𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚... 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍. — #Cнεяυвıc — retweet.

|| wow

|| FFH spoiler without context

|| I do like a paragraph or so of a specific character and I need to do a few of Tony to get my muse back up

|| I got this cool notebook the other day that’s Spider-Man themed so I’m using it for character study

It’s rat day.

He hugged him back, squeezing him slightly before letting go. “So, got off work today?”

He stretched his arms out and yawned, juggling around a little. “Go ahead. The public has seen me worse.”

He chuckled and wiggled. “Friday already has that covered.”

“Making a duct tape net bomb, duh.” He smiled down at him, rotating slowly.

Well, he’s a little tied up. Literally. He’s— he’s duct taped to the ceiling fan.

He’s being a dumb bitch.

That’s my BOY.

|| goodnight world

Tony could feel his body heating up like a match with gasoline, cheeks flushing and feeling arousal crawl through him.

His reaction gave Tony confidence, and he nipped at Steve’s bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth.

His hand shot out to grip Steve by the front of his shirt and pull him back in, trying to squash any doubt he might have with bold movements. “Oh, shut up, rocket pop.” He pulled him back in for another kiss, rough and passionate unlike their previous one.

“My needs? Well..” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, looking away from Steve. “That depends on what tabloid you read.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “A bold statement, there, Rogers. I’m glad I could satisfy your cravings.” He winked.

He pulled away at the hinting, slightly out of breath as he smirked. “Is there something you wanted, captain?”