#tcnystcnks

[thor-tony]

found on the twitter-verse and reminded me of this blog (submitted by @tcnystcnks​ )

thunder ⚡️and tiny star 🌟 ✨🥺

[s-horne]

ooh can i ask for #1 for the dialogue prompts?? if ur taking prompts that is

from this list

Steve shut the front door with a deep sigh of relief. He had had a hellish day and he wanted nothing more than a shower and a cuddle. 

He kicked off his shoes in the hall, some of the tension falling from his shoulders at the sight of Peter’s tiny Vans tucked next to a pair of almost-obnoxiously shiny shoes. The dress coat hanging next to a Ninja Turtles coat made him relax even more and he added his own with a happiness he hadn’t felt all day. 

Steve loosened his tie as he walked through the house. The living room was empty, but it was so far past Peter’s bedtime that Steve would have been worried if it wasn’t.

As Steve approached Peter’s room, he wasn’t greeted by the usual soft glow of the boy’s nightlight seeping from under the door. Still, there was no panic. Maybe there should have been, but Steve knew that he could trust Tony. The frantic text to Tony after Steve’s babysitter had called in sick hadn’t been Steve’s finest moment - nor had Tony’s equally panicked phonecall in response - but Steve had known deep down that he didn’t have anything to worry about and had gone back into his meetings with one less problem weighing him down.

With that in mind, he continued down the hallway until he reached his bedroom, noticing that the door the door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, Steve stopped in the doorway, his hand frozen on the top button of his shirt.

Tony was lying in Steve’s bed with one of Steve’s pyjama tops hanging off his thin frame and Steve’s son curled up against his chest, head buried in Tony’s neck as he slept soundly. As though sensing Steve standing there, Tony’s eyes suddenly snapped open and he sat up slightly, one hand sliding up Peter’s back to cup the boy’s head protectively.

Steve smiled gently as he watched Tony relax slowly upon realising it was only Steve, falling back into the pillows behind him but not moving his hands from where they cradled Peter.

“Hey,” Tony said, voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s late.”

“I know. Sorry. Everything alright?” Steve nodded to Peter as he started to undo his buttons, eager to curl up next to Tony and his baby. “Would he not go down?”

“No, he was okay. I just thought that-” Tony’s demeanour changed almost immediately. His smile fell and his hand stopped carding through Peter’s hair, worry creasing his brow. “Is this okay?”

Steve softened, falling to lean against the doorframe as he took another long look at the scene in front of him. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

Eyes drawn to the easy way that Peter was clutching Tony’s t-shirt and how Tony was holding the child as though it was the most natural thing in the world, Steve’s heart thudded in his chest. Though it was Tony’s first time watching Peter alone for a long stretch, they looked like they belonged together.

Steve swallowed and committed the sight to memory. “It’s more than okay.”

[firebrands]

#12 for stevetony?? 💞

“Prank” war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public. sorry this took a while! i hope you like it!! | on ao3

(@desitonystark asked for this too!)

**

It starts when Tony teases Steve and says, “I love that I can make you blush like that.”

And Steve replies, “I know. I like making you blush, too.”

“But you don’t,” Tony says, looking at Steve quizzically.

“Yes I do,” Steve says, looking affronted.

“I mean sometimes, sure,” Tony says, laughing a little. “Definitely not as much as I make you blush.”

Steve furrows his brow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Please,” Tony says, waving his hand as if shooing away a fly. “It’s only a challenge if there’s a chance of you winning.”

*

Tony thinks nothing more of their conversation until he and Steve are walking into Fury’s office. Steve’s hand is on his shoulder, guiding him forward. Then Steve’s hand slides slowly down Tony’s back, and then even further down to give Tony’s ass a quick squeeze right as Fury turns towards them.

Tony lets put an undignified squawk and feels his cheeks color.

Beside him, Steve sits down, smug smile on his face.

“Oh it’s on, Rogers,” Tony mutters to him.

Fury rolls his eyes. “Please, spare my one good eye of your indecency.”

*

Steve’s prodding the egg frying in the pan when Tony arrives, sweatpants slung low on his hips and wearing one of Steve’s old army shirts with the sleeves cut off.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Tony purrs, as he places two fingers on Steve’s jaw to turn his head to his.

Steve’s about to open his mouth and say, “try harder,” but Tony beats him to it by tiptoeing and kissing him lewdly.

Steve pulls away, breathless, and his cheeks feel much like the egg that’s now sizzling in the pan.

“Really?” Bruce says, frowning at them from his perch on the kitchen counter. “In front of my cereal?”

Tony pours himself a cup of coffee and blows Steve a kiss as he walks out of the kitchen. “Ball’s in your court, baby!” he says, and Steve watches Tony’s perfect ass sway as he leaves, helpless and half-hard as his breakfast burns. 

*

Tony steps out of the elevator, typing out an email to Pepper about his last meeting when he’s overwhelmed by the smell of roses. He stops and puts down his phone.

“Seriously, can you and Steve just fuck it out like normal people?” Clint asks, standing in the middle of the room, arms akimbo. His nose is red.

Tony barely processes what Clint says, staring at the absolute multitudes of flowers adorning the common room. Red, pink, and white bouquets.

Clint sneezes as he picks his way through the flowers, bends down to pick up something, then shoves a card against Tony’s chest. “Here’s your card from your dumb boyfriend,” he says, before blowing his nose.

Tony opens up the card and winces as Clint continues to sneeze and mutter under his breath.

Written on the card in Steve’s large scrawl: 

i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Tony’s cheeks color, and he feels a little misty-eyed as he rereads the line of poetry. Then, all of the sudden, he notices Natasha beside him. She smirks and takes a picture of Tony with her phone.

“Looks like you’ve got to keep up, Tony,” she laughs, and picks up a bouquet as she saunters away.

*

Tony invites the team out to dinner, and Steve is already on his guard. It’s a nice restaurant, and they’re half-way through dessert when a barbershop quartet materialize out of nowhere.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Tony says, smiling serenely as he licks off the last of his ice cream from his spoon.

Bruce groans.

“We heard you’re celebrating an anniversary!” one jovial-looking man pipes up. “We have a request to sing a certain song for Captain Rogers.”

Steve opens his mouth to beg them not to, but the men stand up a bit straighter as they get ready to sing, and his mouth clicks shut.

If your heart goes bumpety-bumpIt’s love, love, loveIf your throat comes up with a lumpIt’s love, love, loveIf your knees go knockety-knockIt’s love, love, love

Steve smiles slowly, familiar with the beat, and he nods along as they sing. Beside him, he can feel Tony almost vibrating eagerly, waiting. The rest of the team seems to enjoy the performance, and soon, the men finish the song to a round of applause.

Tony stares at Steve, looking a bit confused for a moment. Steve gives Tony a shit-eating grin. “Try again next time?” he teases.

The team’s shaking hands with the singers when Tony rests his hand on Steve’s thigh. Steve turns to Tony, curious. He shifts a little as Tony slides his hand a bit higher up Steve’s thigh and he leans close to whisper: “I can’t wait to get home so you can fuck me raw.” 

Steve feels his cheeks heat up Tony’s hot breath against his skin, and feels them heat up more at the images Tony’s placed in his head. Tony gives his thigh a quick squeeze before pulling away.

“I don’t even want to know,” Clint says, eyes wide at how flushed Steve is.

*

Steve’s looking through a dossier with Natasha when Tony walks past them wearing a black tank top and jeans. His arms are streaked with grease, and Steve swallows when he sees his dog tags gleaming on Tony’s chest.

“You can’t be that easy,” Natasha says, turning to look at Steve, faint disappointment on her features.

“I’m not,” Steve breathes out, eyes still on Tony as anticipation builds slowly in his gut.

Bruce, from across the room, folds down the newspaper he’s holding to watch as Tony rucks up his shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead. He

Steve swallows again, then uses the last reserves of his gumption to walk up to Tony.

Tony, clearly not expecting these turn of events, looks up at Steve, surprised. 

Steve can almost see the gears turning in Tony’s head when he thumbs away a bit of grease he’s pretty sure Tony put on his cheek on purpose.

“Hi there,” he says.

“Hello,” Tony replies, and rests a hand on Steve’s waist in an effort to regain control over the situation.

Steve moves his hand to rest on Tony’s chest, his dog tags cold against his palm.

“I have to finish up here,” he murmurs to Tony. He’s delighted to see Tony lean closer, like he wanted him to. “But how about you get cleaned up and ready for me?” he whispers, bending down so his lips brush against Tony’s ear.

“Okay,” Tony says, his voice a little higher than usual.

“Keep these on for me?” Steve asks, holding up his dog tags. “I like knowing that you’re mine.”

“Y-yeah,” Tony stammers out, cheeks beet red.

“Off you go,” Steve smirks, pressing a quick kiss to Tony’s cheek and turning Tony back toward the door. “See you in a minute.”

“Yup!” Tony says, voice high as he almost runs out the door.

“Oh, bravo,” Natasha laughs, clapping. Bruce shakes his head and goes back to reading the paper. 

send me a prompt for cute otp things!

[riotwritesthings]

Kinktober 2019 Day 9

dom!tony (but bottom tony) x service top! steve and titfucking?? — Prompt from @tcnystcnks

Steve/Tony, E, 1.9k | AO3

Huge thank you to @tcnystcnks for sending me so many interesting prompts! This one was very different for me, but I did my best and I hope it’s kind of what you were looking for! Also, I hope you’re doing okay and not stressing out too bad!

-

“Remember,” Tony says with a wide, smug grin, “hands to yourself.”

Steve nods, face already flushed and eyes bright, clenching his hands in the pillow on either side of his head. He whines low in his throat as Tony swings a leg over him to straddle his ribs, and Tony grins wider

“Look at you,” Tony coos sweetly and drags his hands over Steve’s shoulders, down his chest, lets his fingers brush over Steve’s nipples in a light tease until Steve gasps out a broken sound.

“Tony, Tony-“ Steve whines out, his voice soft and cracking, the flush from his face spreading all the way down to his hips, the skin of his torso so warm against Tony’s thighs.

“Shh,” Tony says, smirking as he runs his hands up Steve’s chest again, cupping Steve’s jaw and leaning down to kiss him. It takes effort to pull himself way, because Tony could happily just keep kissing Steve forever, but he has plans and he’s really quite excited about them.

Steve whines agin when Tony leans away, sitting back on his heels again so he can properly take in the sight of Steve laid out beneath him, flushed and breathing a little uneven and aching for Tony’s touch. If Tony’s ego wasn’t already overblown, it certainly would be after a view this.

His own breathing a little fast, Tony scoots up Steve’s body until he’s straddling the widest part of Steve’s torso, his thighs burning a little from the stretch in the best possible way and his hard cock nestled perfectly between the swells

of Steve’s glorious pecs. Steve’s grip on the bedding goes white knuckled as Tony rocks his hips a little, rubs his already leaking cock against Steve’s skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” Tony says, lets his voice drop low and smooth the way he knows Steve loves, “you look so gorgeous, all spread out for me. Whatever should I do with you now, hmm?”

Steve’s mouth opens instantly, like he has a suggestion on the tip of his tongue, ready to go, but the next second his teeth click audibly as he snaps his mouth shut again. Steve swallows a couple times before he tries again, Tony not at all helping as he continues grinding his cock against Steve’s chest, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over Steve’s nipples. “Anything,” Steve finally gasps out, and it is always such a thrill that Tony can actually make him breathless, “you can do- anything, please...”

“What an offer,” Tony says with a thoughtful hum, voice still soft and sultry, and increases the pressure of his thumbs, tracing little circles over Steve’s nipples, feeling them perk up under the ministrations. “Lucky for you, I am always filled with ideas,” Tony continues with a wide grin, licking his lips a little because he has an idea all right. He flattens his palms over Steve’s pecs and then pushes his hands inward, pressing the muscle together so it wraps around it cock, forming a tight channel of warmth for him to thrust into. ”Fuck,” Tony can’t help breathing out because wow, that works even better than he had expected, firm muscle and soft, warm skin cupping either side of his cock and Tony’s hips jerk forward a little harder.

Steve is an even brighter shade of red now, like he can’t decide if he should be embarrassed or hopelessly turned on and oh, that is one of Tony’s favorite expressions on him. Tony starts moving in earnest, his entire body rocking with the motion of his thrusts, loosening his hands slightly on Steve’s pecs so his calloused palms slide and scrape over Steve’s perked up nipples with every roll of his hips.

“Tony-“ Steve gasps, like he just can’t help himself, shifting restlessly. When Tony shifts his hands slightly so he can pinch Steve’s nipples between his first two fingers, still thrusting against him, Steve groans and arches his back slightly, pushing his chest out, offering himself up like the sweetest prize.

Tony slows his movements slightly, doesn’t want to lose his balance as he twists his head to the side, glancing over his shoulder and smirking at the sight of Steve’ s cock, flushed an angry red and leaking against his stomach, jerking every time Tony thrusts against Steve’s chest again. Turning his attention back to Steve’s face Tony grins and asks “like that, huh?” Steve full body shudders beneath him, and Tony’s grin widens. “Been thinking about fucking your chest for a while now,” Tony says conversationally, voice even despite the way his own cock is leaking all over Steve’s chest, leaving behind slick, shiny trails of precome. Steve makes a sound like an embarrassed whimper and it nearly punches the breath out of Tony, he barely has enough left to make a soft tutting noise and say “you’ve seen yourself in those workout shirts, Cap, can you really blame me for not being able to think about anything else?”

In any other situation Steve would be quick to point out that Tony should probably be paying attention to team training, but here and now Steve just moans, arms and legs twitching as he forces himself to hold still, to not reach out and grab Tony and take what he wants. Because he trusts Tony, trusts Tony to give him what he needs and that hits Tony harder than anything else, makes the warm, lazy arousal churning in Tony’s gut roar up into a wild fire.

It’s easy to lose himself in digging his fingers into the muscle of Steve’s chest again, pushing and pulling the muscle wherever Tony wants it, fucking into the warm, slick skin. “God, you have the best tits, sweetheart,” Tony sighs and Steve’s mouth drops open, face ratcheting up to an aggressive scarlet color that makes Tony grin, press against him harder. “Objection?” Tony asks, already knowing from the way Steve’s shifting and twitching beneath him has increased that Steve’s only objection is to how much he likes it.

Steve bites his lips and shakes his head, still meeting Tony’s eyes even though it looks like it’s taking a lot of effort to force himself to do so, to not hide away from Tony’s searching gaze.

“So good, fuck you’re so good, feel so good,” Tony says, because seriously, how did he ever get this lucky? Tony can hear it in his own voice that he’s starting to lose his cool, and he won’t be able to drag this out for much longer. “Do me a favor?” Tony asks, sweet as anything, and Steve is nodding before Tony even fully has the words out, fingers relaxing and tightening again against the sheets and isn’t that cute, he probably thinks he’s going to get to touch. “Grab the lube for me, won’t you honey?” Tony continues, resisting the urge to laugh when Steve’s eyes go wide and he looks caught between being disappointed and excited, like he can’t decide which to be so he’s trying to be both.

Steve’s hand is visibly shaking as he digs the lube out from under the other pillow where they left it last night, and when he holds it out Tony can’t help a soft sigh as he has to finally let go of Steve’s chest to take it from him. Dribbling some lube onto his own fingers, Tony glances down pointedly at where his cock is still resting between Steve’s pecs and asks “little help here?”

It takes Steve’s lust addled brain a couple seconds to figure out what Tony means, and Tony can see the exact moment he gets it because his eyes finally drop away from Tony’s and the scarlet color spreads down Steve’s neck. He doesn’t actually hesitate though, hands instantly flying to his own chest and taking over pushing his pecs together so Tony can thrust between them, Steve’s breathing hitching in his chest so hard that it nearly knocks Tony off balance.

“Just like that,” Tony says and he can’t stop himself from sounding breathy anymore, can’t stop the moan from slipping out of him as Steve glances back up at him shyly, watching Tony reach around himself with his lubed up fingers. “That’s- so good, you feel so good honey,” Tony finally lets out a moan of his own as he presses two fingers into himself, hips jerking slightly at the burn, and Steve echoes it, loud and shameless.

Tony fingers himself open quickly, because the goal here is teasing Steve, not teasing himself. And really, at this point Tony could probably stark talking about the specs for the new stark phone and it would just wind Steve up harder. Tony loves it, loves how desperate Steve gets for him, loves the clouded over look in Steve’s eyes as he stares up at Tony, like he’s in awe.

“Fuck,” Tony groans when he nudges at his own prostate, thrusting forward hard and Steve is breathing so ragged now that Tony has to clench his thighs around Steve’s sides to keep from being thrown off. “Do you want to feel me?” Tony asks, breathless but still smug, pressing his fingers into himself harder with a wet sound that has Steve moaning again, “want to feel how tight I am? How warm? Want to feel me sliding down your thick cock, making you come?”

“Yes, yes, Tony- please-“ Steve‘s grip on his own chest is practically white knuckled at this point, arching into it every time Tony thrusts forward and his pupils are so blown out his eyes are practically black.

“Gonna come all over your tits,” Tony says around another groan, movements becoming uncoordinated as he rolls his hips forward against Steve’s skin and then back onto his own fingers, shaking and so, so close.

“Please,” Steve says again, barely more than a breath, and it pushes Tony over the edge hard.

“Fuck, fuck, Steve,” Tony moans as his orgasm crashes over him, his entire body shaking as he spills across Steve’s chest, gasping and moaning all over again because god, the sight Steve makes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Tony sighs out once he gets his breath back, “you are so good for me.” Steve smiles, bright and happy and breathtakingly beautiful, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like he’s not still practically shaking between Tony’s thighs with how worked up he is. “I’m gonna be good for you now,” Tony promises, wincing a little as he removed his fingers and reaches for the lube again, “take care of you just right.”

Steve makes a sound that might have been intended as words, but comes out as a strangled, shaking moan that has Tony grinning smugly as he slides back down Steve’s body again. Steve’s cock is flushed an angry purple at this point, so wet that Tony barely needs to add any lube before he starts lowering himself down, taking his time and memorizing every second of Steve’s expression. Once his ass his snug against Steve’s hips Tony drags him fingers through his own come splattered across Steve’s chest and collar bones, spreading it across Steve’s skin with a soft groan of his own.

“Tony, Tony,” Steve whimpers, hands tangling in the sheets again, because Tony had told him to keep his hands to himself and Steve is always so, so good for him. He really does deserve something nice.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” Tony says again, rolling his hips slightly and clenching down around Steve’s cock, dragging his slick fingers over Steve’s abused nipples again, “make you feel so good.”

“You do, you always do,” Steve moans, head tossed back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut like he just can’t stand it anymore, hips twitching up to meet Tony’s every move like he’s still begging for more.

Tony grins, sharp and smug, clenches hard around Steve’s cock and drinks in the sounds of his moans.

[kimannhart]

69 for the fluffy prompts?? with werewolf bucky x human tony since its spooky season?

“Uh,” was the most intelligent reply that Bucky could think of when he saw the mess that was his living room. 

“You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?” Tony sheepishly replied.

Bucky raised a brow at the reply. “I thought I was the dog in this relationship?” he teased. “What’s the real reason my couch is torn to shreds?”

Meow! 

Bucky’s eyes widen. “D-did you...” he trailed off, not believing his ears.

Tony held up the kitten, “Surprise!”

[hddnone]

For the nsfw prompts, "Are you just gonna stare?" for winteriron?? Maybe fem!toni and lingerie but whatever you choose to do with it will be amazing

(No Fem!Tony here, but there’s lingerie!)

Tonypretends not to notice, but he’d planned this exact moment and had been waitingfor it since he’d put them on. 

“Are you just going to stare?” Tonyteases, even as he arches his back in pose. 

“Don’t rush me, darlin’. Enjoyin’the view,” Bucky replies, voice husky as he slowly takes in Tony. 

Tony can almost feel Bucky’s touchthrough his eyes as Bucky takes in the lace and the straps and the silk. Plentyof Tony’s body is covered, in theory, except for all of Tony’s skin that peeksthrough the gaps. The corset didn’t offer any support, too delicate and lacy,but Tony liked the overall effect and he twirled so Bucky could appreciate thewhole package. Tony was clad in Iron Man red, except for a secret black star onthe panties that Tony can’t wait for Bucky to find. 

Bucky’s eyes are dark, hot, promising,but he stays on the far side of their bedroom and watches. 

Well, that won’t do for Tony.

“Guess I’ll get started on my own,then,” Tony says breezily and waltzes towards the bed.

“Don’t even try it,” Bucky warns. 

Tony grins and keeps walking. 

Bucky stalks forward, and Tony’spauses to take in the view. Bucky’s prowl is one of Tony’s favorite thingsabout his fiance, and it still blows Tony’s mind how Bucky’s walk is so sexy.The sway of the hips, the power in those thighs - Tony loves it even more whenit’s Tony who is the prey to Bucky’s predator instead of some two-bit villain. 

Bucky strides right up to Tony andtakes Tony’s wrists into a firm grip. 

“Oh no,” Bucky whispers as he tugsTony against him. “I’m not lettin’ you rush this. I’m gonna take my time withyou.”

Tony’s entire body throbbed. 

“Let me know when you get passedthe staring part so I’ll know when it mightget interesting,”  Tonybites, though he doesn’t struggle in Bucky’s grip. 

Bucky laughs and tosses Tony ontothe bed. 

“Don’t you worry, baby. I know howto keep you busy.”

[starkrogerrs]

@tcnystcnks requested "winteriron + vlogging". want one?

[pineapplebread]

i really love your tattoo au and i was just wondering, if you were to give tony from the dear mr.fantasy au tattoos- what would you give him???

Thank you!

HMMMM... okay, that’s a very interesting question, and I can’t say I’ve given that one any thought before. I think maybe DMF Tony would have the same silly tattoos for his friends like the platypus and happy face and pepper, and maybe something specific for Steve. Maybe the same loopy script spelling “Rogers” over his chest like Steve has on his varsity jacket? What do you guys think?