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Dark Fic Recs

@rhodee asked me for some dark fic recs and since this is one of my favorite tropes, I know quite some. I wanna make clear from the beginning that those are dark fics. Means stories with fucked up/morally dubious/voilent content. And not salty “Team Cap was mean to me, so I become evil now” kind of fics. If you’re interested in the latter, I am the wrong person to ask.

Some of them are much darker than the others, but you should read for each one carefully the tags and/or the Author’s Note, since some have special twists in the end that aren’t mentioned in the tags.

Basically: know your limits.

Dark!Tony fics (my personal preference)

Faster, Colder, Sharper by Penned (WinterIron)

Tony is kidnapped by Hydra. When the team gets him back, he has changed far more than they suspect. More than even the surface shows.

Bucky though, he notices it all.

A de-aged Tony fic with Bucky as a caretaker... of sorts.

Radioactive by Valmasy (WinterIron, Series)

The pain is all-encompassing. It’s all he can think about. It’s all he feels. It’s all he breathes. It’s all he lives. Like a barbed net, its sharpness swallows him whole, over and over and over. Tony’s mind tries to hide, tries to save itself, but the pain finds him even then. It burns away at his resistance until all he is crumbles, until he’s nothing but ash and dust.

Attack dog by salytierra (Stony)

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

Anatomy of a Moral Man by ShyOwl (Stony, WIP)

At a young age Tony understood he was not meant to be a hero and the world, he believes, is far better for it. With his rule now set in stone, his life is finally settling down. That is until something was found buried underneath the ice.

Tony may not be a hero but that did not stop him from falling in love with one.

In Restless Dreams by charocalwinter (WinterIron, WIP)

When he discovers what he believes to be the truth about his parents’ recent deaths, a powerful and morally ambiguous Tony Stark sets out to get his revenge on Steve Rogers. How does Bucky Barnes fit into this feud and why isn't anybody giving him a pair of socks?

“It isn’t often that Tony Stark finds himself unsure of anything, but this situation has him doubting his every thought, his every move … with Rogers comes James, and that boy is muddling Tony’s mind.” ~ interrupted excerpt from ch 4.

A Pound of Flesh by jellybeanforest (Stony)

To save Bucky, Steve volunteers to work off his debt to the Carbonell crime family. Unfortunately, he is unsuited for the role of enforcer, unable to beat and murder those in the same position as Bucky. He is brought before the mob boss, Tony Stark, who demands his pound of flesh in the wake of Steve’s failure. But upon seeing the attractive blond, Tony proposes alternative employment, one that won’t require him to harm others: Becoming his kept man.

“This isn’t an offer I make often, so you should be flattered – count yourself lucky, even – that I am extending you this rare opportunity.”

“To be raped repeatedly?”

“To have a second chance to work off your debts after you failed so spectacularly the first time. But I don’t have to. I could just use these knives I’ve brought along, carve up that pretty face of yours like a Thankgiving turkey, which would be a shame, really. Then I suppose I’d have to pay a visit to your little friend. This entire exercise has been a waste of my valuable time… perhaps I’ll take an arm for my trouble,” he muses. “So, tell me, Rogers, is Barnes right- or left-handed?”

It’s an offer Steve can’t refuse.

Take Away (everything I am) by salytierra (WinterIron)

“Everyone I kill deserves to die.”

“True. But try to explain that to Captain Justice and Faith.” He takes a gulp of the scotch right out of the bottle and flops down on Tony’s lap, straddling his hips. “He cares too much. You and I? – We do what needs to be done.”

Tony circles his waist with both arms and pulls him closer, opening his mouth when Barnes offers him the bottle and swallowing the bitter liquid dry.

“Nobody ever believed I was able to care. So why should I?”

“Coming from somebody who is expected and probably should care more but doesn’t really give a fuck? – I’ll drink to that.”

Operant Conditioning by dracusfyre (WinterIron, Series)

In which Tony is HYDRA and Bucky’s handler.

in another country (people die) by pprfaith (FrostIron)

“The world is not your playground, Stark!” Fury yells at him one time, after he maybe brings down a building or two and Tony just laughs because, seriously, yes it is.

on the bleeding edge by esama (Pepperony, WIP, abandoned (still good tho))

Tony Stark goes back in time and becomes a super villain.

Almost Perfect by One and Five Nines (Obani) (Stony, Comic)

A powerful enemy invades from an alternate reality, but the only thing he really seems interested in is Steve Rogers

Eventually by One and Five Nines (Obani) (Stony, Comic, WIP)

Tony is godking of the wasteland. Steve is not.

Victim!Tony fics

Deliver Us by romanoff (FrostIron)

Loki comes back for revenge. Tony Stark is his captive.

“Why,” he tries, voice failing “do you want me.” He coughs into the ash.

“A king needs an advisor. A king needs concubines. A conquering king must learn the ways of the natives or risk expulsion,” he wipes blood from the sceptre with the end of his coat “and I’m rather fond of you, I think. Even in the face of death you use your wit, you charm with your tongue. It reminds me of myself, maybe, one or two millennia ago.”

Terms & Conditions by Penned (WinterIron)

Tony Stark is desperate and trusts too easily. Bucky Barnes takes advantage of that.

A mob AU with no powers, featuring a very dark, very off-kilter Bucky.

(reverse) Kidnapping by AngeNoir (WinterIron)

Tony Stark is wallowing. He has a right to - he's just finished the funeral preparations for his parents in New York. He didn't expect them to live forever, but still...

And then he falls asleep from his bender.

And wakes up in a nightmare.

(Is it a nightmare?)

Anything (and Everything) - remix by Penned (WinterIron)

The Soldier will do anything to make Tony happy, with or without his explicit consent.

Heavily inspired by Shi_Toyu's IronWinter Holiday Exchange fic "Anything." This is a much darker version of that story.

like flowers soaked in monochrome by deathsweetqueen (Stony)

Steve Rogers woke up to a world where everyone he loved and knew had forged on without him. But this world, it's nothing like he's used. It wants something brutal from him, something unforgiving. There are so many compromises to make. There are too many monsters behind kind smiles.

But if it means keeping Tony safe, if it means protecting him, he's willing to do whatever it takes.

He can't be soft.

After all, the weak are meat; the strong do eat.

Sins of Omission by Kiyaar (Stony, WIP (tbh I still haven’t started reading this story, but the tags and summary sound perfect!))

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks.

In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot.

Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

That’s it. Read all warnings carefully and enjoy!

#fic recs #winteriron #buckytony #stony #stevetony #frostiron #lokitony #pepperony #only one pepperony tho :(#dark fics

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just-fandomthings · 2 years

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Big Congrats on 100k hits!

Are you still taking Frostiron prompts? If so, would Loki cooking Tony dinner for a night of cuddling and making out as a romantic surprise interest you? 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you for the congrats and thank you so much for this prompt!! I really hope you enjoy this <3 For context for this fic, this is a canon-divergent AU after Ragnarok, and Tony and Loki have been dating since prior to the events of CACW.

This fic is very soft and fluffy (we're in our feels for this one, folks), and this does also contain mild sexual content xD

“What’s all this?”

Loki looks up, his hand freezing mid-air before he schools his expression to one of innocence. Tony blinks back at him, looking tired, but his tone is amused and his eyes are fond, which in turns softens Loki’s resolve. “I made dinner,” he answers simply, because that much has already been given away.

“I can see that.” Tony grins, moving closer. “Why though?” He’s almost within arm's reach, but he darts away before Loki can touch. “I know what you’re trying to do and that’s not playing fair; don’t try and distract me,” he says, still smiling. Damn him, he’s going to spoil Loki’s entire plan. “I want to see.”

“You’re home early,” Loki tells him in response, stepping back into his path to block his line of sight. “I’m not ready for you yet.”

“But you’re almost done, aren’t you? Come on Lokes, indulge me, please? It’s been a long day, and-”

“I know,” Loki says, stepping closer, and this time, Tony lets himself be pulled into a hug. “You had back-to-back meetings for your company for a better part of the day, and then you went straight to a meeting with your teammates. That’s why I made-”

“My favorite.” Tony leans back just enough to make eye contact, his eyes warm and touched as he tilts up to press a light kiss to Loki’s jaw. “You made lasagna, my favorite meal, just because you knew I had a long day today?”

“A long and stressful day,” Loki corrects, because Tony is all too prone to downplaying his own grievances. “I thought comfort food might be a nice surprise to come home to- but mostly, I did it to make you smile.”

Tony, instead of answering, kisses him. Loki can feel his smile against his lips and is hard pressed to contain a smile of his own. The so-called “honeymoon phase” of their relationship has long passed as they’ve endured conflict and injury both personally and to their relationship, not to mention the many fights they’ve had over time, but their relationship has grown all the stronger for it and the result is this: a beautiful and powerful bond unlike any Loki has ever had before. It’s certainly more than he ever allowed himself to hope for.

There’s a huff of laughter against his collarbone. “I guess I’m not enough to keep you occupied anymore,” Tony fake pouts, his eyes all too amused as he leans up to kiss Loki’s jaw, then the corner of his mouth. “Where’d you go just now without me?”

“I went nowhere without you,” Loki tells him, “For I have you still in my arms, do I not? Besides, you were the subject of my thoughts.”

Tony waggles an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Do tell.”

“Tonight, I will,” Loki tells him, stepping back after one final kiss. “For now-” He stops, laughing at the muffled whine that escapes Tony at his departure. “For now,” he continues, “I have a table to finish setting while you hide away, because I have another fifteen minutes still before you were due home.”

Tony’s face goes through a variety of emotions unexpectedly, all in an instant, before he explains his early arrival: “The meeting went sideways, so I ducked out early.” His tone is just a little too nonchalant to hide his stress and perhaps, pain as well.

There’s a great deal many things he could say in response, but all Loki says is, gently, “Then it’s all the more important that I take care to ensure dinner is perfect. If you wish, you may change into something more comfortable-” He stops at the look in Tony’s eyes. “Or you could take a seat and let me spoil you as I wish.”

Tony ducks his head at his words, but his blush is obvious. “Can I help set the table?” he offers instead.

“That’s fine,” Loki agrees and, unable to quell the rush of affection he feels for the other, steps closer and leans down to kiss the top of Tony’s head.

If Tony is surprised by the gesture, he doesn’t show it, he just sets to work on lighting the candles like Loki motions for him to do. Between the two of them, it takes only a few minutes to finish setting the table. FRIDAY turns the music on quiet and brings the lights down to low at his request, and just like that, everything is ready.

Tony still has that warm, fond gleam in his eyes as he sits down in the chair Loki pulls out for him. “You’re really going all-out tonight, aren’t you?” he says.

Loki gives a one-shouldered shrug as he sits to Tony’s right. “That’s the plan.”

“Why?” He quickly backtracks by adding, “I know why, you said so already, it’s just… why?”

Loki takes a moment to find the right words. “You have been under immense pressure these last several months with the return of your teammates,” he says. “I have seen the weight it has placed on your shoulders; the grief you have endured. I can do very little to relieve that burden in some way, but I can offer this: an evening of relaxation, of comfort, to hopefully offer a reprieve to some of your stress.”

Tony is quiet for a minute. Loki watches him silently, more fond than anything; he's perfectly content to wait for a response. “You’re right, it has been a pretty rough few months,” he says finally. “Having to work alongside everyone again, trying to rebuild trust…it’s hard.”

The exhaustion he came home feeling is clear to see now. Loki reaches out, taking Tony’s hand in his with a gentle squeeze. Tony gives him a small smile, his expression easing. “What you did tonight is amazing, I really appreciate it, and in a moment I’m going to shut up so we can eat, but really, if you’re trying to make me feel better, all I need is you.”

“You’re not going to stop me from spoiling you tonight,” Loki tells him, because he knows that’s what Tony is really trying to say. “But I appreciate your sentiment, and I know you mean it.”

“Of course I do,” Tony answers as if he thinks Loki’s mere presence is all he needs to be happy, like that’s as simple and easy as breathing. It’s a sentiment that never fails to steal Loki’s breath away and leave him in utter awe.

Tony’s smiling like he knows exactly what his words have done to him, which, he probably does. Loki’s left with only one thing to do: he leans across the table and kisses him.

“At this rate, we might never get around to dinner,” Tony murmurs against his lips, stealing another kiss and then another, causing Loki to lean forward for another. “We might just have to skip right to dessert.”

Loki reluctantly pulls away, just barely resisting the urge to close the distance between them again. “And have my hard work turn cold and become tomorrow’s leftovers? Not a chance."

Tony groans. “Fine, you win. But-”

“Tonight,” Loki promises.

It’s with that thought that they cut into the lasagna and begin to eat. Their meal passes exactly as Loki intended: good food combined with pleasant conversation and laughter noticeably eases the tension in Tony’s shoulders as the evening goes on. By the time they’ve set the dishes in the sink for later and have retired to the sofa, Tony is very clearly much more relaxed than he had been when he had first gotten home.

Tony, as he usually is able to after being friends and being together for so long, seems to read his mind with ease. “Thank you,” he says quietly as they sit down together, barely any space between them. “I needed that.”

“It’s what you deserve,” Loki answers him softly. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You always do.” Tony moves closer until he is tucked under his arm, his head on Loki’s chest. “How’d it go at New Asgard today?”

Loki sighs. “Decently, I suppose. Many people are still struggling to acclimate and to rebuild their life here, which is understandable. However, Thor, Val, and I were able to make notable progress in our designs for the right direction for New Asgard, and I believe in a few months we’ll see the fruits of our labor.”

“But?”

“But it was stressful,” Loki admits. “There are understandable tensions that remain against me from many, and that is not a strain that time may necessarily heal.”

“Maybe not fully,” Tony agrees, “But progress can take different forms. There’s effort that needs to be made on both sides.”

“Now you’re just echoing my words,” Loki tells him; he had said nearly the same thing to Tony months ago when the Rogue Avengers had first returned to the states.

“It helped me to hear,” Tony shrugs. “Figured maybe you needed to hear your own advice.”

“I am clever, aren’t I.”

Tony laughs. “You’re dating me, so I’m not so sure about that.” Despite his words, he doesn’t sound resigned to a bitter truth he falsely believes; actually, he just sounds amused.

“You’re right, I’m not clever: I’m a genius of the highest intellect,” Loki agrees. “I saw what too few did; I saw the opportunity of a lifetime at your side, and now we are here.”

Tony snorts. “Charmer.”

“Is it charm, if I’m telling the truth?” Loki leans down to kiss the top of his head.

“Now you’re just flattering me,” Tony says, laughing. He laughs so easily with him, Loki’s discovered, and he loves that. “But this does beat getting thrown out a window or being enemies from afar, I’ll give you that. And the sex is phenomenal.”

Loki startles out a laugh, flushing slightly despite himself. “I’m glad you think so.”

Tony leans back a little, eyes twinkling. “I know so.” He shifts, tilting closer to press a kiss to Loki’s jaw at the spot that always makes him shiver. He can feel Tony’s smile as he does just that, and no doubt that’s the exact reason that Tony kisses him there again. He hovers close in his space as he trails kisses along his jaw, until finally, Loki can kiss him properly.

Loki pulls him closer until Tony is in his lap, until barely any space exists between them. He brings one hand to Tony’s hip, holding him steady as he brings the other up to cup his face. Tony leans into his touch just so, his eyes fluttering closed as Loki traces his thumb over the corner of his mouth. It’s easy to pull Tony in for a kiss, and then another. Loki gets lost in the moment, time not even a distant thought anymore as Tony moans softly, providing him the chance he wants to deepen their kiss.

Finally, Loki leans back, pressing their foreheads together lightly as he gives Tony a chance to catch his breath. “ Fuck , Loki,” Tony murmurs against his mouth, his breathing heavy and unsteady. He rocks closer as Loki trails his hand up his side, his breath hitching.

“May I?” Loki asks in way of response, touching the fabric of Tony’s suit jacket in silent request.

Tony nods, something in his expression easing as Loki’s Seiðr dissolves his jacket. Tony undoes the first few buttons of his suit shirt and then leans back in, kissing him soundly until Loki’s left breathing heavily.

Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that he can feel Tony already half-hard against him, or maybe it has something to do with the fact that Tony’s in his lap—

Or maybe it’s a combination of both; Tony moans quietly against his mouth, shamelessly rolling his hips as he does so. Loki moans at that, unable to keep quiet, his grip on Tony’s hip tightening with barely retained composure.

“Tony-”

“Bedroom,” Tony finishes for him, grinding down once more. His suit pants really leave nothing to the imagination, and Norns help him, Loki wants.

It takes hardly a single thought to gather his Seiðr and bring them to their bedroom. Loki eases Tony onto his back, settling between his legs as he follows him down to kiss him. He balances most of his weight on his left hand, careful to only put so much on Tony as he uses his right hand to finish undoing the buttons of Tony’s shirt.

Tony whines against his lips, arching into his touch with a breathless murmur of his name. “I’ve got you,” Loki promises as he gentles their kiss to something softer, sweeter. He touches his hand to the center of Tony’s chest; a simple brush of his Seiðr is all that’s needed to remove Tony’s shirt.

“You too,” Tony says, pleads, tugging on Loki’s shirt as he trails his hand up Loki’s side to his neck, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ear. Loki shivers at his touch, following his request as he makes his shirt dissolve. Tony runs his hand over his chest as soon as he’s able to; at the same time, he leans up to meet him halfway as Loki leans down and kisses him.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment, his attention narrowing to the sounds he can drag out of Tony. He presses a kiss to Tony’s throat just under his ear, quietly thrilling in the way Tony shivers at his touch with a faint whimper. He takes his time pressing kisses down Tony’s throat until he reaches his collarbone; he’s not in any hurry, not when he knows they have the entire evening and all night.

“Loki,” Tony moans, arching up into his touch in a clear request for more, and oh, that’s lovely.

Loki surges up to kiss Tony and tells him exactly that, saying roughly, “Lovely man; do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Tony laughs breathlessly against him, eyes sparkling as he says, “The same you do to me, I’d imagine.” He rolls his hips against Loki’s to emphasize his point, and message received.

Desire strikes him so fiercely at the action that Loki’s control wanes for a moment; his Seiðr dancing along Tony’s skin in a warm tease that leaves him trembling and pleading for more. Loki exhales shakily and controls his Seiðr, letting it soothe along Tony’s sides as he slowly moves down, pressing kisses to Tony’s chest and then to his stomach.

He hesitates when he reaches Tony’s waistband, searching for permission, and all Tony says is a fierce, “If you dare stop now, you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

Loki laughs, unable to help himself, as he helps Tony out of his pants and then his boxers. His own arousal is straining against his pants, almost uncomfortably so, but Loki ignores it as he settles back down between Tony’s legs.

“May I-”

“Yes, yes, please,” Tony answers before he can finish, his breathing uneven and clearly quickening with anticipation.

Loki kisses the inside of Tony’s thigh in response, bringing one hand up to part Tony’s legs a little to give himself more room. Tony trembles under him as he lightly brushes his fingertips across Tony’s thigh, moving closer to his cock— but he purposely does not touch him.

Tony whines, a cut-off sound of frustration that Loki delights in. He’s in full control of what happens and they both know it, just as they both also know that his entire focus is spoiling Tony and giving him what he wants.

Just not right away, that’s all.

He kisses the inside of Tony’s thigh again, trailing his fingers over his abdomen as he does, and lets his Seiðr curl around Tony’s cock. Tony moans, rocking into his touch, and his breath hitches as he gives a ragged call of his name.

Loki grins, letting his Seiðr tease Tony for a few moments more before he leans down and finally takes Tony’s cock in his mouth. Tony’s responding exhale is somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, and it’s perfect.

After over a year of dating, Loki knows exactly what makes Tony shiver with ecstasy, what makes him gasp, and most of all- he knows what makes him lose control. And that’s his goal: to tease Tony into his first orgasm; then, he’ll eat him out until Tony is hard and leaking again. Then, and only then, will he fuck Tony until he comes for a second time.

It’s what Loki has been looking forward to doing all day: spoiling Tony exactly as he deserves to be treated.

So that’s exactly what he does.

Later Tony tells him, curled into his arms with his head on his chest, “I was right, by the way.”

There’s a beat of silence as Loki waits for him to finih his thought.

“Sex with you is phenomenal.” Tony’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “It’s perfect, even.”

He’s not just talking about sex, Loki knows.

“Yes, we are,” Loki agrees softly, and kisses him.

#frostiron #frostiron fic #loki #tony stark #lokitony #loki x tony #my fanfic #100k hits celebration #again i really hope you like this!! it's my first attempt at smut in a while lol #but i enjoyed writing this :)

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