Steve has a habit of backing Tony against the kitchen counter and hoisting him up on top of it so he can kiss him senseless.
That type of kiss has Tony losing his breath and quicken his heart beat. It has him wrap his legs around Steve to bring him as close as possible. It has him slide his fingers into Steve’s hair and pull as they kiss.
It has Steve slide his hands over Tony’s exposed thighs (because Tony’s only wearing a pair of boxers and one of Steve’s t-shirts) up to his hips and grips them.
By this time, one side of the larger shirt slips down revealing a shoulder and Steve breaks the kiss to pepper gentle kisses against Tony’s skin. Unrushed.
I understand there are a lot of cliche tropes out there, like high school au’s, Tony doing work shop binges and Steve coming down to fuss over him, or finding that rough look on Tony, grease and all hot, but l i s t e n,,,
You’ll have to pry the trope “Tony did something reckless and Steve flipped his shit” from my cold dead fingers mate,,,,
As a guy who works on machines and tech quite a lot, Tony
can appreciate a nice pair of hands when he sees them. He likes to take hold of
yours when he can, often walking around a room and dragging you with him, just
to keep the contact. He likes the feeling of lazily interlaced fingers, your
palms and his fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. And he’s such a
sucker for when you cradle his cheek in your hand; he feels like you’ve paused
the whole world and it’s just the two of you in endless space. Tony never slows
down for anything, but the second you’ve got a hand on him, he’ll drop
everything for you.
Thor: Lips, smile.
Thor smiles a lot;
the guy has a heart of gold and is precious and adorable and there’s nothing he
loves more than seeing you smile too. It feels like a reflection of him, but so
much lovelier. Sometimes it’ll be a small tilt of your lips, or a fleeting
smirk and Thor will melt, softly pressing his lips to yours with an even bigger
smile curling on his face. He likes when you smile with all your teeth the
most; a giant infallible grin to match his own. It makes him feel special to
see those kinds of smiles, because you don’t give the out often, and Thor
doesn’t take any expression of yours for granted.
Bucky’s absolute favorite thing to do is just lay down with
you, his head resting on your chest as he listens to you talk, your fingers
lost in his hair. He can hear your heart beat in his ear, and he feels every
vibration when you chuckle or hum. He cradles his right hand around your back
and keeps his left hand placed over your heart, his metal hand feeling the
immense warmth there. Whenever Bucky comes home from missions he lifts you up
when he hugs you, so his head can rest on your collarbone, eyes closed and
content. He likes to be able to feel that you’re really there and you’re all
human, and it reminds him that he’s human too.
Peter is very expressive with his body because he can’t
often get the words out of his mouth. He tends to gravitate towards your
shoulders, because they’re so close and so easy to reach. He often takes you by
them, whether he’s steering you out of the room nervously, or he’s running his
hands over your shoulders in comfort. Peter takes this habit in his extreme
emotions as well; When he’s excited he’ll hug you tightly, and then hold you at
arms’ length by your shoulders to see all of you, a bright smile on his face. Unfortunately,
he also has done this when he’s upset, roughly grabbing your shoulders to
convey a message of urgency, staring at you with wide eyes and speaking in a
rushed tone. Peter likes to rest his head on your shoulder as well, smiling up
at you and you rest your head on top of his, the two of you happy just with one
This isn’t surprising, considering that Nat’s deadliest move
is to wrap her thighs around someone’s neck, but that isn’t the case with you.
Natasha loves to nuzzle her nose into your neck and hear you give a high pitched
laugh as she tickles you. Your neck is your weak spot, knowledge that Natasha
uses to her advantage in every situation she can. She wants to remote and you
aren’t giving? She croons a finger under your jaw and down your neck, and
instantly you spasm, the remote flying straight into her hands. If she’s
feeling upset she’ll just go to you silently, burying her head in your neck,
staring at your collarbone for what feels like eternity. Natasha is also a huge flirt, and often times will press a
kiss on your neck in front of everyone, just
so that they’re clear that she has you wrapped around her finger. You’re often
the recipient of teasing when you walk into the common room with hickies on
your neck, but Natasha just smiles, placing a soft kiss on an existing bruise
and mumbles ‘sorry’ even though you know she isn’t.
This only came about because you were so adamant about
Wanda’s nose that she decided to return the favor. It became a game after that;
Wanda would tap your nose whenever you stared off into space, gaining your
attention easily. You asked “What was that,” with a smile and Wanda just did it
again. Whenever she sees you smile she takes her forehead to yours and gives
you an eskimo kiss, something that makes the entire team coo with affection.
Wanda also tends to kiss your nose whenever you scrunch it, finding the way you
look adorable and can’t help but want to be closer to you. You return the
sentiment, saying “it looks much cuter on you,” but she disagrees, always
turning the focus back to you.
Steve is a person who always speaks his mind, but you
aren’t. You like to observe, and he can see that reflected in your eyes. Steve
had always found that what you’re really thinking can be found there. He always
keeps eye contact with you, watching instead of listening so he can call your
bluff if he needs to. He also just really loves your eyes in general-the intense
color in them and how it changes depending on where you are. Steve also notes
how you watch him—your eyes always
crease in the corners and the expression in them softens, and he gets so wrapped
up in them that you have to turn away from him to break his trance. “Sorry,
Doll. Your eyes are just so captivating.” “Was a that a pun, Steve Rogers?”
Sam is very
appreciative of a good pair of legs, and honey you’ve got the best. He’s always
pushing for you to run with him, just because he loves seeing them in action:
the strides they take, the control and just the way they look, if he’s being
perfectly honest. After a long day of beating up villains, he likes to stretch
out on the couch with your legs in his lap, the two of you doing something
mindless and just indulging in personal time. He, like Natasha is a huge flirt,
sometimes just standing and watching when you climb up on a counter to reach
something high above you. “Sam, why didn’t you just go get it, you’re taller
than me?” “But then I would miss this amazing view, baby.”
Clint loves anything you do with your hair, because for the
longest time he only ever saw it in a ponytail or a stiff bun. Then one day you
walked into the kitchen with the wildest bedhead and he went ballistic, fawning
over how good it looked while you mumbled a low “thanks”. Ever since then he’s
been obsessed, asking if he could braid it or style it in the morning. For a
while you told him no, but then you cracked. Clint was ecstatic and you were
doubtful, but he surprised you. Clint is so gentle when handling your hair, his
touches feather light and delicate, as though he might break you. He’s also
weirdly good at braiding, but he’ll never tell you how he became that way.
Clint’s absolute favorite, though, is running his hands through your hair
during every hug, going from your scalp to your ends carefully, burying his
nose in it. He feels like you’re a part of him in that moment and he smiles,
cherishing the feeling.
(psst, let me know if you guys want an nsfw version)
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Bruce Banner.
You smiled at all the guests facing you; you were sat at the head table, dead centre with your closest family and friends surrounding your long table. The gold tablecloth covering the mahogany table underneath, flute glasses dotted around, plus the finest silverware money can buy besides your hands. It was your wedding and event that you should be happy about but the attention wasn’t something you craved, ever, like at all in your life.
Yet, you fell in love and married the most famous man, who is constantly in the limelight and won’t ever retire from being…well, him anytime soon. Crazy how love works, isn’t it? Your wedding wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t big and it only housed the important people in your lives but you still hated people looking at you, watching you with smiles.
You looked beside you and smiled, it was all worth it for him, and he was smiling in his black tux with Rhodey beside him also. His hair was neatly styled back but it somehow managed to look a mess again, his goatee freshly groomed and a permanent smile upon his naturally tanned face.
You couldn’t deny that you looked good also, your hair professional styled in loose curls, a simple pearl headband keeping the front bits back. Your long ivory, silk dress was simple and elegant; you looked like one of those brides in those magazines. Then again, Tony always said you looked like a model to him, you never believed it but the compliment was always nice.
“Do you remember what the wedding planner got for our food?” Tony leant towards your ear, you frowned for a moment, and you couldn’t remember if she had told you.
You shrugged, “I hope it’s chicken.”
“I swear, if she has ordered anything with a shell I’m leaving,” Tony tells you seriously and you knew he was being true to his word, well because Tony detests shell food and any type of underwater aquatic meal.
“I’m sure it’s like soup with a chicken main and some chocolate dessert.”
He huffs and nods, “better be.”
You giggled and kissed his cheek, causing him to smile slightly and sling an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to kiss him fully on the lips. You weren’t big on PDA either but kissing Tony right now seemed like the best idea ever, even with your guests maybe on looking. You pulled away with a small smile, giggling when Tony kept pecking your lips, not allowing you to pull away from him.
The food began to be served and instantly you knew, Tony would hate this whole bit of the reception, your starters were settled in front of you. Yourself and Rhodey glanced at Tony, his face contorted into one of disgust and confusion, using his spoon to mix the green liquid in front of him around, he looked at his best friend who chuckled and then to you.
“Maybe it tastes nice,” you try and Tony looks at you, you instantly know he means for you to try it first; you smile nervously and lift the cold, green mess to your lips. You put the gloop into your mouth, cringing at the coldness and disgusting taste, you couldn’t even decipher the flavours.
Tony smirked, “is it nice, honey?” he asked in a sickly sweet voice. “Should I get you seconds?” you glared at your now husband.
After much difficulty, you swallowed the only mouthful you’ll be having of that…soup? And sat watching as some of the other guests did the same as you, a few actually enjoying the meal; some not so sure. You glanced down the table looking at where the other Avengers sat, Steve and Thor both opting not to even try it, Bruce was playing with it on his spoon and Natasha was eating it- as Clint watched with a disgusted face.
“Give me a break!” Tony sighed as the lobster was settled in front of him, you sighed delicately at him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Let’s leave.”
“Tony, this is our wedding we can’t just leave!” he shrugs “what about first dance? Cutting the cake? Saying goodbye to our guests?” you asked in a string of questions.
“Y/N, it’s our wedding, we can do as we please.”
He stands up, throwing the napkin on his plate and extending a hand to you, a few people giving you weird looks and you just smiled to them and take his offered hand. He tells everyone he just needed a moment before escorting you out of the hall, he nodded for Happy Hogan, his long term friend/ bodyguard and driver to come along.
“What’s up, Tony?” Happy asked, quickly following behind you both.
“Nothing, but can you drive us to the closest pizza place?”
Happy chuckled, “be my honest pleasure.”
The drive was over twenty minutes, Happy still laughing at the fact you had left your own wedding because the food was disgusting, honestly, he didn’t blame either of you for it. He parked and Tony nodded for him to tag along, might as well get some honest, good food before having to head back.
The pizza restaurant was confused to see a bride and groom walk in, even more, confused when realising, Tony Stark AKA Iron Man and his now wife had walked through their doors. On their wedding day no less. You sat down as Tony ordered, Happy sitting on the table opposite, his legs up and leaning against his booth. Not many people were in the joint, the ones that were are taking photos and watching.
“I can’t believe we done this,” you grin as the pizza is settled between you both, Tony just grins and grabs a slice, humming a ‘mmmmmm’ as he took a bite.
“Honestly, best decision ever” he sounds around a mouth full of four cheese pizza, “after marrying you, of course.” He quickly covers up.
“Nice save,” Happy comments eating his own pepperoni pizza.
You eat your pizza’s in relative silence, enjoying the good food and diet Pepsi, occasionally laughing at something one of the other commented on. Once the food was consumed, you stand up, somehow you had managed not to get pizza sauce on your dress and neither did Tony on his tux.
You peak through the oak door, glancing around the room to see the reception in full swing, everyone dancing and talking having a good time. You all glide into the room effortlessly, like you had not just left to get different food for yourselves, Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist as he quickly grabbed two glasses of champagne from a waiter.
“Don’t pretend with us, Starks” you both glance to see the Avengers walking towards you, Steve crossing his arms, “your photo is all over Twitter.”
“Who gave the old man a Twitter account?”
“You did,” you chuckle at Tony who shrugs.
Clint pointed an accusing finger, “you left us to eat that disgusting food!”
“I thought it was rather nice,” Natasha commented with a small shrug of her left shoulder, Clint looked at her oddly once more.
“Stop weirding me out,” he yells walking away and Natasha following behind him with a small smirk, waving at you both before going to annoy Clint some more.
Before anyone else could have a say Tony whisked you away to the dance floor, Steve shaking his head as Thor beamed at the happy couple and Bruce just chuckled, you had successfully snuck out of your own wedding for pizza and didn’t get a lecture from Cap. Married life is already looking up for you both.
(That photo was submitted to me, so if you have any photo prompts, please send them in for me. I love writing stuff based upon a photo inspiration. Hope you enjoyed this. Been a hot minute since I done anything with Stark. - Rosalee)
As the daughter of Captain America, you are obviously going to be very close to the whole team known as The Avengers. You are the youngest in the team so they all tend to get a little protective of you. When you go on your first date, they realize just how fast you’re growing up, and of course, you can’t have an ordinary date. Your father and the rest of the team come up with a plan to keep an eye on you throughout the whole thing, and let’s just say, their protective tendencies get a little extreme on this particualr day.
Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader, The Avengers x Fem!Reader (I know Bucky and Loki aren’t Avengers, but I wanted them in there)
A/N: Reader is about 16/17 in this and I’ve altered Peter’s age to about 18 just so the reader is the youngest one on the team.
I just love how in AA Steve and Tony are a unit in every way. They don’t need to go over their fight plans, it’s intuitive at this point, and the same can be said about the more social situations. They pretty much communicate by “gazing into each others’ eyes” hahah!
Just an example from 3x17: Black Panther offends Tony’s tech, and obviously Tony’s not pleased, but one word from Steve and he backs off. Then T’Challa turns to Steve and I was legit expecting him to ask Steve how long they’ve been together. The only reason he didn’t (in my headcanon) is because he can see for himself. You know, how married they are?!
Just by looking at them T’Challa knows! Everyone knows!!
Little!Tony, pretending to be sick, would be the cutest thing, cause Steve KNOWS he’s faking it, but he uses it to his advantage cause when Tony is sick, he always goes littler (like, INFANT little, so tiny, and constantly needing help and not allowed to play with big boy toys cause he’s too small for that) and so Steve (even though he KNOWS Tony is faking it, he’s being a good daddy and going along with it) treats him like he always treats Tony when he’s sick, diapers and constantly carrying him around and bottles and lots and lots of naps and no big boy toys (Tony did not think this one through, cause he really wants his legos, but Daddy says he’s too little for legos cause he might put them in his mouth) and being watched constantly.
Tony slightly regrets this, because he likes the freedom of being allowed to play with crayons and getting to eat actual solids for meals, but he’s in too deep to turn back now. (Steve is very smug and happy. He LIKES babying Tony.)
Yo, i am like 9k into a stony in space au that i don’t know if i will ever finish or post.
Anyone want to read it? I’ll link you the Google doc in messenger if you do…
It’s basically, Steve stays frozen for 2 millennia and wakes up on tonys ship to discover the earth has been destroyed, and this stark is super strange and robotic, and his android partner acts more human than he, and Steve is slowly learning why Tony acts this way while trying to not be gibberingly traumarized.
Little!Tony, who’s openly little, being little around Bucky and Sam for the first time, and he’s all, *nervous suspicious baby* and making sure never to let his Daddy (Steve) out of his sight for more than a minute at most, and he’s literally so damn cute and too little to be without someone watching him at all times, so Steve has to carry him around while making lunch and talking with Sam and Bucky about missions and Sam and Bucky actually feel a little envious that the baby doesn’t want to play with them cause he’s SO cute, but it’s okay, cause Tony likes Daddy’s friends, they can come back any time.