it took only about one more minute before Steve leaned back or Tony nudged forward, and before they knew it, Tony was on top of Steve, their bodies aligning perfectly and throughout the rest of the night, as long as Tony didn't try to get off, Steve's arms held and helped to keep him there.
And now, every time Steve takes a breath, he moves Tony's entire body up and down with him. The tent is starting to heat up, for no other reason than the fact that the two of them — and Steve, with the serum coursing through his veins — were using up all the oxygen and generating a lot of heat. But without skipping a beat, Steve takes only one of his hands away, searching above and behind him for the tent zipper before he drags it up just a foot and breeze of cold, fresh air enters the tent.
When they both feel it, it's as if breathing takes on a whole new meaning, and Steve just finds himself chuckling into Tony before he finally breaks away to get some air.
Never, in a million years, had Steve ever thought that it would be Tony. They'd had so many obstacles between them. And yet, here they are, so happy, so breathless, so spent and yet both wanting so much more.
It's been a long time since he's been this excited in his life. And despite how much he isn't willing to admit it right now, Steve feels like this... this has to be it. Nothing could beat this. ]
[ It’s easy to lose track of time when all Tony wants to do is to continue to kiss him, to kiss him deeper, to memorize the way he feels against him. When he ends up on top of Steve, it helps that Steve is able to hold him in place and Tony doesn’t have to wonder if he’s too heavy for him, or if he gets tired of holding him up. Tony tries to use his arm to every once in a while lift his own weight so that Steve won’t have to do it alone, but even then, the serum guarantees that Tony can let go so he can hold onto him instead.
When the air seems to literally run out of the tent and Steve needs to open up the flap, Tony’s breathless but it’s clear from the delighted grin on his face that he’s completely fine with this. That this has been the best use of their time, obviously, just because of how happy they both feel right now. ]
God, you’re beautiful. [ He presses a kiss against his jaw before kissing him again. It doesn’t last as long, since he’s still catching his breath, but he just couldn’t help it. ]
I think I’m sold on the whole tent thing with this, by the way. [ He smirks, mischievously. ] You may just have to make out with me more if I start having second thoughts about it.
[ Steve is already breathless when Tony gives him that compliment, and the complete blush of red that rises from his neck to his cheeks is immediate. The only saving grace that its nearly pitch dark outside — the fire had gone out long ago — with the sole exception of some beams of moonlight.
But Tony follows it up with another kiss and Steve just finds himself even more out of breath as he watches the gorgeous, brilliant man on top of him. ]
Oh, yeah. Did I not mention that this— [ He pushes his body up and presses up against Tony for another kiss. ] —is a regular camping, tent activity? [ There's a big, satisfied grin on Steve's face.
His hand lets go of the zipper though and for the first time, Steve doesn't return his hand to Tony's back. Instead, with some hesitance, mostly because he wants to savor this, he rakes his fingers through Tony's hair. ]
You did not. But you’re forgiven ‘cause it’s a pretty damn good surprise.
[ Tony’s damn sure that the grin on his face is never going to go away, especially when Steve kisses him again.
But then he follows that up by running his fingers through his hair, and Tony closes his eyes as he does that, as if enjoying the sensation of it. To the point that he tilts his head a little towards where his touch is, as if to ensure himself that this won’t stop just yet. His hair has always been a weakness of his and, considering he looks almost like a cat enjoying being petted right about now, it’s probably more than a little bit obvious. ]
And you’re wonderful. [ The words come out in almost a sort of purr before he leans in and presses a kiss against the side of Steve’s neck. It’s quick - he doesn’t want him to think he’s pressuring him into anything, but he couldn’t help it. ]
[ The first thing Steve notices is how soft Tony's hair is and how easy it is for his fingers to move through it. He smiles when he sees the way Tony reacts — it's incredibly endearing — and when his fingers have run their course, Steve starts again. He could never imagine that he could do anything that would satisfy Tony this much, and the fact that it's happening makes Steve want to do it more. Frankly, given the way Tony's practically purring, Steve doesn't plan on stopping, and if Tony falls asleep like this, Steve would be more than happy to hold him there all night long.
That little whisper though, followed by a quick kiss on his neck makes Steve gasp just a little. It's quiet enough, but given that Tony's literally laying on him, it won't be hard to hear. No one's ever kissed him there before and the touch of Tony's lips on his skin sends an electric tingle down and through his body. And well, Steve's starting to be extremely grateful that while their eyes had adjusted long ago to be able to see each other, it's still extremely hard to see the color on his cheeks. ]
[ It probably is a good thing that they’re there in the dark, because Tony has a feeling he has an awfully ridiculous look on his face. Considering how detached he was from the world the last few years, and his break up with Pepper seven years ago, Tony hasn’t exactly had this level of affection in a while.
That gasp distracts him, though, and Tony can’t help but grin. He adjusts his position slightly so that his bad arm won’t get caught between him and Steve, and once he’s positioned better he settles against him. Not to sleep, exactly - at least not yet - but just so they can enjoy each other for a moment.
And, well, it’s also so he can be in a better position since he just has to tilt his head slightly and he can press a kiss against Steve’s neck again. ]
[ On the other hand, Steve's last moment of affection wasn't too long ago — but it was more pained than affectionate. One day soon, he thinks, he'll tell Tony about how he nearly never came back after returning the stones. But also, too, about how he finally went back to see Peggy, and while she finally got that dance he'd promised, she'd told him soon after that she was seeing someone already. He could see in her eyes that if he chose to stay, she'd always pick him. But in that moment, Steve truly understood that he no longer belonged back in time — and that he'd have to find his happiness here, in the present.
And god is he grateful that instead of upending Peggy's life, he decided to come back. Because with each stroke of his fingers, the more Steve finds himself exploring, tucking a few strands of hair behind each of Tony's ears, only to find some of them emerging again regardless. His fingers follow too, to where Tony's hair meets his neck, and he plays with a couple curls that are still new and haven't been elongated with length and time.
Even the way Tony settles against him feels perfect — like there's nowhere else he'd rather be than beneath Tony, right here. And there's nowhere he'd rather Tony be, then right on top of him.
It's silly though, given how much kissing has been happening, that Steve doesn't expect Tony to kiss him on the neck again. But this time, when it does happen, the tilt of Tony's head gives him some warning and instead of gasping, Steve just takes a quick breath in, and the rise of his chest raises some of Tony with him. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, just barely, because he's trying very hard to sound normal. But truth is, he doesn't feel normal. He feels something that he's never really felt before. ] It's... great. [ There's just a little hint of hesitation in Steve's voice, but there's a lot of pleasure too, even if he's trying to hide it. ]
[ God, he thinks. It's so nice to feel the way that Steve's fingers run through his hair. It feels like there's a smile on his face that is now permanently affixed to his face. He loves being able to hear his heartbeat underneath his ear. The way that his breathing makes him go up and down along with the way his chest moves. It's so comforting, so perfect, that for a moment he just stays there, quiet and savoring the moment.
But then Steve says that yes, it's okay for him to kiss his neck, and that it's great, and it gives Tony other ideas. Ideas that he's morbidly thankful to have one arm out of commission, because he already knows it would be hard to contain himself otherwise. He just wants to roam Steve's body, get to know every corner of him that he can. As it is, his hand moves along his side, close to the hem of his shirt and by pure accident (he thinks) he feels his fingers brushing softly against Steve's side as he kisses his neck again. It probably also doesn't help that the kiss is slow, lingering as he breathes him in.
When it clicks what he did, he pauses for a moment as if to test for reaction. If Steve doesn't seem to mind it, he'll continue, but if not he'l just stop and stay where he's at. Either way, he's perfectly happy with either option. ]
[ It's not that Steve is woefully naive, he does know how most of this is supposed to work. But the difference between knowing it and experiencing it is dramatically different (apparently). When he feels that lingering kiss and the heat of Tony's breath, paired with a new sensation right around his abs, Steve's mouth opens like he's gasping again, but this time, no sound comes out. Instead, what Tony will be able to hear is how Steve's heart rate is speeding up.
Steve looks down at Tony then, his blue eyes excited and scared and curious to know what lies at the end of this tunnel. And even in this lackluster light, he sees again how attractive Tony is, and part of him just wants to pull Tony up and kiss until the sun rises. But then he feels another one of those kisses on his neck and a brush of Tony's finger against his bare skin, and before he can stop it, Steve lets out a small moan. ]
[ Tony's ready to stop if needed, but when Steve doesn't pull away or asks him to stop, he sees it as an invitation. Of course, he's ready to stop at any minute, and he tries to be as aware of Steve's reaction through the darkness just by how he's breathing and how his body feels.
That's why, when he hears that moan, Tony becomes a little bit more bold. He slips his hand under Steve's shirt, feeling the way his body feels. How warm he feels, and it's as if it sends a surge of electricity along his body. Tony's breathing gets a little heavier as he can feel his body reacting to how Steve is reacting, and he kisses his neck again. ]
Ha- [ It comes out more breathy than anything else, when he feels Tony's hand inside his shirt, and suddenly, Steve knows he doesn't just want ... whatever's about to happen to just happen to him. Instead, he starts to match some of Tony's movements, even if he does it much more cautiously. One of his hands is already tracing along the edge of Tony's shirt, and when Steve feels Tony's next kiss on his neck, one of his hands slips instinctively beneath the fabric and his fingers press into Tony back as he moans again. ]
You're incredible. [ He repeats, in a whisper that evaporates back into silence as soon as he says it. ] I did already tell you that, right?
[ The sensation of Steve’s hand slipping under his shirt is a pleasant surprise, and Tony can’t help but let out a quiet moan of approval under his breath as he grins. ]
You did. [ It’s said just as quietly, followed but another kiss. One that lasts a little longer than the last. ] But it’s okay.
[ He traces his fingers up along his side, memorizing the way they move or tense or relax, depending on what he’s doing. ]
I think you’re fascinating. [ He looks up at Steve, before lifting his head up enough to be able to reach for a kiss on his lips. This time, it’s not slow or lingering; it’s hungry, deeper as if to encourage Steve to continue doing what he’s doing. ]
[ Steve pretty sure that these kisses are going to be the death of him. He'd never even known that part of his neck was sensitive in this way and that with just a little bit of pressure, Tony could make him feel all types of things.
Beneath his shirt, Tony's fingers will also be able to find out a lot of things about his body. Steve's skin is completely smooth, no scars, no hair, nothing but beautiful skin paired with the dips and valleys created by his muscles. And yeah, there are ... a lot of muscles.
That final hungry kiss on the lips though, makes Steve realize that maybe tonight, he and Tony might take this further than he ever could've predicted. Because god, Steve feels like he just wants to be as close as humanly possible to Tony — he wants him. And as the kiss gets deeper and hungry, both of Steve's hands now, have found their way beneath Tony's shirt, just above his waist. He's nowhere near the sling — Steve's still rational enough to pay attention to that — but he's holding onto Tony now in a way that's much stronger than before. ]
[ The sensation of Steve’s skin and muscles, paired with the way he’s holding him, is revving up his desire for Steve in a way that he hadn’t expected. Or, rather, that he didn’t think they’d get to explore here, of all places.
He can’t help it, though. As their kiss deepens, and Steve’s hold on him tightens, Tony’s hips seem to even have a mind of their own as he tries to press himself closer against Steve. As if this isn’t already close enough. As if he needs more.
It’s to the point that he doesn’t even think about his arm, or the sling, or where Steve is. His desire for him is even overriding the hesitancy he would be feeling in this moment at the idea that Steve could see or feel the way his skin is scarred on his right side, or feel the old stab wound that Thanos had done on Titan. Right now he’s more interested in Steve, in how he feels, in how he wants him so badly that it’s driving him crazy. ]
[ Tony's hips pressing into him immediately releases a moan from Steve's lips, even if he was doing his best to hold it in. And if there was any doubt before that Steve wants this, it's put to rest by how Steve follows suit, holding Tony's hips against his own as he presses up. And by then, both of them can really feel how much they want each other.
Steve can tell too, that with all the ways Tony has progressed with him tonight, he's done it in a way where Steve could've easily said no, let's stay here, and Tony would've been okay with it. He appreciates it, a lot, but right now, Steve feels a heat inside himself that he doesn't want to put out. He wants... ]
Tony— [ He whispers, neck still tilted up, eyes still closed. ] I—... want this. I want you. [ Steve sound so breathless then, but he wants to give permission, if that's at all what Tony is looking for, and when Steve opens his eyes, it's to look down at Tony to see if he wants the same. ]
[ The way Steve breathes and lets out those moans make Tony breathless in the best way possible. Especially as he feels the way he presses his own hips up, and Tony’s kiss becomes almost desperate as if begging him for more.
The moment Steve speaks, though, Tony pulls back. He’s ready to stop if needed, and for a moment he thinks that this is it. That he hit the limit, and he’d be understanding about it if that was the case. It shows in how he tries to manage the way he’s breathing at once, as if to reassure Steve that he’ll be fine if this is where it all stops for tonight.
The request to stop doesn’t come, though. It’s the exact opposite, and Tony can’t help but blink in surprise at first. The surprise doesn’t last for long, though, and Tony leans in to kiss him. ]
I want you, too. God, I want you so badly.
[ He presses another kiss against his lips, and shifts his position so that he can reach for the button and zipper of Steve’s pants. ]
[ Steve can feel his body literally longing for Tony's when he pulls back. He sees that surprised look on Tony's face and for a second, Steve wonders if he jumped the gun. Did he just give consent to something Tony doesn't want? Wasn't looking for? Oh god—
But Tony's words and especially that kiss shuts up the thoughts in Steve's mind and when Tony tells Steve he's all his, the grin that spreads on Steve's face is undeniable. At that moment, somehow, Steve feels like he's fallen so hard, and so fast for a man he's known for the better part of his life now. And he couldn't be happier. ]
I'm yours too, Tony. Completely— [ is all he manages to get out before he feels Tony's hands get inside his zipper, and even through the fabric of his boxers, the friction of Tony's hand against him is enough to render him speechless. ]
[ Tony's lips part into a grin of his own when Steve mentions that he's his, and lets his hand wander into Steve's pants. At first it's only to run his fingers along the edge of the waistline of his boxers easier as he kisses him, as if teasing him and trying to rev him up a bit more, before slipping his fingers deeper. Except, instead of teasing Steve it feels like he's teasing himself. The sensation of his skin makes that desire for him heighten, and for a moment it leaves him breathless.
He doesn't stop, though. Tony pulls back again, but only so he can straddle Steve and he can pull his pants down a bit lower. Only having one functional arm is a bitch in a moment like this, when all he wants to do is undress him and touch him everywhere, but thankfully Steve picks up wherever Tony can't. He takes in every curve of his body, every dip that he can find. Every once in a while he leans back down to kiss him, as if he needs him to breathe right at this point, but even then his hips grind against his as they make out.
Undressing each other feels like it goes by relatively quickly, especially since it's mainly Steve who he focuses on undressing, and for a moment Tony hates that the tent is so dark since it means he can't see him all that clearly in their first night together. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. The way he feels against him is all he can focus on. The way he feels when he's inside him makes his breathing ragged, his grip on Steve tightening as his thoughts feel disjointed from the sense of bliss that he feels. If at any point he feels Steve hesitating over what to do or where to hold him in fear of hurting him, Tony would briskly shake his head before kissing him hungrily again if he's in a spot where he can reach, as if to make him forget about that concern. 'I need you,' he would remind him, almost begging him so he won't stop holding him harder. Rougher. He even forgets about the hesitancy from earlier about Steve seeing - or feeling, considering the darkness - how his body is carved. He wants him to touch him, to want him as much as he wants him. He doesn't want to be treated gently, not for this. Never for this.
He just wants him, almost desperately. Their relationship had never reached this level before, never in a million years would he have thought this could be possible, but now that it is he doesn't want to waste time anymore. ]
[ In many ways, this entire night feels surreal. Steve can hardly believe what's happening — how strongly he feels about Tony already, how much he wants him, how perfect Tony feels to him, and how unbelievable it is that he wants him back in the same way.
It's why, as Tony teases along his waistline, Steve knows he's reached the point of no return. He realizes then that it's not just his body, but all of him that wants Tony to take and explore everything he has to offer, and Steve wants to do the same in return.
The next hour then, feels both like it lasts a second and an eternity. As Tony pulls on his pants, Steve tugs his own shirt over his head and throws it to the side. Unlike Tony, he's glad for how dark the tent is, because ever since the serum gave him this body, he's never shared it like this with anyone before, and it sets him more at ease that right now, a least on their first time, Steve doesn't have to think about Tony's expression when he sees it, and instead, all communication comes from the way Tony holds and touches him hungrily.
He learns, oh boy does he learn a lot, from Tony too, by taking his lead and letting him show him how and what to do so they both end up feeling complete and utter bliss. And god, when he feels Tony inside him, an experience Steve never knew he'd ever have in his life, he knows that this is right. After all, he's been looking for the right partner all his life, and god was Tony worth the wait.
Once Tony's made him experience things he will never forget, however, Steve wants to return the favor. And in the beginning, he is gentle — gentler then even he wants to be because of Tony's arm — but to his surprise, Tony kisses him so hungrily and whispers that shivering 'I need you' into Steve's ear — and yeah, okay, Steve tries to comply. The act that ultimately sets up how rough Steve is going to be, however, comes accidentally. Most of Tony's clothes are still on, even if they'd loosened and unzipped all the relevant places already. But Steve wants to feel all of him, and for a moment, he loses track of his own strength. Both his hands are tugging at the collar of Tony's shirt, achingly, as his kisses only grow in hunger, when Steve hears the sound of cotton ripping at Tony's collar. His eyes blink sharply open then, looking at Tony in fear that he'd just taken something too far, but what he sees instead, is desire matched with another moaning whisper for Steve to keep going. After that, amidst a chaos of kisses and moans between them, Steve rips Tony's shirt entirely open.
After that, he doesn't hesitate anymore. He picks Tony up and sets him down so his back is against the inside of the sleeping bags, reversing their position so that Steve can start kissing Tony everywhere — including every single one of his scars and the new ones created on his arm and neck and the side of his face. He savors every touch of his lips, teasing Tony as he goes, one hand always bringing Tony closer to release as his lips make his way around Tony's body. And then, right when he feels Tony practically begging for it, Steve slides himself inside him, his hand never leaving Tony as they thrust and grab and grip at each other with such force that it will surely leave bruises in the morning.
And in the end, when they're both panting and breathless and completely spent, Steve moves Tony back on top of him, gently, and wraps the sleeping bag around them both like a soft cocoon, and he holds Tony that way for the rest of the night, as they both drift off to sleep. ]
[ If there's any bit of Steve that is doubtful of how much Tony wants him, and how rough he's comfortable with, when Steve rips the collar of his shirt is a very clear answer. There's no doubt that Tony had already been turned on, but that act alone threatens to undo him right there on the spot. That's why he's so quick to encourage him to continue, to even go harder if he wants to, and when he rips his shirt entirely open Tony's convinced that Steve Rogers is welcome to rip through his entire wardrobe if it means it happens like this every time.
For a brief second his mind goes back to his scars, though, and the stupid fear that Steve will be revolted by them threatens to dampen his mood, but the way that Steve kisses him and all the grooves and dips in his body from the scars stops it from actually happening. He would be lying if he said that it doesn't feel good as he does that, the intimate act of letting Steve in and touching a part of him that literally only three other people the world have seen (in a very different context, obviously), and it surprises him when he realizes that with Steve, this is easy. That being this intimate with him is this comfortable. It makes him fall for him even harder. It makes him want him even more desperately, and he already knows he'll be delighted by whatever bruises show on him in the morning.
By the time he drifts off to sleep, curled into Steve, his clothes and sling have been discarded off to the side. He's perfectly comfortable against him, his body already addicted to the way Steve's body feels against his. Throughout the night he doesn't move, blissfully content and spent after their night together, and for the first time since his nights in Wakanda, he sleeps perfectly throughout the night. The sun shining outside of their tent is what finally wakes him, but even then, it takes him a moment to actually want to open his eyes. He's so comfortable and warm that he just wants to stay wrapped up in it for as long as he can, and...
...he remembers exactly why he's this comfortable. Why he's this warm. A sleepy smile crosses his lips at the memories of last night, and while it still feels too good to be true, his body tells him that it definitely had not been a dream. His whole body is sore in the best way possible, and even if his arm is already aching in a way that he knows might need his meds later, it's worth it. So completely worth it. Now that it's not so dark in the tent, he also knows that Steve will be able to see the way his arm and right side of his torso look, how the skin is scarred much more than his face and neck are with large patches of skin still looking raw and angry even if they're as healed as they can get, but to his credit he doesn't immediately slink off to get dressed right away. Last night their relationship had stepped into new territory, and if this is going to become a more frequent occurrence... Well. He might as well let Steve see what he has been hiding under long sleeves and the sling.
When he feels Steve stir, Tony finally opens his eyes, the sleepy smile from earlier growing a bit more. It all still feels too good to be true, like waking next to Steve is something that he could have only dreamt of, but he's delighted to realize that it's real. He's really here. ]
[ Eyes blinking open slowly, Tony's face is the first thing he sees. He looks beautiful, given how the sun has lit up the tent, and there's a sleepy smile on Steve's face as his own memories of last night start to come back to him. ]
Good morning.
[ Steves moves his hands and arms a little, brushing up and down against Tony as he does, as if confirming that this is real, that his sense aren't playing tricks on him, that Tony Stark is in his arms right now, having slept there all night — and that the two of them, entirely naked and warm and comfortable, are still pressed against each other. ]
So— [ he asks, proudly admiring the way Tony's body slowly moves with his when he breathes in and out. ] —how'd you like sleeping in a tent?
[ And god, once he starts to remember, scenes from last night start pouring back into his memory. Running out of air. Ripping Tony's shirt open. Holding him closely, right after. And maybe Steve is still a little emboldened by how much Tony encouraged him last night, but as he waits for the answer, Steve moves one hand up into Tony's hair, smiling as he does so because he remembers how much Tony enjoyed it yesterday. But simultaneously, he moves his other hand down over Tony's back, over his waist and dangerously close to his ass, before he just leaves his hand there, his thumb brushing up and down against Tony's skin. ]
[ Tony takes a deep breath as he shifts his head so that he's closer to Steve, breathing him in. God, it's intoxicating the way he makes him feel. The way his hands and arms feel against him, how his body is pressed against his. He idly wonders if they even need to get up at all, or if they can stay in the tent the rest of the day.
That thought especially settles in his brain as he feels the way that he runs his fingers through his hair, the way his other hand moves along his body. It sends a shiver of pleasure run along his spine, but by the way that Tony grins as he seems to melt against Steve even further, it's clear that all of this is more than welcome. ]
I loved it. Highly recommended, would definitely do it again.
[ He moves enough so that he can press a kiss against Steve's chest before grinning. ]
[ Steve laughs first, just a soft chuckle. Then he sighs happily at that kiss and he smiles at Tony. ] Well, you're welcome to sleep on me every time. [ He wraps a bit of Tony's hair around his finger then, playing with it for a second, before untangling it. ] I really like having you here. [ And whether he means on the camping trip, or literally on top of him ... well, it's debatable. But Steve probably means both.
He presses his own kiss to the top of Tony's head then, before asking: ] Hungry? Or would you like to stay here for a while?
[ The sound of that laugh of his, especially this close to him, fills Tony with such warmth that it mesmerizes him at first. He always knew he liked Steve's laugh, but now... This is a whole new level of like that he hadn't known before. ]
Careful, I'm going to take you up on that. [ Sleeping on him is something that Tony's already hoping he'll be able to do more often. The way he smiles, happy and content, is proof of how much he's loving this. ] I really like being here.
[ At Steve's question, Tony actually considers it before he lets out a quiet chuckle. ] I'd love to stay here, but you gave me quite the workout so food sounds good.
[ If Steve wasn't convinced that it'd be too much to suggest after the first ... was it really ... yeah, the first day of their new relationship, he'd be more than happy to have Tony sleepover every night, and to wake up like this with him every morning. Instead though, he just gives Tony a loving smile.
He actually blushes a little at Tony's workout comment though, and now that it's light again, Tony will be able to see it. Still. ]
I did promise you the best pancakes of your life. [ Steve's arms then both slide back toward Tony's shoulders. ] Okay. Ready? [ He doesn't really say for what, but with a tiny foreshadowing rock to Tony's right, Steve then rolls them both on Tony's left so Steve's on top of him again. He tries, too, to put the least amount of pressure on Tony's body as possible when they move. ]
Alright.
[ He leans down then to give Tony a full kiss, before he extracts himself from the sleeping bag and pulls on his boxers. As he kneels down to unzip the tent flap, he spots his shirt too, and brings that outside with him to pull on. ]
They'll be ready soon. [ He promises, before stepping out. ]
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Even in his short term memory, it feels like they went slow — that they stayed upright and melted into one another for forever — but time has a weird way of stretching when you're completely consumed by someone else. In actuality, it took only about one more minute before Steve leaned back or Tony nudged forward, and before they knew it, Tony was on top of Steve, their bodies aligning perfectly and throughout the rest of the night, as long as Tony didn't try to get off, Steve's arms held and helped to keep him there.
And now, every time Steve takes a breath, he moves Tony's entire body up and down with him. The tent is starting to heat up, for no other reason than the fact that the two of them — and Steve, with the serum coursing through his veins — were using up all the oxygen and generating a lot of heat. But without skipping a beat, Steve takes only one of his hands away, searching above and behind him for the tent zipper before he drags it up just a foot and breeze of cold, fresh air enters the tent.
When they both feel it, it's as if breathing takes on a whole new meaning, and Steve just finds himself chuckling into Tony before he finally breaks away to get some air.
Never, in a million years, had Steve ever thought that it would be Tony. They'd had so many obstacles between them. And yet, here they are, so happy, so breathless, so spent and yet both wanting so much more.
It's been a long time since he's been this excited in his life. And despite how much he isn't willing to admit it right now, Steve feels like this... this has to be it. Nothing could beat this. ]
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When the air seems to literally run out of the tent and Steve needs to open up the flap, Tony’s breathless but it’s clear from the delighted grin on his face that he’s completely fine with this. That this has been the best use of their time, obviously, just because of how happy they both feel right now. ]
God, you’re beautiful. [ He presses a kiss against his jaw before kissing him again. It doesn’t last as long, since he’s still catching his breath, but he just couldn’t help it. ]
I think I’m sold on the whole tent thing with this, by the way. [ He smirks, mischievously. ] You may just have to make out with me more if I start having second thoughts about it.
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But Tony follows it up with another kiss and Steve just finds himself even more out of breath as he watches the gorgeous, brilliant man on top of him. ]
Oh, yeah. Did I not mention that this— [ He pushes his body up and presses up against Tony for another kiss. ] —is a regular camping, tent activity? [ There's a big, satisfied grin on Steve's face.
His hand lets go of the zipper though and for the first time, Steve doesn't return his hand to Tony's back. Instead, with some hesitance, mostly because he wants to savor this, he rakes his fingers through Tony's hair. ]
You're... incredible.
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[ Tony’s damn sure that the grin on his face is never going to go away, especially when Steve kisses him again.
But then he follows that up by running his fingers through his hair, and Tony closes his eyes as he does that, as if enjoying the sensation of it. To the point that he tilts his head a little towards where his touch is, as if to ensure himself that this won’t stop just yet. His hair has always been a weakness of his and, considering he looks almost like a cat enjoying being petted right about now, it’s probably more than a little bit obvious. ]
And you’re wonderful. [ The words come out in almost a sort of purr before he leans in and presses a kiss against the side of Steve’s neck. It’s quick - he doesn’t want him to think he’s pressuring him into anything, but he couldn’t help it. ]
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That little whisper though, followed by a quick kiss on his neck makes Steve gasp just a little. It's quiet enough, but given that Tony's literally laying on him, it won't be hard to hear. No one's ever kissed him there before and the touch of Tony's lips on his skin sends an electric tingle down and through his body. And well, Steve's starting to be extremely grateful that while their eyes had adjusted long ago to be able to see each other, it's still extremely hard to see the color on his cheeks. ]
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That gasp distracts him, though, and Tony can’t help but grin. He adjusts his position slightly so that his bad arm won’t get caught between him and Steve, and once he’s positioned better he settles against him. Not to sleep, exactly - at least not yet - but just so they can enjoy each other for a moment.
And, well, it’s also so he can be in a better position since he just has to tilt his head slightly and he can press a kiss against Steve’s neck again. ]
Is this okay?
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And god is he grateful that instead of upending Peggy's life, he decided to come back. Because with each stroke of his fingers, the more Steve finds himself exploring, tucking a few strands of hair behind each of Tony's ears, only to find some of them emerging again regardless. His fingers follow too, to where Tony's hair meets his neck, and he plays with a couple curls that are still new and haven't been elongated with length and time.
Even the way Tony settles against him feels perfect — like there's nowhere else he'd rather be than beneath Tony, right here. And there's nowhere he'd rather Tony be, then right on top of him.
It's silly though, given how much kissing has been happening, that Steve doesn't expect Tony to kiss him on the neck again. But this time, when it does happen, the tilt of Tony's head gives him some warning and instead of gasping, Steve just takes a quick breath in, and the rise of his chest raises some of Tony with him. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, just barely, because he's trying very hard to sound normal. But truth is, he doesn't feel normal. He feels something that he's never really felt before. ] It's... great. [ There's just a little hint of hesitation in Steve's voice, but there's a lot of pleasure too, even if he's trying to hide it. ]
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But then Steve says that yes, it's okay for him to kiss his neck, and that it's great, and it gives Tony other ideas. Ideas that he's morbidly thankful to have one arm out of commission, because he already knows it would be hard to contain himself otherwise. He just wants to roam Steve's body, get to know every corner of him that he can. As it is, his hand moves along his side, close to the hem of his shirt and by pure accident (he thinks) he feels his fingers brushing softly against Steve's side as he kisses his neck again. It probably also doesn't help that the kiss is slow, lingering as he breathes him in.
When it clicks what he did, he pauses for a moment as if to test for reaction. If Steve doesn't seem to mind it, he'll continue, but if not he'l just stop and stay where he's at. Either way, he's perfectly happy with either option. ]
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Steve looks down at Tony then, his blue eyes excited and scared and curious to know what lies at the end of this tunnel. And even in this lackluster light, he sees again how attractive Tony is, and part of him just wants to pull Tony up and kiss until the sun rises. But then he feels another one of those kisses on his neck and a brush of Tony's finger against his bare skin, and before he can stop it, Steve lets out a small moan. ]
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That's why, when he hears that moan, Tony becomes a little bit more bold. He slips his hand under Steve's shirt, feeling the way his body feels. How warm he feels, and it's as if it sends a surge of electricity along his body. Tony's breathing gets a little heavier as he can feel his body reacting to how Steve is reacting, and he kisses his neck again. ]
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You're incredible. [ He repeats, in a whisper that evaporates back into silence as soon as he says it. ] I did already tell you that, right?
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You did. [ It’s said just as quietly, followed but another kiss. One that lasts a little longer than the last. ] But it’s okay.
[ He traces his fingers up along his side, memorizing the way they move or tense or relax, depending on what he’s doing. ]
I think you’re fascinating. [ He looks up at Steve, before lifting his head up enough to be able to reach for a kiss on his lips. This time, it’s not slow or lingering; it’s hungry, deeper as if to encourage Steve to continue doing what he’s doing. ]
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Beneath his shirt, Tony's fingers will also be able to find out a lot of things about his body. Steve's skin is completely smooth, no scars, no hair, nothing but beautiful skin paired with the dips and valleys created by his muscles. And yeah, there are ... a lot of muscles.
That final hungry kiss on the lips though, makes Steve realize that maybe tonight, he and Tony might take this further than he ever could've predicted. Because god, Steve feels like he just wants to be as close as humanly possible to Tony — he wants him. And as the kiss gets deeper and hungry, both of Steve's hands now, have found their way beneath Tony's shirt, just above his waist. He's nowhere near the sling — Steve's still rational enough to pay attention to that — but he's holding onto Tony now in a way that's much stronger than before. ]
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He can’t help it, though. As their kiss deepens, and Steve’s hold on him tightens, Tony’s hips seem to even have a mind of their own as he tries to press himself closer against Steve. As if this isn’t already close enough. As if he needs more.
It’s to the point that he doesn’t even think about his arm, or the sling, or where Steve is. His desire for him is even overriding the hesitancy he would be feeling in this moment at the idea that Steve could see or feel the way his skin is scarred on his right side, or feel the old stab wound that Thanos had done on Titan. Right now he’s more interested in Steve, in how he feels, in how he wants him so badly that it’s driving him crazy. ]
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Steve can tell too, that with all the ways Tony has progressed with him tonight, he's done it in a way where Steve could've easily said no, let's stay here, and Tony would've been okay with it. He appreciates it, a lot, but right now, Steve feels a heat inside himself that he doesn't want to put out. He wants... ]
Tony— [ He whispers, neck still tilted up, eyes still closed. ] I—... want this. I want you. [ Steve sound so breathless then, but he wants to give permission, if that's at all what Tony is looking for, and when Steve opens his eyes, it's to look down at Tony to see if he wants the same. ]
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The moment Steve speaks, though, Tony pulls back. He’s ready to stop if needed, and for a moment he thinks that this is it. That he hit the limit, and he’d be understanding about it if that was the case. It shows in how he tries to manage the way he’s breathing at once, as if to reassure Steve that he’ll be fine if this is where it all stops for tonight.
The request to stop doesn’t come, though. It’s the exact opposite, and Tony can’t help but blink in surprise at first. The surprise doesn’t last for long, though, and Tony leans in to kiss him. ]
I want you, too. God, I want you so badly.
[ He presses another kiss against his lips, and shifts his position so that he can reach for the button and zipper of Steve’s pants. ]
I’m yours, Steve. I’m all yours.
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But Tony's words and especially that kiss shuts up the thoughts in Steve's mind and when Tony tells Steve he's all his, the grin that spreads on Steve's face is undeniable. At that moment, somehow, Steve feels like he's fallen so hard, and so fast for a man he's known for the better part of his life now. And he couldn't be happier. ]
I'm yours too, Tony. Completely— [ is all he manages to get out before he feels Tony's hands get inside his zipper, and even through the fabric of his boxers, the friction of Tony's hand against him is enough to render him speechless. ]
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He doesn't stop, though. Tony pulls back again, but only so he can straddle Steve and he can pull his pants down a bit lower. Only having one functional arm is a bitch in a moment like this, when all he wants to do is undress him and touch him everywhere, but thankfully Steve picks up wherever Tony can't. He takes in every curve of his body, every dip that he can find. Every once in a while he leans back down to kiss him, as if he needs him to breathe right at this point, but even then his hips grind against his as they make out.
Undressing each other feels like it goes by relatively quickly, especially since it's mainly Steve who he focuses on undressing, and for a moment Tony hates that the tent is so dark since it means he can't see him all that clearly in their first night together. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. The way he feels against him is all he can focus on. The way he feels when he's inside him makes his breathing ragged, his grip on Steve tightening as his thoughts feel disjointed from the sense of bliss that he feels. If at any point he feels Steve hesitating over what to do or where to hold him in fear of hurting him, Tony would briskly shake his head before kissing him hungrily again if he's in a spot where he can reach, as if to make him forget about that concern. 'I need you,' he would remind him, almost begging him so he won't stop holding him harder. Rougher. He even forgets about the hesitancy from earlier about Steve seeing - or feeling, considering the darkness - how his body is carved. He wants him to touch him, to want him as much as he wants him. He doesn't want to be treated gently, not for this. Never for this.
He just wants him, almost desperately. Their relationship had never reached this level before, never in a million years would he have thought this could be possible, but now that it is he doesn't want to waste time anymore. ]
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It's why, as Tony teases along his waistline, Steve knows he's reached the point of no return. He realizes then that it's not just his body, but all of him that wants Tony to take and explore everything he has to offer, and Steve wants to do the same in return.
The next hour then, feels both like it lasts a second and an eternity. As Tony pulls on his pants, Steve tugs his own shirt over his head and throws it to the side. Unlike Tony, he's glad for how dark the tent is, because ever since the serum gave him this body, he's never shared it like this with anyone before, and it sets him more at ease that right now, a least on their first time, Steve doesn't have to think about Tony's expression when he sees it, and instead, all communication comes from the way Tony holds and touches him hungrily.
He learns, oh boy does he learn a lot, from Tony too, by taking his lead and letting him show him how and what to do so they both end up feeling complete and utter bliss. And god, when he feels Tony inside him, an experience Steve never knew he'd ever have in his life, he knows that this is right. After all, he's been looking for the right partner all his life, and god was Tony worth the wait.
Once Tony's made him experience things he will never forget, however, Steve wants to return the favor. And in the beginning, he is gentle — gentler then even he wants to be because of Tony's arm — but to his surprise, Tony kisses him so hungrily and whispers that shivering 'I need you' into Steve's ear — and yeah, okay, Steve tries to comply. The act that ultimately sets up how rough Steve is going to be, however, comes accidentally. Most of Tony's clothes are still on, even if they'd loosened and unzipped all the relevant places already. But Steve wants to feel all of him, and for a moment, he loses track of his own strength. Both his hands are tugging at the collar of Tony's shirt, achingly, as his kisses only grow in hunger, when Steve hears the sound of cotton ripping at Tony's collar. His eyes blink sharply open then, looking at Tony in fear that he'd just taken something too far, but what he sees instead, is desire matched with another moaning whisper for Steve to keep going. After that, amidst a chaos of kisses and moans between them, Steve rips Tony's shirt entirely open.
After that, he doesn't hesitate anymore. He picks Tony up and sets him down so his back is against the inside of the sleeping bags, reversing their position so that Steve can start kissing Tony everywhere — including every single one of his scars and the new ones created on his arm and neck and the side of his face. He savors every touch of his lips, teasing Tony as he goes, one hand always bringing Tony closer to release as his lips make his way around Tony's body. And then, right when he feels Tony practically begging for it, Steve slides himself inside him, his hand never leaving Tony as they thrust and grab and grip at each other with such force that it will surely leave bruises in the morning.
And in the end, when they're both panting and breathless and completely spent, Steve moves Tony back on top of him, gently, and wraps the sleeping bag around them both like a soft cocoon, and he holds Tony that way for the rest of the night, as they both drift off to sleep. ]
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For a brief second his mind goes back to his scars, though, and the stupid fear that Steve will be revolted by them threatens to dampen his mood, but the way that Steve kisses him and all the grooves and dips in his body from the scars stops it from actually happening. He would be lying if he said that it doesn't feel good as he does that, the intimate act of letting Steve in and touching a part of him that literally only three other people the world have seen (in a very different context, obviously), and it surprises him when he realizes that with Steve, this is easy. That being this intimate with him is this comfortable. It makes him fall for him even harder. It makes him want him even more desperately, and he already knows he'll be delighted by whatever bruises show on him in the morning.
By the time he drifts off to sleep, curled into Steve, his clothes and sling have been discarded off to the side. He's perfectly comfortable against him, his body already addicted to the way Steve's body feels against his. Throughout the night he doesn't move, blissfully content and spent after their night together, and for the first time since his nights in Wakanda, he sleeps perfectly throughout the night. The sun shining outside of their tent is what finally wakes him, but even then, it takes him a moment to actually want to open his eyes. He's so comfortable and warm that he just wants to stay wrapped up in it for as long as he can, and...
...he remembers exactly why he's this comfortable. Why he's this warm. A sleepy smile crosses his lips at the memories of last night, and while it still feels too good to be true, his body tells him that it definitely had not been a dream. His whole body is sore in the best way possible, and even if his arm is already aching in a way that he knows might need his meds later, it's worth it. So completely worth it. Now that it's not so dark in the tent, he also knows that Steve will be able to see the way his arm and right side of his torso look, how the skin is scarred much more than his face and neck are with large patches of skin still looking raw and angry even if they're as healed as they can get, but to his credit he doesn't immediately slink off to get dressed right away. Last night their relationship had stepped into new territory, and if this is going to become a more frequent occurrence... Well. He might as well let Steve see what he has been hiding under long sleeves and the sling.
When he feels Steve stir, Tony finally opens his eyes, the sleepy smile from earlier growing a bit more. It all still feels too good to be true, like waking next to Steve is something that he could have only dreamt of, but he's delighted to realize that it's real. He's really here. ]
Good morning, gorgeous.
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Good morning.
[ Steves moves his hands and arms a little, brushing up and down against Tony as he does, as if confirming that this is real, that his sense aren't playing tricks on him, that Tony Stark is in his arms right now, having slept there all night — and that the two of them, entirely naked and warm and comfortable, are still pressed against each other. ]
So— [ he asks, proudly admiring the way Tony's body slowly moves with his when he breathes in and out. ] —how'd you like sleeping in a tent?
[ And god, once he starts to remember, scenes from last night start pouring back into his memory. Running out of air. Ripping Tony's shirt open. Holding him closely, right after. And maybe Steve is still a little emboldened by how much Tony encouraged him last night, but as he waits for the answer, Steve moves one hand up into Tony's hair, smiling as he does so because he remembers how much Tony enjoyed it yesterday. But simultaneously, he moves his other hand down over Tony's back, over his waist and dangerously close to his ass, before he just leaves his hand there, his thumb brushing up and down against Tony's skin. ]
Hm?
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That thought especially settles in his brain as he feels the way that he runs his fingers through his hair, the way his other hand moves along his body. It sends a shiver of pleasure run along his spine, but by the way that Tony grins as he seems to melt against Steve even further, it's clear that all of this is more than welcome. ]
I loved it. Highly recommended, would definitely do it again.
[ He moves enough so that he can press a kiss against Steve's chest before grinning. ]
And, well, you are a wonderful pillow.
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He presses his own kiss to the top of Tony's head then, before asking: ] Hungry? Or would you like to stay here for a while?
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Careful, I'm going to take you up on that. [ Sleeping on him is something that Tony's already hoping he'll be able to do more often. The way he smiles, happy and content, is proof of how much he's loving this. ] I really like being here.
[ At Steve's question, Tony actually considers it before he lets out a quiet chuckle. ] I'd love to stay here, but you gave me quite the workout so food sounds good.
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He actually blushes a little at Tony's workout comment though, and now that it's light again, Tony will be able to see it. Still. ]
I did promise you the best pancakes of your life. [ Steve's arms then both slide back toward Tony's shoulders. ] Okay. Ready? [ He doesn't really say for what, but with a tiny foreshadowing rock to Tony's right, Steve then rolls them both on Tony's left so Steve's on top of him again. He tries, too, to put the least amount of pressure on Tony's body as possible when they move. ]
Alright.
[ He leans down then to give Tony a full kiss, before he extracts himself from the sleeping bag and pulls on his boxers. As he kneels down to unzip the tent flap, he spots his shirt too, and brings that outside with him to pull on. ]
They'll be ready soon. [ He promises, before stepping out. ]
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meanwhile, this mun took a nap on a couch
mmm nap 😴
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omg I'm so sorry my previous tag had so many typos
you’re fine! sorry about mine too though, that’s what i get for posting too early the in morning
SAME
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wow I also didn't mean to say "his feels" b/c Steve is not a millenial
it’s what being around each other does to them, they are going crazy ;)
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feel free to go vague and let time pass, I'm starting to set that up
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they're so soft and cute
yesss they’re adorable ❤️
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