jesus christ this bachelor au though. when they do the episode where all the bachelors take tony out on their version of the best date ever and it’s like, peter and thor taking tony to fucking space to see the stars and other planets and alien tech, strange shows tony some alternate universe with knights and king arthur or some shit and t’challa takes tony to wakanda, to the universities and labs and museums. but tony comes home after all that and steve takes him to a diner that steve remembered because tony mentioned he liked the sandwiches there one time.
all they do is just talk, and tony makes steve laugh, and it’s so, so easy. it feels like they never stopped. like they could do this every single day for the rest of time. bc tony doesn’t need outer space, or royalty, or space royalty, he just wants someone that feels like home.
So I wasn’t planning to do a part 2 to this: https://koalablu.tumblr.com/post/158506606664/wow-this-got-out-of-hand-a-bit-all-the-research but they were somethings I just briefly wanted to touch on again. I never wanted to play to much with the outside of the reactor, but I’ve always wondered: how does the suit connect to it? It could be argued that there’s some sort of wireless connection but I thin for the first suit especially, that, that doesn’t really work. This isn’t as detailed as the other post but it put together in only a day compared to the couple of weeks I spent on the first.
Feel free to bring up anything else you think I should expand on and I might be convinced to do a part 3.
Wow this got out of hand a bit. All the research that went into this. I’m never doing this again but it was fun. Excuse me while I go die. Sorry if it’s a bit blurry, I was working very large.
“Apparently, Steve is not the only one who fantasize about him and Tony running hand in hand towards the sunset: thousands and thousands of people do the same every day (and they don’t stop there.)
Steve isn’t worried about it.
As a matter of fact, he likes to browse on the Internet just to check why everyone seems to think they would be perfect for each other.
From time to times, he founds himself reading some of the stories they write about them (although some of them are so filthy that he closed the web page in shame, and others really get on his nerves).
The thing he doesn’t understand is why Tony aliments everything : he replies to their fans, jokes about them, reposts the most amusing edit and a day doesn’t pass without him proclaiming his love for Steve. Every time he can, he also tags Steve in his posts.”
The Trial Run (13,885 words) by scaramouche Fandom:Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Getting Together, First Kiss, Humor, Flirting, Mild Angst, Tony POV, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie)
Summary: Tony and Steve pretend to date, and enjoy it far more than they should.
Steve hid a
chuckle at the low groan of displeasure that came from the bed. He had only
flicked on the bathroom light and left the door slightly open, but even that
had apparently been too much for Tony.
“Off. Turn
it off.”
Steve’s
smile grew as he shut the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe as quietly as he
could. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said apologetically, “but I’ve gotta get to
work.”
“No,” Tony
whined lowly and rolled over in the bed to bury his head into Steve’s pillow.
“S’too early.”
Steve shook
his head in amusement as he walked into the en-suite. “It’s 8.30, Tony. Go back
to sleep – I’ll be done soon.”
Tony must
have listened because he jolted violently when Steve reopened the door from the
bathroom, light flooding in again and warm steam from the shower following.
Steve approached the bed and lightly ran a hand over Tony’s adorable bed hair,
smiling down at him when Tony blinked sleepily.
“I’m off
now. Have a good day, sweetheart.”
“Mm,” was
the only word that Tony could manage as he shimmied up the bed until his whole
face appeared from under the comforter. “Kiss.”
Steve smiled
widely and leant forward until he could press their lips together. It was nothing
more than a brush of lips; just a light touch that somehow managed to hold so much.
“Love you,”
Tony murmured when they broke apart, his lips moving against Steve’s.
A sleepy
Tony was hard to drag himself away from, but Steve really had to go. He sighed
as he pulled his hand away from Tony’s hair and bent down to press a kiss there
instead before he stood up. “I love you, too, sweetheart. Now, go back to
sleep.”
put them in one of tony’s nice leather chairs in an SI office
steve first thinking tony doesn’t mean it, because he knows how much tony loves his hands on his hips when he’s riding him, only to be proven wrong when tony almost snarls at steve’s fingertips on his waist and grinds down into him so firmly that the chair rolls back and knocks against the painting on the wall behind them a little
steve giving a small, strained moan at it and only scrambling for a better grip until tony takes his hands away himself. he’s still moving, still rolling his hips in languid, unhurried circles over the hard line of steve’s dick in his pants and the blessed friction leaves steve dazed enough that he kind of just latches on to the first thing his hands are guided to, which happens to be the armrests
tony all dark eyes and mostly-good intentions, kissing steve everywhere but the lips while he essentially fucks himself down onto steve through their clothes. tony murmuring low and filthy things as he looks down on steve’s hazy, reverent gaze. steve calling him a tease, probably. tony laughing breathlessly and sliding a hand down steve’s chest and over one of his nipples because yeah, but steve’s going to come from it, isn’t he
steve nodding and whispering breathless “yes”s and “please”s and “so good, tony”s because he was raised with manners okay. tony making his approval known when he asks—or tells—steve to come for him. tony smiling silkily when steve throws his head back and bucks his hips upwards. tony praising him quietly through it, riding out the waves of his orgasm with him
steve, bless the serum, recovering quicker than most. steve looking at tony with love but also that same kind of intent that had flashed in tony’s eyes as he guides him closer, lifts his ass with one hand so he can adjust their position, until tony is straddling one of his thighs. (“god, that’s so hot,” tony rambles by the hickey on his neck.) steve finally putting his hands on tony’s hips where they belong, and then guiding tony’s hips into motion, making him grind his cock down on steve’s thigh again and again until he sobs out his own release against steve’s chest
tony huffing afterwards, going, “i’ll never be able to spend another second in this office without thinking about you,” as if he didn’t instigate this whole thing
steve scoffing, “then we should have done this in your workshop,” then saying “no, shower first, tony,” when tony attempts to drag him off to do just that
YES. Yessssss, omg. Once Tony’s relaxed, open enough, Steve slips his finger into that tight heat, very wet now, sloppy and dripping from Steve’s saliva, and Tony didn’t expect it at all, and just makes this loud keening noise that almost embarrasses him, except for the punched out noise of desire it makes Steve make, the way Steve jerks under him and his fingers clench in Tony’s thighs and he licks him with even more determination, even as he keeps up that constant, gentle, teasing pressure on Tony’s prostate, just firm enough to ramp Tony up, because he knows exactly how firm Tony needs that pressure to get going, never stopping the movements of his tongue.
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