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avengersnewb · 8 months

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Didn't See that Coming (E, 3k)

Tony acts out Steve's fantasy and throws in a bit of twist that Steve did not see coming, but fully enjoys anyway. Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Cuckolding, Implied/Referenced Cheating, but not really, Sexual Fantasy, Dom Tony Stark, Bottom Tony Stark, Sub Steve Rogers, Subspace, Jealous Steve Rogers, Consensual Kink, Roleplay, Porn with Feelings

based on @oper1895 's amazing fic, I wrote something very smutty :) I have something planned to write as a follow up on this one, but we'll see when that one will happen :))

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“How’s the hotel?” Tony asks from outside of the frame of the video call window. “The bed any good?”

Steve shuffles on the chair as he watches Tony come back into view, unbuttoning his shirt. “Eh. It’s Latvia. The fact that there is a bed is a plus.”

Tony huffs a laugh. “I guess. How are the negotiations going?” he asks, shrugging out of his shirt, letting it fall on the floor. “More importantly—” he fiddles with his pants before pulling them down “—how many more days are you stuck in there?”

“Not sure.” Steve follows his movements, undressing in front of Steve, so casually, as if he doesn’t know what the sight is doing to Steve. “Uh—three? four maybe?”

Tony sighs. “four more days? It’s already been a week, Steve,” he says, tilting his head, pouting.

“Ah, baby, I miss you too,” Steve says, “it’ll be over before—” he tries to find the next word, but his thoughts get all jumbled up as Tony takes a step back, as if he’s making sure he’s fully in Steve’s view before he pulls down his boxer briefs. “What the—Tony? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m undressing. It’s just too hot under my skin, you know, there is this energy searing through. I’ve been so jittery without you, Steve, I need—” he says, palming his cock “—my hole felt so empty without you.”

Heat curls in Steve’s gut like hot lava and spills into his veins. Tony’s low moans as he palms himself to full-erection go straight to Steve’s dick. “I’m sorry babe,” he says, out of breath, opening his zipper to free himself, hot with arousal, not even surprised to find his dick standing at full attention. “Do you wanna jerk off now? You can use the new dildo we got last month and I’ll talk you through opening youself up and fucking yourself.”

Tony smiles, stroking himself lazily. “What if I tell you I’m already open?”

Steve’s breath hitches as his hand wraps around his cock. “You—” he says, trying to keep calm as he strokes himself too. “You are?”

Tony nods before he turns around, and the sight of his round, perfect ass makes Steve’s mouth water. “Can you see like this?” he asks as he goes on all fours on the bed, lowering his chest and raising his ass, and fuck, oh, fuck, it’s just like porn, but a hundred times better, because the man presenting his plugged up ass in the video is Tony Fucking Stark. “Can’t see you, so I need words, Steve.”

“Oh, sorry, Tony, yes,” he chokes out, pressing the base of his cock to regain a bit of composure, to stop himself from coming right then and there and ruining whatever Tony has planned so beautifully.

“Good. So tell me, Steve, what am I doing now?”

“You’re—” Steve swallows, eyes glued to Tony’s fingers. “You’re playing with the plug.”

“Yes,” Tony says, breathy as he pulls the plug out slowly and pushes it back in. “It’s the big one, Steve, I’ve been wearing it all day.” He pulls the plug out, this time almost all the way, before pushing it back in.

It is their biggest plug. Steve whimpers at the thought, his hand back on his cock, stroking long and hard. “How did you—how—”

“How did I, ah, how did I get it in?” Tony finishes Steve’s thought, fucking himself with the plug.

Steve’s hand speeds up on his own dick, smearing the pre-come all over the head, pulling a bit, squeezing here and there. “Yeah, babe, how did you do it all by yourself?”

“Oh, this feels good,” Tony says, vibrating the plug with his hand. “You wanna know how it’s gotten into my hole?”

“Yes, babe, yes,” he says mindlessly, hand moving up and down over his length. “Tell me what you did to that sloppy hole, how did you make it loose enough for that monster thing?”

Tony plays with the plug a few more times before rising up to sit back on his heels. He then turns to Steve, making a show of how he can feel the plug in his ass as he sits on the sheets. “I’m not sure.” He tilts his head, scratching his beard. “What if you don't like it?”

Steve’s heart hammers in his chest, the arousal coursing through his body making his blood roar in his ears. “What did you do, Tony? What did you—fuck—what did you do?”

“Now, you have to promise that you won’t get mad, alright?” Tony says, stretching the words a little like he’s a naughty kid trying to get out of trouble.

Thoughts swirl in Steve’s head, a rush of emotions slamming through him like a ton of bricks. No, he thinks miserably, but his dick is onboard with every single thought, every single scenario that plays in his mind. He’s hard as a rock, throbbing painfully against his fist. “Tell me, Tony,” he says, strained. “I won’t—” he tries but decides against a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep. “I’ll try.”

“I—” Tony says, gripping his cock, and rubbing his plugged hole on the sheets. “I had company last night.”

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#stony #stevetony #bottom tony #stony fic

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moti032 · 2 years

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This is my first post on ao3.You should definitely read it! I really worked hard on my English translations!

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matchbookarmy · 2 years

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Bring Me His Heart by jellybeanforest

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Steve Rogers, infamous cat burglar, is hired by Tony’s business rival and ex-girlfriend, Sunset Bain, to carry out a little corporate espionage, namely to steal the original arc reactor prototype Stark had surgically removed from his chest.

Steve does steal his heart, but perhaps not in the way his employer had envisioned.

Or:

Tony interrupts Steve mid-heist in his penthouse and assumes he is the escort he hired for the night; Steve doesn’t correct him.

Why I'm Reccing: This is the first AU I'm reccing and it's a good one. Tony is still Tony as we know him, for the most part, if Tony hadn't become Iron Man after Afghanistan. Steve is a completely non-powered AU version of himself here, but his characterization still stays really true to the Steve we all know and love.

There's a really great relationship between Steve and Natasha here, that I am all for. It's obviously inspired by CA:TWS, so it feels very much like them, and I absolutely adore it.

Tony is... well, Tony. It's a great characterization of Tony that is, maybe a couple of shades lighter than Iron Man 2 Tony. So, you know, he's sad in this, and lonely, and looking for comfort, despite maintaining the playboy persona of Tony in public.

And you can clearly see how Steve would fall for Tony here, and how Tony would fall for him in return. That is, it's a very believable transition from two people who are complete strangers at the beginning of the night, and almost adversaries, to two people who have really come to care for one another at the end of the night. And that's not an easy feat to achieve.

There's an excellent scene where Steve and Tony are talking about two different things (but also the same thing, kinda) and it works really well.

JARVIS is also written really well here. I love JARVIS and this is such a great depiction of him.

And there's also a hilarious follow-up in the end of work author's note that is the perfect cap to what is a truly great fic.

#stony fic rec #get together fic #bottom tony #top steve #smut fic #nonpowered au #natasha is a bro #jarvis is a bro

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therandosfandos · 1 year

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Ok...now hear me out-

❇Tsundere! Bottom/Little Spoon Tony❇

This man is a def. bottom and you can't change my mind U^U

I also have a HC that he's 5'2, (my height) the shortest of everyone even sketch(only when she's in her human form tho)

Tony Is

S M A L L

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datagirl14 · 1 year

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#tony x loki #frostiron #ironfrost #past pepper/tony #not pepper friendly #bottom tony #top loki #top pepper #past abuse #hurt tony #gentle loki

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seveett · 8 months

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“ BAD BOY .”

DISCLAIMER; ok first off, i havent written in a WHILE…,,, and secondly, this is like a sort of joke between me n my friend Dani (😭) Pairing(s); Tony stark x Top Amab reader ★ cws; edging, belly bulge, overstimulation (not proof read.)

“No touching, Anthony.” You said, gripping his wrist as his hand tried to grab onto his cock. Tony went wild when you called him by his real name instead of his nickname, he could get hard just by hearing you say that, especially in that tone.

You had been edging him for a while now, having him whine and whimper beneath you, squirming in your touch desprate in the need of release.

“Please, i’ll be good. I need to cum-” He desperately begged you, tears streaming down his face, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly as you continued your thrust, slowing down a bit.

“You’ve been a bad boy, remember? You can cum when i say so.” You told him as his whined at the last sentence, his hard cock dribbling out pre-cum.

“Am i gonna have to tie your hands behind your back, or are you going to behave?” You questioned, watching as he nodded fastly.

“Good..” You resumed your thrust at a faster pace, he moaned out in pleasure as your tip brushed against his prostate, his back arching and his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

His nailed raked down your back causing a sting of pain but you were to caught up in the pleasure to care, besides, you gave him a fair share of marks too.

Hickeys littering all over his neck, his chest, bites printed on the insides and outsides of his thighs.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed a bulge in his stomach, moving every time you did.

“Look at that, ‘M all up in your guts tony..” You said in a low tone. His eyes opened, trailing down to where you were staring, his eyes widened a little as he saw the bulge.

He placed his hand over it, pushing down on it causing him to moan out loudly. As for you, it only encouraged you to fuck his harder, faster.

“You close, Tones?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding desperately. “Yes- God, please i’m so close.” He said desperately, teetering on the edge as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach.

“Cum for me, Tony. Do it.” You order, watching as he came all over himself, his back arching as he moaned out your name loudly.

You continued your thrust, speeding up on purpose, pushing him into overstimulation as he came down from his high.

He gripped your shoulder tightly, biting his lip hard as you kept abusing his prostate, hitting all the right spots.

“You can cum for me again. i know you can, Baby.” You said looking at him as he shook his head, “I cant, please..” He whined.

“I know you can. be a good boy and cum for me again, alright?” You told him, gripping his cock and stroking it in sync with your thrust, he practically screamed this time as he came again, breathing heavily.

You felt your own climax nearly, twitching inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you, he felt your twitching which was his sign of knowing you were close.

“Insssidee..” He slurred out, his legs wrapping around your waist tighter. “You want me to breed you, huh?” You said teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw you over the edge as you filled him with your seed.

Your thrust came to a stop after you finished riding out your orgasm, you both were breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead against his.

“We are definitely doing this again.” He said, a grin on his face as his chest rose and fell, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt: @fizzyyelf

#★🎧seveett #top male reader #dom male reader #marvel x male reader #tony stark x male reader #bottom character #x male reader #tony stark x reader

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thwackk · 8 months

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REAAAGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#woman you’re WAY TOO CLOSE PEPPER SPRAY #this is my therapy right now leave me alone #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #yes i’m aware the bottom one is 50’s fashion not 40’s #edit: THAT IS NOT BUCKY LMAO #edit 2: it’s confusing cause of the clothes but that actually IS Tony i just didn’t wanna tag his ass. this aint abt him #they went to a 50’s themed party.

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hainethehero · 2 months

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This scene will always get me.

Because Natasha is thinking like a spy. She turns to kiss him, says: "PDA makes people very uncomfortable," trying to explain quickly to Steve that it'll keep them hidden from Rumlow.

And Steve, like the total meatball he is, goes: "yes it does🥺"

And then when she kisses him, her eyes remain opened for most of it while Steve's eyes flutter shut. And it's not that he's into it because he's crushing on Nat, but it's the fact that kissing does not come easily to him. He's hardly had practice and is super shy about doing anything remotely sexual in nature. It's one of his most endearing qualities.

And the way Nat cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his face, like he's totally a submissive kisser. He'd let Nat (or Bucky, or Tony, or Bruce, or Clint, or Thor etc...) take the lead and kiss him stupid. And even after the kiss, his eyes follow her like a little puppy, desperate for more while she turns around to walk down the escalator. Ugh, he's such a bottom.

P.S. his lips are literally so red and plush in CATWS like.... it's not even funny. I'd imagine even the villains are desperate to feel them.

#steve rogers #steve rogers is a bottom #bottom steve rogers #stevenat #stucky #stony #sub steve rogers #pretty steve rogers #hes pretty #sugar sweet steven #captain america #catws #bucky barnes #tony stark #clint barton #bruce banner #thor

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crispywizardtale · 3 months

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#im surprised nobody made a begging Kenta set so here i am #i also need one for my discord #Kenta is so pretty #fuck tony #i hate him from the bottom of my soul #come to me Kenta ill take care of you #pit babe #pit babe series #pit babe the series

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kawataslvr · 2 months

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Good Boys Use Their Words

Warnings : Teasing, short fic, smut, m!reader, your name isnt brought up

A/N : My first writing being super short sucks , but I just needed to get started and post smt. I do have another blog!! @manjirwo if you're wondering however I'm super inactive on there.. might make it my shit posting blog 👾

Nahoya (21+) x M!reader

REMAKE

it was like heaven blessed him, after a shitty day of work where even Souya ended up screaming at him for who knows what, he forgot already at the sight.

his innocent little boyfriend, touching himself while moaning his name “Na..nahoyaa~” you let out a breathy moan your fingers trying to pleasure yourself, but nothing compared to his boyfriends. Nahoya always knew how to make him a whiny bitch.

It didn't help, no it didn't help at all how you were only wearing a sweater belonging to nahoya, and the only thing along with being a necklace nahoya gave you for your birthday.

"Wow, is that what you do while I'm gone? can't even fuck yourself right."

Gasping in surprise you quickly try to cover up before the pillow you grabbed, happening to be nahoya's which you were humping earlier.. seeing as it was covered in your precum.

"mm.. hoyaa.. m'leasee" the fingers inside you were harshly tugged off much to your dismay, if it weren't for he lube you were sure that would've hurt way more.

"please what? Good boys use their words y'know?" He smirked and took off his clothes, before grabbing your plush thighs and putting them over his shoulders putting you into a mating press.

"f..fuck me.." your leaking hole was desperately begging for his attention "how?" Pausing for a second feeling nahoya grind against you making you loudly moan.

"f-fill me up! I want your cock inside me.." the words were embarrassing to you, Nahoya's cock on the other hand was aching more.

He himself didn't know if he could handle the teasing.

The moan you let out was pornographic, "A-AHHH~!" the neighborhood would have complains in the morning. But the only thing you focused on was Nahoya's cock being deep inside you at the moment, he had shoved it in way too fast and hard.

Not that this wasn't normal, Nahoya was mean during sex. Rough and hard on his partner.

Wether it was the stress from work, or just him being extra horny— perhaps a mix of both.. Nahoya took all his anger out on your body pounding on it relentlessly.

#nahoya x male reader #nahoya kawata #nahoya #tokyo revengers #male reader #bottom reader #x male reader #nahoya x male #nahoya x reader #mlm #gay #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x bottom reader #✦﹒toni's workshop..

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marrziy · 2 months

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"Bilionário Ordinário"

★» Tony Stark x Male Reader

★» SMUT - bottom!reader

★» Sinopse: Tony está com tesão, o pau dele pulsa dentro do terno e ele vai te foder. A porta do escritório está aberta? Alguém pode aparecer e flagrar a cena? A papelada em cima da mesa vai ficar encharcada de porra? Dane-se, o pau dele já entrou.

𝐏alavras: 2.8k

Ele garantiria a sua graduação em troca de ampla obediência, era o trato. Parecia uma oportunidade sem contras quando expressa por Tony na plenitude de sua lábia astuta. O mais velho calculou as palavras para fisgar você naquele primeiro encontro. O restaurante chique e a boa comida intensificaram o efeito do encanto.

Fora os bilhões, Stark era charmoso além do limite. O seu sim estava garantido, mas antes de ser consolidado, Tony te deu uma prova da dinâmica ao tirar o sapato do pé direito com o auxílio do pé esquerdo e esfregar o membro coberto pela meia na sua virilha. A voz rouca dele, conforme mensionara o sexo incluso nas normas, já havia te excitado, mas você se recusava a crer que havia ficado duro antes do contato.

Tony fez você gozar apenas esfregando o pé no seu pau embaixo da mesa naquele ambiente público. Sua vergonha, por estar com a cueca melada de porra, te impediu de aceitar a proposta verbalmente. Sua resposta foi compactada num singelo balançar de cabeça.

Aquele foi um dos dias mais alucinantes da sua vida, os outros vieram em sequência, um após o outro.

Seu erro foi pensar que aquele homem teria o mínimo de decência para não aloprar naquele tempo em que tinha você na coleira.

Ele te ligou às quatro da madruga, exigindo sua presença. O seu sono, aparentemente, não valia nada para Tony. Felizmente, ele deixou claro que gostava dos teimosos, então você não se conteve e feriu vários direitos humanos naquela ligação, ofendendo Tony de inúmeras formas antes de sair de casa.

Você repensou suas decisões durante a corrida e, ao sair do táxi, se viu diante de um dos edifícios Stark. Revirou os olhos e cogitou cuspir no chão.

. . . ★ . . .

Gente rica é estranha pra porra.

O pensamento fluía na sua cabeça durante a estada da mão de Tony na sua bunda.

Quando chegou no escritório, você estranhou a cena incomum: Tony analisando pilhas de papel, assinando algumas das folhas, ignorando e descartando várias. Ele normalmente deixava a leitura para alguém de confiança e apenas dava o ok. Não que você reparasse... não, claro que não. Mas entendia o porquê ao vê-lo massagear as têmporas e apertar as pálpebras, como se desejasse que aqueles retângulos brancos voltassem a ser árvores.

O sorriso que Tony abriu, no momento em que te viu na porta, escondia incontáveis intenções, mil milhões delas sendo perversas. Com o dedo em gancho, o bilionário te convidou a se aproximar.

E ali estava você, em pé ao lado do dito-cujo, enquanto ele, ainda sentado na cadeira, prosseguia com uma mão na caneta e com a outra na sua carne coberta. O seu rosto deixou de ficar corado há um tempo, mas você ainda estava desconcertado, sem saber para onde olhar.

Seus mirantes, indecisos, rolavam e captavam tudo, fora de sincronia com a imobilidade do resto do corpo. Você avistou a papelada na mesa, realmente nada interessado, mas logo encontrou o inchaço protuberante na calça social de Tony e sorriu.

Se não fosse o frio da manhã congelando suas bolas, você estaria duro.

A líbido do senhor cavanhaque te intrigava. O seu ainda era um amendoinzinho dentro da calça e o de Tony estava quase pulando para fora do terno.

Uma sibilância soando à esquerda capturou seu foco. O medo instaurou-se sobre sua estrutura quando você notou a porta do escritório entreaberta, o fraco impulso do vento fazendo as dobradiças rangerem. Você não se certificou de fechá-la.

Vários cenários nos quais alguém entrava e via você naquela situação passaram por sua cabeça. Foi impossível não tremer na base.

No entanto, um aperto de respeito na sua região traseira chamou a sua atenção. Retornando para Tony, você detectou os olhos dele namorando o seu corpo.

— Não está sendo divertido, né? – Tony guardou os óculos em uma gaveta na parte inferior do tampo da mesa.

— Não, imagina! Tá sendo super legal ficar parado aqui, em pé, enquanto você faz da minha bunda o seu brinquedinho antiestresse. – sua fala sarcástica veio acompanhada de um sútil sorriso irônico. — Quer arrancar pedaço?

Um risinho fraco escapou dos lábios curvados de Tony — Calma aí, garotinho estressado… – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de subir com a mão pela lombar, te fazendo arrepiar durante a jornada dos dedos. — Deixa comigo, vou fazer ficar divertido.

O mais velho te puxou, pondo você de frente para ele. Sem aviso prévio e com a delicadeza de um acidente de trânsito, Tony enfiou dois dedos na sua boca, forçando a passagem com tanta brusquidão que impulsionou sua cabeça para trás. Instantaneamente, lágrimas se formaram no canto dos olhos. — Que cavalheiro… – você murmurou com a voz embargada, se esforçando para não engasgar.

Vidrado na sua feição contorcida, Tony encontrou-se à mercê dos instintos e levou a mão livre para a própria ereção, apertando o volume dolorido contido no tecido azul escuro. — Controla os dentes, senão vai sobrar pra esse seu rostinho bonito, vadia!

Maldita vontade de contrariar.

Você quase mordeu os dedos de Tony após a fala dele, mas decidiu ser obediente e contribuiu, sugando o indicador e o médio até o mais velho ficar satisfeito e puxá-los para fora.

Tony se levantou da cadeira acolchoada e posicionou-se atrás de você. — Cê não tinha uma roupinha melhor pra vir aqui não? E aquelas que eu comprei pra você? São de grife. – ele sussurrou no seu ouvido, sem esperar uma resposta antes de pressionar você contra a mesa e abaixar a sua calça moletom junto da cueca.

O seu corpo, curvado e nu da cintura para baixo, era refém das mãos ousadas do bilionário.

— Aquelas roupas de puta? – você apoiou a bochecha na superfície fria em um ângulo onde conseguia ver Tony e o volume que fazia a calça dele parecer justa de tão proeminente que era. — Foi mal, Tonyzinho, mas eu prefiro usar algo que cubra mais que cinco por cento do meu corpo.

— Mesmo? Poxa, eu tava te considerando uma putinha esse tempo todo. – Tony mantinha um biquinho nos lábios enquanto afastava as bandas da sua bunda, hipnotizado com a forma que sua entrada pulsava ao redor do nada. — Minha putinha…

— Puta é a mãe! – você respondeu, sentindo os joelhos fraquejarem e seu pau liberto latejar, pingando pré-sêmen no chão. — Eu só não desperdiço oportunidades.

Stark riu soprado. — Uhum. – murmurou e enfiou os dedos encharcados no seu interior com facilidade. — Tá meio relaxadinho… andou brincando sem mim?

O seu silêncio te dedurou.

Tony uniu o peitoral às suas costas, distribuindo beijinhos por sua nuca e oscilando entre arranhar a pele cálida com os dentes. — Que cuzinho ganancioso o seu... – ele agilizou a movimentação no seu interior, empurrando os dígitos com força, compondo uma sinfonia molhada enquanto brincava com as várias formas de dedilhar. — Te comer três vezes na semana não tá sendo suficiente? Eu posso aumentar pra cinco... não, sete! Tenho fome de você a semana toda, boneco.

O hálito fresco do Stark chicoteou seu pescoço, e você teve que segurar a vontade de rodear os dedos na própria ereção, ciente de que Tony gostava de ser o único responsável pelo seu clímax.

— E-eu me preparei antes de vir pra cá... Na verdade, quando vi "velho putão" piscando na tela do celular, antes mesmo de a-atender, eu já estava com a mão dentro da calça. – seus gemidos afetaram a fluidez da fala, resultado da velocidade entorpecente da ponta dos dedos de Tony circulando a sua entradinha avermelhada.

Uma risada, não se sabia se de graça ou indignação, fluiu por entre os lábios de Tony. — Esse é a porra do nome do meu contato no seu celular? – ele abandonou o seu interior, virando-o de costas contra a mesa até você estar completamente deitado naquela superfície. — Podia ter me avisado que já se alargou, assim não perderíamos temp... – ele mesmo se interrompeu. — Pera aí...

— Nem começa! – você imediatamente reagiu ao reconhecer o sorriso presunçoso estampado no rosto do Stark.

— Você achou que precisava de mais preparação? – você não viu, mas ouviu o barulho do zíper da calça de Tony sendo aberto. — Acha que não aguenta? – ele provocou.

Ainda com a calça abotoada no corpo, Tony levou a mão para dentro da lã, abaixou a cueca e agarrou o próprio comprimento, libertando-o da box. Ele afastou os dentes do zíper, passando o pau pelo fecho da calça social. A paciência para tirar as roupas não coube naquele momento.

Tony torcia para não dar merda e acabar machucando a pele do saco entre o metal do zíper.

— Que ego desgraçado… – sua voz murchou no ritmo em que seus mirantes retornavam para o detalhe que fazia daquele lugar um ambiente inseguro. — Tony, a porta… vou fechar! – você ergueu o torso, prestes a resolver o problema.

Tony se livrou do blazer com uma mão e, com a outra, empurrou o seu peitoral, te fazendo deitar novamente. — Não. A porta tá longe. – expressou-se direto e decidido, não abrindo brecha para ser contrariado.

Ele impulsionou fracamente o quadril contra as suas coxas, esfregando a excitação latente na sua pele, muito próximo da sua entrada. Você quase jogou tudo para os ares e implorou para ser fodido, quase.

— Fecha a porta, por favor! – você tentou se erguer outra vez, mas falhou. O Stark deitou em cima de você, unindo seus corpos e limitando ainda mais suas chances de esquiva. — Porra, Tony! Eu não tenho muito a perder se alguém aparecer nesse caralho, mas você tem! – sua insistência não valeu de nada quando direcionada a alguém que podia comprar o silêncio de qualquer um. — Sem contar que a mesa tá cheia dessas… dessas suas folhas! Você não ficou todo esse temp…

Tony cobriu a sua boca com a mão. Ele se divertia com sua preocupação. — Shhh… – o olhar cerrado do Stark ardia de luxúria. O biquinho brilhoso dele, tão convidativo, fazia você desejar aqueles lábios te calando, não a palma. — Ninguém vai entrar, então relaxa. Fica quietinho e seja uma boa vadia. – ele levou a mão livre sorrateiramente até a virilha, agarrando a base do membro e alinhando-o em sua entrada. — Meu pau já entrou, gatinho, não tem como voltar atrás agora. Sinto muito.

Ele não sentiu.

Tony não sentiu muito quando meteu até o talo.

Ele entrou em você sem anunciar, não adotou vagareza no movimento, foi brusco e rápido. — Po...rra! – ele arfou, arrepiando da cabeça aos pés quando envolto no calor quente das suas estranhas.

A longa preparação pareceu inútil naquele momento. Dois dedos miseráveis não eram páreos para o pau grosso e venoso de Tony.

Inicialmente, seu corpo foi cordial; suas paredes sugaram o membro invasor para dentro, mas o cacete pulsante do Stark exigia um espaço que o seu interior apertado não tinha para oferecer. Seus músculos contraíram intensamente, tentando expulsar o pau de Tony, que permaneceu fincado dentro de você, latejando forte. — Muito... muito fundo! – você conseguiu dizer, sua voz abafada devido a pressão da mão em seus lábios.

— É demais pra você? Ah, que dó! – ele zombou, ciente do tesão latente contido em seu corpo trêmulo. — Culpa desse seu corpinho minúsculo. Nem dedada resolve. – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de rodear o braço na sua cintura e se impulsionar para frente, te roubando um espasmo. — Apertado pra caralho! Parece a porra de um virgem. – sussurrou na curvatura do seu pescoço, inalando sua colônia diluída no suor.

As suas bordas estavam estouradas, a pele sensível em brasa, avermelhada e esticada ao máximo para adorar o pau de Tony. Pré-sêmen acumulava-se ali, a umidade branca do Stark escorria de dentro para fora, pintando o seu anel rugoso, deixando a sua entrada molhadinha e o seu interior completamente encharcado.

Você sentiu o metal frio do zíper e o tecido da calça social de Tony roçarem em suas coxas conforme ele iniciava movimentos circulares com o quadril. Ele rolava a pélvis, se esfregando em você, amassando as bolas pesadas na sua bunda macia.

Tony praticamente ronronou no seu pescoço. — Merda… isso é tão gostoso! – os barulhinhos roucos que ele deixou escapar afetaram diretamente seu pau, que latejou entre seu abdômen e o de Tony, manchando sua camiseta preta e deixando a camisa branca do mais velho transparente.

Ter o pau de Tony reivindicando espaço dentro de você fez da sua preocupação algo divertido. O medo de ser pego tornou o ato emocionante, o frio na barriga te levou a contrair o ventre e, consequentemente, esmagar os centímetros do Stark.

Ele respondeu abocanhando o seu pescoço, gemendo e arfando na sua pele enquanto a chupava.

Você só conseguia choramingar, desesperado para gozar. O membro de Tony parecia duplicar de tamanho quando inserido no seu corredor esponjoso. Seus nervos não lidavam muito com a potência da sensação, fazendo de você uma casca vazia que só voltaria a ter alma após o orgasmo.

Foi repentino o vazio. De repente, você tinha somente a ponta grossa alojada dentro. Você estava prestes a reclamar, mas Tony voltou com tudo após a retirada, chocando os quadris contra a sua bunda, engatando em outra estocada logo em seguida, e depois outra e assim por diante.

Ele aumentou o aperto da mão sobre a sua boca, mas não foi capaz de conter o gemido escandaloso que subiu por sua garganta e reverberou nas paredes do escritório.

Mesmo com os olhos marejados, você vislumbrou a expressão contorcida de prazer do homem entre as suas pernas e quase gozou com a imagem. Você precisava descontar todo aquele estímulo em algo, então levou as mãos para as costas do mais velho, arranhando-o através das roupas.

Tony, com as sobrancelhas franzidas, mordeu o lábio inferior, também admirando sua feição bagunçada. — Putinha chorona! – sussurrou no seu ouvido, intensificando as investidas no seu buraco acostumado.

— Mais de-devagar! Nesse ritmo eu… eu… – você sequer terminou a frase, sabendo que seria ignorado com sucesso. Seus dedos desceram arranhando o dorso de Tony até estarem rodeando a cintura dele.

As bolas do Stark espancavam a sua bunda, ansiosas para liberar o acúmulo no seu buraco tenso, que por sua vez, estava ansioso para ordenhar cada gota de porra, assim como fazia com o pré-sêmen jorrado da glande inchada.

O choque de peles e o barulho úmido do pau afogado nas suas entranhas eram as músicas favoritas para ambos na cena.

Tony esmurrou sua próstata, sorrindo maroto quando sentiu você tremer embaixo dele, e quando te ouviu gemer ao ponto de babar na palma que ele usava para abafar seus gemidos desenfreados. — Achei. – cantarolou, enfiando fundo no mesmo ângulo, prolongando seus espasmos. — Goza pra mim, vai!

A mesa rangia, balançando com a força das estocadas brutas do Stark. Ele gemeu manhoso e risonho no instante em que você contraiu os glúteos ao redor dele, estasiado com a sensação e contente por testemunhar você tremendo e choramingando ao se aproximar do clímax.

Você veio antes dele, acariciando o ego do bilionário quando gozou apenas sentindo o pau dele ir e vir dentro de você. Suas costas arquearam, desgrudando da mesa na companhia de algumas folhas coladas no tecido suado da sua camiseta. Todo o seu corpo contraiu conforme a porra vazava do seu pau, sujando suas roupas e triscando no cavanhaque de Tony.

Você gemeu mudo, fortificando o abraço na cintura do Stark e apertando suas pernas ao redor do quadril dele antes de amolecer e cair exausto na mesa.

Mas Tony continuou metendo, dessa vez, eufórico, com movimentos erráticos e ansiosos, acertando o seu interior gasto com o único objetivo de gozar, de encher você até transbordar.

Você estapeou o peitoral dele, tentando afastá-lo, murmurando súplicas sem lógica, sentindo-se superestimulado demais para lidar.

Tony estava no ponto, você não precisou insistir. As estocadas dele perderam o ritmo a partir da contração das bolas. O mais velho abraçou o seu corpo arrebatado, tremendo sobre você, em profundo êxtase enquanto pressionava os quadris na sua bunda.

O pau dele convulsionou dentro do seu buraquinho relaxado e, assim como você, ele gemeu mudo ao gozar.

Você sentiu cada uma das pulsações que antecederam os jatos de porra. O líquido pegajoso esquentou suas entranhas, pintou o seu interior de branco e, como Tony havia calculado, te preencheu com tanta fartura que vazou, escorrendo para fora do seu buraco conforme o pau do Stark amolecia, dando brecha para o sêmen se acumular na madeira da mesa e arruinar algumas das folhas ali espalhadas.

Caído em cima de você, Tony respirava pesado, vez ou outra contraindo e lhe arrancando uma reclamação, ainda sob efeito do clímax intenso.

— Desgraçado. – você cochichou como se estivesse revelando um segredo, sorrindo fraco para o outro homem.

O bilionário fazia cafuné na sua cabeça com a mão esquerda e fechava o zíper da calça com a direita. — Arrombado. – sussurrou a verdade em sua orelha.

Porque de fato, você foi arrombado.

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Someone used the tag bloodhound Zoro on one of my posts recently and FRIEND I'm so glad someone else thinks that way.

The guard dog/bloodhound dynamic is one of my absolute favorites when done correctly, especially with characters who are the embodiment of that type of dynamic.

Not sure if I have any leverage fans hanging around but I see this dynamic used with Elliot a lot and it's always really well done in that fandom.

Territorial

Loyal

Protective

Fearless

Alert

Adaptable

A little bloodthirsty

I could point out every instance of Zoro showcasing these characteristics and I could imagine every scenario that could happen for fic ideas.

But my favorite is the side that not everyone gets to see.

Being soft only for the people who matter

Coming back bloody from fighting and patiently waiting for affection

Only being able to relax with certain people

The love and trust needed to allow yourself to be vulnerable around someone

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Have some soft, guard dog Zoro brainstorm dust bunnies. Although he's 100% a guard cat if we're being honest.

Petting along his jaw and down his throat in soothing and firm touches.

It takes time but he lets them at his neck, belly, and back. When they grab around his waist they brush fingers against his side, barely feeling ribs under the muscles layered over them. Rubbing his shoulders and down along his spine when he falls asleep around them. The skin of his back so soft and smooth compared to the rest of his body. It's sensitive and breaks out in little goosebumps when they linger.

He's an oversized cat.

He goes from only light napping with his back against something to complete trust.

His head tipped back and his throat is left completely vulnerable. He curls on his side or lays on his front, back fully exposed. He sprawls on his back with arms tossed out to the side or over his head, belly left unguarded.

He doesn't wear shirts as much, skin growing warmer and warmer under all the sun until he's a full canvas of sun kissed skin. It makes his eyes pop, the green of his hair more vivid, and the color of his lips more distracting. The occasional flush that graces his cheeks is harder to spot but they're skilled at looking for it now.

He seeks out affection once he knows he'll get it and he's willing to let them give it.

Sleeping curled against someone's side, face pressed to their necks like he's tucking himself away in them. Draping across their laps like an oversized kitten, blinking up at them slowly until they take the hint and pet at him.

Sometimes when they're somewhere off ship or someone is traveling with them, he gets restlessness in a way that says he wants that affection. It's a way to relax, to uncoil all the tension in his muscles, and a way to show his care for them. He doesn't do well with words, but they all speak love differently and they know what he means.

He doesn't do that in front of anyone other than crew though and they're okay with that. The idea of Zoro being vulnerable around strangers makes them protective and the thought of anyone but crew seeing that side of him at all makes them feel possessive.

Only crew gets to see each other so innocent, vulnerable, exposed, submissive.

So they find work arounds.

Luffy sleeping curled around Zoro's back and possessive arms wrapped around the swordman's waist. Satisfying the urge for closeness and touch but still protected, all vulnerable spots hidden from anyone else's eyes.

After all, no one blinks an eye at Luffy clinging to Zoro.

Luffy presses his face into the back of Zoro's neck and top of his spine, biting marks into the skin because sometimes he's not good with words either. Zoro doesn't even flinch, still asleep and completely trusting of Luffy to do what's best.

Luffy passes it off loudly in the morning with cries of dreams filled with meat and Sanji can they have a bunch of meat for breakfast please?

Zoro doesn't hide it because he doesn't hide anything Luffy gives him and the crew all get stuck on it through the day. Staring at the skin, where the bruising has pulled blood to the surface and painted it different colors. The darker spots where teeth had been pressed.

The only mark anywhere near his back and it was given willingly. He isn't ashamed of the bruises on the top of his spine, almost flaunting them as he trains shirtless in the afternoon sun. Skin glowing with sweat and everyone within eye sight trying to discreetly stare.

It's not the last mark he gets and it becomes common for him to have marks and bruises on his skin. Bright colors and dark hues in shapes of fingers and mouths, usually resting by the hinge of his jaw, the top of his spine, or the top of his hips and lower belly, where there's just the very slightest hint of stubborn softness clinging.

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Am I obviously obsessed with Zoro being feral?

Showing his affection by letting people at vulnerable spots they could use to easily hurt him?

Is my soft, bottom, and/or submissive Zoro bias showing?

Yes

#one piece #zolu #zoro #luffy #nami #sanji #usopp #tony tony chopper #nico robin #franky one piece #brook one piece #straw hat pirates #mugiwarapirates #heavy hints of poly andor qp crew #let zoro bottom you cowards #soft zoro #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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