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#Tony x Reader
0asta0 · 3 days
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Hybrid HCs 💦
Characters: Aizawa, Bucky, Loki, Steve, and Tony (Will add more per request)
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Aizawa Shota (Black Cat)
• This man will sleep whenever and wherever. He won't admit it but he loves sleeping with his head between your thighs or against his chest
• Never give this man catnip especially during his rut. He gets extremely horny and borderline aggressive with how he ties you up and abuses your poor hole.
• His form of aftercare is grooming you, bringing you food, and scent marking you like crazy.
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Loki Odinson/Laufeyson (Dragon)
• He claims that you, his books, and the Tesseract are part of his dragon hoard. Which means he's extremely overprotective to the point you can't leave the castle without him or a body guard.
• The jealousy levels this man has is insane. If you even smell like another man he'll start scent marking you like crazy.
• He loves to stuff you full of his eggs and cum and he praises you the entire time because he knows how uncomfortable it is to be full of eggs. He also loves seeing your stomach bulge from the eggs. This behavior is worse in the spring.
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Bucky Barnes (German Shepherd Pitbull mix)
• Scary dog privileges and he will act like a service dog to the point you have to get papers and a vest for him so that he could be with you at all times.
• Like Loki he gets very jealous and possessive and jealous sex is very common. He adores knotting you because it makes you have the prettiest expression.
• He will make you take a bath as he cleans the room and changes the sheets so the room doesn't smell like sex. He will bring you your favorite snacks and drinks as he subtly scent marks you.
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Steve Rogers (Golden Retriever Husky mix)
• He is vocal almost 24/7 so you had to learn a very stern almost military like voice when you need him to be quiet.
• He is very sweet with sex always praising you on how well you are taking him and he listens to your needs and wants.
• He goes overboard with aftercare
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Tony Stark (Fox)
• He claims that his lab is his den and only he is allowed in grumbling whenever you are in there watching him work. He secretly loves you being in the lab with him.
• Sex can either be lazy or extremely aggressive just because he wants it to be. He will listen to you most of the time. He's more aggressive in the spring time.
• He knows aftercare is important but he's never done it so he has J.A.R.V.I.S/F.R.I.D.A.Y coach him through it for the first month that you two are together.
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romanoffshouse · 5 months
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[Natasha speaking Russian]
Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.
Tony: You speak Russian?
Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"
Y/N: She says it a lot.
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havensins · 10 months
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Tony desperately riding you in the limo wanting to be filled with your cum while you guys are at an event
(cw exhibitionism, public indecency)
“need your cum,” tony whines in your ear. he was in your lap, thighs spread wide on either side of your own as he bounced sporadically on your cock. his arms were around you, grasping onto you as an anchor as he bounced.
the both of you were in the back of his limo with the most privacy as you could maintain. “need- hnng,” he chokes on his own sounds, “wan’ be full of your cum, please,” he practically squeals, gasping in lungfuls of air as he keens. your hands find his hips, groaning out yourself at the feeling of tony squeezing your cock like a fucking vice.
“fuck, sweet thing, you’re gonna make me cum,” you grunt, and he clenched around you even tighter, his gummy walls pulling you in to get your cum as deep as possible.
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warenai · 1 year
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Tony: So what is Y/n to you?
Bucky: They’re the reason we wake up in the morning
Tony: Awwwwww!
(6am that morning)
Y/n, jumping on the bed and over Steve and Bucky: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP-
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lokiandbuckysdoll · 5 months
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☠𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑☠
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☠ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇ ɪᴛ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ☠
☠ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ!☠
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Loki- Power/Impact Play
Bucky - Breeding/Creampie
Steve - Bondage / Sub& dom dynamic
Thor - Electrostimulation
Tony - Exhibitionism
Stucky - Voyeurism
Winterfrost - Cuckolding
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buckyysdoll · 8 months
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— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑
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જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader
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• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap
• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?
• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits
• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.
• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in
• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes
• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you
• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”
• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."
• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you
• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk
• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.
• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound
• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten
• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages
• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"
• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.
• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.
• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”
• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective
• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"
• — "out for drinks with natasha?”
• — “like hell you are"
• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you
• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.
• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him
• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love
• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist
• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.
• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”
• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve
• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all
• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."
• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”
• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.
• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.
• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.
• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.
• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”
• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.
• though he was close enough to it <3
• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.
• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.
• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting
• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later
• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.
• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt
• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer
• not that you’re complaining
• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3
• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads
• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !
• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.
• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?
• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.
• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife
• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight
• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.
• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.
• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth
• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”
• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌
• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one
• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡
• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3
• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?
• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3
• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡
• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?
• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3
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nyxindustries · 3 months
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Lock Down | Tony Stark
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Insert, T.S x Fem! Reader x Older x Younger Characters, Tony Stark x Y/n! Reader
Word Count: 2,000+
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Dom! Tony Stark,Sub! reader, Rough Sexual Intercourse, Explicit Language, brief smacking, ‘Daddy’ Name calling, semi-Slow burn (not really), Kinky Sex, Hair pulling, Scratching, Explicit Sexual read, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)
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Overriding the passcode to the lab since your lovely boyfriend Tony Stark officially locked himself in the lab because of stress with a new Iron Man suit.
The doors open to the lab as you step into the cold lab you see in the one single spotlight on above a hunched-over man on the table mumbling to himself as it looks like he’s trying to assemble part of a new Arc Reactor into the Iron Man suit with holograms all around him to help his work.
Setting down the tray of Tony’s favorite food on his desk that’s filled with little gadgets that you assume are new because you’ve never seen them before.
Quietly walking up to him as much as your heels allow as you stand behind him watching him build and solder a piece of metal together. It’s fascinating to you that Tony can get so lost in his work and look so beautiful while doing it, so laser-focused in his eyes with his eyebrows scrunched inward because he’s trying to make sense or putting together pieces of information in his mind, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead as his face goes relaxed.
Clearing your mind as you watch Tony's hand move to an object and your hand quickly covers the object as your free left hand snakes up his shoulder.
"Mhmm" Tony hums as he slowly looks at you and he places his hand on top of yours making you smile at him.
"Hi, how are you doing?" You ask gently and Tony gives you a look as his glasses tilt slightly.
"This Arc Reactor is not responding to the suit and I have no idea why…" Tony says quietly to you as you just nod knowing nothing about how all of this works. You're a SHIELD agent, you fight and try to save the world from aliens if possible.
"Anyways, it’s not your problem. What are you doing here?" Tony asks as he turns to you and you hand them the tray of food, which is two cheeseburgers and fries and onion rings.
"To Bring you your favorite food, thought you might need it. Put on a tray to be fancy" You joke with a weird mimic of an upper-class voice in the word ‘fancy’ making Tony smile but he doesn't laugh and he always laughs at your silliness or jokes. That's when you know he’s stressed as you watch him grab a cheeseburger and take a few quick bites as he shoves some of the fries in his mouth before turning around to the piece of the suit.
"…Tony…" you say but he goes back to soldering making you frown as you look around finding the plus as you quickly pull it out of the outlet making Tony instantly look up.
"What was that for?" Tony asks quickly as he reaches for the plug.
"Take a break! Eat something! Stop locking yourself in the lab!" You say him as you throw the plus across the room causing the soldering pen to fly across the table and fall off so Tony won’t touch it.
Tony giving you a wide-eyed look like he always does when he is stressed and when you decide to give him a break.
"Y/n-….Urghhhh" Tony groans out in frustration as he goes to get the tool but you quickly stop getting in between him and the table.
"No. Take a break." You say to him
"Make me! I need to finish this!" Tony says to you but you push him back.
"No, you’re not. Not today." You say and Tony stares at you.
"And who is going to stop me?" Tony asks and you smirk at him.
"I am, So take a break…" you say and Tony stares into your eyes as you stare back and your hands go to him.
"It will be good for you to clear your, Tone…" you say quietly as your hands slowly go underneath his shirt as he looks down at your hands.
"…y/n….I-I… I don’t have the time…I’m on a deadline." Tony says very quietly and you just chuckle.
"A deadline that’s next week…you have time and enough time to take out your frustrations too." You say as your hands skilled in what they do back off and come out of Tony's shirt as they pull your buttoned-up blouse out of pencil pencil-tight skirt, and start unbuttoning the buttons.
Tony watches you as you help you with buttons there and then until your breasts in a beautiful red lace bra are revealed.
"Take a break…it won’t be too bad." You say in the quietness that filled the air.
Tony's hands go to your waist as he lifts you to the lab table quickly. He takes one hand and clears the table with his arm by throwing everything off in one swoop with his arm, not caring about his work.
"You’re right, a break is what I need…Hey, Jarvis…Shut down the lab with soundproof…no one enters." Tony demands from his A. I just chime as the windows, doors, and glass all go dark and black with security screens from within the glass that Tony somehow installed and shut with security locks.
Staring at you as you feel his fingers crawl up your bare stomach now as his fingers hook underneath your bra and chase around to the hooks on the back that he undoes his one shot your bra falling as Tony yanks your shirt and bra off now, throwing them across the giant lab.
Tony's other hand, slides up your thigh underneath your skirt as he feels no underwear causing him to smirk, you planned this. The older man fingers gently caress your pussy causing you to shudder in pleasure for a moment as you hold your lips close so nothing can escape from them.
Seeing that smirk made your breath hitch in the quiet lab as Tony's eyes carefully trailed you up.
"Oh, no underwear…mhm that’s bad, baby girl…what if someone else saw what’s mine?" Tony questions and you just chuckle.
"Trust me, no one did…took them off right before I came in here…" you say with a smirk on your face as Tony grabs your chin tightly almost making your lips pucker as he forces you to look at him.
"You’re a brat…planning this so I can just fuck all my frustrations out on you," Tony says and you just stare at him.
"Yes." You choke out.
"How badly do you want?" He asks
"I want it hard, daddy." You choke out and Tony smirks at you as he lets go of your chin. It's bright red from his fingers.
"What else do you want?" He asks as he sees your hands slip into his pants you can see the growing tension in his pants.
"To please you daddy…" you say confidently as you push Tony back from you as you slip off the lab table completely undoing his pant button and zipper as his pants fall exposing his underwear and underneath with his hard and his growing cock.
Grabbing Tony's shoulder as you turn him around, pushing him against the table as he stares at you going down to your knees as your fingers hook the hem of his boxers and pull them down as a red throbbing big cock leaking precum springs out in front of your face making you smile. Hands grasping his cock firmly at the base as you start pumping him fast and hard making him groan out Tony's hands go to the side of the table to grip onto them as he looks down watching you as you lick your lips.
Sticking your tongue out as you lick one long strip onto his cock as Tony groans more at that sensation of your tongue as your wrap your whole mouth around him as you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on his cock causing Tony to groan out more audible moans.
Hearing his moans encouraged you even more by each one as you started sucking wildly causing Tony's hand to grab a fistful of your hair as your hands went down to hold onto his thighs tightly.
"OH FUCK! How did you get so good at this, baby? God" Tony moans out loudly as you feel him jerk himself inside your mouth making you look up at him. Bobbing your head wildly faster again as you feel Tony thrust his hips into your mouth causing his cock to hit the back of your throat you immediately felt tears well into the back of your eyes but you couldn’t care less about those tears as you for gag as Tony pushes your head into his cock making you gag even more as your mouth made his cock disappear making groan out.
Tony held your head there as your tongue swirled all around his cock and the tip like a lollipop before Tony removed your head and your mouth with a loud pop coming from the suction you had.
"I want you to take all this cum in you…You’re gonna take it, baby." Tony growls as he lifts you by your hair causing you to smile.
"U-…Y-Yesssss, Tonyyy." You slightly moan out as you suddenly feel yourself against the table staring out into the lab as Tony rips your pencil skirt off of you. Tony smacks your ass roughly a couple of times causing you to yelp as he flips you around making you look at him.
Your hands go to Tony's shoulders as he slides right into he lifts into the table causing you to moan out as your free right-hand goes up to his hair and slides through it as you gently pull his hair in pleasure as your left hand and arm go underneath Tony arm and land on his back as your nails meet his back fairly quickly with his second push into you without warning.
Feeling tight hands on your hips as Tony pushes you into his cock as he starts thrusting, pushing your tightly sealed mouth to moan out and your nails dig into his back a bit more.
The thrusts started to pick up even more causing you to moan even more as you closed your eyes still gently tugging on Tony's hair and your nails dragging against his back because you didn’t know what to do with your hairs.
Clenching around Tony tightly causes him to groan as he starts losing himself he puts a hand on your breasts massaging them as he continues to thrust and thrust wildly into you making you a moaning mess, making you get so so so much closer.
“Oh god…I’m almost there..” you moan out, and as you let go of Tony's hair he pulls you up kissing you passionately as you kiss back.
“Fuck….me too…” Tony moans out as she continues to thrusts as they get sloppier, more drawn out as he starts slamming into you harder as his cock starts to twitch in you. Tony slams into you in more time as you start cumming all along his cock he begincumming inside of you quickly causing him to groan out.
Staring at Tony as you smile at him he very slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the emptiness. Sitting up from the table as you sit on the edge and feel Tony's cum ooze out of you as he watches with a smirk and as he leans in kisses you again as holds you close to him.
“Was that a nice break?” You ask and Tony nods.
“Oh baby, it was perfect.” Tony says as you chuckle softly hopping down from the lab table.
“Wanna take more of a break in the shower?” You ask and Tony smirks softly
“Deadline isn’t until next week…I can make some room..” Tony says with a smirk as you grab clothes and quickly go to the private back way of the lab that leads straight to your bedroom with Tony he laughs while following you.
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child-of-the-nights · 2 years
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"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Marvel characters reaction to you asking that
characters: Tony, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Wanda, Peter, Bucky, Steve, Valkyrie, Stephen, Agatha
WARNINGS: none
A/N: fun little idea i had while i was sleep deprived. don't take this seriously
Tony:
"What the f- uh... yes? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Natasha:
"Sure but you're not sleeping in my bed anymore."
Thor:
"I grew up with a snake rather than a brother most of the time so loving a worm wouldn't make much of a difference."
Loki:
"Would you like to turn into a worm? I can make that happen. We could be worms together."
Wanda:
"Yes? Why would you though?"
Peter:
"Yes:)" *researches how to keep a worm alive*
Bucky:
"???"
"Yes, I guess."
Steve:
"I would be very confused why you turned into a worm but yes."
Valkyrie:
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I saw. Sure."
Stephen:
"If you're asking if I would love you no matter what you are like then yes."
Agatha:
"I would have a hard time not letting you get eaten by Senor Scratchy but sure hon."
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rxmqnova · 2 months
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*Avengers meeting*
Tony: Remember, if you ever get captured, no matter what they do, don't talk!
Y/N: What if they torture us?
Tony: Just don't talk!
Y/N: Can we scream a little?
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cas-kingdom · 1 month
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The Night Shift
A/N: First NCIS fic! Decided to keep my OC's name instead of reader as I'm pretty attached to her.
If you're alone on V Day, here's some Gibbs. &lt;3
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Title: The Night Shift
Summary: What's worse than a sick Gibbs? A sick mini Gibbs.
Words: 2568
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It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was tired.
She wrinkled her nose as something tickled at it and sat up to reach for the packet of tissues sitting dutifully by the pillow.
It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was sick and tired.
Tony, the shit-stirrer that he was, leaned precariously back in his swivel chair to stare at her. If it weren’t for the squeak of the chair itself, she still would have noticed his sudden attention by the feeling of his eyes boring into her for perhaps the tenth time since they’d set up camp in the NCIS building about five hours ago. He was relentless.
Emmie paused. Tissue wedged in her nose, sinuses burning, she looked up and stared at him. Tony rose an eyebrow. Emmie hardened her stare. Tony, because he was Tony, purposefully leaned further back so she could see the exact moment he dramatically cupped a hand to his stupid little mouth and—
“Giiibbs!”
Emmie’s jaw tensed. Tony grinned in superfluous victory.
Another squeak, a more familiar one this time, and Gibbs’s swivel chair glided along the carpeted floor around the divider between the cubicles until he could see Emmie. She was still sitting up, looking quite the sight with a tissue halfway up her right nostril and her hair sticking at all angles. On any other day she would have responded to Tony’s pure gall by glaring him straight into the ground. But today was not that day. Today was a bad day. Today, her week-long, just-about-bearable cold had decided to manifest into sinusitis, and she’d woken with a face that felt as though tiny little men were mining for gold in her skull. Ducky had liked that metaphor.
Partly because she was absolutely awful at caring for herself when she was ill, and partly—mostly—because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on work if she was left to fend for herself at home, Gibbs had dragged Emmie into the office with him. She’d made her rounds all day—curled up on Abby’s little couch at first, then bundled off to an empty room when Abby found working in silence too impossible. At lunchtime, a meeting had been scheduled in the room, and she’d been forced to accompany Gibbs and Tony in the car to a naval base connected to the case they were working on, sniffling and groaning in the back seat like a Victorian child on her death bed.
And here she was now, at two a bloody m, lying on an ungodly amount of blankets, wrapped in Gibbs’s jacket and Tony’s hoodie, on the floor, feeling like her body was readying to explode. Life couldn’t get worse.
Unless you were acquainted with Tony DiNozzo. In which case, life could, and most certainly would, get worse.
Gibbs dipped his head and rose an eyebrow at Emmie. Emmie couldn’t do much in her defence but sniff. Hard. A slight protest only she had the guts to attempt. It was when he pointed a finger at her and motioned with it for her to lie down again that Emmie tossed her arms up.
“Do you know—” Another sniff—“Do you even know how hard it is to lie down and feel your sinuses drain into your throat?” Her voice was so nasally she couldn’t sound stern, even if she put every ounce of effort into it.
Tony, naturally, did not try hard to cover his amusement at that. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, spinning from side to side absently in his chair with the tip of his tongue held between his smirking lips when Emmie turned narrowed eyes on him.
“I was getting a tissue, FYI,” she said to him and only him. “So, you can stop being a kiss ass, Anthony.”
“Emmie.” Gibbs disappeared behind the divider again. “Back to sleep.”
Tony, meanwhile, gaped. “Kiss ass who?”
Emmie ignored him and shuffled back down again. She shut her eyes and swallowed. Already the disgusting stuff had decided the place it wanted to be right now was her stomach, and was meandering slowly down her throat towards it.
“You were being a bit of a kiss ass,” she heard Gibbs agree.
“Oh, come on. You said you wanted her to sleep!”
“Yeah, and I do.”
“But you’re gonna call me a kiss ass when I tell you she’s not sleeping? Kiss my ass.”
“What was that?”
“Sorry, Boss.”
In all honesty, there was nothing more that Emmie wanted least right now than to sleep. True, she was exhausted, but the part of her brain not currently still enshrouded in said exhaustion wanted to be up and active again, helping Gibbs with the case like her internship allowed.
And yet, the man still believed she needed her head on a pillow.
The team had been working on a case all day, one she didn’t know the specifics of. It wasn’t exactly often that they stayed in the office well into the night to continue their current case, but it appeared Gibbs had a weird feeling about this one. From the snippets of conversation that she’d picked up and actually retained in her decrepit brain, a potential witness was lying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere, and Gibbs wanted to speak to him the moment he woke up, which, according to the doctors, could be at any time. That apparently required the entire team to stay behind which, considering the fact Emmie was currently holed up on the floor of Ziva’s empty cubicle, not everyone had complied with.
The moment Tony got out of his chair to help Gibbs with something and disappeared from her line of sight, Emmie eased herself into a sitting position once more. She reached for the tissues again, rubbing at her leaking nose with the sleeve of Gibbs’s jacket and not possessing the brain power to regret that decision. She blew into a tissue, paused to catch her breath, then—
“Gibbs.”
Emmie deflated completely. Wow. The world truly hated her today.
She looked up to see McGee walking in with a bag of takeout. He barely glanced at her as he passed, choosing to instead spend that energy alerting Gibbs to the fact she was, again, not lying down.
Before either Tony or Gibbs could come into view once more, Emmie sighed, stuck two bits of tissue in both nostrils, and scooted backwards to sit against the wall.
“Can’t breathe lying down,” she said before anyone could say a single word. “And I’m tired of being tired. I don’t want to sleep anymore. Leave me alone. Don’t talk to me. Shush.”
Tony’s head appeared around the corner, and he snorted again. Then the squeak of Gibbs’s chair as he got up. A rustling. A moment later he appeared with a takeout box in his hand, walking towards her. He lifted it so she could see, and she groaned, shaking her head. A corner of Gibbs’s mouth lifted but he wasn’t about to back down on this fight. He never did.
He knelt in front of her, close enough to see the pallidness of her face and the slight sickly tremble of her small frame. Emmie visibly relaxed when he reached out a hand to press against her forehead, the coolness of his skin momentarily dowsing the heat of hers.
Gibbs checked the watch at his wrist. “Another couple hours and you can dose up again.”
“Thanks.”
“Yep. ‘Till then…” He went to withdraw his hand, but Emmie’s own hand shot up and pinned his to her forehead.
“No,” she said simply.
“No to my hand leaving, or food?”
“No.”
“You gotta eat. You know the drill. Eat or sleep.” She grumbled something and Gibbs reached with his free hand to lift the lid on the box. The smell of warm chicken soup filled the space between them, and Emmie wrinkled her nose. “Come on, kiddo. It’s only soup.”
“I feel too sick to eat.”
“Sleep it is, then.”
“Dad—”
“Hey. The cure for alll Emmie-related illness is sleep. Always has been, always will be.” It was true. Gibbs knew his daughter better than she knew herself, after all. Everyone was different, but Emmie’s medicine was sleep until she could look him in the eye and confidently tell him she felt a bit better. If years of being a single parent had taught him anything, it was that.
With a bit of reluctance, he pulled his hand from her head and leant forward on his toes. “You don’t have to lie down to sleep,” he told her. “Here—” Emmie wasn’t quite sure what he was doing with the pillows and blankets behind her, but when he sat back and she turned as much as her aching neck would allow, there was a nice little DIY upright-bed against the wall. Gibbs, seemingly proud of his work, was met with a look of absolute discontent on his daughter’s face.
He puffed his cheeks out and glanced at the soup. “Aeroplane?”
“Seriously?” Emmie deadpanned.
He reached for the spoon, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. “Worked when you were a kid.”
“There’re a few keywords in that sentence, Dad. Are you trying to give Tony more fuel to embarrass me?”
Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. Tony had returned to his desk, leaning dangerously back in his chair to gain the best vantage point. The man had absolutely zero shame.
Gibbs jerked his head. “Check with the hospital about Lupin, would you, DiNozzo?”
Tony visibly deflated. Emmie sent him a smug look and he stuck his tongue out. Reluctantly, he wheeled back to his desk and picked up the phone. “Do this, DiNozzo, do that, DiNozzo,” he grumbled to himself. “Oh, while you’re at it, why don’t you polish my boots and write a thesis on my intellectual prowess, DiNozzo? Sure, I’ll get right on it, Boss!” He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear. “Should I get your laundry and your coffee too, Boss? Should I do—hi, there! Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, calling for an update on a patient? Ryan Lupin. Yeah, I’ll hold. Thanks.”
“Dad.” Such an exasperated voice could only belong to the resident invalid, and after only a second’s hesitation, Tony—slowly—wheeled himself back, as far as the cord to the phone still held against his ear would allow. Emmie and Gibbs were still on the floor, the former looking most disgruntled at the spoon in the latter’s hand.
“I’m being serious,” she said then.
“So am I,” Gibbs said, “very serious. I’m being very serious right now. Soup?”
Emmie rolled her eyes, but a smile was pulling at her lips all the same. She shook her head. “Go back to your desk, old man.”
Tony’s brows shot up and he grinned. “Oohoohoo!” He was close to rubbing his hands together in sheer glee. “You gonna let her get away with that, Boss?”
“Lupin, DiNozzo.”
“I’m on hold!” The fact that Gibbs made no sign that he was going to pick his daughter up on her insult, when Tony knew that if he’d been the one to call his boss elderly he’d be getting a bit more than a slap to the back of the head, hit a sore spot. “Wait,” he said, looking hilariously appalled, “you’re actually gonna let her get away with it?”
Gibbs, defeated in this part only, dropped the spoon back in the box and put it on the desk. “I’ve been called worse,” he called back, “believe me.”
“Grandpa,” Emmie said.
“Thank you, Em, that’s very helpful.”
“Ninnyhammer, pillock, douche canoe, old man—”
“You already said that one.” Gibbs chuckled. “Douche canoe?”
Emmie shrugged. “Dunderhead.”
“Alright.”
“Ugly…nut.”
“Jemima.”
McGee, who’d since been silently working and eating at his desk, paused. Mouth open, forkful of noodles on its way, he turned confused eyes to the ground.
“Her name’s Jemima?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “How long you been here McGee?”
As soon as Emmie looked the slightest bit like she was about to resume her name-calling, Gibbs put his palm over her mouth. He rose a brow in warning. She blinked. Blinked again. Then—
“Aw, come on!” Gibbs’s face contorted into one of absolute disgust as a rush of air and wet stuff flew at his hand. He withdrew it immediately, holding it away from him, while Emmie sniffed and nonchalantly used the jacket sleeve again.
“You little crapbag.” It was the best he could come up with.
“What? You think I plan my sneezes?”
Tony, up until now quite enjoying the performance, rolled quickly back to the desk with the phone at his ear. “Hi, yeah, I’m still here.”
Gibbs stood and walked briskly to his desk so he could grab the stack of napkins the takeout had come with. “I don’t doubt anything when it comes to you.”
“Thank you.” Emmie rubbed at her red eyes with her hand and slumped against the back of the wall. Gibbs, coating his hands with sanitizer, watched with a knowing eye. He shook his hands and walked back around to Ziva’s cubicle, perching on the desk to look down at her.
“You’re sick,” he said.
“I know. And?”
“And, sick people eat soup, and they sleep. Okay? They don’t stay up at all hours of the night—nooo, no, no. I’m talking now, kiddo. I know you’ve been sleeping all day, I know you wanna get up and back to work, but that’s not happening until your fever’s gone. No point in fighting that, and you know full well. Clear?”
Any other day. Any. Other. Day. The protests were practically clawing at her throat. But a sudden wave of nausea rushed over her and she backed down immediately. Still, the thought of lying down again was awful, and the tired eyes she turned on her dad somehow translated that.
Gibbs sighed. “What’s it gonna take, huh?” Emmie didn’t need to think about her answer to that. She wasn’t even sure her expression had changed at all when Gibbs shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he said, “come on, now. I gotta work.”
This time, she did change her expression, putting it on in the way she knew worked best. Gibbs, naturally, relented.
“Fine,” he said, motioning with his hands for her to move over. She did, though admittedly it was a bit of a pitiful move with her aching body. He breathed a short laugh but came to sit in the miniscule space she’d made beside her anyway.
“Thanks, douche canoe,” Emmie whispered.
Tony put the phone down. “Still knocked out, Boss,” he said, pushing his chair backwards. When he saw Gibbs on the floor, arm wrapped around his daughter, who had her head on his shoulder, he crossed his arms over his chest and positively pouted.
“Hey, why do you get to sleep?”
Gibbs chuckled and shut his eyes. “When you’ve got a sick kid, I’ll let you sleep on the office floor with her. Wake me before Lupin does, would you?”
“How am I—Boss? Boss?” Tony threw his arms up in the air and shook his head, grabbing a notebook from his desk to doodle in. “Kiss my ass.”
“Heard that.”
“I wanted you to.”
Well, one thing was for certain. Gibbs may have won this fight, but so had Emmie.
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animealways · 9 months
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tony and his child
tony: i recently found out mickey mouse has a kid
y/n with a major voice crack: wHaT?!
tony: you didn't know this?
y/n: nO!
tony: wait i need to look up the name as well its so funny
y/n: oH mAh gAd this is just as bad when i found out hello kitty has a boyfriend
tony now with a major voice crack: hElLo KiTtY hAs A bOyFrIeNd?!?
y/n: hello kitty has a boyfriend!
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dylan-hart · 1 year
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peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?
loki: no thanks. i’m god.
(y/n): …
avengers: …
tony: (y/n)…don’t…
(y/n): …
steve: (y/n)…
(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—
clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—
yelena: [cackles in the distance]
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romanoffshouse · 2 months
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Tony: Y/N, your phone is ringing.
Y/N: Who is it?
Tony: It says "mommy is calling".
Y/N: Oh, it's Natasha.
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bean-bean2000 · 3 months
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The Hacker Series Masterlist
Bucky x Reader
Status: Ongoing
Note: I do not accept nor allow any of my work to be copied, reposted, translated, or used for anything without my explicit consent.
I am not responsible for what you consume and read on the internet. Please read all warnings at the beginning of each chapter before proceeding. Read at your own caution. Thank you!
Summary: You’re just a computer nerd living your life in your basement as a professional hacker for the dark web. You enjoy your simple and quiet life until your misogynistic online hacker group undermines your abilities. They dare you to prove to them that you truly are worthy of being called a professional hacker. Hack into Stark Towers systems. The strongest, most expensive and secure system in the entire United States. Well, you never one to back down from a challenge. Especially to prove a man wrong. What happens when you actually succeed to hack into the Stark Tower systems? Will they find you?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15 -Ending
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Conversation
tony: *towering over y/n not knowing that that's going to be his best friend* well well, who do we have here?
y/n: your mum
tony: my mum's dead
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Only a Touch
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, edging, blowjob, handjob, cum eating, fingering, office sex, soft dom!Tony Stark
Word count: 0.7k
Kinktober Day 10: Edging
A/N: Next entry for kinktober! I bet Tony would enjoy stuff like this, he seems like the type.
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"Slower baby, you need to make this last for me." Tony grunted low and guided your head from where you knelt in front of him. It seemed like a good idea at first, edging him in his office. But then he told you to finger yourself and make yourself come along with him.
Gears started turning in your head when you realized his downright evil plan. "Jerk." You mouthed with his cock half in your mouth, just as your slick two fingers are half-way into your dripping cunt.
Tony just chuckles, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards, "I didn't say stop. I said make it last." He gently pushed your mouth all the way down his cock, letting you taste the cum all the way in the back of your throat. You let out a sound somewhere between a hum and a whimper as you pulled up, circling and focusing on his cockhead with your tongue then taking him all the way in once again.
As you feel his cock twitching you wrap your hand around the base of his cock and give it a light squeeze, preventing him from releasing even as you work on his cock with your tongue, licking up the few drops of cum that managed to escape.
"A little harder around the tip." He instructed in the same way he might do when talking about one of his much anticipated projects, "Ride your fingers baby, show me how you're gonna ride my dick later. Let me see what I have to look forward to."
With great enthusiasm, and maybe feeling a little vengeful at Tony because he was making you wait for just that, you let out a very long, very deep moan right as you took his cock into your mouth again, your hips hopping up and down while you held your fingers as still as possible while. This didn't go unnoticed as his cock gave a very needy twitch inside your mouth. He wanted to be inside you. But he enjoyed this just as much.
Seeing your eyes almost completely blacked out as you looked up at him while he leaned on his desk, almost sitting on it now that his legs were getting a bit shaky, seeing his hard cock be swallowed by by your eager mouth while a little white ring of his cum began to form around the edges of your lips, it was pure bliss. Nothing else could compare.
"I'll tell you when okay? Get ready, get ready to swallow." You whimpered in anticipation, doubling the pace at which you bobbed your head, "Someone's real desperate for my load. You can have it. You've worked very hard. It's all for you sweetie, every single drop is for you. So make sure to take it all."
Tony's hips snapped forward, his cock now in deep and shooting jet after jet of cum down your throat. At the same time you drove your hips downward, your fingers curling and making you see starts from the combined feeling of it and the taste of Tony's cum.
And gods was there a lot. He let you pull away toward the end, realizing it was a little too much for you. But not before you kissed his tip, letting a white string still hang between it and your lips.
"You look heavenly with my cum dripping from your lips." Tony pressed his thumb against the corner of your lips and wiped away a drop.
"Thank you. I'm happy you enjoyed." You coo and lean into his touch as his hand comes to rest on the top of your head.
"I'm very happy. What man wouldn't be if they had someone as wonderful as you as a girlfriend. But what about you? Could use something bigger than your fingers or are you done for a bit?" The offer made your cunt clench all over again, but it made you hiss as much as it brought you pleasure.
You kissed Tony's softening cock thoughtfully, "Maybe in an hour."
"An hour. Could get some work done then. But I wouldn't mind you keeping my cock warm until then. If you'd like." You licked your lips free of his cum at the suggestion, making sure to gulp it down again very deliberately and watch Tony's eyes glaze over for just a moment before he collected himself enough to walk back to his chair, while gripping his desk for support, and then motion you to join him.
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