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lavykitty · 8 months

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A request where tony stark has a shy gf reader (who has a power of water) who got affected by a sex pollen. shy gf reader wants tony to really take her virginity and cure her sex pollen

Pollen

I changed the reader to Tony’s fiancée instead of gf.

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Your heart rate was increasing and you didn’t know why. Everything was going according to plan, after all you had successfully found the location of the files you needed to retrieve.

Some hydra scientist had information in their new projects and SHIELD had asked you to investigate. Slipping into their compound was easy enough so you were on edge. Things were just too easy.

You crept through the dark hallway pearling into rooms to make sure no one was following. You clutched the hard drive into your hand leaving a slight mark. Eventually you found the room with their master computer.

You slipped inside and carefully entered the hard drive. After doing some light waiting you took the hard drive and stuffed it into your pocket. Thanks to SHIELD experts you didn’t have to worry about hacking into the system.

You made your way out back to the hallway and tried to slip out. Unfortunately you heard footsteps coming around the corner. You ran into the first room you came across and quickly shut the door.

You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the footsteps fade away. Your hand went to open the door but your body froze. You smelled something simply wonderful and felt your head become fuzzy.

You turned around and saw the most beautiful flower imaginable. It was about a foot high and had a huge blossom on top. Gold pollen seemed to float off of it and you saw some stick to your hands. Each place the pollen touched you felt warmth. Your body started to flush as you saw your skin become rosy with a glow. Your eyes started to feel heavy as you felt your knees start to buckle.

You had to get out.

You quickly dialed Clint as you made your way out of the building to the roof. He saw you stumble around and had a concerned look in his eyes. As soon as you got inside the plane he had you lay down and you quickly fell asleep.

When you woke up you were laying in yours and Tony’s bed. He looked down at you concerned and you suddenly became self conscious over now much sweat was gathering on your back.

“Baby, are you okay?”

You went to nod your head but then something changed inside you. You felt a huge wave of arousal fall down your body to your core. And suddenly you felt super wet. Your nipples hardened as you looked at your fiancé.

“Are you sure because Bruce did some test and it seems you’ve gotten some sex pollen in your system.”

You shrugged as you traced a hand around your breast giving a tight squeeze. You moaned and licked your lips.

Tony looked at you with confusion as you pushed your blanket off and crawled on over to him. You bit your lip as crawled onto his lap. You pushed him onto his back and grinded your hips down into his. Tony let out a moan as he threw his head back. He loved when you got feisty but usually you stopped at just making out. Instead you went to pull your shirt off and your breast fell forward.

Tony saw your nipples through your bralette and he felt himself stir downstairs. He pushed you away briefly, “baby I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

You quickly silenced him with a kiss, “Baby, I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I think the increased libido has just given me the courage to pursue it before the wedding.”

Tony nodded slowly as you slowly undid your bralette letting it fall to the bed. Tony’s eyes widened with surprise. He smiled big as he looked you up and down.

“Tony, I’ve wanted this for so long, but you know I don’t have any experience. I didn’t want you to be disappointed and leave me.” Your voice quieted at the end as you stopped your hips from moving. Tony just looked up at you and brought your head down to his and gave you a steamy kiss.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth. He made contact with your tongue and threaded his hands into your hair. He pulled away and flipped you over so you were on your back. You let out a soft groan as Tony trailed kisses down your neck.

“Darling, I love you so much. You never have to worry about your experience. I love you.” Between each word he placed a kiss on your body.

He moved to your breasts and sucked lightly on the flesh. He bit lightly making you squeal. He smirked against your skin as he moved to your nipples. He sucked one into his mouth as you moaned. He grazed his teeth over it before swirling his tongue. His other hand met your other nipple as he pinched it in his hand.

Your core started to throb as Tony continued to play with your breast. He switched to sucking your other nipple. His other hand playing with your wet tit.

You squirmed under him as a warm sensation built up in your stomach. Your core pulsed as you threw your head back. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm come over you. You moaned loudly making Tony chuckle.

“I told you I’d take care of you. Let it all out, enjoy yourself.”

He smirked as he went to remove your pants. In one swift motion your entire body was bare. He looked up at you as you nodded. He smiled as he pressed a kiss to your wet core. He licked up your juices as you squirmed underneath him. Your hands met his hair pulling his face closer to your pussy.

Tony smirked against the lips of your pussy as he swiped his nose against your puffy clit. He thrusted his tongue deep inside your eager hole as his hand made figure eights on your sensitive bud. Another orgasm was fast approaching as Tony continued to lap up your juices.

You screamed out in ecstasy as Tony stood up to remove his boxers. His cock sprang free and his entire tip looked painfully swollen.

Tony stroked himself a few times before reaching for a condom. You went to go sit on your knees and went to grab his length but Tony tutted. He rolled the condom onto his dick as he spit into his hand.

He stroked himself a few more times and motioned for you to lay on your back. You obliged as Tony lined up with your entrance.

“As much as I would like for you to suck me off, that’s as activity for another time.”

You went to nod but your motions freezes when Tony pushed into your swollen pussy. Your toes curled as he took care of you.

He thrusted sloppily as you moaned. Your hands scratched down Tony’s back edging him on either further. He quickened his pace as he leaned forward to kiss you. His tongue swirled around in your mouth as his dick reached the spongy spot inside you.

You went numb under him as felt your third orgasm approach. Tony continued kiss you. He continued to thrust into you as he started to go even deeper into your insides.

You screamed out in ecstasy as you fell limp under Tony. He pulled out of you, his face covered in sweat. He peeled the condom off and you saw he was still rock hard.

You came down from your high as you cocked your head to the side. Tony smirked as he motioned for you to kneel in front of him. He stroked himself as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your tits. He pulled away as he ejaculated on your tits.

You moaned as your hands went up to gather his cum on your fingers. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and moaned contently as you fell back on your back.

“Tony, I love you.”

He just chuckled “I love you too darling. Now get some sleep. Well wait till the pollen wears all the way off.”

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samantha-rae-velcher · 5 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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rickmandowneyjr · 10 months

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Under the Table

Smut (18+)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: nsfw

Word count: 1483

A/N: Hello friends :) How's everyone doing? It's been a hot minute, hasn't it? Anyway, I've finally written something that justifies the second half of my url. I'm a little out of practice but I hope you enjoy <3

“I have an interview in about half an hour, so please make sure that you clear my schedule,” Tony announced as he waltzed into his office.

“Already done,” you replied, finishing up tidying his desk. It was typical of him to inform you of these things at the last minute, but it wasn’t like you didn’t have your ways to find out before he did.

“This is why I like you,” Tony said, walking up behind you.

“That’s the reason?” You asked, turning around to face him. Folding your arms across your chest, you teased, “I’m a little offended.”

“If that’s the case…” he said with a smirk tugging at his lips. He propped you onto the table, his hands holding onto the edge on either side of you. Looking into your eyes, he said, “Remind me of the others.”

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and you pulled him close. “Gladly,” you said before bringing your lips to meet his. He chuckled as you kissed him hungrily.

His hands slid up your bare thighs, slowly hiking your skirt up as they did. His fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them off and stuffing them into his back pocket.

Just as his kisses moved down your neck, there was a knock on the door. You pushed him away and hopped off the desk immediately. He tutted in annoyance as you smoothed your skirt.

“You know, being the CEO has its perks… like, not meeting every idiot that comes by my office.”

You gave him no response. “Come in,” you called.

Happy walked in and mentioned that there were certain details he wanted to discuss with the boss. With a polite smile, you left the room, leaving behind a frustrated Tony.

Around twenty minutes later, Happy emerged from Tony’s office.

“All okay?” You asked as he walked past your desk.

“I guess,” he said. “Did something upset him right before I came?”

“No, why do you ask?” You feigned innocence.

“He just… seemed a little frustrated, I guess.”

“Huh. That’s odd…” you said, fighting the smile that threatened to show your amusement at the situation. “I’ll talk to him and make sure he’s feeling alright before his interview,” you assured. “Thank you, Happy.”

“Not a problem, [Y/N],” he replied; giving you a firm nod before taking his leave.

You knocked on the glass door of the office. Upon hearing a very annoyed, “Come in,” you entered the room and saw Tony staring straight at you.

“How was the discussion,” you asked with a smirk plastered on your face.

“I couldn’t stand up for half of it,” he said as he pouted, making you giggle. “Glad you’re amused, sweetheart.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you replied sarcastically. Coming back to work, you reminded him, “Well, I hope you’re all set for the interview. You’re live in 5.”

Tony opened his mouth to speak but paused for a second before he said, “No, actually. Care to set it up for me?”

“…sure,” you played along as you walked up to his desk. After all, all you had to do was log on to the meeting for him. “Care to move?” You asked. He rolled his chair away from the desk, leaving enough room for you to stand between him and the table.

You rolled your eyes as you occupied the space and took hold of the mouse. “Would you like me to bend over as well?” You scoffed, though you knew that it would be taken as a serious suggestion.

“That would be ideal, yes.”

You shook your head as you chuckled softly and bent over slightly. Before you could even begin working, his voice sounded from behind you.

“On your elbows, Ms. [L/N].”

His voice was low making butterflies flutter around in your stomach. Letting out a deep breath, you complied. “Good girl,” he praised.

You couldn’t see him but could feel his gaze on you and your heart was pounding against your chest. Using his foot to nudge yours, he spread your legs and rolled his chair forward so that he was seated somewhat in between them.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and you rushed to finish what you were doing. He placed his hands on your calves, then slowly began dragging them up the length of your legs. As he reached the hem of your skirt, you sprung up and said, “All done!”

Tony laughed at your response and moved his hands away. “Thank you,” he said as you moved away. He eyed you as you tried to regain your composure, a smirk tugging at his lips. Normally, you would’ve done a better job at controlling your reactions but the fact that you had been interrupted earlier made it easier to rile you up.

“You okay?” He asked as though he wasn’t the reason behind your condition.

“Fine,” you said, slightly annoyed. You knew he was getting back at you for what you’d done to him earlier; doing this to you right before he got into his interview. You weren’t going to let him off the hook though.

“You can wait here while I do the interview and then we can leave together. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Alright,” you said, and then walked over to the couch at the entrance of his office and took a seat. You poured yourself a glass of water in order to help yourself calm down, and watched him as he fixed himself up for the interview. He logged on and you could hear the reporter on the other side ask about the Avengers and all things superheroes. Tuning them out, you began reading comics on your phone.

You looked up from time to time and caught Tony looking past his screen and watching you instead. It had been about half an hour and you were beginning to get bored. You looked over at Tony who was watching you yet again. He looked so done.

You knew that this was your chance. You had behaved yourself for the past half-hour. It was only fair that you got to have a little fun now.

With your gaze matching his, you uncrossed your legs. Tony’s eyes immediately darted lower before he returned his attention to the screen in front of him. He sighed softly as his hands gripped the panties in his pocket. He could see you shifting around from the corner of his eye and returned his attention to you.

You now had one leg resting against the edge of the table in front of you, letting your skirt ride up and give him a better view. You proceeded to move a hand over your already slick folds, throwing your head back at the sensation of your cool fingertips. Your hips bucked forward as you spread your lips and inserted a finger.

Your other hand made its way to your clit, gently rubbing it as your finger pumped in and out of you. You bit your lip, holding back a moan. You looked over at Tony who was looking right at you. He looked you in the eye, his face completely stoic as he returned his gaze to the screen.

His body, however, was responding differently. You walked over to the side of his desk and you could see the erection straining against his pants. He looked away from the screen nonchalantly as he watched you kneel down and slowly crawl towards him. He raised a questioning brow at you and you replied with a mischievous smile.

You quietly made your way under his desk, resting your hands on his knees. Your hands ran up along his thighs, till your hand reached the bulge that was straining against his pants.

He tried grabbing your hands to stop you but didn’t protest much when you broke free of his grip. You palmed him through the pants and he let out a shaky sigh. He subtly shifted in his seat allowing you to pull down his pants.

Your cold hands wrapped around his cock, making it twitch slightly. You began stroking him slowly, building up your pace as you pumped his length.

Just as you thought he was adjusting to the sensation, your lips wrapped around the head. He drew a sharp breath, his hand instinctively making its way into your hair. He took charge as he moved your head up and down his length, his eyes still glued to the screen.

You fondled his balls and your head bobbed up and down his length. You slowly increased the pace, sucking and pumping his thick cock. Finally, he muted the call and said, “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come in that pretty little mouth at this rate.”

You continued your ministrations, letting him know that it was okay. He let out a moan as he bottomed out and came in your mouth. You pulled away, your hands catching cum that was still dripping from his dick.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Stark,” the interviewer said as he disconnected the call. Tony watched you as you licked your fingers, cleaning his seed off of them.

You gave him a cheeky grin and he said, “What am I gonna do with you?”

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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months

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The Girl in the Mirror

Tony Stark x Insecure!Reader

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Wordcount: 1.5k

Synopsis: Tony plans a whole night for you, hoping to pop the big question at the end of the night. Trouble arises when an old high school friend has something to say about your appearance.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, body insecurity, body shaming, cursing.

Request by: @lilacprincessofrecovery

AN: not edited

Your eyes lock on the figure standing in front of you in the mirror. Her eyes are beautiful, and her hair falls perfectly, capturing a special kind of beauty. She looks graceful and elegant in her red dress. The dress that synchs in at the waist and cascades out around her feet into a pretty train. The dress that’s top compliments her chest, while the slit in the leg adds a scandalous touch. You find yourself distant from the woman who stares back at you, barley aware that she is you. The only notable aspect that gives it away and seems to repeatedly capture your attention is her stomach. Your stomach. You stare at the way the dress lays over it, hating it in a thousand different ways. The sight alone put a bad taste in your mouth and makes you want to disappear right there and then.

You feel shame and embarrassment beginning to bubble up in your stomach, making you want to throw up on your designer dress. How was it that someone like you could make it somewhere like here. Living in a modern day palace with the most stunning man to walk the earth. Knowing that you look like this: an out of place and disgusting thing. An abomination to all beauty standards. You think this as your eyes train back to your stomach.

A knock on the door puts you out of your haze, drawing you back to a bittersweet reality. You’re about to attend a grand ball in your honor, one being put on by your boyfriend of almost four years. This is suppose to be a happy and unforgettable moment, yet the sight of yourself makes you feel as though you’ll ruin the whole event by just attending.

“Sweetheart we’re going to be late, we have to get go-“ Tony cut himself short at the site of your figure lingering in front of the mirror. Sometimes he has a hard time convincing himself that you were in fact from earth, not another planet where beautiful goddesses roam. Everything about you is just breathtaking. Your silhouette alone is enough to put every man and woman on earth to shame in Tony’s eyes. After all, you were his woman and his woman alone.

You lift your gaze to meet Tony’s in the mirror, embarrassment flowing through your flushed body. “Why are you staring at me like that?” You speak.

Tony purses his lips before giving a wide smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be looking at you like that? You look ravishing my dear.” He hums as he approaches your stiff body.

“I look like an inflated hot air balloon Tony,” you huff, hating the way you look even more than you did just five minutes ago.

“If you’re a hot air balloon, than I want to be a passenger,” He snickers, placing his hands on your waist.

You raise an eyebrow at Tony, thrown off at his response. “What?” You laugh.

Tony huffs, realizing you did not get the joke. “You know, because I want to get inside yo-“

“Tony!” You shriek, forgetting all about your previous dilemma and now focusing on your boyfriend who looks as handsome as ever.

“Y/N!” Tony shrieks back jokingly. You let out a small laugh, relaxing in his presence. “You look beautiful tonight darling,” he says as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

You feel your stomach starting to twist again, already bring back the feelings of dread and anguish towards the way your body looks in a dress that hugs your figure. “Tony…” you whisper softly, “I feel awful.” Your voice quivers as you open up about the thoughts that have been drowning you since you slipped the stunning red dress on. “I feel so out of place, I just wish I could disappear.” You murmur.

Tony frowns at your words, taking in your appearance once more before speaking. “Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight, and don’t you dare think or say otherwise. Every time I see you my breath is taken away by your beauty. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the honor of laying my eyes on.” Tony whispers as he spins you around slowly, drinking up your perfect body.

“But Tony, look at me, I’m-I’m” you stutter.

“Y/N, I know you feel that way and I’m so sorry. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. How perfect and lovely you are.” He hums as he pulls your body into his. “You are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth my love,”

“Promise?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.” His lips were on yours just seconds later, savoring your sweet taste. He kisses you for what feels like forever, yet somehow forever isn’t long enough, because when he does pull away you find yourself missing the feeling of his lips on yours. “Come on, we have a ball to attend.”

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You find yourself swaying in Tony’s arms to the loud music that’s blaring from the large speakers placed all around the room. Tony had been sweeping you off your feet since you got to the ball, never once leaving your side. He made it a habit to whisper small praises and words of affirmation into your ear as the night progresses, refusing to let you forget just how perfect you are.

You were about two hours into the dance and everything seemed to be going well, that is until Tony goes to get punch and you overhear him talking to an old friend from school.

“She’s got a pretty face man but her body? You definitely could’ve done better in that department. I mean, she must have a great personality or something.” The man snickers as he looks you up and down.

Tony’s face begins to heat up with rage, his blood boiling at the mere mention of you being anything less than perfect. “I’ll have you know her body is the definition of perfection.” He growls, grip tightening on the glass in his hand. “Honestly, you have no right to even be looking at my girlfriends body. Let alone speaking about it.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“Oh come on man, you know I’m right. She’s just a bit..big. She could stand to lose a few, or hell even a lot of pounds.” Tony’s ‘friend’ chuckles.

“Big? As if you would even know what ‘big’ is. Clearly you’ve never seen anything big on your own body.” Tony shoots back, glancing over at your now embarrassed and ashamed face. “Listen here. My girlfriend’s body, size, literally any of my girlfriend and soon to be wife, is none of your fucking business. So how about you turn around and walk your sorry ass out of here before I do it for you.”

The man’s eyes go wide, not expecting that Tony would actually stand up for you. Not when there were, in his opinion, much hotter girls wandering around in much skimpier dresses. “Come on man, don’t be like that.” he finally says, looking nervously at Tony.

You could feel your face heat up, both from becoming Tony’s wife, but also from the way his ‘friend’ was speaking about you. “I’m not messing around, you leave on your own free will, or, I escort you out.” Tony was trying to keep his calm, but he was slowly losing patience with the incel that stands before him. “Actually, no. You don’t even deserve the chance to peacefully leave. Not after the shit you just said about my girlfriend.” Tony looks up, locking eyes with one of his security staff. With a quick motion of his hand the man was getting dragged out the building. Everyone pauses for a moment, unsure on whether they should continue dancing and chatting.

You were quick to make your way over to Tony, picking up your dress up off the floor so you wouldn’t trip over it. “Tony, what was that?” You whisper quietly, not liking the sudden attention.

Tony on the other hand thought this a perfect moment to make a statement. Putting his foot down once and for all. Getting down on one knee, Tony began to speak. “Y/N, listen, I know that I am a mess. And I know that you also think I’m a mess who can’t keep up with his responsibilities and who doesn’t know when to quit. But you keep me on track darling, you keep me grounded and out of trouble. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. I want to give you everything, because you are everything. Y/N L/N, you are the most beautiful, most amazing woman I have ever met, will you marry me?”

You let out a small gasp, hand flying to your mouth. “Tony I- yes! Yes Tony yes!” You breathe, looking at the beautiful engagement ring in the beautiful red velvet box. You stick your hand out and watch Tony slip the ring onto your finger.

“I’m so glad you said yes,” Tony chuckles as he takes you into an embrace, kissing you slowly.

“Well Mr. Tony Stark, there isn’t anyone I’d rather marry.” You beam, allowing him to kiss you once more.

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larcenywrites · 5 months

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How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years

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Baby making...

Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!reader smut

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, unprotected sex (baby making), oral (f-receiving), the baby conversation

You were bent over the work bench in Tony's workshop rolling your eyes trying to hold in a sigh that threatened to spill out whilst your mother continued to talk. You loved your mother, you really did but you could do without the lectures about taking too long starting a family. You were the youngest of your siblings being the only one to have no children, and although you had reassured your mother there would be future children for you and Tony, she (and most of your family) would constantly question you about children.

Tony looked at you with a frown as he wiped his hands clean. "Hang up." He mouthed to you.

You waved your hand at him and turned away from him. "We've only been married a couple of months, mom." You sighed, "He isn't just going to drop dead."

Tony glared at your phone like it was your mother stood there before him.

Why did his age always seem to creep into any conversation you had with her. Sure he was older than you by some years, a lot maybe, but he wasn't exactly ready for a retirement home.

Tony began smirking to himself as he ran his hands over your body, an idea popping into his head as he came to the hem of the thin skirt you were wearing with no panties. He threw the rag onto work bench beside you and dropped to his knees behind you, taking a hold of the hem of your skirt and raised it over your backside startling you.

"Juat a sec, mom." You turned only to have Tony push your hips back. "Tony, what are you-" You let out a startled gasp as he slapped his hand against your backside.

"Keep talking, Princess." He sent you a wink before he pushed your cheeks apart and dived in.Your back arched as Tony began to eat you out like a man starved.

You let out a soft groan hearing your mother call your name. "Uh... Yeah... No, m'fine..."

Tony smirked against you as he flick his tongue up and down your slit. He loved the way you tasted and he was convinced ever since you became his wife your taste had gotten sweeter.

"O-Of co-course, we want... Children, mother." You bit your bottom lip as Tony wrapped his lips around your clit. "... Yes!" You cried out as Tony pushed his tongue inside you. "He'll be wonderful..." You reached behind you and tangled your fingers in his hair as you pushed back onto his face. "I need to go, bye." You quickly hung up as Tony pressed his fingers to your clit whilst fucking you with his tongue. "Oh, God, Tony!" You groaned, your legs shaking.

"That feel good, Princess?" He asked with a smirk before lightly biting the curve of your ass cheek.

"Fuck," You moaned deeply. "Need you to fuck me, Tony. Please." You begged as he kept devouring your cunt, his beard scratching your thighs.

He let out a soft chuckle as pulled back from you and looked up at you with a smirk. "So desperate." He placed a kiss to the inside of you thigh making you moan.

Tony stood up behind you and turned you around to face him, pressing his lips against yours firmly as he reached down to grab a hold of the back of your thighs, lifting you to sit on the workbench.

"Mr Stark, your presence is required for a mission." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced making the pair of you groan in frustration.

Tony rested his forehead against yours. "I'll be there in a minute, F.R.I.D.A.Y." He answered.

You let out a heavy sigh, "I'll see you when you get back." You kissed him, "Be safe." You jumped off the workbench.

"Wait, wait," Tony grabbed your hand and stopped you from leaving. "I need to know before I go." He rested his hands on your hips as he bent down and pressed his forehead against yours again. "Princess, are you ready for us to have a baby?" He asked.

You huffed, "Damn it, Tony, don't pay any attention to my mother. You know she's a pain in the backside." You chuckled.

Tony nodded with a smile, "I know, it's where you get it from." He joked, grinning at you as you scoffed. "But I wasn't asking because of her."

You raised your eyebrow at him. "So why then?"

"Well," Tony drew in a deep breath as he squeezed your hips lightly. "I was asking as your husband, whom may also, be ready, to have a baby."

Your eyes widened, "What? Really?"

"Unless you're not, then forget I said anything." Tony quickly let go of you and began walking backwards. "I need to go, love you."

"NO! Tony, wait!" You hurried after him as he walked over to the elevator. "You can't just drop a bomb shell like that and run." You grabbed his hand and pulled him to look at you. "We're you serious?" You asked with a soft smile.

Tony let out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors opened and the pair of you walked in. "What's the big deal? We've spoken about it before." He shrugged.

You nodded, "Yeah, but I'm asking, are you serious, right now? This isn't some kink in the bedroom where it's a heat of the moment thing and you want to breed me like a bitch in heat."

Tony stared down at you, his mouth open. "Damn it..." He cleared his throat as he reached down and adjusted himself. "Look, all I'm saying is, if you're ready for us to start trying, so am I." He smiled at you lovingly. "I want to have baby with my beautiful wife."

You gulped and nodded. "I want to start too, Tony." You grinned up at him.

Tony grinned back and pulled you into his arms. "We'll get started as soon as I'm back." He kissed the top of your head. The doors to the elevator opened and Tony stepped out backwards. "Stop taking your pill... And no touching yourself. Papa's got a job to do when he returns." He sent you a playful wink before he turned around and walked away from you.

You rolled your eyes as a giddy feeling filled your chest. You couldn't wait for you and Tony to extend your family.

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When you recieved word of Tony's return it was late in the evening but you stayed awake to wait for him. You always did, wanting to check he was okay before he turned in. If you didn't, he'd pretend he was okay until it was too late, like he had done so many times.

You were worried when you saw Tony had a few scrapes and cuts, but the moment he crashed his lips against yours and stole your breath away, you knew he was perfectly fine.

Once the pair of you were completely naked, Tony carefully laid you down on your shared bed. He slowly crawled over you, pressing soft kisse up your body as he whispered praises. He took a hold of his cock and brushed it through your wet folds.

"Oh, God," Tony groaned as he slowly slipped inside of you.

You bit your bottom lip as Tony bottomed out. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth.

"Oh, god..." You moaned into the air as your eyes fell shut.

"Can't wait for you to be big and round." Tony groaned against your shoulder.

"Please." You begged.

His hand moved to your hair as he crashed his lips down against yours once more as he wrapped his other hand under your knee and held your leg high as he began to pound deeper inside of you.

Tony swollowed your moans and screams as you wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back as you came around for his cock.

Tony pulled back with a growl, your walls squeezing his cock. "FUCK!" He cried out as he came.

Slowly, you loosened your hold on your husband, smiling as he pressed his lips against your neck.

"If it takes, will you start calling me, daddy?" Tony asked with a playful smile as he pushed himself up and looked down at you.

Your head fell back with laughter as you reached up and gently cupped his cheek. "I love you too... Daddy."

#Tony Stark x reader #Tony Stark x reader smut #Tony Stark smut #Tony Stark request #Marvel #ironman

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thedarkmistress16 · 7 months

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here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots

(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)

let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.

Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression

and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):

(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)

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You don’t know how this happened.

…

Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.

What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.

“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”

But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.

“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”

Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.

“Can you really wait that long?”

You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?

You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.

Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.

You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.

And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.

Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.

But first, Operation Turn off Tony.

“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”

Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.

And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-

Wait- one arm?

…

…oh my god why is he pushing against you?

“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.

Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.

Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!

“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”

“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”

There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”

Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”

“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.

In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.

“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.

“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”

You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.

“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.

When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.

“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.

“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one.

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.

Jackpot.

That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.

“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”

Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.

He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.

“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”

“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”

He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”

He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-

Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-

His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.

Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.

Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.

“You ready for me, honey?”

“Mm, you’re not-?”

“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”

Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.

He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.

“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.

“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.

You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.

Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.

Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up.

You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.

You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.

They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.

Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?

The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.

Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.

#moi writing #tony stark lemon #tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #tony stark smut #yeh the citrus scale lives rent free in my brain #tony stark x reader smut #side note:#i had 3 gifs/image inspos on standby and i decided on the funny one because thats literally the plot in my brain #it's 2 hrs later and im still cackling at the ruins lives tag #i like to have fun here

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wannabemurdock · 2 years

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Hi everyone!

Welcome to my 1500 follower celebration!

This will be a p*rn link centred celebration so send in a character and a scenario and it'll give out a p*rn link and a blurb!

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I am so grateful for all of you. Your patience and kindness as I navigate thing I never have before. My health problems have been kicking my ass and between doctors visits, emergency room waits, and god knows how many needles I've gotten, I've re-read all your kind comments and supportive messages hundreds of times. I've been struggling mentally but knowing I have 1500 of you all of the world supporting me and being interested in what I write has been so humbling but has pushed me to actually take care of myself instead of ignoring my health.

I have been so excited to get back to writing and I'm so happy to be posting regularly again.

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unpopularmonster · 1 year

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I cannot see Tony stark not being a daddy.

#tony stark x reader smut

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applesauceisdeli · 2 years

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♤♤ｈｃ＇ｓ＃２－|ＮＳＦＷ|♤♤

the two most embarrassing thing's that ever happened during a baby-making session (no baby's were made!)

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scenario #1

|you and tony felt'excited',and right in the middle of y'all doing the nasty,roman holiday by nicki minaj played from his playlist (he likes to play music while y'all do the nasty)|

"...is that nicki minaj?-"

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|scenario #2|

|when he put himself inside you,this man had to say this:

"wait,wait,i have to pee" "what? your already inside and you have to piss?"

|to say the least,you were unimpressed.and ticked off.

#tony stark x reader smut #x reader smut #tony stark smut

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lavykitty · 23 days

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How about something where Tony is really tired after a few rounds with the reader but she's not nearly done? I was thinking about an age gap of about 15 years that would explain why tony gets tired more quickly. Sorry if it has already been asked before ^^"

“Tonyyyy” you whine. You sit on the edge of the bed and look up at him with pouty lips.

Tony chuckles and runs his fingers through his graying beard. “I love you baby, but I’m tired”

“But I need you so bad” you pout a little. You are full of energy. You and Tony had just finished watching a steamy movie and you were horny.

However, your husband was tired.

He sits down on the bed and lets out a sigh. He relaxes into the bed. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m old”

You crawl up the bed and curl up next to him. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, begging for attention.

“Please Tony” you rub your thighs together trying to get some friction.

Tony pets your hair. You mewl and begin to trail your hand to his pants.

You look at him through your eyelashes “let me do it”

Tony blushes but nods “okay baby, let’s get rid of all that energy”

You squeal happily when he agrees and straddle him. You grind your hips down into him, you feel his arousal gather beneath you.

Tony leans his head back and moans. “I can’t believe that after two rounds you still are horny”

You giggle and tug down his pants so his cock springs out. You begin to stroke his cock, your hand wrapping around his member.

Tony moans as you stroke him. You sink into him slowly. You let out a sound of pure pleasure as you begin to ride him.

Tony grabs your hips and guides your motions. “Good girl”

You quicken your pace, chasing release. You moan out as his cock hits your g spot. Your motions are quick and full of energy as you grind.

Tony just smirks “it’s a good thing you take care of your old hubby”

You laugh “well with a dick this good, it doesn’t matter”

#marvel smut #smut #marvel x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x reader smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark

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samantha-rae-velcher · 9 months

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deantavias · 1 year

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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #din dijarin x reader #bellamy blake x reader #peeta mellark x reader #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #jay halstead x reader #spencer reid x reader #tony stark x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #sam winchester smut #rafe cameron smut #spencer reid smut #bellamy blake smut

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larcenywrites · 4 months

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Puppy Eyes

sub!young!Tony Stark x Dom!Reader

Word Count: ~3,500

He was a little caught off guard the first time you jokingly called him a puppy, but it was clear that the nickname grew on him every time you used it. He was cute and adorable, and those big brown eyes were so puppy-like when he looked up at you, and especially when he followed you around like a lost puppy on quiet nights or pestered and pouted until he got attention.

"You're such a puppy," you said innocently one day, if not minorly annoyed, when he flopped into bed and sweetly cuddled into you after following you throughout the house one night.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked meekly, turning his head on your chest as if to look at you.

“No,” you chuckled, “it just means you’re cute.” And minorly bothersome at times, but you left that part out. From there, it just sort of stuck.

"Don't look at me with those puppy eyes," you sigh, looking over at Tony’s innocent pout. "You know I won't say no."

"Hi, puppy,” you cooed when arms wrapped around your waist and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder with an amused snort.

It became like a normal routine, a silly new pet name you used sometimes! Until you got the idea to take it just a bit further. Tony wasn't exactly the submissive type, but maybe he just needed the right… stimulation. After all, he was so meek and sweet when he forced his way into being little spoon, and was putty in your hands with only a few head scratches. So what better time to experiment when Tony’s parents left and locked the front door behind them? And especially when he was already all over you.

But strong hands on the backs of your thighs made you forget all about gaining control as they shoved you closer to the warmth of his body. You moaned into his mouth, muffled by how close he pressed against you and cut off by the tongue sliding over yours. Your hands gripped at the hem of his shirt when he caged you against the bed. He took the hint, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and coming back even harder. The forceful kiss knocked you down, making you take a seat at the edge of his bed. The greedy hands on your thighs returned the favor and pulled at your jeans, needing little help managing your pull them down enough for you to kick them off. The harsh grip returning to your thighs knocked the rest of the air from your lungs, not even able to moan at the feeling of him stepping between your legs. He was overpowering— how could you tame this?— but a few frantic pushes and claws to his chest, and he understood.

“Down, boy,” you panted playfully as you finally managed to pull him off of you for a moment. That mischievous smile curled on his lips as he looked around your face. Your heart beat faster when he slowly lowered to the floor, kneeling between your legs and dragging his hands down your thighs. You bit your lip as you watched, mind racing with all sorts of ideas, and more importantly, with what you bought recently. He looked up at you expectantly, daring you to do something. You gulped at the accidental perfect opportunity.

"Here, I got something for you," you say suddenly, voice filled with sultry mischief. "Stay," you playfully command as you rise from your seat, combing your fingers through his hair one more time before stepping over him, purposely passing his head between your thighs as you did. You could practically feel his stare follow you to the desk nearby, and you couldn't help but glance over to him as you reached into your bag. His smile was sly but his eyes were suspicious- no, curious. It's what kept him on his knees and quietly waiting when he normally doesn't follow the rules. He wasn't asking questions or making comments, just waiting.

"Look at you," you start teasingly. "Being such a good boy~" Your sudden comment wiped that smirk right off his face, replacing it with wide eyes and a shy pout, clearly taken aback. In a good way. And those big eyes seemed to only get bigger at seeing what you pulled from the bag.

He watched you saunter back to him, eyes flicking between yours and the collar you held up, letting it dangle gracefully from your fingers. Puppy eyes looked up, locking with your gaze when you finally stood above him. Without a word, you slinked into the space between Tony and the bed, not taking your eyes off him even though he had already looked away, finding interest in the foot of the bed. "Will you come a little closer, puppy?"

With your free hand running through his hair, he scooted closer, letting you bring his head to rest against your thigh as you sat down. Even with the collar still in hand, you couldn’t help but caress along his cheek and collarbones as well. He softly smiled, letting you pet him. He looked good like this, but…

He could look even better.

His eyes opened almost as soon as your gentle touch left his hair, and you could tell he was staring up at you through your peripheral. You were too focused on wrapping the soft black leather collar around his neck. He hadn’t protested and he didn’t flinch, merely gulping as the collar began to tighten around his throat when you pulled the tail through its gold buckle. Tucking the tail end into the loop, you slipped two fingers between the collar and his neck, gently tugging. “Is that too tight?” He slowly sat up, looking down and then back up, as if checking for you. He shook his head.

He definitely looked better this way. With big brown eyes staring up at you, shirtless, and tensing arms getting handsy with your legs. And with that smirk that crossed his face when your fingers thread through his hair again.

"You wanna keep being a good boy?" You suddenly asked, drifting from his hair to his cheek. His only answer was a kiss to your palm, and a sharp inhale when the top of your foot nudged between his legs. At the same time, your fingers slipped beneath the front of this collar, harshly pulling him down to semi-lie on your outstretched leg. His face hit your thigh with a low and startled grunt.

"Fuck yourself on my leg,” you finally instructed him, lifting your leg to press it further against his body and grinding your shin into his bulge. Tony’s hips impulsively twitched, telling you a different mood than his blushing cheeks and wide-eyed stare that quickly looked up at you. You merely stared back, challenging him. It didn’t take long for him to give in, especially when you continued to push your leg between his. With the encouragement, a hand secures itself around your calf as he buries his face in your thigh, probably embarrassed, but he couldn't keep denying his exceedingly needy hard-on.

“That’s a good boy…” you start lovingly, combing your nails through his hair as he finally begins to hesitantly hump his hips. The angle is awkward for him, making him shift is legs wider to better find the friction he needs. You help him out, straightening your leg out stiff, even if it was already a little tiring. You watched with bated breath and with teeth biting at your lip, enjoying getting to see the rhythmic movement of his ass and hips, from an angle you’ve never gotten to experience before, though he was still a bit unsteady.

You couldn’t help but moan a little as he got into it, from watching him get off like this. You gently scratched your nails up the back of his neck and through his hair to show you satisfaction, getting a similar moan from him as he gently nibbled at your skin. His other hand came up to grip the bed sheets next to you, anchoring himself. A low grunt rolled against your skin as he sped up his thrusts.

You decided to help him out a little, softly bouncing your leg with his moments and pushing against that obvious bulge. Tony moaned lowly, further pressing against your leg and, from the looks of it, trying to thrust as deep as he could. “You think you can make yourself cum?” You coo quietly, still gently playing with his hair. Nodding, he buries his face in the mattress with a soft whine. “You’d be such a good boy if you did…” you keep on, scratching your nails down his back and back up again. He shuddered under your touch, tensing up with another whimperish moan and struggling to keep his steady pace.

Still, he kept going. Only now, he was definitely close. He desperately fucked your leg now, nails digging into your calf. You tried to help, continuing to bounce your leg with him, but his other hand came down to hold your ankle, and his face buried into your thigh again. He was hunkered down and holding you still, keeping you where he needed you and desperately searching for the right friction with his hips.

“You can do it, baby boy,” you encourage softly, leaning closer to his ear and petting through his hair again. His jaw was clenched with the effort and eyes shut with concentration, but all of those features relaxed when his movements did. His groan was low and drawn out, just like the slow tilting of his convulsing hips as he spilled his seed in his pants.

“That’s a good boy,” you shushed him, gently rubbing a hand over his shoulders. You could feel his legs trembling around your own. You gave him a few moments to relax, petting through his hair and over his heated skin. You smiled as he nuzzled into your inner thigh with a small kiss. As much as you were enjoying giving him this attention, you had more in mind.

You slyly slid your hand down to the back of his neck and slipped your fingers under that black collar. He gasped a moan as you pulled back on it, forcing his head back. You held him in place as he looked up at you, lips parted and eyes full of tired lust. You took your leg out from under him and let his collar go. He stayed in place, still looking up at you. That cautious anticipation from earlier was replaced with pleading puppy eyes that only became more excited when you started to remove your panties.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on yours, but his attention kept flickering to the lacy pair of undies being pushed down your legs and, more importantly, what they were leaving bare.

"Here," you say suddenly, making him snap his eyes back up, "chew on these for a minute." He didn’t have time to question or resist. If anything, his lips instinctively parted for you without hesitation. You stuffed your already wet panties into his mouth. His hands were still on your legs, grip tightening and massaging. You could tell he was licking over the fabric as he kept his gaze steady with yours. The thought had you throbbing.

You slowly leaned down, drifting your hands from his hair and down his chest, lowering as you did. Your nose nearly bumped his from how close you were, and you teasingly pulled away each time he stretched to kiss you. You easily undid his belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. “Would you let me tie you up?” Your question came out so smooth and innocent, and you were already stepping behind him before it was finished. He didn’t answer, but he allowed you to pull his hands behind his back. Your excitement was mounting as you wrapped and looped the belt around his wrists. Black leather with a gold buckle, just like that shiny new collar.

You went back to your seated position, with Tony kneeling between your legs as you sat on the edge of his bed. “My pretty boy,” you affectionately coo, placing your hands on either side of his head and threading your fingers through his hair. Tony couldn’t help but lean into your touch, lips curling into a content smile, and eyes fluttering shut.

He enjoyed being petted and pampered, and you enjoyed doing it, but your arousal still needed to be taken care of. Your fingers slipped beneath the front of the collar as you gently pulled the fabric from his mouth, all before pulling him down and burying his face in your pussy. You weren’t sure if his moan was from the roughness or from being between your legs. You wasted no time wrapping your legs around his shoulders, and he wasted no time licking through your folds. You both moaned softly as his tongue focused on lapping up the wet arousal spilling from your entrance. His hands were already twisting and turning in their restraints, fists clenching with his usual need to grab onto your thighs or finger your holes. But for now, he was doing well enough with his mouth, practically licking you out. You leaned back a little, holding yourself up with one hand on the bed and the other still holding Tony down. You didn’t bother holding back your moans, tightening your legs around his head and tilting your hips. Now you were the one desperately grinding against him, chasing the wet sensation of his tongue. The bridge of his nose bumped against your clit with the subtle turn of his head and each tilt of your hips, but it only frustrated you more.

Finally, you let go of his collar, turning him loose and burying your now free hand in those dark curls. Knowing exactly what you’d been pining for, Tony instantly dives for your clit, with a few harsh licks for his own pleasure, of course. You clench around nothing as his tongue massages you. With his head tilted to the side to rest on your thigh, you both lose yourselves to your own forms of pleasure.

This time, you were pulling him closer by his hair, tugging on his soft locks and sending his moaning vibrations through your core. You focused on him again instead of the ceiling, noticing the familiar squirming of his hips. He had nothing to hump against and no hand to touch himself, but with his clenched thighs and tight dress pants, he was finding a way to get himself off at the same time as you. Somehow, it turned you on more. Seeing him struggling to get off, and seeing him desperate to get off just from pleasuring you. “Look at my good boy,” you tease breathlessly, “already so hard for me again.” Your supporting hand joins the other in his hair, lovingly petting down his neck.

You yelp at the light (and possibly retaliatory) grazing of his teeth, but it was quickly replaced by his soft lips and their sucking kiss. You swear you could practically feel that cocky smirk in the way it dragged your clit against his tongue. Maybe Tony was still in control after all, but that didn’t really matter right now. Not when he knew just how to angle his head and move his tongue in a way that already had you convulsing and your entire pussy throbbing.

Your thighs squeezed around him at the tense feeling of release, followed by broken moans and shakey panting. Wet circles kept you trembling, pushing you as far over the edge as he could. Your only moment for recovery comes with hit breath fanning against you as he changes position, taking a moment to groan and desperately grind his hips before diving back in. Your whines only made him more excited, flicking quicker at your oversensitive nub the closer he got to his own orgasm. Hot Your hands tugging in his hair failed to pull him away, so instead you claw at the back of his neck, tugging at the leather there instead and pulling a choked-out moan from him. The sudden tight feeling around his throat was enough to suddenly send him over the edge, and once again his body twitched with each spill of cum in his pants.

“Oh, do you like that, puppy?” You breathlessly ask, keeping up the act as best you could. His only response was another low moan and heavily fluttering eyes. You loosened your legs from around his head to give him some more room. With a sly curl of your parted lips, you tugged on the collar just a bit more, the euphoric look on his face and weak whimpering enough to warm your core again.

You kept up the pressure, waiting for his hips to stop squirming, but you softly let through his hair at the same time. His bare chest heaved with his heavy panting, reeling from the sudden intensity. His head dropped when you finally released him and slowly rested against your thigh, with your gentle hands in his hair helping him relax. He was limp against you, completely drained and satisfied.

You decided to place your feet back on the ground and reluctantly began to push him off of you. Puppy eyes finally opened to pout up at you for interrupting him. You couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him, not minding that his mouth was still wet. He eagerly kissed back with slightly parted lips already begging for more again, but his wish was short-lived and went ungranted when you pulled away after a mere few seconds. You playfully kept his head between your legs when you stood, gently tugging at his hair as you stepped over him to make sure he followed the view. This time, he stayed kneeling in his spot without being asked as you made your way into the bathroom, returning with a warm and wet washcloth after cleaning yourself up.

“Could you untie me?” He asked meekly as you approached him, gently pulling at the belt wrapped around his wrists.

“No,” you answered simply, gripping through his hair to hold him still while you cleaned up around his face. You snorted when Tony scrunched his nose up at you when you wiped the towel over his mouth and chin. You placed another quick kiss to his lips when you finished, kneeling down in front of him to work on unbuttoning his pants, but as you worked down the zipper, you realized this wouldn’t really work well. “Can you stand up?” You asked shyly, standing up yourself. He nodded, easily shuffling to his feet and more than happy to rise to his full height again.

You smiled up at him, working his boxers down to peel off at the same time as his pants. Your cheeks felt flushed at the sight of white cum sticking to his skin and the large wet spots along the fabric. You helped him out of the last of his clothes, biting your lip at the thought of cleaning that mess up in a different way, but you settled for the towel. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at him as you wiped at his thighs, not even when you purposely stroked his spent cock a few times as you wiped. His hips twitched and his breath caught in his throat, sending another twinge between your legs that you’d ignore for now.

“You did such a good job,” you cooed teasingly as you placed your lips on his cheek. You smiled wide at how he shied and slightly turned away, nuzzling your face against his and noticing how his cheeks were as warm as yours. And you definitely noticed that red tint when you pulled away with another small kiss to work on the belt around his wrists. He stayed in place even when his hands were freed, hesitating before bringing his hands around and gently rubbing at each wrist.

“You okay?” You ask quietly as you watch him, tossing the belt onto his other discarded clothes.

“Mhm,” he hummed and nodded, looking over you as well. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, feeling over the collar still around his neck. He gulped as you did, eyes flickering a bit nervously. “I think it’s cute,” you chirp sweetly and pull the tail through its buckle. When your eyes meet his again, they’re smirking with confidence. “Could I see you wear it?”

You smile with him, looking over his lips and into his eyes. But before you can answer, the sound of a slamming car door echoes off the walls of the house, and you both reflected the other's disappointment.

“Maybe next time.”

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years

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Morning...

Tony Stark x reader smut

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, unprotected sex

It wasn't often Tony found himself sleeping completely through the night, dark memories and even darker dreams keeping him awake. But sometimes he did. Sometimes he found himself sleeping peacefully with you wrapped in his arms where you belonged. Those were the mornings he loved. They were soft and slow, full of love and what healed Tony.

Tony brushed your hair back from your face before he slipped his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer so he could press his lips against yours.

You slowly rolled your hips against his, moaning softly against his lips as Tony brushed his fingers over your skin.

"Tell me you love me, beautiful." Tony whispered.

"You know I do," You whispered, kissing his lips again.

Tony shook his head, "Say it. Say you love me."

You smiled, "I love you, Tony."

Tony let out a low growl before he flipped you over onto your back. He crashed his lips against yours as he hiked your right leg over his hip. "Fuck," He smiled, dropping his head against the crook of your neck. "S'good." He kissed your neck as he slowly fucked you. "Perfect."

"Oh, God, Tony," You moaned softly as you dug your nails into Tony's back.

Tony let out a deep groan, driving his hips deeper into you. "Fuck, baby," He crashed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You rolled your hips against Tony's, pulling him closer as your peak neared.

"Fuck." Tony smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. "That's it baby," He reached down between your bodies and pressed his fingers against your sensitive bud.

Your eyes rolled back as you let out a deep moan as Tony fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy squeezing around Tony's cock. Tony let out a deep groan as he came, painting your walls with his cum.

"G'mornin, Mrs Stark." Tony chuckled softly, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder then your neck making you smile.

"Good morning, Mr Stark." You let out a soft giggle, pushing Tony back. "Don't you have a meeting to get to?" You asked.

Tony shook his head as he dropped his head back and carried on kissing you.

"Mr Stark," F.R.I.D.A.Y, spoke before Tony could get too carried away, making him let out a frustrated groan.

"Yes, F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"You're fifteen minutes late to your meet--"

"He's coming, F.R.I.D.A.Y." You laughed, pushing Tony back from you before slipping out of bed. "Dress, now." You sent him a playful smile over your shoulder "Or, join me in the shower and make it a nice even hour your late to the meeting."

Tony's grin stretched before he through the covers back. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell them I'm going to be late to my next meeting."

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,�� his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!”

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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