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heliads · 1 year

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Hello! Sorry if this request is too vague, please let me know, but I wanted to request a Tony Stark x reader Soulmate AU

Thank u have a good day/night :)

it was a little vague lol which is why i had the people vote in a poll. your soulmate au is that every time soulmates are close but don't meet, they repeat the same day until they do meet. enjoy!

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Tony Stark is beginning to think that he’s lived through this day before.

He’s no stranger to deja vu, or not as much as anyone else, at least. Usually, his days and nights are so bizarre that he has no problem differentiating any given set of twenty-four hours. Aliens only tend to invade the planet once every few weeks, inhumans only go bad once a month, and so he has time in between ends of days to tell which Monday is which.

Still, there’s today, and Tony swears that today has already happened. He woke up this morning, bleary-eyed and not in his own bed. He’d stayed up past his necessary bedtime in the lab again, a practice which is frowned upon by most but produces the results he needs. Maybe that’s why his head isn’t clear. Either that, or someone’s trying to kill him again.

Tony opens his eyes in a mess of gears and wires and thinks, didn’t he just clean that up? Rhodey’s been after him recently to get his shit together, which obviously hasn’t happened yet, given the fact that Hurricane Machine Parts has had yet another landfall on his chosen sleeping desk. Tony blinks unhappily at the bits and bobs scattered helter-skelter in front of him and chooses to solve his problems the usual way, by sweeping everything into a nearby bin and pretending everything is fine.

An alarm goes off on his phone and Tony glares at it before the panic surges. That’s not meant to wake him up, that’s meant to get him out the door in time to make it to a conference. Tony is giving a speech on, well, something he was supposed to remember. Something important. In the end, does it really matter? He’ll say something snarky and possibly brilliant, then pepper in the fact that he’s Iron Man and saves everyone’s asses on a weekly basis so no one can complain. It’s a wonderful scare tactic.

Tony is aware of the fact that he should know what he’s doing, but why should he care when no one else does? Regardless of what he says, he’ll get the same reaction. Everyone in the audience is just there in the hopes that being in the proximity of a billionaire will improve their own trajectory in life.

Tony used to pour his heart and soul into press conferences and scientific discussions until he looked out into the audience one day and realized that no one was paying attention in the slightest. They were pretending marvelously, of course, even had him fooled up until that point, but their focus was just superficial. They nodded along self-importantly with every one of his bullet points, but their heart wasn’t in it, so why should his?

Besides, he gives one of these talks what feels like every day, so it’s not like he’ll have anything new to say anyway. Tony did one of these exact things yesterday, even slept late too. He can’t remember where this conference is being held, nor where yesterday’s was, or even the location of tomorrow’s talk. He’ll ask Happy in the car. Surely his head of security should be aware of where Tony is going.

One rushed morning routine later, Tony is in the car, knuckles clenched bone-white around the steering wheel. Happy has to give him course corrections only three times, increasingly let down with each one. Tony reads between the lines in each and every pursed lip, wincing with the disappointed side eyes. Yes, he’s a trainwreck, yes he’s worse than ever, but does he really have to be reminded of that right now?

Tony makes it to the function in time, smooths his tie and waves soullessly to the press. A woman greets him at the door. Her lipsticked smile says, We’re glad to have you! Her pained stare says, Why are you only here thirty seconds before the show begins?

Tony has no excuses, so he doesn’t give them, only recites the usual dialogue about how delighted he is to be at this conference. You know, the conference. The one for this day, the day that’s different from all the others.

Tony settles into his seat on stage once the moderator introduces him. The funniest thing happens as he waits for the crowd to finish cheering. Although this could be just brushed off as Tony obviously not being as focused as he could be, he swears that this moment seems familiar. The moderator is wearing a rather lurid lime green coat, and wasn’t it just yesterday that Tony was thinking to himself that the man resembled the Grinch if he tried to go corporate?

Tony tears his gaze from the moderator to the crowd. No, this time he’s sure of it. The woman in the front row, left aisle, with the navy jacket asked him a tough question on the possibility of nuclear energy in the future just yesterday. The balding man on the far right nearly knocked himself out trying to get Tony to take a photo with him as he left the event. This is all the exact same as it was before. He has been here before, and if his suspicions are correct, he will repeat this exact same day again and again until he can get something right. Something crazy. Something like a soulmate.

God, Tony didn’t really think he’d get to this point. Soulmates are hypothetically for everybody, but it wouldn’t surprise Tony if they would skip a guy like him. It’s said you can go your entire life without meeting your soulmate, that you end up falling in love with whoever will make do and doing your best to forget that you were slighted by fate’s best gift to humanity. Something about Tony always seemed to fit that bill to a T. Maybe he’d manufacture destiny by finding someone he could love instead. He has always liked to Macgyver his way out of difficult problems, so conjuring up a soulmate out of conjecture would not be his worst hat trick.

Yet here Tony is, stuck in the soulmate loop. There’s only one way to know for sure to know that you’ve met your soulmate. More specifically, there’s only one way to know that you’re meant to meet your soulmate on a particular day: you can’t get out of the same set of twenty-four hours.

The lore goes like this: if you end up in close proximity to your soulmate without actually meeting them, you’ll have to repeat the same day over and over until the two of you make contact. Tony’s parents apparently took five days to get to know each other, but that’s on the low end. He’s heard of bad cases that took months of the same damn day for two people to finally figure each other out. And in a city like this, a place like New York? There are quite literally millions of people who could possibly cross Tony’s path. God, he might even be here for years.

It’s a flawed system, that’s for sure, but Tony has no way to fix this. None at all. The only thing he can do is start going about the process of fixing things. So his soulmate’s somewhere in this day, and it’s someone he’s never met. Maybe they were in the parking garage at the same time as him. Maybe they’re somewhere in this conference center. Maybe they were walking outside Stark Tower when he goes home for late night work.

There are so many places and so many possibilities that it’s starting to freak Tony out, so much so that he almost misses it when the moderator starts asking him questions. Were it not for the fact that Tony’s already lived through this once, he might have stumbled a little. Thankfully, he remembers enough of what he said last time that the words flow like water, giving Tony some space to think about his soulmate instead of which brand of coffee he attributes to giving him the most energy to seize his day. That’s a stupid question anyway.

This also helps him the next day, and the next day, and the next. One week of todays later, Tony is ready to scream. He knew the process of finding one’s soulmate would be difficult, but he didn’t count on it being this difficult. Tony is already going out of his way to meet new people, but even then, how would he know which stranger of dozens is actually his soulmate?

At this point, Tony would settle for just getting out of the loop altogether, soulmate be damned. Maybe that’s not the right attitude to have, but it’s his nonetheless. Every day, he works late into the night, and every morning, all of his progress is gone. Tony can’t even note his discoveries on his phone because his memos clear out overnight, all those breakthroughs vanished into pixels of days past. Happy tells him that he looks tense. Tony fights the urge to hurl himself through a glass window. Such is the way of life.

He tries to look for the bright side of things, if he can’t think about anything else. It’s nice that he gets so many days guaranteed without threats made on his life. If he sticks to schedule, Tony always makes it to the crosswalk in front of the conference center right when the walking man appears. There’s this pretty girl in the back of the auditorium who always gives him this encouraging smile when he takes the stage, like even though Tony starts each show feeling like a trainwreck, she knows he’s going to be alright no matter what.

There are resources available to him. Tony’s had plenty of time to look. There are scores of websites online dedicated to people stuck in a loop and trying to find their soulmate. So long as you don’t mind making the same post every single morning, you can tell people where you’re located and see if you can track down someone in your vicinity. Tony’s been visiting them as of late, hovering over discussion boards like they’ll give him any sort of clue.

Four weeks of the same day. Four weeks of getting nowhere. Tony runs into traffic so he can stare into car windows. He lurks in coffee shops. Pepper thinks he’s going insane, but she changes her mind every twenty-four hours when the day resets, so he doesn’t have it in himself to care much. He just needs to get out of this day. He just needs his life back.

Some part of him wonders, too, who this person must be. Would they be kind or clever? Are they trying half as hard to find him as he is? Have they given up on him already? Tony would like to think that they’re fighting a battle for him, but who truly knows in the end. All he remembers is the same day over and over again.

Then, just when desolation is starting to kick in, Tony sees something. It’s a message on one of a thousand soulmate finding sites. Anyone stuck in today for a really long time? Thirty-three repetitions and counting. I’m in NYC if anyone else is out there. I keep going to Tony Stark’s conference at 10am, but not even his motivational speeches can keep me hopeful for much longer.

Tony almost chokes, then laughs, then lets himself wonder. Thirty-three days sounds about right, and if they’re in the audience of one of his shows, then maybe–

He hits reply before he can stop himself. Also in NYC, also 33 days.

Tony doesn’t dare say anything else. On the car ride over to his conference, Happy asks him why he looks so confused. “It’s like you’re excited about something but you’re trying to pretend you’re not. What, have you annoyed another competitor into folding?” His head of security comments.

“No,” Tony mutters, “and besides, that was only one time. It’s not going to happen again.”

“You tell yourself that,” Happy chuckles, and then they’re at the conference center and they don’t have much to talk about anything, business ventures or soulmates or otherwise.

Tony checks his phone before he goes onstage. The person has responded to him. Wait, really? Where are you?

Tony glances around him. One of the event hosts, that passive aggressive woman, is coming to escort him to the stage, so he doesn’t have much time. Conference center. The one where Stark is speaking.

Then he’s on stage again, repeating the same stupid answers for the same bad questions. Now that he’s been here a couple dozen times, Tony can confirm that they really, really need to get better topics for him to discuss. He would be dozing off were it not for the fact that his soulmate might actually be somewhere in this building. Maybe somewhere in the same hall.

The interview ends, and Tony dares breach public etiquette by pulling out his phone. The stranger has replied again. I’m there too! What’s your seat number? Maybe we can finally break out of this.

Actually, Tony says, I’m the one on stage.

Tony looks around for someone, sees no one, tries to hide his despair. He stands on that stage for a little too long, past the point where the moderator is standing there blankly, grin frozen and eyes wide with the same expression everyone gets when someone does something they shouldn’t in a public setting.

One of Tony’s aides appears out of nowhere, gently tugging on his arm to get him to move off stage. Just as he goes, though, he hears a shout from somewhere in the back of the auditorium.

“Wait! It’s me!”

Tony cannot describe it, this certainty looming in his chest, but he knows it’s his soulmate. They’re here. He whips his head around even as his aide yanks him away. Tony sees a blur of faces, someone pushing through the crowd in the aisle, but the face–

Nothing. No one he can recognize. No one he could find later. They’re a woman, that’s all he’s learned. Tony frantically checks his phone, sees a message saying that she’s figured him out. Tony tries to fight to stay around longer, but now Happy’s determined he’s delusional and Tony is all but packaged into his car and driven away. He’s put on house arrest once he gets back, Pepper and Happy taking turns asking what the hell has gotten into him. Tony tries to explain, but they don’t want to listen. No matter how many times you’ve repeated the same day, you wouldn’t be acting like this. Please be rational.

Tony doesn’t want to be rational, though, he wants to find his damn soulmate. He tries to message his soulmate that he can’t get out of the house, but she’s not answering her phone. Just before the day ends, Tony memorizes her username and prays she’ll have the same one the next iteration of the loop.

He messages her the second he wakes. Is it still you?

Yeah, she says, my phone died, sorry. What happened?

My friends staged an intervention. Apparently I’m acting irrationally.

He can practically sense her laughing on the other end. Repeating the same day 34 times will do that to you.

That’s what I tried to say, he replies, but did they believe me? No.

There’s about a minute pause, and then they message again. Do you think we can do it today? Try to meet again?

I think we can try, Tony says, and that does it.

They make plans. Tony gets ready early. He lingers backstage, waiting, checking his phone every ten seconds. Happy must pick up on this tension, because when he approaches Tony about eight minutes after they arrive, he lingers on the edges of Tony’s peripheral vision, not wanting to interrupt whatever is clearly wrong with him.

“What is it?” Tony asks, distracted.

“There’s someone here for you,” Happy says slowly, “They say they’re your, uh, soulmate. Should I just tell them to leave?”

Tony feels his eyes grow wide. This is not the first time someone has tried to meet him by playing the soulmate card. He gets it: he’s rich, he’s distracted, of course someone would try it. This, however, might be the first time it was real.

“Yeah,” Tony says, “it’s them. Where is she?”

Happy blinks, surprised. “Wait, you’re serious? It’s actually–” At Tony’s exasperated hand waving, Happy hurries himself along. “Sorry, sorry. She’s waiting by the door.”

Happy might be saying something else, but Tony doesn’t hear it. He’s already spinning around, walking as fast as his dress shoes will let him. There’s a woman standing by the east exit. She looks nervous, and half a second after he sees her Tony realizes that she’s the pretty woman from his show. He saw her every single day, and he never even knew it was her.

Tony wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate after so many days of waiting, if there was any way of knowing for sure that it was them. So many weeks later, Tony has an answer: you feel it in your chest, right between your ribs, an electric shock that makes his entire body stand alert.

She must feel it too, because all of a sudden she looks up from where she’s been scanning the crowd and her eyes land on him. She smiles, and it’s because of him. No other reason. Just him.

Words are hard to come by. Should he say something impactful, the perfect sentiment for such an important moment? Surely this is a time for something to remember. Tony’s been repeating this day for a while, though, never truly believing it would come to an end, so when his mental wheels stop spinning, all he can do is something simple, something real.

“Hi,” he says, “I’m Tony.”

She grins at him. He doesn’t know that he’s ever seen an expression so sweet.

“I’m Y/N,” she replies, “it’s great to finally meet you.”

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x-neurodivergent-reader · 2 years

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Headcanons: Tony with an autistic child who has sensory issues

@camerons-specialinterest’s request: “tony with an autistic kid who struggles with sensory issues and sensory overload.”

A/N: The headcanons you included in your request gave me a good starting-off point for this one, so thank you for that! I hope you like these!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: None!

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For whatever items you use to lessen your sensory issues, Tony has at least one extra that he keeps on him, in case you accidentally forget/lose/damage them. It’s no hassle, especially if it’s along the lines of a stim toy getting worn from overuse.

You have a pair of sunglasses that he gave you for bright or weird lighting. Of course, they’re identical to his – he’d like it to be known that you have taste, after all!

Given that the flashing lights and loud talking might be a sensory trigger, it’s all right if you’d rather stay away from spaces/situations where paparazzi or the press could get involved.

As much as he may enjoy being in the public eye, I don’t think he’d be one to show off his child unless they want him to, so he’d respect your boundaries in that regard.

When it comes to driving you somewhere, given his preference for obnoxiously loud cars, he would either keep some ear defenders/headphones in the car for you to use, or just buy a quieter one specifically for driving with you. He can afford it, either way.

On the note of auditory issues, he did also make some defenders of his own with state-of-the-art noise cancelling tech. They work wonders, to the point that you’ve asked him at least once to find a way to mass-produce them, so they can help others with similar issues.

When it comes to texture, your wardrobe is full of clothing that’s comfortable for you to wear, and nothing less, no matter which fabrics you can or can’t handle.

He’s even had clothing tailor-made in your preferred fabrics, especially for situations where you might need to wear something with a specific function.

He also keeps texture in mind when it comes to getting you gifts, such as for your birthday – whether it’s clothes, bedding, soft items, or anything else, it’s guaranteed to be sensory heaven for you!

He isn’t always the one who handles food, since he sometimes works to the point that eating doesn’t cross his mind, but he frequently checks to make sure that you’re stocked up on any food or ingredients that aren’t a sensory trigger.

Given that sensory issues can change over time, he also makes sure he’s up-to-date on which foods are and aren’t edible for you, which textures are and aren’t good, and anything else regarding them.

If something still happens suddenly that causes a sensory overload, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to help you through it - whether it involves sitting quietly with you, talking to you, giving you something to stim with, or leaving the room.

Ideally, you would never have to deal with anything that causes an overload or meltdown - but since that’s unlikely to be the case, he makes sure that he knows how to help his kid, no matter what happens.

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jeonstellate · 3 months

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range iv

johan spends time with her father.

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Johan Anastasia couldn’t dissuade Sergeant Barnes from picking her up for dinner. Then again, she wasn’t successful on asking him to tell either Jess or Luke that she’d take the last train to Harlem tonight, either.

Instead, she had to compromise. (Mostly because he didn’t give her much choice.)

With his specific instructions not to leave where she currently was, Johan was essentially left with no choice but to stay on the rooftop she found solace in.

Rather than continue her talk with the clouds, she opted to actually finish up her little project before the sky lost light. Admittedly, it wasn’t an ideal place to tinker since there wasn’t even any table, but it’d have to do.

Good thing she impulsively decided to buy spare tools when she bought new parts earlier. Or else she’d be forced to tinker with her hands, which would be difficult considering how tiny her project was.

Johan wasn’t sure how long it had been since Sergeant Barnes told her they were on the way. The only thing she knew for sure was the sun’s lower position in the sky and her apparent lack of progress in her project.

"Do you need help?" When she heard a soft thud minutes earlier, she paid it no mind. It didn’t alert her senses, so whatever made that sound must’ve meant no harm. More likely than not, it was probably just a toy poorly aimed by the kids playing below.

It’d be a lie to say she expected it to be a person. However, on the other hand, she wasn’t surprised to see someone standing over her, either.

Johan took the flashlight out of her mouth before addressing her newly arrived companion. "If you don’t mind."

When the Tony Stark merely claimed a spot across from her without another word, she took it as signal to hand him the tweezers and the pen knife she was holding. Once they were out of her grasp, she shifted her hold of the flashlight and shined it on the part of the device that still needed fixing.

"Hold it a little higher," he told her before he folded himself like she had earlier. It wasn’t like they had any other way to be as close to device as needed, given that they were literally on an inaccessible rooftop.

Except for her occasionally giving him instructions and him occasionally asking if he was doing it right, they were relatively silent. Technically speaking, this would mark their third time seeing each other. Yet, despite that, they still seemed to be unsure of each other.

In Johan’s defense, she actually had a lot of questions she wanted to ask the man in front of her. However, she didn’t want to force him to have a conversation with her just because they were alone. So she just kept quiet.

To no one’s surprise, the vehicle containing most of the Avengers — who were supposed to eat dinner with Johan — got stuck in traffic. She didn’t mind the extra wait, mostly because she wasn’t the one who wanted to go to dinner in the first place, anyway.

"You must miss your mother." Having finished the transceivers for her guardians, her and Stark worked their way to address the elephant in the room. "I’m sorry I don’t have many memories of her."

"You don’t need to apologize," she rejected his apology. "I figured you’d only have one memory of her at most, so everything you told me was already more than enough."

Frankly, Johan was surprised he even initiated a conversation. She was more surprised that he opted to fly using his nanotech suit just to arrive ahead of the rest, but it seemed out of her business to ask why. Thus, instead, she just followed along whatever direction he appeared to be leading the conversation to.

"I don’t know how much S.H.I.E.L.D. told you, but I don’t understand feelings and emotions that well," Johan continued. "Missing someone . . . I don’t know what that feels like."

"What emotions can you feel, then?" Why did you ask about your mother?

"Curiosity. Grief." She listed slowly, counting each one with her fingers. Stark quietly hanged onto her every word, almost as if he taking note of them for a reason. "Contentment. Fright. Indifference. Relief. Confusion. Boredom. Resentment." He looked away when his focused stare seemed to have bothered her. Still, even with his head turned away, he continued to intently listen for her next words. "Those are the only ones I understand."

He waited a moment before commenting, "Good job, Kid. That’s a lot of emotions."

It really wasn’t an easy feat. It was something that did deserve a praise — or be celebrated, even. However, Johan merely shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. "I still have a long way to go before I perfect being human."

"Being a human can’t be perfected," he told her. "Even I struggle with it all the time — and I’m way older than you." He turned his head back toward her, just to see her eyes already on him. "You’re doing great, Kid."

Johan didn’t reply right away. "Thank you, I guess." It was her turn to look away, but not for the same reason he did moments prior. She deliberately focused her attention on the butterfly knife she was fidgeting on her hand.

Hearing him refer to her as ‘Kid’ — not as an endearment, but rather like a name — made her realize she had yet to introduce herself properly. She knew the Avengers already knew her as Johan Collins, the kid assassin made by HYDRA that was currently under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s custody. Yet, still, he — and presumably the rest of them — kept up with directly addressing her by what she preferred to be called.

As much as she appreciated their conscious effort, it also meant she would have to give them a similar notice that she had previously given Sergeant Barnes. Hopefully, this would be the last time she’d give the notice one-by-one.

"You know," she started with her eyes still on the knife, "my mother gave me your name."

"What?" Stark blurted in surprise. She could hardly blame him. S.H.I.E.L.D. strictly controlled every information they release about her for her protection. She didn’t even have her own database file until recently, following her thirteenth birthday. But even then, most of the information in there were either undisclosed or falsified.

Johan stopped fidgeting with her butterfly knife. She met his stunned stare with her dead serious one. "Your name is left blank on my birth certificate, but my name is registered as Johan Anastasia Stark." She gave him a moment to digest her words before she continued on. "I don’t know why my mother gave it to me, but I— I’m not going to force you to take your role. Or any role, for that matter.

"I don’t know if we’ll cross paths after tonight; but, if we do, give me a sign then on what you’ve decided."

She watched him nod slightly, although it looked unconsciously done. "A sign? Can’t I just tell you?"

"No," Johan’s response was almost immediate. "Flat-out rejection tastes bitter. And I like my coffee with a shit ton of sugar."

Stark didn’t even register that she just cursed. "You think I’d reject being your father?"

"Why wouldn’t you?" She challenged, tilting her head slightly. "It makes more sense."

He searched for something in her eyes. She had no clue on what it could possibly be, since she knew her eyes gave nothing away. Nevertheless, he seemed to have found whatever it was that he was looking for. "May I give you a sign now?"

"No," she rejected once more. "You need to at least pretend to ponder on it for a long time. I don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with regrets."

I need a definite answer, something that you won’t take back later when you change your mind.

"Okay," he eventually agreed. "Next time, then."

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yandereaffections · 2 years

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Yandere Tony Stark with an assassin darling.

Tony would figure it out rather quickly, maybe not as fast as he admits to though, he blames it on the way you easily distract him with the way you move and the lingering touches in an attempt to get closer to the millionaire.

He wouldn't be afraid to make you aware of what he knows about you either, the moment he fell for your mysterious self there was no way he wasn't going to scavenge for in depth information, tony enjoys the look of pure shock on your face when the fact he's on higher ground becomes clear to you

There's nothing better to him than a confident opponent, even better when you stand there shocked unsure of your next move. Tony likes seeing you all confused, happily watching your expression grow when he admits to having a attraction to his little assassin and wanting to keep them.

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 2 years

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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Part X. Bening.

Tony gasped, Steve lost his balance for a moment and Bucky… he was no longer Bucky. He was no one.

“So, thank you Soldat for crushing her heart. It made her flawless” Faustus concluded and the light behind the mirror turned on suddenly and you were there. A broken, beaten down, empty version of you. You were sitting on a chair, the same chair they had used on him too many times before. You seemed in a tragic peace, that kind of peace he had felt when he was no longer the Soldat for a mere second. You weren't awake or so it seemed to him. Big bruises were covering your arms but your face was nothing like he had seen on the video. You were no longer appearing wounded, but something wasn't there anymore. You were alone in that chair, in the other room, no guards, no soldiers, nothing… It seemed confusing to the other two, Steve and Tony, how Faustus could leave you alone. Bucky knew the answer; he had been left alone too many times in that chair. He wasn't sure if he recognized the soldier characteristics on you, but it became evident you weren't the person he had lost. This had to be the cruelest thing he ever had to do – watch you and do nothing. But something told him that it wouldn’t last. More than twenty of his super soldiers barged into the room while you were still in that catatonic state, alone. “Es ist zeit aufzuwachen, Schattenteufel” Faustus spoke, and your eyes were piercing through the mirror. Fuck this shitshow, Bucky thought and threw his fist through the two-way mirror. But he wasn’t ready for what he saw. It was happening. He hadn’t been there on time to save you and now Faustus had turned you into… “Bereit zu erfüllen”… ready to comply. Your eyes were dead, you weren’t looking, you couldn’t see anything. “Love, it’s me. It’s Bucky. I’ll get you out of here” Bucky kept saying but he knew he couldn’t wake you up. Natasha and Wanda had joined Steve and Tony, and they were handling the situation a lot better than he was handling this. You were a soldier. You had been throught the same torment he had. And he only had himself to blame. “Terminate him” Faustus commanded you and you grabbed your gun. He wasn’t shocked because of HYDRA’s emblem on your sleeve. He wasn’t even shocked that Faustus had done this. It was your eyes that made his breathing all the more difficult. Empty and glass-like, dead. Before Bucky could do anything else, Faustus had his hand on your back, in a possessive way marking you as he is. “Don’t you fucking touch her” Bucky growled through gritted teeth, eyes never leaving yours. Faustus grinned like a madman. He was aware that Bucky could not do anything, not while you were here and in danger. You had remained motionless all this time, as if you couldn’t even hear him. You were only blinking unaffected by his taunts. Bucky was searching something, anything, any trace of the person he knew you were, somewhere hidden, trying to scream for help but he knew it was foolish of him to try. “Love,” Bucky was calling out, targeting his devotion only on you, even as Faustus tried to command you. “Snap out of this, please, love”, he tried again. He was absolutely terrified for the first time in his life, utterly afraid. You couldn't even look at him, your eyes had never met his. “Please, she knows you're not the true Barnes. She knows that she has killed her love. She is very much aware that I control her. She just cannot snap out of it, as you so blatantly put it. Isn’t that right, little Shadow Devil?” he asked you. You nodded. He should have expected that, but it didn’t make the pain of your empty stare any less excruciating. That monster had made you believe you had killed him. he understood now that he had to prove to you that he was alive for you to break away from his commands. He also noticed that you had no words used on you. that could only mean one thing. He wasn't controlling you through a series of words, he was manipulating you. God knows how many hallucinating drugs had given you, how many elaborate stage acts had he put you through. But all of this meant but you could be saved. “Darling, look at me. I’m not dead. I am here. I am here”. No matter how much he tried there was no sign of realization, no expression on your face that indicated that you could actually see him. Nothing. “Er gibt vor, er zu sein. Er ist nicht. Töte ihn” Faustus said to you and something inside you snapped. You took one look at him, and instead of love and softness, hatred and pain stained your face. Bucky didn’t know much German but “kill him” was pretty clear to him. Bucky glanced behind him. There were so many soldiers, but Wanda tried to snoop around your mind. “She is awake. He is not handling her. There are no words” Wanda confirmed. However, you just nodded, didn’t even blink, aimed towards Bucky and pulled the trigger. Everyone grew quiet and the silence was echoing like the fire of the release. Bucky stumbled back, Steve rushed towards him, using his shield to block you. When they looked up again you were stalking towards them and all they could see was someone who looked like you but wasn't. The only thing he recognized was the look in your eyes - you had a mission to finish. It terrified them but it made Bucky’s heart collapse; you were cold and compartmentalized; you were a weapon. Steve was yelling at him, to run, that he would take care of this, but he wouldn’t budge. With one hand, you ripped the shield away from them and threw it across the room, almost slicing Tony. You weren’t usually that strong and both, Steve and Bucky, were amazed and terrified. “Baby please. I am here. You know me”. He had no other option. This was it. Steve tried to block your punch but apparently you were on some strong shit, as you sent him flying to his shield, as you shoved Bucky forcefully to the ground before you scrambled for the gun. He didn’t have even a second to stand before you were towering over him, gun aimed down at his chest. Everyone stopped. Everything became still. Even Faustus’s soldiers were looking at the scene. Bucky stopped trying. This was the way he died. This was the only way he wanted to die, too. Staring at you. He had gone through everything with you. His hardest goodbye, his most lovely hello. His most tender kiss, his most difficult finale. He knew that you would snap out of it, hoping that you wouldn’t hold it against you. He knew that it would always end exactly where he was. He wouldn’t fight you. Even if he could have done everything differently, even if he had acted upon his skills… he wouldn’t. “Since the moment I saw you punching that guy, it was my heart that jumped upon your hands” he realized he was saying goodbye. You were about to pull the trigger, but your eyes stopped being dead. Something in them glistened. Easy like breathing, soft and passionate, with a lot of arrogance going into it. It almost felt like child’s kiss, too pure but too raw as well. His moves weren’t calculated, he wasn’t an expert and it showed. He was nervous and his lips trembled when you bit down, demanding control. You stopped after a moment and realized what just happened. Bucky didn’t. “I’m sorry but I wanted to do that since the moment I saw you punching the guy” he admitted shyly but with a smile. You chuckled and shook your head. He was quicker to trust, you thought and understood just how much of a hellish century he had been through. “You want me to punch you too?” you asked him, feigning innocence. You could probably beat this one up. Maybe. He laughed and it was one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. His laugh was genuine and sincere. “Dunno about punching but you can knock me unconscious in a couple of other ways, sweetheart” he suggested and winked at you. That, you did not expect. Your eyes would pop out of their sockets any moment now and you couldn’t even keep your mouth from reaching the floor. He had that kind of influence on you, and you didn’t even know why.

He was here, underneath the threat of your gun. He was alive. He was here. Your mind was numb, but you were slowly waking up. It felt as if your conscience was just waking up from a slumber of eons. You didn’t dare move or reveal any expression. “What are you waiting for? Töte ihn!” Faustus commanded you but it slipped right through you. He had gotten into your mind. He had manipulated you in a sardonic way. He had pinched you and injected you with every single prototype of his super serum. You wanted to throw up. Goosebumps run down your back. You pressed your gun to Bucky’s chest, and he took in a sharp breath. To anyone who didn’t know him, they would see someone afraid for his life. To you, it meant he knew. It was the first deep breath you took in ages. A minute nod of your head and he could burst into tears. He would kill Faustus if it was the last thing he did. In a swift move, you got up and pointed your gun towards Fennhoff. Bucky was right next to you, two knives ready to be used, in his hands. He laughed and mocked you and you tasted blood on your mouth. “So much wasted potential. Pathetic” he fired at you, but he was cornered, and he knew it. You contemplated your position. Killing him would be mercy. Letting someone else do it, wouldn’t make you feel any better. Your mouth twitched. “Pathetic, weak girl. You are putting him first. For fuck’s sake, he is broken. Not even a good soldier – such a failure. You care about him? This wretched man you call “Bucky”, this is the disappointment of every scientist …” he went on and on and on and on. The only thing you heard was your heartbeat, getting steadier by the second. You walked closer to him. “Take his name out of your mouth, Fennhoff” you growled. Even now, even after everything… you hated him because of what he had done to him, not you. Well, it was personal, but you chose to ignore that for the moment. He laughed at you. Until you pulled the trigger and shot him. His head opened up like a rose, blood staining your face.

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Timeless (XXI)

A/N: Happy 104th Birthday, Steve Rogers!!! Here’s the next chapter of Timeless! Please remember that Timeless was inspired by @just-dreaming-marvel ‘s Out Of Time series and that you should consider giving it a read. Likes, comments, reblogs and any feedback is appreciated.

(Previously On...)

Once she felt like she had calmed down enough, Olivia left her room and headed back downstairs to the living room. She found Pepper there, doing some work yet again. The strawberry blonde looked up from the tablet she had been working on and gasped softly.

"Olivia...are you alright?" she asks her.

The young girl pulls the glove off her right hand, the glove provided some shielding from the wall but, not enough.

"I um...I punched the wall..." she admits with some embarrassment.

Pepper sets her tablet aside and gets up from the chair she had been sitting in, "I'll go grab the medical kit." she tells her.

She walks out of the living room and returned moments later with a first aid kit. She takes a seat beside Olivia, who had taken a seat on the couch, before opening up the kit. The strawberry blonde woman pulled out an antiseptic spray, a cotton pad and a couple of bandages. Pepper carefully picked up the young woman's hand and cleaned around the wound first, Olivia watches her and gets lost in a memory.

Olivia watched as Bucky treated the wounds on her left hand after she had punched the tree. In the moment, she had barely felt any pain as her anger had clouded her senses but, now as Bucky held her hand carefully, she could feel the pain radiating in her knuckles. Her Cerulean eyes tracked Bucky's movements, watching as he poured some rubbing alcohol on a gauze before using it to cleaning the blood off her hand.

"Ouch!" Olivia yelped, the sting of the antiseptic spray jolting her out of her memories.

"Sorry, sorry. But, you know if you didn't punch the wall...you wouldn't be in this position." Pepper tells her.

Olivia sighed, "I know. It was just...I was so angry. I wish Tony would just drop it about my hand. I'm not....I'm not ready to talk about it and I wish he'd respect that." she says.

Pepper nods, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he'll leave you alone about it."

She wraps the bandage around the brunette's hand and then she was done.

"There you go." she says.

"Thank you." Olivia pulls her glove back on.

"I'm happy to help, just try not to do that again...okay?" Pepper tells her.

Olivia nods, "Okay, I'll try not to." she promises.

She then gets up from the couch, "I think I'll head down to the workshop...check in on Tony." she tell Pepper.

Pepper gives her a nod before closing the first aid kit and gets up to put it up. Olivia walks out of the living room and heads down the second set of stairs to get to the workshop. When she could see into the workshop, she saw that Tony was being suited up in some kind of metal suit. The current brunette inputted her code into the digital keypad before entering the workshop.

"What in the world?!" she questioned.

"JARVIS, I thought I told you to put the workshop into lock-down." Tony says from his position.

"Sir, you also told me that Ms. Coulson can be allowed into the workshop at anytime." the AI reminds him.

"Tony, what the hell is that?" Olivia asked in confusion.

"It's a suit. I'm just trying to test it out." he answers.

"But, you're going to test it outside the workshop...right?" she questions.

"Well, yeah." Tony says as if it were obvious.

Olivia walked further into the workshop, making her way closer to Tony. She moves around to stand in front of him.

"I thought you were smart, Mr. Stark. Don't you think I would've notice if you were no longer in the building or that JARVIS would have alerted me to your sudden departure?" she questions him.

"I uh..." Tony started.

"Sir, my job is to protect you. In case it managed to slip your mind, you were kidnapped and were missing for three months. You can't leave this house without me, now please step out of the suit." Olivia tells him.

"If you take a seat at my desk, JARVIS can keep you informed with my location. He will also give you the stats of the suit. You can't stop me from testing it out, so please just let me do this." Tony tells her.

She sighs, "Fine, fine." she steps back from the suit that Tony was encased in and makes her way to Tony's desk.

"JARVIS, do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control." she hears Tony tell his AI.

"Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is-" JARVIS attempts to warn.

"JARVIS! Sometimes you got to run before you can walk. Ready?" Tony cuts off.

"Wait, Tony! It sounds like there's some dangers to this, please step out of the suit." Olivia calls out.

Tony ignores Olivia, "In three...two...one," he counts down.

The suit lifts off the ground before it takes off, exiting the garage and flies up into the sky. Olivia rounds Tony's desk and sits in the chair before looking at the display that JARVIS had pulled up for her. Her Cerulean eyes take in all the data and stats that are being displayed right in front of her. Then she notices Tony's change of direction, he was heading straight up.

"What is he...?" she mutters to herself in confusion.

She watches as Tony seems to climb high into the sky until...

"JARVIS, what's going on? Why is Tony falling? W-what's happening?" she questions the AI all at once.

She got no immediate response.

"JARVIS!" she calls out.

"Ms. Coulson, Mr. Stark-" JARVIS started.

"Is fine, just fine. Thanks for your concern." Tony's voice interrupts JARVIS over the intercom.

She leans back into the chair, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Tony, thank God. You gave me quite the scare." she tells him.

"Sorry, sorry. That wasn't my intention. I'm coming to land on the roof now, be down soon." he says.

"Alright," she responds.

She adjusts her position in the chair, sitting up straighter now. She leans forward and rests her head on top of her hands as she stares at the screen in front of her. Suddenly, there came a loud crashing sound which caused Olivia to jump up from the chair and pulled out her gun.

She rounds the desk, to get a better look at her surroundings then she notices a hole in the ceiling before taking note of an armored clad Tony laying on one of his nice cars which was now crushed underneath him.

She turns the safety back on, on her gun before putting it back into the waistband of her jeans before quickly making her way to Tony's side.

"Are you alright?" she asks in concern.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he tells her in a dismissive tone.

"JARVIS, makes note of what needs to be fix." he then tells the AI.

"Of course, sir." he responds.

"Tony, you just fell from the sky. There is no way you can be fine." Olivia tells him.

"I didn't fall from the sky, I fell from two inches above the roof." he corrects her.

He gets up from the indentation in the car and starts walking away.

"Tony, that suit is dangerous. You have to get rid of it, its my job to protect you, you don't need some suit of armor." she says, following after him.

"The suit is staying, this is my life. Not yours. This isn't about you." Tony tells her.

She sighs, this wasn't how she expected this visit to go.

"You're right. I just...never mind, I'll leave you to get out of that." she tells him before going to leave the workshop.

"Olivia," Tony calls out.

"How's your hand?" he questions when she stops walking.

"It's fine. Pepper patched it up for me before I came down here." she answers.

"Right. Well, if you uh...if you can't sleep, you are more than welcome to come down here." he tells her.

She turns around to look at him, "I appreciate it. And you should try to sleep as well." she tells him.

"Goodnight," he tells her.

"Goodnight, Tony."

Olivia exited the workshop and returned to her room. She took her gloves off once she was in the safety of her room, allowing her hands to breathe. Before she could even ask, JARVIS went about pulling up the security camera footage.

She sits down and decides to watch the footage for awhile, watching Tony work. After about ten minutes pass, she gets up and moves to her bed. She crawls under her covers and lays down, facing the wall. She closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep.

After awhile, she sits up on her bed, hoping that a decent amount of time had passed but, when she looked at the digital clock that was in her room, it told her that it was only forty-five after two. She groaned in annoyance and threw her covers back before climbing out of bed.

She checks the security footage to see that Tony was working down in his workshop. She then decides to head back down to the workshop. She enters the workshop yet again and it garnered Tony's attention.

"Did you even try?" he wonders as he resumes his work.

"I did. Thought maybe I had managed to fall asleep for an hour only to be proven wrong." she answers.

"Did you?" she then asks.

"Nope." was his answer.

"Tony," she says in a condescending tone.

"No." he responds.

"Have you had any rest since you've returned from being held hostage for three months?"

"Yes." he tells her.

"Oh yeah? How much have you gotten?" she asks him, with a raised brow.

"I uh..."

"Ms. Coulson," JARVIS interrupts. "Mr. Stark has gotten a total of 30 hours of sleep upon returning." he informs her.

"Wow, J, can't believe you ratted me out." Tony says in disbelief.

"I'm here to serve, sir." JARVIS tells him.

Olivia sighs, "Okay alright. Tony, lets sit." she says.

Tony looks at her in confusion, "What, why?" he wonders.

"Well, you can't sleep and I can't sleep so I figured that maybe we could talk. Been told talking about traumatic experience can be helpful." she tells him.

"Uh...no thanks. Don't think so." Tony denies.

"Tony, c'mon." she says.

"No, I'm not planning-"

"I fell out of plane and splashed down into the ocean." Olivia started.

Tony's head popped up at the sudden revelation and he turned from his work to look at her.

"My uh...my older brother and I...we were trying to stop this terrorist from bombing New York." she shares more, clenching her left hand and remembered that she hadn't put her gloves back on when she gotten up from her bed.

Tony leaves his work station and moves to take a seat beside the young girl on the couch in his workshop.

"There was...some kind of power source on the plane and I knew...I knew that I had to get my hands on it. When I got my hand on it, I quickly dropped it. As soon as I had grasped it, it burned my hand. The next thing I know, that same power source burned through the floor of the plane and I uh..." she trails off.

"You fell," Tony finishes for her.

"Yeah, I fell into the ocean with the power source. I made the rash decision to grab onto it again while I was free-falling." she says.

Tony nods, "And your brother?" he inquires.

Olivia takes a breath, "To keep the bomb from reaching New York, my brother put the plane down. I was told that he didn't make it, and I'm still confused on how I survived." she tells him.

"So that's why you can't sleep." Tony figures.

"It's part of the reason, yes. There are some other things that haunt me, things I'm not ready to discuss." she tells him.

"So when...whenever someone asks about your gloves which reminds you of your hand...it sends you back there, falling." he says. "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have pushed you to talk about it if I had known."

"Tony, how could you have know? It's not listed on my record anywhere and I don't talk about personal issues with any employers so that way I don't get patronized or compromised." she tells him. "And all of my focus can remain on my job."

"Can I see?" he inquires.

She nods before rolling up her left sleeve of her pajamas. Tony took note of the damage done to her skin, it wasn't just limited to her hand. In fact, the burn had clearly spread up most of her forearm, stopping just a little below the crease of her elbow.

He then held his left hand out to her and she gingerly set her scarred hand in his palm. He gently held her hand within his own, carefully rubbing his thumb over the marred skin. He couldn't believe that the young girl before him had suffered something so traumatic, he admired her strong spirit.

Olivia had been watching him carefully the whole time. She never had someone hold her hand so gently well, other than Coulson when he examined the extent of the damage. After some moments of silence, Olivia spoke again.

"Are you...are you back in that cave?" she wonders in a soft tone. "Whenever you close your eyes...is that where you are?"

Tony had looked up from her hand to her face when she had spoken. He was quiet for a second longer before responding to her question.

"Yes," he matched her soft tone.

"If you...if you want to, you can talk about it with me. If you don't...well, that's okay too. I'll be here when you're ready. Well, up until they decide that you're in the clear and safe." she tells him.

"And then?" he asks.

"And then I'd begin my next job wherever I'm hired next." she says.

"What if...what if I wanted you to stay?" he wonders.

Olivia was not expecting that question. She figured he'd be ready to get rid of his "babysitter" and the two of them weren't exactly close. Tonight being the only time they've really had a personal conversation. Would he really still want her around if he ended up discovering the truth.

"Well...I guess that it would just depend." she finally answered.

"On what?" Tony asked in curiosity.

"How much sleep we get." she tells him.

"Right, right. Well, fair enough. I'll let you go then." He says.

"I already told you, sir. I'm not sleeping until you do." she reminds him.

"Okay. Well...I have an idea then." he tells her.

He gets up from the couch and since he was still holding Olivia's hand, the young girl stood up as well.

"Go upstairs and grab all the blankets and pillows that in the linen closet near the living room, JARVIS will show you where it is." he tells her.

Olivia was confused by the task but, did it nonetheless once Tony had released her hand. She pulled her sleeve back down before leaving the workshop and headed upstairs.

"JARVIS?" she called once she was upstairs.

There came the sound of a lock clicking before a door swung open not five feet from where she stood. She approached the closet that had been opened for her and grabbed blankets and a couple pillows before closing the door and returned to the workshop.

Upon reentering, she takes note of the couch cushions that had been removed from the couch and set up in a certain way in front of the t.v. Tony turned to her and took the blankets out of her arms and continued setting up.

"What's this?" she wonders.

"It's a fort." he answers.

"Why did you make a fort?" she asks.

"Because it's fun. Haven't you ever slept in a fort before?" he asks.

Olivia shook her head and Tony gasped.

"What?! Every kid sleeps in a fort at least once in their life."

She shrugs, "Well, I never did."

"Then it's a good thing I'm changing that. Now get in." he tells her.

Olivia stared at Tony for a few minutes before she got down and crawled into the fort, Tony crawled in behind her. The two of them got situated and faced the tv on the wall. Tony changed the channel to some cartoon that was playing late at night. The two of them watched t.v on their stomach's for some time until, sleep called for the both of them. Olivia attempted to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep and Tony noticed.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, you're not there. Rest, you need it." he tells her.

"Tony, I'm fine." she dismisses.

He rolls his eyes at her statement before tugging the pillow she had been holding to her chest out of her arms and guided her to lay down. He pulled a blanket up over her before settling down beside her. JARVIS automatically lowered the volume of the t.v as the two got situated to fall asleep.

"Mr. Stark...I'm not sure if-"

"Relax Coulson, we're just going to sleep. Nothing more, besides you're a bit too young for me anyways." he reassures her.

Olivia nodded tiredly before settling her head against the pillow below her. Tony lays down beside her and tugged her into his chest. She ended up face to face with the arc reactor in his chest, the device glowing dimly beneath his shirt. The white noise the t.v provided and the soft thud of Tony's heart beating lulled the young girl to sleep, her fingers clutching onto his shirt. Tony looked down at her, taking in her sleeping form before he too drifted off to sleep. JARVIS turned off the remaining lights but, left the t.v on.

(Next Time On...)

#Timeless #Marvel Imagine #Marvel Fanfiction #Marvel Imagines #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #Iron Man One #Iron Man 1 #Olivia Rogers #Olivia Coulson #Tony Stark #Tony Stark Imagine #Iron Man Imagines #Tony Stark Imagines #Iron Man Imagine #platonic!Tony Stark x OC #Pepper Potts

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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His innocent assistant

Pairing | Tony Stark x Lab Assistant!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 600 words

Summary | Tony's feeling a little needy, and he can't resist asking his sweet, innocent lab assistant for help. You don't like seeing your boss in any discomfort, so you're more than happy to help out.

Rating | Explicit (E)

Warning(s) | Use of nickname: Sweet Girl, innocent Reader

Smut | Reference to a blowjob, cockwarming, Daddy kink, slight size kink

A/n | I found this deep down in my drafts, and I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for sparking this idea at the time. This is my little present from me to you this Christmas! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | This isn’t proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.

Events Masterlist | Free Space | @marvel-smash-bingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

"C'mere, Sweet Girl, Daddy's having a problem, and he needs your help to fix it," Tony says in a sweet voice, knowing exactly what to say to get you to listen to him and do exactly as he says.

"Is everything okay, Daddy?" You ask, still a little unsure of calling him Daddy, but he assures you that it's normal for lab assistants to call their bosses Daddy.

"M perfect, Sweet Girl," he tells you as he's eyeing you in your dress that hugs every curve to perfection. It's one of your favorites, and you put it on because Tony told you he liked it the last time you were at one of Tony's parties.

"It's okay; you can get closer. I won't bite." Stretching out his hand, you put yours in his, and he guides you over to him, and that's when you see he's incredibly hard. Seeing you doing as he asks has him hard beyond belief, and he can't believe he has such an obedient, innocent, sweet thing as his lab assistant.

"D-Daddy, are you in pain again? I can help it go away again! Last time, it worked, too!" You tell him excitedly, referring to when you helped "cure" his pain by sucking him off.

"I am Sweet Girl, but I don't think that medicine will work today. I think the one that might help me feel better is in your Princess parts," he says, meaning your - now soaked - pussy.

"But Daddy, it's so big I don't think it will fit!" You tell him with a frown and slight pout, making Tony only hornier. He's never been more glad with someone as innocent as you.

"Don't worry, Sweet Girl; Daddy will make sure it's going to fit, and when it does, you can sit on my lap and keep me warm; how does that sound?"

After thinking about it for a few seconds, you happily nod, wanting to do anything you can to help your boss get rid of his pain. He takes a seat on one of the rolling chairs in his lab before unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, finally able to free his thick, long, veiny cock.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to it, and you start to salivate at the sight, biting your lip while subconsciously squeezing your thighs together for a little relief.

"I'm ready for you, Sweet Girl," he tells you before pulling you closer, and one of his hands glides under your dress to your soaked pussy.

"Did you not wear panties today, Sweet Girl? Hmm, and I can already feel the medicine, but it needs to be in before it can work," Tony says as he guides you to straddle his lap.

You've never been with someone as big as Tony before, and it is quite a stretch since he's long and thick, but your pussy it's tight and small, making it a bit of a stretch. With a deep groan, he slides you onto his cock, and loud moans escape your lips, unable to hold them in. It's not that Tony would want you to do that, anyway.

"Oh, Daddy! Feels so good," you tell him as you experimentally roll your hips a few times, but his large hands quickly stop you on your hips.

"You just need to keep me warm, Sweet Girl; that's the best way for the medicine to work,'' he tells you. Once you're finally comfortable, you lean into Tony and place your head on his shoulder, earning yourself the praise you've been dying to hear from him daily.

"Good fuckin' girl,'' he tells you with a deep groan before getting comfortable and letting you melt into his hold as he returns to what he was doing.

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ir0npvrker · 1 month

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morgan: *finds a stray cat*

morgan: can we keep it?

pepper: your dad is allergic

morgan:

morgan: dad can stay outside

#source: tumblr #imagine for the sake of the joke that tony is allergic to cats #morgan stark #pepper potts #tony stark #irondad #iron man #marvel #mcu #avengers #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect quotes

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batarangsoundsdumb · 2 years

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in my head bruce is faster than the kids and it pisses them off so much. they're in their prime and this 40 y/o guy who sleeps like two hours a night and puts protein shakes in his coffee and calls that breakfast can outrun them

#i imagine dick used to run track as a teen and he'd be ahead of the group and then you have bruce casually jogging along with a camera #at the gotham 10k they drug test him #bruce is the kind of guy to run an iron man #he has all the characteristics; insane #im at an iron man event rn and all these ppl should get help actually. they voluntarily swim 4 km #and then they bike 180 km #and THEN they do a full marathon #these bitches spend like 12 hours straight up doing that #and then they get a t-shirt and go home??? like girlllll #bruce wayne #batman #batfam

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Suck

Imagine giving bucky the absolute sloppiest messy head he’s gotten in his life.

He’s back from a stressful mission and has 0 energy to do anything but he’s also too high strung to fall asleep right away. He’s showered and splayed out on the bed in just his boxer briefs, eyes closed, his arm slung over his face, but muscles tensed.

He feels shuffling at the foot of the bed, your nimble fingers toying with the waistband of his briefs. Before he can say anything you tug them off, and shimmy down to lie between his legs.

“Y/n, baby you don’t have to - oh shit” his voice melts into a low moan as soon as he feels your warm wet mouth suck on his balls, laving your tongue between his seam and working your way up his shaft.

“Shhh, just relax, gonna take care of you, pretty boy” you coo, nipping his inner thigh. His arm is still covering his face but you can see his lips part, sucking in a breath when you kiss his sensitive cockhead, letting your tongue swipe across his slit before wrapping your lips around him.

“God damn, baby” a low rumble emits from his chest when you start to move your head up and down, sucking harder as you pull up and breathing out your nose when you take him further in your mouth. Your getting his cock soaked and hard, moaning each time he touches the back of your throat.

“Oh sweetheart - fuck - mmmmph” he bites back a whine when his tip breeches your throat, constricting around his length as you take him as deep as you can. His hips start to rut up, thighs squirming, gently fucking your mouth while you continue to slobber all over his cock.

His finger start to twitch, desperate for more of the pleasure you’re giving him, all the stress in his body melting away and going straight to his cock, throbbing and hard as ever against your tongue. You can feel his veins pulsing, your eyes flicking up to see his chest heaving, thrusting his hips up a little more.

He loves the gag you let out, no longer able to keep his hands to himself, bringing them down to either side of your head. He knows you want to take care of him but his cock is about to explode and he needs this so bad.

“Fuck yes baby, suck my cock” he lets out loud moan, holding your head in his hands to keep you in place rocking his hips up and off the bed to fuck your face. His thighs are spread out, heels digging into the mattress with his abs tensed, your mouth slick with his precum. He’s thrusting up with his head thrown back, alternating between watching how angelic you look with your swollen lips and tear stained face and squeezing his eyes shut because you look too fucking pretty with his dick in your mouth.

The harder he fucks your face, the louder he gets, his entire body feeling like it was lit up from pleasure.

“God, you look too pretty like this angel- fuck I love it when you suck my cock, makes me wanna cum so hard - shit”

“Wanna fuck your face for hours, that’s it, choke on my fat cock baby, fuck it’s so thick in your little mouth”

“Can barely get in in your throat, c’mom princess, make room for me, that’s-that’s it, atta girl, open wide, open, gonna give you so much cum”

“SUCK IT BABY, YES, SUCKING MY DICK SO GOOD”

“SUCK. MY. COCK” he couldn’t possibly get any louder, thrusting up hard in your mouth, punctuating each word with his tip stretching your throat. “FUCK-GOD DAMN

Imagine poor Steve walking down the hall past Buckys room with Tony and Sam, his cheeks going bright red while Tony cackles and high fives Sam.

“Lucky terminator” Tony muses, only a little envious, mostly curious because Bucky hardly makes a sound even when he gets stabbed and now-

“Damn right” Sam snorts while Steve drags the both of them alone before they press their ears to the door.

“You’re both perverts”

“And tinman is having the time of his life-

“Good God-

“He keeps calling for God-

“I’m going to send you both to the raft”

Bucky could not give less of a fuck if anyone saw or heard him right now, utterly wrecked as he starts to pant, his orgasm at the base of his cock, balls tight and heavy.

“Gonna bust in that mouth baby- gonna milk me empty, fuck it’s so good, it’s so so good” his hips stutter, pressing you face flush against the base of his cock, stilling as his cock starts to throb. You can taste him flooding your tongue with his excessive load, the serine combined with how pent up he was spilling more than you can handle.

“Fuck drink my cum baby, you look so pretty with my milk in your mouth”

You drink up his silky streams, letting his cum dribble down his shaft before licking it right back up, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip each time. He’s just a whining and whimpering mess when you clean him with your mouth, making sure to get every single drop, emptying his balls and pulling off with a satisfied hum.

The second you gently kiss his spent and soft cock, he’s out like a light, not a stress on his face, soft snores now filling the room.

Mission accomplished.

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heliads · 1 year

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Hello, could I request headcanons on what it's like to date Tony Stark? I read a lot of your marvel fics and they're really good btw!!

anyone who requests headcanons is my automatic fave, thank you for giving me more time to do hw 😭

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First of all, it takes just about everything in you to convince Tony to let you get close to him in the first place

Pushing people away, although it isn’t easy when it’s someone he cares about, is the only way Tony can guarantee his loved ones will stay alive

It was only once you let him know in no uncertain terms that you wouldn’t be abandoning him come hell or high water that he gave in and let you into his heart

Tony loves easily, after all, he just tries too hard to protect too many people and that leads to him cutting off relationships when he shouldn’t

After you started dating, though, he’s never been happier

He likes to casually pepper mentions of you into every conversation he’s ever had

“You know, my girlfriend thinks–”

“Have I told you what my girlfriend did this weekend?”

It drives the other Avengers a little crazy but so long as Tony’s still paying their bills he really doesn’t care

Expect to be entertained by scientific monologues when you get up in the morning

Tony’s not going to wake you up to tell you something he discovered, at least one of you should get their beauty rest, but so long as you’re awake, your attention is fair game

Tony may take you as a plus one to whatever galas and charity events he can get away with, but his favorite time spent with you is out of the public eye

The two of you will rent a cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere and try to relax for once in your lives

It’s peaceful, which is not a term you expected to use in describing Tony Stark, but it’s true

It’s good, to put it simply, good and yours

There’s nothing you would change about it :)

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jeonstellate · 3 months

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sunsets & silhouette dreams — range ø

johan is like her father more than she personally realizes.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character

⚝༄ mentions of kidnapping, murder, manipulation, torture, human experimentation, memory wipe, & brainwashing

⚝༄ paragraph format — 0.6K words

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Johan Anastasia Collins, as her pseudo-file in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database addressed her as, was admittedly dramatic.

Which, given that she didn’t even know how to properly express her feelings until three years ago, was quite ironic.

She was born to Dawn Antoinette Collins in a cold autumn morning. She was raised in a luxurious high-rise apartment in Queens, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. As many children, she had obsessions: cars and Iron Man.

Her early childhood was like any other children born into a single-parent family who could afford one of the highest floors in the building. Her mother didn’t spoil her nor made poor attempts to fill in the void where her father should’ve been. Instead, to keep her occupied, she was enrolled in pre-kindergarten a year early and signed up for piano lessons.

Her later childhood was like any other HYDRA captive that was sculpted to be an asset. She was kidnapped as she was processing the murder of her mother. She was manipulated to think her earlier trainings were for her wellbeing, so she could finally see her father. She was tortured and experimented on to increase her value as an asset, with HYDRA going as far as replacing her hands with metal. She was wiped off of memories that made her vulnerable and human. She was brainwashed to carry out missions for the hollowed eyes playing god.

Her latest childhood had strayed far from the normalcy she had in her earlier years. Mostly because she now had the heavy weight of trauma on her shoulders. She had to relearn everything that made her human — and a child.

Reclaiming her birth name was easy. She was never attached to the names HYDRA bestowed her, so it was easy to let them go.

Adjusting to her new life was a little more challenging. HYDRA had deprived her of a lot of things throughout the years, so she had a lot to get used to.

Even now, four years after S.H.I.E.L.D. found her in an abandoned HYDRA base, she was still having trouble expressing her emotions.

Yet, as it seemed, she knew enough about effectively expressing her emotions to be dramatic.

"And do I have any say in this?" Agent Johan Collins’ arms were tightly crossed on her chest. In an instant, her doe eyes mimicked those of a fox. Calculating and hyperaware.

Director Nick Fury wasn’t fazed by the sudden change in the teenager’s demeanor. "No."

"Typical." A strong and suffocating wave of anger suddenly radiated off of her when she glared. "I never had a choice."

"Agent Stark—" Her new name felt foreign, as though it wasn’t hers to begin with. It rested uneasily on her head, like a crown that wasn’t meant for her in the first place.

Johan wiped her glare away with a short shake of her head. Once she regarded her superior again, her doe eyes were voids. The aura she radiated dropped a few degrees, but it still felt dangerous and sharp. "Is that all you need to talk to me about?"

Fury could only sigh. No one had seen her angry yet — and frankly, he didn’t want to witness it alone. "You may leave."

Johan Anastasia Stark, as her birth certificate identified her as, was a semi-stable, highly-skilled assassin who just reached her teenage years.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she also happened to be the daughter of one of the most dramatic and stubborn person Director Fury had to deal with.

Johan didn’t slam the door on her way out, like he presumably expected her to. Instead, she let the devil in.

"Stark, what are you doing here?"

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Y/n: DAD , SHE SAID YES ! I ASKED HER TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND SHE SAID YES!!!

Tony : Thats great .Now who is this women i have to give a dad talk to ?

Y/n: You already know her ...its Natasha

Tony:Excuse me, what ?!!!!

Tony: Altough you have great taste , dating colleagues, exspecially red heads is not allowed.

Y/n: seriously? Mum worked for you before you married her !And wtf Dad

Tony: That was differen-fair point .

If she hurts you i'll kill her .

Y/n:Yeah good luck trying that

Tony:What was that?

Y/n:Nothing !

*walks out *

Pepper:She's got a point

Tony :How long have you been standing there ?! No -you know forget it i need a drink.

Pepper:Tony No

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moonlit-imagines · 6 months

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a/n: me? splitting up this request for more content >:) yes.

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“How long did you put the cookies in for?” You asked your dad after about twenty minutes of waiting for the timer to go off.

“Uhhh, FRIDAY? How much longer on the timer?” Tony spoke aloud and awaited a response.

“You did not set a timer, Mr. Stark.” She replied and the two of both stared at each other with wide eyes before scrambling to the kitchen to check on the oven. It was not surprising to see smoke rolling from the inside once the door was open.

“FRIDAY, disable the smoke alarms for a few minutes, please.” You nervously asked as you father grabbed the pan and awkwardly set it onto the countertop. You both silently stared at the extremely dark cookies and started to giggle. “They definitely look like bats now, don’t they?”

“Maybe candy apples are more our speed.”

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His Assistant

Dom!Tony Stark x sub!fem!Reader

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You could probably guess all the nasty thoughts behind that overly polite smile and charming façade. It was embarrassing, the image of you always haunting the front of his brain, and how he schemed nearly every day different ways to get a reaction from you or to get you close. He loved the way he could get you flustered when he purposefully let you catch him shirtless or when he occasionally guided you through a crowded building with a hand on your back or on your arm; or how tense you got when he brushed against you and he could hear your breath hitch; how supportive you were of him when he was having a bad day, and how he wished that sweet smile on your lips was pressed to his cheek instead.

Or wrapped around his cock, just to help him feel a little extra better.

After a couple of years of such tortuous feelings and playful chasing, saying he was starting to get antsy was an understatement. He almost felt silly about how quickly that spark of arousal would pluck at his spine when you walked into the room, and how he subtly tried to keep you around for more conversation even when he didn't need anything else and it was time for you to leave. He was a grown man and your boss, so he should have some better self-control! He doesn't even get this hot and bothered when he's actively reeling in a night's lay!

No, it didn't start out like this. He was actually very professional at first! Well... there was a reason other than friendliness when he so quickly asked you to just call him by his name and not by 'Mr. Stark' (though chaos still internally ensued when you gave him an obedient yes, sir). Sure, he thought you were pretty and had a thought or two about what it might be like to have you under him, but he did that to everyone he met! He's naturally a flirtatious person without even intending for it to go anywhere, so it wasn't long before he succumbed to his amorous nature. You'd probably just shut him down anyway or get a bit flustered, he figured.

What he wasn't expecting was for you to bite back, and things just sort of snowballed from there. Maybe it was simple fun at first, but he was pretty sure that the playful glint in your eye was anything but innocent fun.

What made it even worse was that you just doing your job was enough to get him excited. You were his good, obedient little assistant who did whatever he asked, and you always did it good just for him. That was literally just your job that you did almost every single day, and it drove him up the wall. However, you weren't always so compliant, and sometimes that was a good thing! You did help keep him out of trouble here and there, but while he enjoyed you looking out for him, he also couldn't stand it! He always wants his way anyway, but you were telling him 'no'?

It's fine! It's your job, remember?

But it never stops him from trying to persuade you. A rush of power when you look away with a sigh and reluctantly agree, the burn of a challenge in his chest when you oh-so-calmly hold your ground. The game is exciting when he doesn't know which he's going to get each day, but frustrating that he doesn't get to reward you for it.

Or put you in your place.

Though one lucky day for him (and for you), the usual pushback was a little too hard and far too inviting.

Holding a stack of papers against your chest and rushing around that busy morning, you weren't pleased to find your troublesome boss lounging around at his desk with a shockingly business-related magazine. With your free hand, you gently tugged the periodical from his hands.

"I was reading that, you know," Tony quipped before eyeing you up and down.

"You can catch up on your reading later," you rebuked, laying his light reading to the side and resting that rather hefty stack of, uh- legal documents in front of him. His attention never strayed as he watched you organize through yesterday's papers. "You-"

"Is that a new dress?" He interrupted you with the obviously more important thing occupying his mind. You finally turned to him with a sigh. Nothing but innocent interest stared back at you with the end of a pen smooshing at his bottom lip; and now that you had a good look, the tie that normally hung around his neck was undone and gracing around his shoulders with a button or two undone for added comfort. You tried not to stare.

"It is, and it's not for you," you managed to tease before returning to your previous work without a second glance. Your lack of attention dampened his spirits.

"Then who's it for?" There was genuine confusion in his voice, a furrow of his brow. You didn't have a date, did you? Who could possibly be better than him? Your answer was actually more terrifying.

"The shareholder meeting you have in an hour," you informed him with an almost mocking cheeriness before turning to him for a moment. "Wanted to look nice."

Tony stared at you, that cool and collected facade barely faltering aside from the obvious oh shit behind his eyes. It was the same time every year, twice a year. Yes, you've been reminding him almost every day for the past month. It was mostly you that did all the hard work anyway; all he had to do was show up and look pretty and (hopefully) already know most of what was on those graphs and in those surveys. You turned back to what you were doing when he opened his mouth, already knowing what to expect.

"Can you tell them I'm sick?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No," you said a little sternly, patience wearing thin and still needing to set up the conference room.

"But you do so much for me," he continued his plea, trying to sweet-talk his way out of it.

"I let you get away with too much is what I do."

"Then what's one meeting?" He was standing beside you now, facing you with one hand planted on the desk and another hovering at your elbow.

"One very important meeting," you said, distracted now, realizing that all those papers you had him sign yesterday were very out of order.

"You can't talk your way out of this one," you interrupted him before he had another chance to talk. He looked at you like a hurt puppy.

"I can't even try?"

"Tony-"

"Come on," he took a smoother tone now, and you could already picture that soft smile gracing his lips as you felt a gentle touch to your elbow. You turned to him again, noticing that quick pull of a smirk that knew he was winning now that he'd garnered your attention. Well, thought he was winning.

"Even you don't get paid enough to deal with your angry shareholders." Your semi-serious joke was met with an amused huff. That hand on the desk mirrored the one on your forearm.

"Then I can make sure you're well compensated,"

You looked away, trying to control the grin spreading across your cheeks, as well as the blush when he seemed to lean in ever so slightly at your reaction.

"As big as your compensation might be," you started, pausing to fix an undone button or two before working on that burgundy tie. You could feel that hard stare as you ran your hand down the silky material, keeping it flat against him and plucking that gold fastener from the pocket of his shirt. "My job is to keep you in line," you finished quietly. You looked back up at him as you pinned his tie to his shirt, feeling his abs gently twitch under your palm. He glanced down at your hand still pressed into him. His jaw wasn't the only thing getting tight.

"Is that the only thing in your job description?" He tried to spur you on, that soft smile gone when those brown eyes flicked back to yours with an alluring invitation.

"It won't even take that long," you reasoned, directing him back to the matter at hand as if you hadn't just started a fire. He finally sighed, looking away and head rolling to the side in physical reluctance. As much as he tried to sway you with his touch (and sometimes it worked), he could never resist yours.

"Okay," he muttered, backing down and returning to his seat, probably upset that you weren't playing with him. In a way, it was disappointing, but today wasn't a good day to waste time fooling around.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No," he said bluntly, propped up with a hand on his cheek and no doubt pouting.

"Okay," you replied quietly. Admittedly, you did feel a little bad, giving him one last apologetic smile that he didn't even see and taking those papers into your arms. "I'll go finish setting up." He nodded, only looking your way once your back was turned and already heading out the door.

You left. Without even stroking his victim card! And so nonchalantly after touching him more than you ever have before and looking up at him in that way that had his imagination running-

He huffed in frustration, but no one was around to hear it. And now he had about thirty-five minutes to mentally prepare for a meeting with people he barely even liked!

So when he finally decided it was time to show up, there you were: smiling with said people, gracefully faking laughs, and he knew you were being eyed the wrong way. Whatever the guy next to him was talking about, Tony wasn't listening. Instead, watching your every move while some other asshole put a hand in the same place he had earlier to get your attention. He couldn't explain the burn in his chest seeing someone else touching you, and you were letting them! Listening so attentively and getting what they asked for and- he couldn't take it!

He needed to remind you who you belonged to, or maybe he needed to reassure himself. He saw his window of opportunity when you gathered up an unused stack of papers and hurriedly left to what he hoped was his office. He slipped away, mere minutes away from doing his actual job for once, and was relieved to find you hastily storing things away behind his desk.

"Oh, did you forget something?" You asked, unaware of the turmoil floating toward you and worried that maybe you forgot something. Or assumed that his stony glare was simply him about to enter another complaint to the complaint box (you).

Neither was the case.

"I don't like when people touch my things," he said with a low rumble, fingers tapping restlessly on the desk as he brushed up against you.

You didn't need any context clues when you looked up at that ravenous stare. He was talking about you, like some spoiled child with his favorite toy. And if he wanted to play...

"I don't remember applying for this job to be one of your 'things', Mr. Stark," you replied cautiously, finally looking up at him and unsure whether to regret your words. You could tell you piqued his interest, with an unsure glint in his eyes and an interested head tilt. "And I don't appreciate when they talk back." As if testing the waters, a hand tentatively gripped around your throat. He could feel your nervous gulp against his palm, the faint rush of your pulse beneath his thumb. He had you fragile within seconds. Your eyes couldn't decide where to look, flicking between that predatory gaze and his lips slightly parted in thought. "I fucking own you," he stated calmly, taking his time to observe the features of your face now that he had you close in his grasp. You couldn't help but want to rile him further.

"Then maybe you should act like it." The stare that had been lingering on your lips looked back at you with malice. The fingers around your neck slid along your jaw, tilting your chin up at a slightly uncomfortable angle like you were an item on display; just for him to handle however he pleased. His jaw was grinding in frustration.

"I have a meeting to get to," he reminded himself, looking you up at down once more as if deciding what to do with you. You were disappointed when his hand left your chin, but excitement welled up in your belly when he instead whipped that dark tie from around his neck with a commanding "turn around." You'd be crazy not to comply (for a number of reasons), but you still hesitated to let him have you so vulnerable.

One of those things far outweighed the other. You did as he asked.

Calloused fingers took your hands, bringing them behind your back and delicately lacing that silky material around until it had your wrists tightly bound. Now you couldn't go around playing nice with other men. A shiver followed the palm sliding up your back, his grip quickly engulfing the back of your neck. There was a firm yet gentle pressure pushing at the top of your spine, urging you down. You didn't need to think twice, already weak in the knees and easily buckling under his touch. You were well aware of what was directly behind you as you kneeled before him.

"Wait for me to get back, okay?" His question was an instruction, back to lifting your chin as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him through your lashes, tied up and on your knees. The sight had his blood rushing, but your meek "yes, Sir" had him restraining every muscle in his body from taking you right there. He cruelly backed away from you, without another word or touch, quickly heading back before he was missed with nothing but you haunting the front of his mind.

What felt like an hour was really only twenty minutes. A tense, frustrating twenty minutes that had him racing back to you as soon as the important stuff was done. No time for any of that idle chit-chat when he had you so obediently waiting for him in the other room. The opening of the door caught your attention, but the sharp click of the lock had that wave of excitement bubbling up again. You looked up at him eagerly.

No words needed to be exchanged. Your mouth was already watering as he worked oh-so-slowly removed his belt, the jingling chime of its buckle tapping along your spine. Had your hands been free, you would be tearing at that button and zipper, far too impatient for the sweet time he was taking. He carelessly kicked his shoes to the side. And then his pants. And finally those fitted black briefs that hadn't been so well-fitted for the past hour. The sight of him went straight to your already dripping pussy, watching him stalk towards you as he jerked himself off and still in that now slightly disheveled button-up (which was a little disappointing). You looked up at him with eyes that begged him for permission, and what looked back was probably anything but. But you were eager to finally take that pretty cock in your mouth; so close now that all you had to do was lean forward just a little more…

But an all too familiar hold on your chin stopped you. He was tantalizingly close, a glistening drip of precum taunting you. The pad of his thumb grazed over your bottom lip before giving him a new idea.

His hand may have left your jaw, but it wasn't to give you permission. Instead, he swiped a thumb over his slit, gathering his dripping slick. You didn't have to think twice about parting your lips for him, letting him press the wet digit to your tongue. You nearly moaned at his salty taste invading your senses, sucking it from his thumb and earning a hissed-out fuck. He should have known his good little assistant wasn't so good after all. He quickly pulled away from you to instead nudge the hot tip of his cock to your lips, still stroking himself and groaning at your tongue swirling around his head. As soon as your lips wrapped around him, he stopped, threading his fingers through your hair instead with a hum of approval with the shallow bobbing of your head. You let him graze the back of your throat before teasingly pulling all the way back, languidly sucking the head of his cock in and out of your mouth with wet sounds that had his dick twitching and nails biting into your scalp.

You gazed up at him again as you slowly made your way further down, but before you could have any chance to pull back again, he impatiently thrust into you. You nearly choked, not prepared to take him so far but the tightening of your throat he'd waited so long for felt too good to stop.

"I know that smart mouth can take more," he snarked breathlessly, cupping your jaw with his free hand to keep you still while he face-fucked you. Even running out of oxygen and tears pricking behind your lashes, you couldn't help but hum out a strangled moan at letting him use you for his own pleasure.

Your nose was pressed into the nicely trimmed hairs of his pubis, holding you there for a few seconds while he caught his breath and nearly pulling all the way out to let you catch yours. Only a few pitiful pants later and he was sliding down your throat again, only this time with a hitch in his hips. The throbbing twitch in your throat let you know he was close, but so did the fist gripping tighter in your hair and the badly restrained groans above you. You let out a whimperish moan when he roughly pulled your head back with a breaking trail of saliva still connecting you to him. He sloppily jerked himself off at your still parted lips, nudging back in to rest his tip on your flattened tongue when you caught on.

"I don't want you making a mess," he said lowly with gritted teeth. It was code for: swallow it all, and he would be watching. His strokes finally slowed when the first bittersweet spurts trickled down your tongue, working him through the rest of his climax while watching you obediently take that pool of white.

"That's my good girl." The hand on your crown came down to cup your face, thumb brushing affectionately over your cheek and wiping away a stray tear from earlier. You could help but to greedily lick over his slit one last time as he pulled away. You licked the leftover taste from your lips as he bent down to capture you with his own, his tongue lapping over yours and stealing what little breath you still had in a messy kiss. A sharp tug on your makeshift restraints ordered you to stand, and you reluctantly parted from him while he so kindly helped you up.

Though, as soon as you were finally back on your feet, you were not-so-kindly pushed face down onto his desk, the hand holding your wrists against your back promised no mercy. The sight of you bent over his desk was already getting him hard again. It was a fantasy he'd jerked off to in this very office numerous times, and now you were going to give it to him. Your dress was delicately lifted, fingers playing with the wet spot on your panties before tearing them down your legs. The wooden edge of the desk dug into your hips as he lined you up, already feeling him pushing against your entrance.

The searing stretch had your bound hands flying back to grab at him in a plea to slow down when he finally pushed into you, too eager to lay his claim and watch himself fill you out. The involuntary constriction of your walls had you squirming, trying to give him more room while he impatiently kept pushing further and acquainting you with every vein and ridge. There was no warning or waiting once he reached your end, nearly pulling all the way out before harshly thrusting back in. A hand clamped down on your neck, keeping you where he wanted while the quick pistoning of his hips drove your own into the edge of the desk, mixing more pain into your pleasure but you wanted him to leave his mark.

He was ecstatic to hear the cry of his name on your lips and see your tied-up hands pressing against him. He was the only thought behind those glazed-over eyes and that's how it should be. Everything you did was for him, and he would make sure you remembered it. Those pornographic sounds he pulled from you got louder each time he bottomed out.

"Moan like you're my fucking whore," he encouraged you loudly, taking note of the whimpered sigh that followed and the desperate arc of your back as you clenched around him. "Is that what you are? Just for me?" You were ready to answer him, but only a few panted-out moans left your lips. A smug amusement crept into his grin at knowing he had you too fucked-out to answer, but he wasn't going to let you off that easy. That bruising grip snaked its way into your hair, roughly pulling your head back. "I asked you a question," he growled through barred teeth.

"Yes, Sir~" you quickly corrected yourself. He must have been pleased with that apologetic cry, pushing you back into the smooth wood and pumping into you just a bit harder with his free hand grasping at the edge of the desk for leverage. A moan of his own finally left his lips, letting himself get just as lost as you for a moment. "Always so good for me," he panted, this time without that sneer. His words fueled the flame in your core, already so close to peaking with each strong snap of his hips that kept him deep and relentless inside you.

Tony knew it, too. Your tight heat threatening to milk him for everything he had, and, fuck, that's exactly what he wanted you to do. You felt him place an affectionate kiss to your neck before resting his head against you, the fist in your hair leaving to join his other on your waist. But there were no nails biting into your skin or another grip trying to leave bruises. Hands caressed softly at your sides, lovingly even. It's just that you were taking him so well and letting him be so rough with you that he just had to drop his tough act to adore you a little. Though he never slowed and your legs ached, the sudden softness had you weaker than the roughness did.

But you knew Mr. Stark always had you ask for his permission before doing anything.

"Sir, please-"

"It's okay, honey, you can cum for me," he softly panted, pleased that you were asking but far too impatient to test your limit right now. "You've already done such a good job."

It all finally had you gushing around him, giving him your last bit of control while the desperate pistoning of his hips drove you way over your edge. Hot breath fanned down your neck, tongue flicking over your skin when he licked his lips before the pleasant sting of teeth bit into the crook of your neck. He quickly came with you, arms tightly circling your waist as he finally stilled. He didn't even ask, but he wasn't asking anyway; he was making you his- you were his. Besides, you couldn't find a good reason to protest against the hot cum pooling inside you.

Your hands were flattened against his stomach with how he was pressed into you, letting you feel the slowing rhythm of his breath and the tenseness of his muscles underneath. It was a surprisingly calm end to all that pent-up aggression that already had you sore, and it caused an emptiness when he finally slipped out of you. There was a ruffling sound of clothes, and you'd be lying if you said that the soft jingle of his belt buckle didn't light another spark as you barely noticed him standing right behind you. You expected him to free you from your binds -hoping- but the mixed mess between your legs gave him a better idea.

You jolted at the strong tongue circling at your entrance, eating you out even with his seed still dripping from you. The added prickle of his facial hair scratching along your sensitive flesh left behind a pleasurable burn, and he didn't care that you were squirming in overstimulation; in fact he wanted to make it worse, overexcited from finally getting to taste you and going straight for your swollen clit. You couldn't really escape, hips still trapped against the desk and the hands on your thighs begging you to stay. He was only satisfied when you were nearly sobbing his name, shakey legs trying to close him out, and once again cumming hard- only this time around nothing. You were given one last cheeky bite to your thigh before he decided to finally leave you be, but not before thoughtfully pulling your dress back down for you and untying you with a gentle kiss to both of your wrists marked with a faint red. Now that you weren't bound and pinned, you propped yourself up on the desk, arching your back in a satisfied stretch to ease the stiffness in spine, and some of that soreness in your lower belly. Tony watched you as he took his seat, already imagining your naked form stretching out in his bed tomorrow morning.

As much as you would have preferred to lounge around a bit longer, the wooden desk wasn't very comfortable, and, unfortunately, you had a conference room to clean up and Tony had papers to sign. So, you reluctantly stood up, pretending your knees weren't wobbly. Admittedly, he was disappointed to see you back on your feet so soon as if nothing had happened, even if a little shakey. He'd have to find a way to fix that later.

You surveyed the floor for a few seconds for your underwear before deciding he probably did something with them that you didn't want to ask about. Unbeknownst to you, that was what he used to clean your mess from his cock, but he would've kept them regardless. After sliding your shoes back on, you instinctively turned to him, fighting the urge to take his lips with yours when he looked up at you. Oh, the sin that hid behind those innocent eyes. There wasn't even a trace. You had to look away. "Do you need anything else?"

He smiled at your diligent servitude, relaxing into his chair with a hand on his cheek. He'd make sure to exploit that more later, too.

"No, but I will need you back at the house when we're done."

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Talk dirty to me

PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5K

SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.

SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare

A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! 🩷

A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 🩷

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The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.

But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.

Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.

The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.

"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.

"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.

You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.

"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.

"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.

Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.

"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.

Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.

A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.

"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.

"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.

"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.

Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.

"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.

"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.

"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.

"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.

"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.

"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.

"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.

"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.

"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.

His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.

Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.

"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.

"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.

"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.

"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.

Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.

"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.

"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.

"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.

He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.

"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.

"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.

"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.

As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.

"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.

"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.

"What's your color now?"

"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.

"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.

A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.

"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.

When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly parted— a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.

"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.

"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.

"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.

"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.

"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.

"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.

"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.

When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.

"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.

"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.

"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.

"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.

"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.

With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.

"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.

"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.

"You're absolutely amazing, Sweets—an amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.

"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.

"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.

Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.

"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color.

Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.

When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.

"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.

"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.

"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.

With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.

"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.

"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.

"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.

"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.

"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.

When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.

"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.

"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.

"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.

"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.

What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.

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