I love in Stony roleplays when I’m playing Steve, and Tony wants Steve to pick between him and Bucky, and I make Steve pick Bucky because protecting Bucky will always be more important then anything

super interesting and cool!!!!

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drugs tw 


and then suddenly it’s PEPPERSTEVETONY

help i’ve fallen and i can’t get up

also, they stole steve’s clothes >:|!!



"Steve!" Tony threw up his hands in frustration. Insecure was an entirely new side of Steve, and he didn’t think he liked it. “I let you dip me on the dance floor at company parties. I go to board meetings because if I don’t they phone you and you look disappointed in me. I clean out fishtanks. I willingly ride in a Pontiac! If that’s not love, I’m sorry, but it’s all I’ve got to give.”

Secrets of a Successful Marriage, by valtyr

one of my favourite fics ;o;)/ clicky click for full view

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You talk a lot on your main blog about Steve getting fucked in the ass relentlessly. My biggest question is: are you gonna right that?

yeah no i do talk a lot about steve rogers getting fucked in the ass on the main blog, i can’t help it idk

but here’s that! (nsfw, bottom!Steve obvs)


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Some fluff and cuddles. starting to get on the flow of course Steve and Tony <3



Tony bucks his hips up against Steve’s, who answers with a rolls of his own hips and a low moan. 

"Fuck," Tony hisses. "Take- your shirt, take it off."

Steve looks down at him. “We’re not doing the whole ‘Steve is the only one naked’ thing again, Tony.”

"You won’t be, I promise." Tony smiles. "But you’re the hotter one, so your clothes have to come off first."

"I’m not the hotter one, Tony," Steve says, leaning down and kissing Tony’s neck. "Who has had the most bed partners here?"

Tony rolls his neck back. “Doesn’t matter, you’re still hotter than I am.”

Steve sucks hard on a sensitive spot on Tony’s neck. “That’s not true, Tony.”

"Fine, we’re both hot, whatever. Take your shirt off."

Steve pushes up, his thighs still straddling Tony’s waist, as he pulls his shirt over his head. The dog tags from the war that he refuses to take off begin to dangle as he comes back down, his hands on either side of Tony’s head.

Tony reaches up and rubs his thumb over one of the tags. Steve looks down at him, blushes, and then kisses Tony to hide it.

"I don’t want these off.”

Steve pulls back and looks at him. “What?”

"You heard me," Tony says. "Do you know how insanely hot it would be if you were naked and wearing nothing but these dog tags?"

Tony tugs on them, and Steve furrows his brows. “That’s really… a thing for you?”

"Of course."

Steve doesn’t argue further. He lets Tony yank on them as much as he wants, because he knows Tony will never yank so hard the chain breaks, as Tony kisses him, runs his other hand up and down Steve’s body and rubs his thigh between Steve’s legs.

Later, Tony can’t resist swirling the chain on the dog tags so that the rest on the top of Steve’s back as he’s on all fours and Tony’s licking him and sucking him and taking him to a whole new level.

After that, they fall off Steve’s back and return to dangling in front of him. 

The clinking sound they make as Tony thrusts in and out of Steve is like music to his ears.

stevetony is very important to me


stevetony prompt: Tony gets a new pair of sunglasses he thinks are just the coolest new accessory, but are actually horribly ugly. Steve is incredibly embarrassed by them.

Steve looks up at Tony when he walks through the door. 

He doesn’t smile.

"Tony… what in God’s name is on your face?"

"Watch it, Rogers," Tony says with a smirk. "Don’t take His name in vain."

Tony is wearing a pair of sunglasses that look like doctor’s masks from the 1500s. The lenses are huge, and instead of having a normal bridge, there’s a beak in between the lenses.

"Why… does it have a beak?"

"The sunglasses? To make sure I don’t get a sunburn on my nose!"

Steve shakes his head, his shoulders bouncing as he laughs. “Oh, my God, Tony, why did you think this was a good purchase?”

Tony frowns. He takes them off and examines them. “The woman at the sunglasses outlet said these were the hottest sunglasses in Europe.”

"Right," Steve says. "This is America, not Europe. If we take a trip over to Europe, then go crazy. But here, we wear sunglasses that don’t look like birds."

"Wow, your patriotism is really shining in regards to these sunglasses," Tony sneers. "Look, I don’t care what you think, I like them, and I’m wearing these on our date later."

"Tony, please, for the love of God, don’t."

"It’s happening, Rogers."

"I refuse to be seen with you while you’re wearing those."

"But your promised a date tonight." Tony pouts.

Steve stares at him in disbelief, and then shakes his head. “God- fine, okay, fine. You can wear them.”

Tony smiles and starts to take out the other things he purchased.

Later that day, Steve can feel how red his face is as they pass people who stare and point and laugh at Tony.

"Why am I always the center of attention?" Tony says with an exaggerated frown. "I just want a night out with my boyfriend."

"Because of the glasses, Tony. Because of the glasses."

"But they’re cool!"

"No, they’re really not."

An hour later, Tony rips the sunglasses off his face. “Why did you let me wear these out?!”

Steve grabs the sunglasses and crushes them in his fist.


(these are what the sunglasses look like, aren’t these the ugliest goddamn things you’ve ever seen in your entire life)