#usermochi

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@fadenet characters of color event: katara 

❝you can’t knock me down.❞

[aazulla]

@atlaonline​ event 01: get to know the members ➢ favorite character: azula

my own mother thought i was a monster. she was right, of course, but it still hurt.

[starkrogerrs]

(truly madly his);

this is dedicated to @bigstarkenergy and @and-the-wasp, two of my faves and splendid writers themselves. idk what this is but just know that i appreciate you a lot <3

warnings: slightly nsfw, kissing

tony can't take his gaze off of steve.

his steve.

he sips his drink, nodding absentmindedly at james who is talking about... something. he's too distracted to care.

steve is on the other side of the bar, far, much too far, from his reach. he is leaning over the counter, talking to thor about heaven knows what, first two buttons of his deliciously tight shirt unbuttoned and oh— how the shimmering blue of his shirt brings out his eyes.

tony smacks his lips as he finishes the drink, setting the glass down on the table, not once taking his eyes off of steve.

"you're doing it again," natasha notes from his side and it takes tony a moment to realise that rhodey left.

"doing what?" he asks nonchalantly, eyes flicking back to a steve who is now laughing and in that moment tony— tony forgets how to breathe.

tony hears natasha's response echo somewhere to his left but all that is coursing through his mind is steve's name.

steve, steve, steve.

steve notices him then— an unimpressive tony gawking at his boyfriend. tony watches the smirk that tugs at his lips before steve... looks away? the audacity. he can do just fine without him too, then.

and yet, tony finds himself gazing at him again, mind wandering to all the things he wants to do steve and all the things steve can do to him. they're sinful and downright dirty but he swears to god above, he hasn't ever wanted to be so bad before.

an eternity passes before steve walks over; tony is half convinced by now that steve wants to drive him mad. steve plops down next to him and tony is torn between throwing himself at him and playing hard to get.

steve however, has plans of his own. he pulls tony into his lap, hands snaking across his wait, and tony hates that he let's him.

not really though.

the other avengers seat themselves comfortably on the surrounding couches and the chatter goes on for a while but all tony can hear is steve and all he can breathe is him. he smells like rain and earth with a hint of freedom and tony can't help but wonder how he got so lucky.

steve's slender fingers are currently stroking the inside of his thigh and tony isn't quite breathing. he's had enough of this teasing though. he nuzzles steve's neck, letting him know of his growing need.

steve seems to read his mind. "let's get out of here," he whispers into his ear, breath hot on his skin. tony can see that his eyes are now a darker azure and it sends a storm of shivers down his spine.

before he knows it, steve is pulling him into a dark corridor, fingers gripping his like he never wants to let go.

they don't even make it till tony's room, before steve's eager hands are shuffling him into a corner of the dark aisle. he presses himself up against tony, lips finding the nape of his neck easily, hands swimming underneath the folds of his shirt.

"steve," tony groans, eyes rolling shut as a whirlwind of emotions sweeps him off his feet. steve's teeth rake his collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from him. they've done this a million times but every tim feels like the very first.

steve moves up the length of his jaw, kissing and licking, as his hands continue to wander all over his back. the soft callousness of his fingers digs deep into tony's skin, undoubtedly leaving marks there. it hurts, yes, but it feels so fucking good.

tony's hands are splayed on steve's chest and he can hear his heart thunder beneath— the heart that hammers just for him.

the thought drives him wild.

he let's stve take control, because nobody knows him as well as steve does. everytime steve's lips connect with his skin, tony feels himself slip from reality. every flick of his sinful tongue pushes tony over the edge, as stars swim before his shut eyes.

steve's lips are now hovering just above tony's— god, does he love a good tease. steve's breathless too, hands now coming up to cup tony's face gently. tony feels so miniscule against him. he loves it.

"kiss me already," he manages, gazing at his lips intently. he let's his hands slip under steve's shirt.

steve doesn't need to be told twice; his lips are on tony's in an instant. he moves slowly, consuming him and tony sags under him. no drug, no alcohol, no one and nothing can come close to making him feel the way steve does.

every inch of tony's skin is on fire, and yet he shudders as steve's tongue continues to explore his mouth. the palpable taste of mint and earth yanks tony to a high he doesn't know if he wants to get down from.

steve is a lover in every sense of the word, passionate when he wants to be and carnal when he's done playing around. when tony first laid eyes on him he couldn't have ever known that this is what steve would be like.

steve is grinding into him now, their mouths still stitched into a kiss and tony can't keep up. he moans long and low into him, evoking a growl from steve. the sound reverberates through his limp body, rattling his very core.

"steve, fuck-" he whimpers, when steve has to finally pull away for air. in the darkness tony can only see his heaving silhouette before him. he pulls steve towards himself again, hating that they need oxygen to survive; which is strange because he believes all he needs is steve.

steve moves in again, fingers scrambling to the buttons of tony's shirt, flicking them off one by one. in the blink off an eye tony is half bare against him, shirt hanging loosely at his arms.

"steve— "he moans, as steve leaves a burning trail down his jaw and moves to his neck. his lips squeeze and suck at his collarbone; tony knows he will wake up with a large purple bruise there that he will proudly flaunt.

steve captures his lips again and tony is forced to withdraw his hands from under his shirt. they fist steve's hair instead, tugging at the soft strands. tony knows that steve adores having tony's hands in his hair and steve groans at the sensation of just that. it makes tony smile inspite of himself.

they are still drenched in darkness and the feel of each other when steve stops once again.

"bedroom. now," he mumbles, still gasping for breath and even though tony hates not having those feverish lips against him, he nods, understanding.

they somehow manage to make it to his bedroom. the faint, amber glow of the room bathes steve in shadows of dark ochre. tony has to step back for a moment to drink him in; his cheeks rosy from all the kissing, lips plump and parched, hair disheveled in a sexy mess, shirt unbuttoned half-way through— just enough for him to peek at the glorious, hard muscle beneath.

steve stands there in all of his beautiful glory and tony— tony can't wait to drown in him all over again.

steve pulls him close once more and tony braces himself, wanting— needing steve around him, inside him and god, everywhere he can possibly be.

this is his steve.

and he can't get enough of him.

[bardingbeedle]

B, F, R, Z!! 👀

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

i don’t think i’ve ever had a ship like this? hmm…(??)

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

14-ish years? holy fuck

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

arthur/eames? well i only know one person who’s still semi-actively shipping it, does that count? i mean it was a big ship back in the day but then the fandom slowly dwindled and i very rarely see content for it nowadays but i’m locked in for life sdfkgjsdfgklfdsl 

it’s the ship that i spiral back into given any related stimuli. like, i could see a die or a poker chip and i’d be in bed at 5:27AM binge reading old arthur/eames fics crying over the domestic!au or the Juice Box Fic fdgflksdg

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

your writing is stunning and your art is always so soft and cute and makes me feel warm things in my belly, thank you so much for sharing them with us. your flower shop au is so so so adorable and i love the colors you used and i love how you draw steve and tony!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ask me about fandom things!

[asjsdhsgakjsdlkjsahg]

 KAI & JINORA

“speaking of long distance relationships, how are you and jinora?”

“actually, we’re doing fine.”

[starkrogerrs]

(get you);

a/n: so this might be weird and random and crack-ish but i've rarely seen oblivious tony fics, it's always steve. let's be real tony can be a big ol' dumb™ too. this is also a steve thirst fest so beware

tony stumbles into his bedroom, groping in the darkness for the handle and closing the door behind him gently.

he can barely make out anything in the darkness, his tired eyes making it only harder.

he begins to slip off his shoes when a soft snore sounds from somewhere in the room.

that startles the sleep out of him. an intruder.

he almost summons the armor but then thinks better.

it's 3 a.m and the person is snoring.

it's likelier that it's just peter crashing his bed, than some assassin who fell asleep on their job.

tony silently makes his way over to the lampshade. he can now make out the silhouette of a big lump on his bed as his eyes adjust to the darkness.

who could it possibly be?

he flips the switch and a dull yellow light floods the room.

it's steve.

he is sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed, surrounded by several pillows.

oh and— he's naked. very much so.

the silken sheets cover only his mid riff and junk, leaving the thighs and legs exposed to the sultry, summer air. tony doesn't need to check to see whether the captain has gone commando or not.

he doesn't even have to try.

the light seems to have disturbed him because steve begins to stir.

"tony?" he whispers, voice raspy and thick. he rises slowly, blinking furiously and tony regrets ever turning on the light.

"yeah, it's me," tony mumbles, trying hard not to stare at steve's bare chest. tony always knew that the serum had changed a lot about steve but he didn't know just how much.

he tried not to dwell on the question that had crept into the back of his mind— just what all had the serum enlarged in size?

"can i ask what you're doing.. naked..in my bed?" tony manages, looking up finally.

steve has the sexiest bed hair ever.

fuck.

steve looks down at himself and a rose blush creeps up his cheeks.

"i just got back from the mission. i don't think i noticed what room i was going into and i," he says, looking at his palms sheepishly, "-it was very hot."

tony doesn't know whether to laugh or kiss the soldier smack on his stupid, plump lips.

no, tony, focus.

"so you just decided to go commando and fall asleep. on my bed," tony mutters, hoping that the heat spreading across his cheeks doesn't get noticed by steve.

the super soldier closes his eyes at that, as he leans backwards on his elbows, the silken sheet slipping down a little further in the process.

"yeah, it was hot, like I said. and i was—am exhausted," he says, tipping his head back and blowing air through his mouth.

what. the. fuck.

either steve knows all too well just what he's doing to tony or he is completely oblivious and tony is just that unlucky.

either way, tony is done for.

"okay..uhm so.. you can sleep here if you'd like, I'll go crash somewhere else," tony mutters, turning.

he needs to get as far away from steve as possible, before all hell breaks loose.

"you know.. i wasn't asking for permission," steve calls from behind him.

tony turns around slowly, gawking at steve.

did steve- steve, just sass him?

"are you okay, cap?" he asks, eyebrows knitted in confusion and concern.

steve takes a moment to answer, running his hand through his hair, tousling it even more. tony groans internally.

"what do you mean?"

"well for one.. you just sassed me when you're the one with no clothes on."

"you're really frustrated by this, huh? 'thought you'd like having me naked in your bed," steve murmurs, turning on his side.

tony's eyebrows shoot up at that.

"feeling a little rebellious is all," steve answers, even though tony doesn't remember asking him anything.

okay, what the hell just happened?

and then it dawns on him. of course.

tony smiles inwardly, composing himself.

"sure. you know that you're a terrible actor, right?" tony muses, letting out a nervous puff of air.

steve looks offended but tony can tell he's surprised him.

"what?"

'you.. acting all suave and ..sexy. that's not you. at all. what is this? some bet with natasha?"

"oh. so you do think this is sexy?"

tony grinds his teeth.

"that's not what I meant."

steve looks at him for a hard moment and then slumps, the air of confidence disappearing immediately.

"okay, fine. no, there was no bet," he informs gathering the sheets around himself and tony almost whines.

"i wanted you to cave," he adds, shaking his head.

apparently the surprise is clear on tony's face because steve sighs exasperatedly.

"i've seen the way you look at me, tony. i know you know that there's something between us."

tony's eyes widen in horror.

that got real way too fast.

"i've dropped so many hints and hoped that you'd asked me out but my patience is wearing thin. this was the last resort to make you confess."

tony's mouth opens and closes multiple times. he has so much to say but doesn't know where to begin.

".. couldn't you have just asked me yourself?" he asks, still trying to make of everything that just happened. which, by the way, is still hard because steve is still naked.

steve grins. "but where's the fun in that?"

tony rolls his eyes at that but a grins tugs at his lips inspite of himself.

"so .. you like me?" tony asks, suddenly aware that this is real. really real.

steve sighs again.

"come here and i'll prove it to you."

[starkrogerrs]

(talk nerdy to me);

a/n: this is literal crack but i had so much fun writing it. inspired by @bardingbeedle's post.

"Subtle," Steve notes from his seat on the couch, lazily scrolling through his instagram feed.

The coffee cup almost drops from Tony's hand. He blinks himself out of his daze.

"Huh?"

"I can feel your eyes on me, Tony," Steve replies, without so much as even looking up.

He laughs through his nose at the image- a meme, he has learnt- on the screen of his newly purchased starkphone before moving onto the next one.

"You're not subtle at all."

Tony rolls his eyes.

"I'm not looking to be subtle," he mutters, pressing the button on the espresso machine.

"You're my boyfriend, Rogers. And those darned glasses look way too good on you."

That gets Steve's attention. He looks up, cocking an eyebrow at the billionaire.

"These bad boys?" he asks, tapping the frame, lips curling into a sly grin.

Tony nods, before plopping down on the couch next to him.

"Please don't ever say 'bad boys' again."

Steve chuckles soundlessly, pushing the black-rimmed glasses back with one slender finger.

Tony Stark has never been much of a poet but as he watches his blond better half laugh- eyes crinkling at the corners and the amber light of the room casting shadows down his cheekbones; eyelashes gently caressing the top of his cheeks- he wants to whip out a pen and write Steve a hundred page long declaration of love.

A heartbeat passes before Steve speaks up again.

"Tony," he says, eyes flicking back to his phone screen, "I've been meaning to tell you... the user interface of this starkphone is so swell. It's just so easy to use!"

Tony damn near chokes on his coffee.

"What did you just say?" he sputters, placing the cup on the side table gently.

Steve frowns.

"This phone is very easy to use."

"No.. before that."

"...The user interface of the starkphone is so swell."

Tony draws out a long and laboured exhale.

"..Go on," he motions. Steve's eyebrows furrow.

"You okay?"

Tony nods but doesn't comment.

Steve doesn't look too convinced but to Tony's relief, let's it slide.

"I mean, I still haven't gotten used to all this new tech but Bruce told me that this has a hexa-core processor which makes it the fastest machine ever and-"

Steve stops abruptly because Tony let's out a quite- not quite, a highly inappropriate sound just then that makes him do a double take. Tony looks away for a moment.

Perhaps Steve misheard him.

"..and that makes me so proud. You're a genius and I don't tell you that enough."

Tony brushes him off with a light squeeze of his thigh and a curt nod.

"On the last mission I had to tap into the mainframe of the safe house and with Nat's help I managed to do so easily. Truly felt I belonged in this age."

Tony should have felt sympathy for his dork of a boyfriend but given his condition, he can't think of anything else but Steve's stupid, pink mouth doing stupid things to his stupid self.

He lets out a strangled groan at the thought that crosses his mind.

Steve jerkes up at that.

"..What- Are you okay?"

"I s-swear I'm fine, just.. keep talking," he manages, breathlessly. God, does he look absolutely stunning with those glasses on.

Tony can see that Steve is trying hard to understand what the hell is going on but, bless his soul, obliges to Tony's plea without another question.

"... Bruce also told me that it has 128 tera- what was it..- yeah, 128 terabyte of space which is almost the size of-"

Tony squirms in his seat, awkwardly adjusting himself and notices the change in Steve's expression as realisation dawns on him. Shit.

"Tony," Steve begins, eyes widening, "..Are you- am I- is this talk turning you on?"

Tony sighs in defeat. Stupid of him to believe Steve wouldn't notice the affect he was having on him.

He nods, biting down on his bottom lip. Not his proudest moment but it happened, he might as well accept it.

"You're.. talking nerdy to me and as much as I hate to admit it.. it's working," he confesses, blushing a deep shade of red.

"And those ridiculous glasses aren't helping."

Tony can see that Steve's trying hard not to laugh. Fantastic. Now he's made a complete fool of himself in front of his lover.

"Do you.. want me to continue?" Steve asks, voice dropping an octave. His eyes flick to Tony's lips fleetingly and Tony just about loses it.

Steve's rasp of a voice doesn't help his rather tight- no pun intended- situation either.

Tony whimpers, gulping, unable to form one coherent sentence in his head. He waits, watching Steve lean closer and closer until all Tony can breathe is him.

"Circuit board," Steve says seductively, letting his voice drop and roll all over Tony and he knows- the asshole knows that Tony is a goner.

In the blink of an eye, Tony has his hands all over his chest and on his back, bringing Steve down and on to himself.

Steve moves to take the glasses off but Tony stops him. "Keep them," he says breathlessly, as Steve grins.

"Well, would you look at that. My boyfriend has a nerd fetish."

"Shut up," Tony mutters endearingly before capturing his lips, the coffee on the side table long forgotten.

[bardingbeedle]

Go to sneeb:((

but it’s only 4am