#sugar daddy!tony x reader

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Rule #1 (Part 7) Angst.

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert. 

Warnings: Burglary, Angst, Fluff, Unprotected sex, NSFW 18+, daddy kink, slight alcoholism, the big fat L word (DONT yell at me).

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Listen, I know this took forever and I am so so so so so sorry. Don't hate me?  

(Chapter 7 of the Guns n Glitter series.)

You’re jolted awake, Tony’s hands on your shoulders. He’s standing somewhere to the right of you, the room dark and cold as you bolt awake. You can’t see anything yet, just the outline of his body hovering over you. It scares you, like a nightmare come to life.

“Babe, you need to get up.” His voice is hoarse, desperate almost, and it scares you even more.

“What?” Your instinct is to cling to him, grabbing his arm as you pull yourself to sit up. “Tony, what?”

He takes a deep breath, “I need you to be quiet, we need to leave. There is an intruder in the penthouse.” His words make your stomach drop, your mouth goes dry. “I disabled JARVIS in the house, but I have him on my watch, we have to be quiet if we’re going to get out of here.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, eyes darting across his face as it starts to come into focus. He looks scared. He’s panicking, you have never seen him like this before, and it’s scaring you.

“Y/n, baby, we don’t have time for this.” There is no kindness in his tone, he needs you to snap out of it. “We need to leave. Now. You have to be quiet, do you understand?”

All you can do is nod before he’s pulling you up out of the bed, guiding you towards the bathroom. He doesn’t turn the light on, your hip bone connects with the sink, the only sound that escapes you is a gasp for air.

He grabs your clothes from yesterday off the floor, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. “Put this on, quickly.”

Your hands tremble, grabbing at the clothes, doing your best to put them on in the dark. The only light in the room comes from his watch, illuminating his face slightly. There’s a map projecting from the screen, you can only imagine it to be the floor plan of the penthouse. “Can you see them?”

The first words you’ve spoken, he looks at you through the hologram, his eyes are dark, blank. You don’t recognize the man standing in front of you. “Yes. I can sneak us out without them knowing if you’re quiet.” Is all he says, looking down to watch you dress, your hands struggling in your panic.

You’re afraid, he can see that now, his harshness dropping at the sight of you. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He grabs at your leggings, holding them out for you to step in, grabbing his arms for support. “But I have to get you out of here, the longer we sit here the smaller our chances of getting out without-“

The sound of glass shattering, too far away to be outside the door, but too close for his liking. “We need to go. Don’t let go of me, don’t make a sound.”

Your leggings snap against your hips as he pulls them up, harshly, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. In your rush to get dressed, you forgot to grab shoes, bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. You can’t see anything, facing his back as he walks towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly, light filling the room as he pulls the door open.

You hold your breath, one second passes, two, he pokes his head out, three, then he’s pulling you behind him as he rushes out of the room.

You can see the light from his watch and nothing else as you walk through the lounge, the entire floor is dark, you can hear faint conversation in the distance, it sounds like its coming from kitchen, the opposite direction of where you’re headed.

You wonder how they got in, how they got passed JARVIS’s security systems, how they got inside without Tony knowing.

You gasp, a sharp pain shooting through your foot, Tony freezes, his grip on your arm tightening. He turns to look at you, watching as you step back. It’s then that he realizes that you’re barefoot, that there is glass shattered across the floor.

That dark look returns to his face, he grabs you and picks you up, turning to run towards what you realize is the back elevator.

You didn’t think you were that loud, but the sound of rushing footsteps tell you otherwise, your heart beating in your ears as Tony bangs on the elevator button, a useless attempt at getting it to open faster.

Just as it does, you see a flashlight, two dark figures running at a full sprint towards you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

But nothing ever happens, Tony rushes into the elevator, dropping you against the wall and bracing you against it, the door slides closed and the elevator starts to go down.

His breathing is so heavy in your ear, the panic you feel inside is audibly taking over him, his flight or fight taking over as he sandwiches you against the elevator wall. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice almost failing him.

And as if you both just remember, he pushes back, looking down to your foot. He kneels, his face blank as he grabs you by the ankle, his hand so contrastingly warm to the cold floor you stand on. He props your foot up on his knee, tilting his head to look at the bottom of it. “You’re bleeding. There should be paramedics downstairs.”

You have so many questions, so many things you want to say, but words fail you. The only thing you know is that he got you out. Your Ironman, your superhero.

A tear falls, rolls right off your cheek and onto your foot, catching his attention immediately.

“Oh, no no. Don’t cry. You’re okay.”

He looks up at you, shaking his head, cooing at you as if you were a child. “I don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there. I need you to be strong for me, just until we get you checked out. Okay?”

This didn’t feel right, the peaceful weekend away has turned into a nightmare, and he’s acting like nothing is happening, like he’s used to this, like he has seen this before, seen worse. He is comfortable here, in this panic state, it dawns on you then, that this is nothing compared to what he has actually been through. This night could have been so much worse.

“Okay, but can you hold me, please?” You hate how scared you sound, and you can see the way your voice tugs at him, frowning as he stands to embrace you.

It takes everything in you not to break down and cry, the man holding you has saved you, he has given you everything you know in life, he has faced darkness and hardship that he would never let you discover. Your protector.

The elevator stops, he scoops you up into his arms as the doors open, and the scene that unfolds before you is like a movie. An ambulance, police rushing towards you, EMT’s taking you from his arms as a team of SWAT officers crowd the elevator. It’s loud, cameras flashing as paparazzi crowd the scene.

But Tony is there, watching as you are placed inside of an ambulance, eyes darting to watch your surroundings.

Emergency responders work quickly to check you over, finding the cut on the bottom of your foot. They clean it, the sting of alcohol making you flinch, catching Tony’s attention once again. They bandage your foot, checking that you can walk, that you aren’t concussed before letting Tony take you away from the scene.

He carries you around the side of the building, police creating a barrier between you and the crowd of bystanders. It’s too much, too loud, too bright, the adrenaline from the incident is wearing off. Your tiredness returns as you reach the valet, and it isn’t until he helps you inside of the car, the door closing leaving you alone for a moment, that you take a deep breath, all your emotions flooding you.

And it’s like he can sense it, settling into the drivers seat and offering you his arm to grab. It is all he can do right now, putting the car into drive, and racing down the street. You cling to him, silent tears falling when you reach the airport, letting go for only a moment as he gets out and walks to your side of the car, opening your door and picking you up to carry you onto the jet.

You have never felt like this before, needing him this way. Feeling too scared and helpless, then so safe and secure in his arms. It awakens something in you, a warmth, a tingle in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up.

You realize in this moment- face stained with tears, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you up the stairs onto the jet, into the bedroom, lights so dim that you barely notice the difference when he turns them off after setting you down on the bed -that you think you feel something for him.

He strips, pushing you back to lay down against the cool sheets, pulling your clothes from you as well. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you curl yourself against him under the sheets. You lay in silence as the jet engine starts, as the jet starts to move and takes flight.

It isn’t until he can feel that you are calmer that he finally speaks, your heart rate slow, your tears have stopped, and your grip on him is a loving embrace, no longer clinging to him for safety.

“This will never happen again.” He says, his voice cold against your hair. “It shouldn’t have happened, I don’t know how it happened, but this will never happen to you again.”

You can feel it in your chest, he means it. But you don’t know what to say, you just hold him closer, listening to the sound of his breathing. He kisses your head, over and over, telling you that you are safe.

You fall asleep that way, safe in his arms, eyes puffy and exhausted from crying. You sleep through the entire flight, not knowing that Tony couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes.

He couldn’t let himself rest, his mind racing with everything he was going to do to make sure he kept you safe from this day forward. Because it wasn’t just you who was afraid, it wasn’t just you who felt a pain in your chest at the thought of what had happened tonight.

He thought he was going to lose you, he thought that he was going to fail you. You, out of all the people he has protected, all the people he has risked his life for. You were the one he almost let down.

And as you slept in his arms, he whispered a promise into your ear that he would never let you down again, placed soft kisses to your face, as if doing so would erase this event from your mind.

He was careless, cocky, inviting you into a life you knew nothing about, risking your life in the process. He was torn between letting you go to your own home and bringing you back to his. Where you would feel safest, where he would feel safest leaving you.

He beats himself up over it, seeing himself as a cancer, spreading and ruining every good thing around him. He can’t let it happen to you to. He can’t let himself ruin you.

The jet starts to descend, it’s been hours that he has watched you sleep, making sure you’re okay. He feels so guilty, knowing that you will be scared for life. The anxiety of the press, the fear of intruders in her home, her being an innocent bystander in this life he has exposed to her.

You stir in his arms, feeling him there beside you wakes you up in a panic, a reminder of what you just escaped from, a dull throbbing in your foot as you gain consciousness again. You only slept for a few hours, the jet landing jolting you awake. When you turn, Tony is looking down at you, eyes red and tired.

You realize he didn’t sleep at all, watching over you instead.

“Tony-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m fine. I wanted to make sure you got some sleep.”

And there it is again, that pain in your chest, that tug. But you say nothing, letting him kiss you, again and again. Because tonight could have ended differently, and this moment feels so sacred, a favor from the universe.

“Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “For protecting me.”

He scoffs, “Did you think I wouldn’t?” His attempt to lighten the mood works, only a little. “I will never let anything happen to you as long as I am alive.”

It is more than a promise, a guarantee, and the severity behind it comforts you, but scares you.

He feels guilty that this happened, feels responsible, and you can see now why he has been so different to you during this entire thing. But again, you say nothing, following his lead as he gets up, putting his clothes back on. This isn’t the time or the place.

You just want to go home.

Another question sitting on your lips as he turns the lights on for you to see, eyes locking for a second. “I’m taking you to my place. I don’t want you to be alone for a while.”

A while is very vague, but in this moment, you don’t question it. How could you? You get up, careful to only apply pressure to the heel of your foot as you get dressed. You feel pampered as he picks you up and carries you off the jet, placing you in the passenger seat of that hot rod car you love so much.

You feel safe, as if you can just wash your hands of what happened and be done with it. But you can see it on his face, the obsession he has developed with how to undo what has happened.

You wait until he settles, his posture relaxed as he drives, music playing softly. You sit up in your seat, leaning over the console to wrap your arms around his neck, placing a wet kiss to his cheek. He smiles, only briefly, as if he were distracted.

“Trapped in your mind palace?” You can’t help but tease, earning another small smile from him.

“I’m afraid I will be for a while.” He admits to you, leaning into your embrace.

“You protected me, we’re okay.” You point out. “I feel much better after sleeping.”

He sighs, “It’s more to it than that, baby.” He says, “It shouldn’t have happened, it’s my job to keep you safe. Always.”

“I am safe.”

“Let me do my job as your man.” His tone is final, dominant, something you’ve only seen come from him in a sexual way. But never like this, never so possessive in a deeper way. But he doesn’t give you time to think about it. “Seeing you like that-“ All he can do is shake his head, and it tugs at your heart.

“But stressing over it doesn’t help me.” You say, trying a different approach. “I want you to be present, I want you to kiss me and comfort me.” A soft smile playing at your lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’re scared of losing me.”

Because as fucked up as it is, that’s what you need. You need him to just hold you, touch you, make you feel okay. You don’t like this version of him, you don’t like him stuck in his head and plotting to destroy the world because you got hurt.

You want him to love on you, to distract you and become lost in you.

He can’t help but laugh, glancing over at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “You’re something else.” You kiss him again. “I will, but I need to make sure you’re okay first.”

And for some reason this response feels better than what you wanted. Its softer, kinder, attentive. A side of him that you don’t see as often as you would like.

You settle back into your seat, reaching to hold his hand instead while he drives you to his house. Everything you brought with you was left behind in your rush to leave, but one night in one of his t-shirts won’t kill you, and something tells you that you won’t have it on for very long anyways.

JARVIS is quick to greet you when the car enters the garage, “My apologies for tonight’s events, Y/n. I was partially disabled during the intrusion, I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You look to Tony, who lets out a huff as he lifts you from the passenger seat. “They hacked JARVIS. This wasn’t a regular break in. Some college wanna be’s can’t just hack my building, no offense,” He kisses your temple as he carries you into the house. “This was backed by someone with resources.”

That scares you a little. You know he has enemies, but you also know he has the best tech to exist to mankind. Or at least he thought, up until tonight. Whoever did this isn’t a group of dumbass robbers looking for a come up. These people were trained, with advanced tech, and an agenda.

“But that’s for me to figure out later.” His shoes squeak as he turns towards the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter. “Right now I have an injured princess who needs pampering.”

The way he says it makes you smile, as if he’s teasing you about it, but you know he wouldn’t let you walk on that foot even if you asked. “A glass of wine before bed?”

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He opens the fridge to pull out a bottle for you, something sweet and strong and pink, popping the cork and handing it to you. You don’t need a glass, not tonight. You feel better, your head feels lighter, your body weightless as you sip from the mouth of the bottle, sweet liquid spilling from one corner of your mouth.

You don’t wipe it, watching as his eyes trail it, then lift to your lips, pouty and wet with wine. He kisses you. Softly, slowly, stealing the breath from your lungs, lifting you to push yourself against him. It’s sweet, sensual, exactly what you needed.

But he pulls away, quickly, plucking the bottle from your hand to take a sip for himself. Then his eyes turn a little serious.

“I need you to hear me out before you say no.” He starts, trying to pitch it to you. “This is kind of serious, and as tempting as you look right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything until I get this out.”

Your attempts to relax him and distract him are failing, so you yield, shrinking back as you watch him take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you living in that apartment alone anymore after tonight.” It comes out fast, “The media knows your face, and after what happened tonight it’s not safe for you to be on your own.”

“Tony, they aren’t after me-“

“They weren’t this time. They probably didn’t know you were even with me.” He says, “But now they do. This isn’t a traditional arrangement, but its something, and I’m willing to bet every penny I have that whoever this is would try to exploit it if given the chance.”

He has a good point, it pisses you off.

“It’s just until this blows over, until I can figure out how to get this under wraps.” He runs a hand through his hair, “You’re going to be all over the media for a while, and I don’t know how else to keep you safe.”

“I can’t just stay here,” You huff, “I have class.”

“Like I’m too old to know that zoom exists,” He squints at you, mockingly. “I’m not doing this to punish you I’m trying to protect you. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t let you get hurt again because of me.”

Hearing him say that kills all protest from you. You can only nod, letting him kiss your forehead as he passes the wine bottle back to you.

You take a few deep swigs from it, wishing it were stronger. Wishing it would wipe your mind, and his.

But this is the reality of who he is, there is no running from that. He is an Avenger, a targeted man. A man who puts his life on the line for the fate of the universe, how could you expect him not to do this for you?

“Fine.” It comes out like a whine, bringing a smile back to his face. “Will you take me to bed now?”

Will you fuck me now? Its on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have to say it. He knows you, inside and out. He knows how to take your worries away, how to put you at ease, how to release your stress and help you relax. He knows how to make you feel wanted. Loved. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

That tug in your chest, that pit in your stomach.

It hits you finally- when he lays you down in his bed for what feels like the millionth time, when he kisses you so softly, so deeply. When he fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding you tightly against him, moaning in your ear, promising you the world -you love him.

You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of it, the pulsing in your ears, the warmth that spreads through you.

You love him.

It scares you, but It feels right. In this moment, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, hands lost in his hair as you kiss him with everything you have, moaning with every thrust he makes inside of you.

It feels so right. So you say it, against your better judgement, against everything you two talked about and agreed on.

“I love you,” Slips from your lips, and the words are swallowed with a kiss in response.

A passion you’ve never known from him before, as if he were trying to claim you, as if he were trying to make your words exist in a physical way. It makes you want to cry, the emotion becoming so overwhelming as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

It feels so unreal, so perfect, the way he moans into your mouth, a steady rhythm making you bounce against the mattress with every thrust.

He pulls back for a moment, letting you breathe, letting you look him in the eyes when he finally says, “I love you more.”

Your orgasm rips through you, the overstimulation pulling a moan from you that has you digging your nails into his arms, your pussy clenches around him as you struggle through it. He leans down to hold you, keeping his pace and fucking you through it, “Good girl,” he coos in your ear, his teeth grit with restraint, helping you through it, “That’s what you needed?” He kisses your ear, and you can feel yourself squeezing around him. “I love you, pretty girl.”

You moan, feeling him pick up a new rhythm. You can’t help yourself, biting into his shoulder, edging him on. You feel him twitch inside of you, a loud gasp muffled into your hair as he finally lets himself come inside you, and you embrace the feeling of him coming undone in your arms.

Both panting for air, the reality of what just happened starts to set in, and a slight panic overcomes you.

You just broke sugar baby rule number one.

Never fall in love.

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Masterlist

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[tonysslut]

ugh what if sugar daddy Tony ends up falling in love with you! he notices when he realizes that sometimes he asks you out with no intention of having sex, he just wants your company, also he notices he's allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of you too many times... and he thinks he's screwed because the deal was no feelings. so one night, while he's playing with your hair while you lay on his chest after a sex marathon, he decides to tell you - and he's taking his time to feel the softness of your curls, the smell of your shampoo, the weight of your body against his, your warmth, because he thinks it's the last time... and he tells you he's got feelings and that he understands if you want to leave. but surprise surprise you've got feelings as well. and my god he's the happiest man alive when you tell him that! and he asks you to be his girlfriend ❤️

I love this so much 🥹

pls do not copy or repost my work

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he wasn't sure when his feelings for you shifted.

maybe it was when he took you out for a late-night drive for the first time. the way you smiled at him as your hair blew in the wind, all your worries disappearing as he drove

or when the two of you stayed up all night playing a card game you showed him. your determination to beat him made his heart swell.

it also could've been the first time he made you his plus one to an art show he was invited to. you looked beautiful, glowing under the lights as you admired each piece of art, not realizing tony was admiring you.

all he knew was that he was in love with you. he no longer wanted to have you around just for sex. he wanted to take you out on dates, spend sundays laying on the couch as you watch those trash reality tv shows that he loves but will never admit out loud. he wanted to watch as you danced in the kitchen while you cooked, a glass of wine in your hand. he wanted you, every part of you.

he had already been breaking the rules you two set, allowing himself to open his deepest parts to you while you comforted him on his bad days. but you never reproached him for it, just letting him vent as your soft eyes locked with his.

you laid on his chest, tracing light figures on his chest as he played with your hair, coiling it around his finger and letting go to watch it bounce back to its natural form .occasionally roaming lower to run his fingers up and down your arm.

he was prolonging the silence, wanting to remember this moment clearly before he ruined it by finally confessing his love for you. he never wanted to forget the way you felt against him.

"i need to tell you something," he whispered, instantly feeling you tense up.

you knew this day was coming. he'd finally gotten bored with you, just as you expect him to. a sinking feeling settled deep in your stomach as you braced yourself for his next words. you'd never admit your feelings to him, knowing the biggest rule you two agreed to was that it was never to turn into anything more.

"this past year has been the best year of my life." you felt his chest vibrate as he spoke, trying to memorize the way his heartbeat felt against your skin. "i've treasured every day we've spent together, always looking forward to the next time i see you."

you tried to keep your composure, but his words made your eyes fill with tears. you weren't ready to end this, you'd never be ready.

tony took a deep breathe, scooting further up the bed so he could sit up. you moved away, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself as you sat in front of him and quickly wiped away the tears that managed to escape.

"we agreed that you'd be my plus one to my events and to casual dinners here and there." he looks at you, and you nod in agreement.

"but as time went on, we spent more and more time together, doing far more than just dinners." he cracks a small smile that just causes your heart to break all over again. "i think we blurred the lines on what this agreement was."

you brace yourself for his next words, trying to figure out how to get out of his place as fast as possible. you couldn't handle sitting in front of him any longer, knowing what was coming.

"i don't know what's going to happen next, but all i know, is that i love you. i don't want anymore agreements or contracts, i want you. all of you, and i want you to have all of me."

your eyes widen as you gasp. this whole time you thought your love for him was one sided.

tony couldn't read your reaction, he couldn't tell how you felt until you jumped at him. arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed your lips against his.

he instantly melted into you, kissing you back with just as much passion and love. he moved your legs so you could wrap them around his waist, keeping you as close as possible.

"i thought you were getting rid of me." you whispered as you pulled away, closing your eyes as tony held your face in his hands, wiping away your stray tears.

"i would never, you're stuck with me." he teased, causing you to smile as you kissed him again. the relief you felt was something you couldn't put into words.

"i love you." you said, realizing you never said it back.

tony eyes lit up, pupils dilating as your words washed over him.

"say it again, please. i've been waiting so long to hear those words come out of your mouth."

"i. love. you." you held his face and kissed him after each word.

he flashed the brightest smile you'd ever seen. in that moment you knew he was the one for you. you couldn't wait to see what life had in store for the two of you.

the ending isn't great, but i really like this. i just love love 🥹

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[obsessedprincess]

Material Girl [ Masterlist]

pairing: sugar daddy!Tony Stark x sugar baby!Reader

summary: being a material girl and sex worker isnt easy but tony makes it bearable

warnings: age gap (tony is 57 reader is 24), power imbalance, cursing, alcoholism, smut, daddy kink, drug use, cheating, (i’ll add more as the story progresses)

a/n: been thinking abt this au since i got my telfar bag and honestly I’ve almost never seen an actual acurate sugar baby/sex work story so I’ve taken it upon myself to do so. My plan is for this to only be abt 7 parts and i hope to focus on this for the time being (with oneshots in between)💅🏾🥃🛍💻🎀💵 please like,reblog, and send comments <33

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Cyber sex

WYA

Make u mine

Cha Ching

The weekend

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[vervainariadne]

Same, girl, same

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[bucks-babe]

Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion 

Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female

Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut

A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut

You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.

It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.

“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.

“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed. 

“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.

On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek. 

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw. 

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 

Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.

Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.

He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core. 

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.

The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.

Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.

Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 

The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.

His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 

He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 

After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.

You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.

He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.

He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.

Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 

As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.

Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.

Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.

Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible. 

Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.

 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said. 

You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.

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Lips like sugar

Pairing | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.9K

Summary | Tony has offered to pay your way through medical school if you are his date to the endless events, charity galas, and dinners he's invited to. Tonight is no different, but when everyone at the table finds out you're smarter than you may appear at first sight, Tony can't help but smile at everyone with a smug look, and he'll definitely make your evening worthwhile when you come back.

Warning(s) | Sugar relationship, use of pet names (Sugar, sweet girl), swearing, unspecified age gap | Angst: Mention of the passing of a parent, mention of anxiety | Smut: Daddy kink, oral ~ M receiving, throat fucking, cum swallowing, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/n | This is my first fic after being absent for a while, so I hope you will all enjoy it! It's a fun one to help me get back into the swing of things, so I hope there'll be more fics from my side from now on! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me with this where you could, and enjoying it while I was writing, it made me very happy to see your reactions! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | I want to give a special thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for the ideas you gave me, as well as proofreading and drooling along with me; I cannot thank you enough for your love and support! 🩵

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: the owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

You're currently getting ready for the dinner Tony is taking you to as his date, and you're pulling out all the stops to ensure you will look drop-dead gorgeous tonight.

From your black pantsuit with a white lace top to the white stiletto heels, which Tony gifted you not too long ago, to your hair and make-up, you ensure every pair of eyes will be on you. Either out of jealousy or adoration, it doesn't matter; all you want is to be shown off by Tony.

''Are you ready to-'' is all he can say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready. He offered to have you get ready at his house, and you would never say no to that.

''Fuck me sideways,'' he mumbles as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you smile widely at him. You bought the outfit not long ago, and this dinner will be the perfect moment to show it off.

''I'd love to, but you never let me,'' you quip at him, and he shakes his head with a big smile.

''Don't get yourself into any trouble, Sugar, or we might not even make it to dinner with you looking like this,'' he says as he straightens the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Even with the heels, you're still not as tall as him, but you're almost at eye level, which is a welcome change for once. At least you won't have a painful neck at night's end.

''Before I forget, I have one more thing to make your outfit complete, as a thank you for joining me. I know it's not much, but nothing will come close to your beauty tonight,'' he says, which makes you blush.

He enters the closet to grab a white Gucci bag and walks over to where you're sitting on the bed, hands on your lap in anticipation. As you look at him, you're fiddling with one of the rings on your left hand, and you have a slight suspicion about what might be in there.

''Here's just a small token of my appreciation, Sugar,'' he says as he hands you the bag, which you carefully take from his hands. Not too long ago, you told him you wanted to get a particular purse from them, but you didn't expect him to gift it like that.

This may be the very nature of your relationship; you receive gifts to join him as his date, but this would just be too much. He already gifted you the Louboutins you're wearing not too long ago and paid your entire tuition for this year.

But then again, you have never been one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, so you put the bag onto the bed next to you before getting the box containing the gift out of it.

''Go on, open it!'' he urges you on as he slides his hands into his pockets, looking at you in anticipation as he leans against the doorframe.

''I- I'm not sure I can accept this, Tony; you've already given me so much, and I am extremely grateful, but after everything you've already done, there's no need to buy more expensive gifts,'' you say, your voice tapering off towards the end of the sentence.

''Alright, listen to me, Sugar,'' he says as he walks over to you and crouches in front of you so you have to look at him.

''I am gifting you this because I want you to have something special, something you have been dreaming of for a long time. I know I don't have to gift you expensive things, but I do it because I want to spoil my sweet girl, alright?'' he tells you, his large hands resting on your knees.

''Okay,'' you say softly, and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead as he stands up. You close your eyes as he turns around, and a warm feeling settles in your stomach. You can never get enough of him, in whichever way that may be.

You open the box, and inside lay an off-white dustbag with the Gucci logo. You carefully slip it off the bag he bought you. Inside is the Dionysus Python shoulder bag, or the bag you've dreamt of for the longest time.

''Please tell me this isn't some joke?'' you ask Tony, your voice breaking near the end of the sentence. You have dreamt of this bag with your Mom before she passed away, and it feels unreal to have it in your hands. However, you can't show it off to her anymore.

''It's not a joke, Sugar, it is all yours. I know you have dreamt of this bag for the longest time with her, and even though she might not be around to see it, I know she would want you to have it,'' he tells you.

He took his place on your left, and you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

''One day I'll own that bag, Mom, and we will both use the crap out of it, so it'll be worth the price!'' you told her a few years ago, and you both laughed about it then. But now, you'd give anything to hear her laugh one more time.

Your eyes fluttered close as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you felt Tony's thumb wiping it with the softest of touches, something you've rarely felt before.

It's not something Tony's ever felt before, either. He has felt your soft, warm skin against his many times by now, but this seems more intimate than all those moments combined. What he feels could even be considered to be love, though he's not sure he's ready to give in to that feeling yet.

You open your eyes to look at Tony, and he gives you a reassuring smile before his hand finds its place on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You place your hand over the arc reactor in the middle of his chest, your long, black nails matching his suit perfectly.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. Your eyes are shut again, and feeling his plump, pink lips on yours has your mind reeling. You already know you can't get through this evening without telling him how you feel.

The kiss isn't rushed or heated, but it's perfect.

When he pulls away, your eyes shoot open to look into his deep, dark brown ones, and a small smile appears on your lips. It is official: you have fallen head over heels in love with this man in front of you.

Your plan to impress everyone at the dinner has worked because every man can't stop looking out of pure lust, and every woman is watching you with nothing but envy. And Tony? He is, of course, proud as a peacock to have you by his side.

''Here you go, Sugar,'' Tony says as he pulls back your chair, and you take your place as he scoots it in for you. After he's taken his place next to yours, you look over the menu before you, noting everything that'll be served tonight.

''So, you and Stark, huh?'' an older woman across from you asks. You have never seen her before, but based on how she phrased the question, you know you won't like what she has to say.

''Yes, I'm here with Tony tonight,'' you tell her, and you give her a polite smile before turning your head back to him to see what he's talking about.

''Aren't you a little too... young... to be here with him?'' she then asks, and with a small sigh, you turn your head back to her, and you try to tell her in the nicest way possible that she can fuck off to where she came from.

''Ma'am, Tony has asked me to join him this evening because we support each other unconditionally. Tonight is an important evening for him, and I plan to support him in every way possible, and all I can hope is that you and everyone else at this table do the same,'' you tell her.

You didn't notice Tony turning his head because he heard his name twice in less than a minute, but as soon as he listened to what was going on, he couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing.

''Let it go, Sugar, she's just jealous,'' he whispers in your ear, and you nod in response. The next thirty minutes go on without a hitch, though you constantly feel her watching your every move.

''Ma'am, is there something I have done to offend you in any way? Because I am just trying to enjoy a nice dinner and some conversation, but your gaze makes me very uncomfortable,'' you say, most definitely getting annoyed now.

''Okay, let's step outside for a minute, Sugar,'' Tony tells you in a stern yet calm tone, and you do as he says, the woman still following your every move as Tony puts his hand on your lower back.

''I can't fucking believe people sometimes,'' you say as you light the cigarette, you fished out of your purse. You don't smoke often, but when your anxiety gets especially bad, it is a way for you to calm yourself down.

''It's okay, Sugar, she's just jealous of you. She's jealous that I have my sweet girl by my side on a night like this, and honestly, I can't blame her,'' he tells you, but you shake your head in response.

''It's not that, Tony, she's not jealous; she's judging me. She's judging me because of the way I look and the fact that I am here by your side while everyone knows you're single, and fucking everything that moves doesn't help. She is not stupid, but I'm sure she thinks I am,'' you say with defeat.

''I don't fuck-'' he mumbles, but you hold up a finger because you're not done talking yet.

''What do you think, shall I put her in her place when I return? Make it clear once and for all that I'm here because I want to be and not because you paid me to be?'' you say, a twinkle in your eyes.

''Sugar-'' is all he can say because you finish the last cigarette before putting it in the designated ashtray outside, and you walk back in, ready to set the record straight once and for all.

''Listen to me. Tony may have given me a gift for coming here with him tonight, but I would have been here with him without it, too. I know you think I'm some ''gold digger'' or something like that, but I'm not,'' you say as you lean closer to the woman, ensuring she hears every last word.

''Yes, I am fucking him because he will pay my tuition for med school if I do, but I'll be damned if I get judged around here for doing that. At least I am learning to become a surgeon and do something useful with my life. And if I choose to fuck the man I am in love with, in return for a degree, that is my business, and most definitely not yours!'' you tell her, leaving everyone at the dinner table stunned.

You turn around on your heel before walking out of the venue, ready to leave and go home. You're sick of people judging your every move, and it feels good that you took the chance to set the record straight once and for all.

''Fuck, you looked so hot when you defended yourself, Sugar. Can't believe I'm about to rail a badass like yourself in a few minutes,'' Tony says as he frantically tears off his clothes, and you're doing the same with your own.

''It felt so good! I can't believe I've never done it before, but I am glad I did it now,'' you tell him, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

''Get on the bed, and I'll make you feel something you've never felt before,'' you tell him, and he quickly obeys you. If there's ever a moment he doesn't want to get in your way, it's now, and he would be stupid to go against your orders.

As soon as he found his place on the bed, you spread his thighs so you could fit between them, his long, veiny cock laying rock hard and throbbing against his stomach.

''Look at you, Daddy, already so hard for me,'' you say as you wrap your hand loosely around his base, and your tongue gives tiny kitten licks onto his tip.

He throbs in anticipation as he hears you call him Daddy because he definitely enjoys it. You don't wait long before you take him into your mouth, though, making him groan deeply from pure pleasure.

''Doin' so well for me, Sugar,'' he tells you as his hands thread into your hair, pulling slightly as he starts thrusting into your mouth and throat, hitting your gag reflex each time.

The fact that you're gagging and drooling all over his cock and balls only turns him on more, so he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress before fucking your throat in earnest, and it doesn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow every last drop.

''Fuck, look at you, Sugar, such a good girl for Daddy,'' he says as he pulls you up carefully, kissing you roughly once you're straddling his lap. He can still taste himself on your tongue, making him go crazy.

You two stay like that for a little while, having a rough make-out session that slowly turns into slower, softer kisses where you each take your time exploring each other's mouths and enjoy each other's touches all over your bodies.

Tonight is the first time it has felt this intimate, despite you two having fucked each other's brains out countless times. But then again, there is a big difference between that and making love.

Tonight will be the first time you will make love to one another; you don't know it yet.

Tony has moved to sit up against the headboard, and his now hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind on his thigh, your orgasm creeping closer by the second.

His hands are splayed on your ass, helping you move over his thigh, your head laying on his shoulder as soft whimpers and moans leave your throat.

''I-I'm close, Daddy!'' you bring out as he flexes his thigh, giving you exactly what you need to get closer to the edge. It's still not enough to push you over, though, and you're getting desperate at this point.

''Daddy, please! Want your fingers...'' you say as you lift your head, brows knitted together as you keep grinding on him, getting more and more desperate for your release.

''Alright, Sugar, because you're asking so nicely,'' he says as his fingers trail over your inner thigh to where you need him most. His thumb comes into contact with your clit, and he makes small, tight circles, which hurdles you over that sweet edge with a loud moan of his name.

''Can't wait to fill you up, Sugar,'' he says as you reposition yourself over him, his tip getting caught on your entrance as he swipes through your folds, ready to feel you stretch around him.

''Daddy!'' you moan as you first sink onto him, the stretch being something you'll never want to get used to. It feels so good, and it has you throwing your head back from pure pleasure.

Once he's buried to the hilt, you stay there for a few minutes as you adjust, and it's at that moment that Tony can't keep his thoughts to himself anymore.

''Sugar, can you look at me for a second?'' he says, his hands finding their place on your face as yours rest on his chest, each on one side of his arc reactor.

''I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to know that I have fallen for you, Sugar. I have fallen deeply in love with you, and there's no chance I'm ever letting you go after this,'' he tells you as he looks into your eyes.

''I will most definitely still spoil you the way I did before, but I don't want you to be my sugar baby anymore. Because that doesn't even come close to describing what you are. You're amazing, smart, sweet, caring, and most of all, you're a good girl, my girl,'' he says, and the way he tells you that has your heart bursting from pure love.

''I- I'm in love with you too, Tony,'' you say before leaning forward, and you give him a soft kiss on his nose. ''I love your slightly crooked nose, deep brown eyes, every inch of your body, heart, and soul... I'm trying to say that I love you, Tony.''

He captures your lips in a passionate, slow kiss that you can't help but smile into. Your dream of finally becoming his has come true, and you couldn't be happier.

''Does that- Are you my... my boyfriend?'' you ask, still unsure.

''Only if you want me to be, Sugar, but only until I ask you to marry me, and after, I promise to be the best husband I can ever be for the rest of our lives,'' he tells you, and he seals the promise with a kiss.

The rest of the night, you two make love to each other while never losing eye contact or letting go of each other's hands.

Tony may not be used to loving someone as deeply as he loves you, but you will be there every step of the way to show him how loved he is and how much you love him.

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[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap

• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?

• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits

• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.

• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in

• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes

• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you

• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”

• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."

• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you

• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk

• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.

• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound

• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten

• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages

• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"

• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.

• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.

• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”

• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective

• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"

• — "out for drinks with natasha?”

• — “like hell you are"

• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you

• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.

• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him

• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love

• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist

• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.

• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”

• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve

• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all

• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."

• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”

• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.

• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.

• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.

• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.

• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”

• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.

• though he was close enough to it <3

• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.

• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.

• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting

• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later

• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.

• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt

• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer

• not that you’re complaining

• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3

• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads

• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !

• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.

• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?

• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.

• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife

• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight

• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.

• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.

• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth

• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”

• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌

• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one

• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡

• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3

• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?

• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3

• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡

• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?

• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3

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[fluffyprettykitty]

sugar

Pairing: sugar daddy!Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Outline: Showing off your gifts to your benefactors.

Warnings: no powers au, pool sex, some power play, fingerfucking, dirty talk, pet names, switch!Nat, dom!tony, daddy kink, oral sex (m receiving), impact play maybe, if i missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: based on my previous hds on tonynat & also used the precious help of the love of my life @that-sarcastic-writer 🖤also my first time writing a sugar baby au.

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist ・❥・Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

"Just give it a twirl," Natasha says sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs. "You look absolutely beautiful in it." She continues admiring your body and the way the diamond bikini they had just gifted you looked on you.

"Just perfection." Tony mused taking a sip from his whiskey glass, his stare hard on you. It has been almost two months since that arrangement of yours started. Tony and Natasha both well-established socialites and business moguls were apparently so willing to share an end goal: you.

Three months ago you had walked inside that very office to apply for an assistant's job and by the end of the week, you had ended up on a private jet, legs apart with two tongues toying relentlessly with your pussy. Life was just amazing like that.

"Thank you." You beam and make a little curtsey. "Looks wonderful. Though not that practical." You wink at them and continue to strut around slowly.

"Well, it's for private sessions..." Tony said shrugging.

"Maybe watching you wear that while writing down Tony's speeches will have him actually show up to work." Natasha retorted and chuckled. "You know he needs it."

"Oh, she's mean already. I like that." Natasha just scoffed at his reply and you came closer to her, walking right in front of her.

"Turn around and kneel, baby." The red-haired woman instructed you and you followed suit turning around slowly and begging to kneel elegantly on the floor, showing off your accustoming diamond butt plug adorned in Natasha's business symbol.

"Now that's what I like to see, baby."

"Quite beautiful indeed. How about you go there inside the pool and see how well you can swim in that bikini." Tony said pointing at the warm indoor pool, its cyan waters looked mighty inviting. You slowly got back up and walked over to the ladder. Gracefully you get inside the pool and sink yourself inside rising back up.

"Just perfect." Tony mused as he came closer to sit by the chair nearby while Natasha ripped her dress off her body, and jumped right into the pool in her black underwear.

She crushed her lips onto yours pushing you against the pool's wall and roughly kissing your face and neck. You glanced a little just to watch Tony already palming himself at the sight of you.

"Don't you dare take it off," Natasha warned you holding your chin up and using her free hand to feel how your body felt under the water.

"N-never." You breathed out and just like that Natasha's lips were on your nipples, the diamonds slightly pushed aside and she was licking it around. It was hard for you to keep your body up so you tried sitting on the ladder steps for a grip.

Natasha gets rougher with each kiss and grasp of your skin, caressing the diamonds ever so delicately before roughly squeezing the skin underneath. Your hands stay on the barrister of the ladder trying to hold on as her one hand begins to rub on your pussy under the water, a unique yet familiar sensation. The red-haired woman was obsessed with fucking you in that particular pool and though she never has let you know about its sentimental value you're more than happy to follow her through.

Tony comes closer, dressed in his fancy robe. "I'm not in the mood to get wet tonight. Let's take her to bed." Natasha stops just to glare at him and that's when her hands begin to work faster on you.

"I don't feel like using the bed tonight."

"Natasha." He looks at her so sternly that has your own pussy clenching and clenching on Natasha's fingers, fuck, you felt coming close to an orgasm already.

"Don't you dare make her dumb this early."

Natasha only smirks before she adds more pressure to your clit and uses her fingers expertly to elicit an echoing moan from you.

"I-I'm cumming." You breathe out, your body shaking. "I can't-" You squeal as the coil inside you tightens. "Fuck, I can't." It's getting too much for you now, you need to release yourself and you can't be waiting for them to agree on something.

"Fuck!" You yell out and your body starts shaking your back arching.

"You're a really mean person," Tony says looking sternly at Natasha.

"You are a very annoying person." She chuckled and removed her fingers from you. "Go ahead, carry her to the master chamber."

Tony raises an eyebrow as he reaches down for you and ungrasps your hands from the banisters. "You've been such a good girl, now come with me to the bed and I'll show how annoying I can become for Miss Romanoff right here."

You were pliant to his touch as he helped you get up wrapped a towel around you and helped you walk to the chambers. Natasha followed close behind.

"On the bed both of you," Tony ordered the minute you walked through the door and you both got on the bed. Natasha sat with her knees together looking at you and caressing your cheek. "Have I been bad, Daddy?" Natasha mused rubbing her legs together, her short dress left nothing to the imagination.

"Yes, terribly, so." He chuckled, loosening up his dress robe. "You know what that means." Of course that was only a game between the two, Tony could never be mad at Natasha for whatever she felt like doing to you. Plus Tony was the greatest observer you've ever met during sex. He had previously spent hours upon hours watching you both straddle each other.

"Unlimited fun," Natasha smirked and pushed you down on the bed getting on top of you, pining you down to the mattress with her strong thighs. Tony chuckled and took off his robe allowing it to hit the floor before coming closer to the bed.

"Now open your mouth, princess." He instructed and you dutifully obeyed opening your mouth wide. He pushed his velvet boxers down revealing his hard erection and stroke it three times.

"Now get it very wet for me baby." You reached out with your hand to guide his member inside your mouth and kitty licked his tip first with a very satisfied look i your eyes. Natasha started moving her hips above you slowly, the hard diamonds adding a stingy sensation against your skin that you knew they would leave a bruise for tomorrow.

"Are we going to ruin kitten tonight?" Natasha asked looking at you as Tony moved his hips to force his cock down your throat.

"Hm, maybe we could see how much she can take. We got her such a special gift anyway, would be a waste not to treat as a specialty."

"Very well then."

And when Tony started with you, it was like he could never let you go.

And oh boy were you in for a night of fun....

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[sanjisboyfie]

one piece masterlist ౨ৎ

[ keep safe series ] // ongoing, romantic undertones, slow burn, future angst, comedic

-> "it's beautiful, how this deep normality settles down over me. i'm not bored or unhappy. i'm still so strange and wild. you're in the wind, i'm in the water. nobody's son, nobody's daughter." or, joining the strawhat pirates as luffy's childhood friend allows you to make memorie with people who started as strangers, but then became your loved ones.

playlist

๑ prologue

๑ the cursed orphan enters 彡 alabasta arc begins

๑ [name] joins the strawhats

๑ just a friendly competition...right?

๑ heartfelt conversations with a chef

๑ coffee beans

๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off

๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off, pt. 2

๑ crimson red icicles

๑ luffy's innate instincts (a hum of the heart)

๑ new crewmate, tony tony chopper

๑ his hand on his ankle

๑ don't you know? "lover" outweights "boyfriend"

๑ i'll kill you, i'll really kill you

๑ "together in chaos."

๑ zoro being annoyed at his captain and [name]

๑ mr. prince and mr. executioner

๑ the dogs are hounding on [name]

๑ wings that made [name] fly

๑ see you later, vivi!

❔[NAME] WIKI - ALABASTA ARC ENDS

๑ more in common than you'd think 彡 skypiea arc begins

๑ robin and [name] make a good team!

๑ we made it!

๑ [name] wants to adopt suu!

๑ that god guy thing

๑ strawhat adventure team, go!

๑ chopper's crown

๑ put a face to the name

๑ mummified [name]

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° keep safe series ꒱

#ks

#one piece fanfic

#one piece fanfiction

DOMESTICITY series // based off of keep safe characters/relationships, but can be read as standalone one shots

ꔛ sanji's special dessert -> he prepares a dessert only for you since he knows your likes and dislikes

ꔛ a shared interest among swordsmen -> rare moments of peace and quiet with zoro

ꔛ nami is working, don't interrupt -> she doesn't mind the company, especially if you're peeling her tangerines

ꔛ usopp and [name]'s conversation -> heart to heart

one piece [ smau ] // social media au

ପ strawhats misc. edition

ପ dating luffy edition

ପ dating nami edition

ପ dating sanji edition

ପ strawhat vacation edition

ପ dating zoro edition

ପ dating usopp edition

ପ dating vivi edition

ପ married to law edition

ପ married to franky edition

ପ married to robin edition

ପ dating eustass kid edition

ପ married to doflamingo edition

ପ dating ace edition

ପ married to marco edition

ପ dating sabo edition

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱

#one piece smau

#one piece modern au

[ yandere ]

જ yandere zoro headcanons

જ yandere sanji headcanons

જ soft yandere luffy

જ yandere luffy

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere series ꒱

#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere headcanons ꒱

[ drabbles // one shots // headcanons ]

ꔛ playlist : tender by blur [ luffy x male reader ] // based off of keep safe characters, but can read as a standalone one shot. small hints of yandere luffy. // snippet of pt.2

-> tender is the night, lying by your side. tender is the touch of someone that you love too much. tender is my heart. i'm screwing up my life. lord i need someone to who can heal my mind, or luffy and reader reminisce about their childhood memories while cuddling in merry's crow's nest.

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SUGAR DADDY series

ꔛ in a world of boys, he's a gentleman, nami x SD male reader

ꔛ pass the test, nami x SD male reader, the one where he meets nami's friends

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ꔛ shanks being your doting boyfriend

ꔛ random sanji headcanons

ꔛ sanji has a crush on you ♡︎

ꔛ halloween with the strawhats [platonic]

ꔛ a day in the life as a strawhat [platonic]

ꔛ rockstar ! tragalar law headcanons

ꔛ me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader

ꔛ random individual headcanons ; includes, law, luffy and zoro

ꔛ the type of man . . .

#jaime's navigation #navigation #masterlist #jaime's masterlist #the masterlist #one piece masterlist #shoutout doing some organizing #idk what else to tag this so imma leave it at that #omg i also love how LISTS LOOK so this is literally my favorite ever #like look how much ive written #ugh cant wait to make this grow some more #shoutouts me

[angelbaby-fics]

Hello Chloe! Its my first time requesting for a fic so I’m gonna try my best… can I please request a stucky x little!reader with a reader that has sinus arrhythmia? Because I have it and it says that I have Irregular heartbeat and I palpitate sometimes too so maybe a scenario where reader accidentally ate chocolate that is pure choco like Belgian chocolate and after a while she was palpitating and stucky helped her through it? Maybe even taking her to the hospital because my doctor said that if I palpitate I need to go to the emergency room immediately. And ends with fluff and comfort from stucky (even letting her hold on to their tags)? Thank you.. i’m sorry if this is so much for you though…🫶🏻❤️

Chocolate Trouble

Word Count: 1.5k!

A/N: Is the gif too on the nose? hehehe... Anyways, I hope this is alright! I tried to do some research on the condition as well as my own experience with tachycardia so I hope this is accurate!! Please let me know if there's anything you need changed or rewritten 💕💕

You knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help it, the spread of treats was far too enticing to resist. Tony had gone all out for Peter’s birthday party, as always, and this particular party included a massive buffet of catered goods of every sort of flavor profile. What caught your eyes most, of course, was the dessert table. Without Steve and Bucky around to tell you otherwise, you completely ignored the trays of sandwiches and bowls of fresh fruit in favor of as many cakes and cookies as you could get your hands on. You made a concentrated effort to pick treats that didn’t contain any caffeine, so you wouldn’t aggravate your heart condition, but without your daddies there to tell you which foods were safe & which were no-no’s, you were having trouble. But a little treat couldn’t hurt, right?

As you stuffed a sixth chocolate brownie into your overalls pocket, Peter tapped you on the shoulder, holding out a shiny plastic bag.

“We have goodie bags, by the way,” he said, as you took the bag.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“My daddy says you can take home as many as you want! Wanna try my favorites?” He asked, and your face lit up. The rest of the party was spent by you and Peter sampling each other’s favorite treats and filling up your bag with all the ones you loved, which, of course, was all of them. You were so preoccupied with sweets, you didn’t even notice that Steve and Bucky had come to pick you up until Bucky was kneeling down next to you.

“That's a lot of sugar, sugar,” he smirked.

“Baba!” You squealed, all at once abandoning the dessert table as you threw yourself into Bucky’s arms. He spun you around before catching the bag in your hand.

“What’s all this, huh? We leave you for a couple hours and you get possessed by Cookie Monster?” Bucky joked as he rifled through the bag, removing the snacks that would aggravate your condition, much to your disappointment.

“It's a special holiday!” You rebuffed, and Peter came to your defense.

“Yeah! My birthday means that me and all my friends can eat all the treats we want and nobody can tell us no! ‘Cause I’m the birthday king!” He said proudly.

“Oh, forgive me, your highness!” Bucky replied, now satisfied with your newly accommodated bag of heart-safe treats. “Does the birthday king ever make his subjects eat their veggies?”

“NO!” You and Peter both replied, before dissolving into giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked, finishing up his chat with Tony, and joining the three of you.

“I think someone’s got a sugar high,” Bucky answered, before calming the nervous look that instantly crossed Steve’s face, “And don’t worry, I checked all the treats. We’re safe.”

Steve knew what it was like to have a condition that affected his everyday life, and he was fiercely protective of you for it. Growing up with heart conditions of his own, he knew the struggles of having to choose sometimes between having fun and staying healthy, and he was so proud of you every time you made the right choice. Bucky let Steve look through the goodie bag as well, and when he was satisfied with it, he picked you up into his arms and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You said your goodbyes to Peter and the rest of your friends, while Steve said goodbye to all the grownups, and Bucky smiled and awkwardly waved hoping you and Steve wouldn’t take too long. Thankfully, many of the guests had been picked up before you, so you were out of the party and strapped into your car seat in no time at all. Your daddies kept the goodie bag of treats with them in the front seat, promising you could eat them to your heart’s content as soon as you finished at least of the healthy dinner Steve would prepare that night. You pouted in the back seat, having lost your bargain for a snack on the way home. How could they expect you to just sit in a car full of treats and NOT be given one? The back seat was so boring, all your toys were out of reach, the air conditioner made your nose cold, and the smell of sugar and chocolate from the front seat made your mouth water.

Wait a minute… Bucky had taken all the chocolates out of the goodie bag, hadn’t he? So what was that smell?

You remembered.

The brownies you’d stuffed in your front pocket were still there, and your daddies had no idea. Feeling very pleased with yourself, even though this little heist had been a complete accident, you popped bite after bite of rich, chewy chocolate into your mouth. The car had just pulled into the driveway when you finished the last one. Bucky went to unlock the house while Steve came around to the backseat to unstrap you, both of them none the wiser about your little chocolate escapades on the drive home. You were so excited to have gotten away with it all, until Steve was hoisting you up onto his hip, and you felt it.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, making your breath catch and shake. You hoped it was nothing serious, just post-party excitement and the joy of being in Steve’s capable arms, but then it happened again. It was like a butterfly had gotten into your ribcage and was fighting to get out. You furrowed your brows in discomfort, and Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong. His enhanced hearing and intuition, fine tuned just to you, could instantly sense the irregular beat of your heart, and he sprung into action.

“Bucky, back in the car, we gotta go,” He said, quickly reversing all his actions, strapping you back into your car seat and starting up the car. Bucky could tell the urgency, running back to the car without a question. As soon as Bucky was in, Steve sped off in the direction of Dr. Bruce’s practice, Banner being your family’s preferred physician due to his familiarity with all the littles of the Avengers crew.

“I checked, I swear I checked,” Bucky stressed, and it turned your stomach to think that he believed this was his fault.

“I know you did, honey,” Steve comforted him, but his focus was more split between keeping his eyes on the road, and nervously glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“What caused this, then? If she didn’t eat anything we didn’t approve of, then what the hell is going on?” Bucky whispered, not wanting to stress you out and make your heart worse. As far as they were aware, you were suddenly having a mysterious flare up of your condition, and you didn’t know what was worse, letting them believe this, or telling the truth about the treats you had snuck. You sat miserably in your car seat, heart still occasionally palpitating while you stewed in the regret of disobeying your daddies and sneaking the chocolate brownies.

When you got to Bruce’s office, you were immediately carried into a private room and hooked up to a heart monitor to keep a watch on your heart rate. You watched from your bed as the adults discussed how to fix this and what might have caused it, the guilt eating away at you. You finally decided to speak up.

“Um… doc’or Bruce?” You whispered, and all three adults turned their heads to face you. “I eated chocolate brownies. My daddies didn’t know and it’s not their fault, okay?”

Like a held breath being released, the tension in the room dissipated. Bruce smiled and came over to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He explained to your still slightly nervous caretakers how the small amounts of caffeine in the chocolate were fine in moderation, but the quality of the chocolate you’d eaten combined with the quantity of treats you’d had throughout the day had been just a little too much for your heart, causing the previously mysterious palpitations. You’d need to be kept overnight just to monitor your condition, but your heart rate would most likely regulate soon with some rest. After his explanation, Bruce left the room so that you, Steve, and Bucky could have a moment to yourselves.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, too ashamed to look them in the eyes.

“Babydoll, it's okay,” Steve said, joining you on the hospital bed while Bucky pulled up a chair next to it. “We’re not mad, we were just so scared.”

“Daddies get scared, too?” You asked.

“Oh yeah baby, all the time!” Buck answered.

“That's crazy. You’re so tough!” you giggled, finally looking up at each of them.

Steve’s dog tags hung from his neck in front of you, and you reached out to hold them for comfort. Seeing this, Bucky took his off and handed them to you as well, and there you stayed, gripping the dogtags in your left hand and Bucky’s hand in your right, until eventually you dozed off and Bucky wiggled himself free to get your blankie and paci from the car. Steve stayed behind, not even his super soldier strength could pry your little hands off his tags when you were like this, but he didn’t care.They were both just so thankful you were okay.

#stucky x little!reader #cg!stucky #cg!stucky x little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #cg!steve x little!reader #little!reader #bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #chloe's fic

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Juicy. (Part 8).

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, profanity, mentions of PTSD, public sex? A little bit of angst and fluff, but definitely NSFW 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K

Authors note: I wrote this part while soaking in my bath tub, drinking a glass of wine and listening to Jhene Aiko. I don’t call it “bad bitch fanfiction” for no reason!

Guns n Glitter masterlist.

The days following the Incident feel like a loop. Tony wakes you up with some sort of extravagant gesture, as he should, smothering you in what feels like a million kisses, and he asks you what you want to do. At first you took full advantage, shopping sprees, a random jet flight to a random city, a night out clubbing, anything and everything to distract you and make you feel normal again.

A girl being waited on hand and foot by her billionaire sugar daddy with sexy facial hair. Trademarked.

But it only works for a while. The press stalks your every move, any and every person you encounter only asks about what happened that night. All your efforts to escape fail, it only makes you feel more helpless, strung out and spread thin.

So you try a different approach, turning inwards for answers. Tony gives you his credit card to order a new skin care routine to the house. You spend hours picking at your face, soaking in the tub, drinking wine that’s a little too strong for you, trying new makeup looks with new products you splurged on. Anything to feel something.

And once again, it works for a while. Your skin and hair look amazing, you feel a little more like yourself. Reading, journaling, breathing.

But all it takes is the sound of a helicopter flying down the beach, Tony drops a tool down in the garage, a plate clatters in the sink, and you’re back to that night, glass shattering outside the bedroom door, the same glass you step on and give yourself away, watching as the intruders run after you.

You start having nightmares, jumping out of your sleep in pain, a memory of stepping on glass that night. Tony does all he can to comfort you back to sleep. You start having panic attacks, holding your breath without knowing it, anxiety attacks, a sense of fear creeping up on you from what feels like out of nowhere, consuming you.

And as normal as this is, a trauma response to the horrible thing you experienced, Tony can’t stand seeing it happen to you.

He understands, he used to suffer from similar symptoms. He knows what this is.

PTSD.

He knows talking about it helps sometimes, but it also doesn’t. It only makes you relive it, only presses play to the memories in your mind and brings you back. Nothing really helps.

The only thing he knows he can do for you is to be there for you. And when he finally decides he can’t take it anymore, he can’t watch you gasp and cry as you struggle through another panic attack, body half naked on the cold floor, shaking, so fragile and helpless, he decides to get you out of here.

He wakes you up, same as every morning, a kiss to your forehead. It feels different this time, you notice he lingers, he’s worried, and it makes you feel bad.

“Tony?”

“Hi, baby.” He smiles when you open your eyes, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smile, “You always have a surprise for me.”

But he only shakes his head, fingers tracing your collar bone. “This one is different. Better. You have to get up and get ready.”

You groan, trying to roll over and ignore him. He doesn’t let you. “But I don’t want to get out of bed today.” You protest. “I want to lay here and be naked. I want you to join me.”

He lets out a whine that you recognize, “Why do you have to torture me like that? I’m try to be cute.”

You feel him grow hard, turned on by your antics, you know you’re about to win, you reach a hand up to cup his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Come join me in bed, daddy.”

He kisses you. More like a peck, once, twice, before he’s pulling away from your grip. “You are a fucking monster, and I’m going to take you up on that offer in about an hour.” He pulls out his phone, checking it. “But we have reservations, and for the first time in my life I actually care about making them on time. So please, for the love of God, stop teasing me and put some clothes on?”

You can’t argue after he begged so nicely, your eyes lingering to the bulge in his pants as you sit up.

“Five minutes?” You bite your lip.

“Bathroom, Y/n! Before I I change my mind and don’t let you leave the bed at all today.”

You know he means it, as good as that sounds, as much as you would enjoy a good brutal fucking, you remember the ache and strain of your muscles from the last time you teased him too much. And as horny as you are, you’re slightly curious about the plans he made for you today.

So without another word, you slip out of bed and into the bathroom, using all your new products to shower, shave, exfoliate, wash your face, brush your teeth, and style your hair. You pick a cute outfit, juicy track suit, panda dunks, and a crop top. You feel so young, so cute, so yourself.

You double check in the mirror, applying lipgloss across your lips, and you watch as Tony comes to check on you, eyeing you with approval. He kisses your cheek, hands cupping your ass ever so softly before giving it a firm squeeze.

“There she is.” The comment is simple, vague, but all the reassurance you needed to feel confident. You can’t help but smile, turning to kiss him, leaving behind a shiny trace of lipgloss.

He doesn’t wipe it off, just rubs his lips together, and for some reason it turns you on a little.

“Tony Stark, you’re such a dream boat.” You fluff his hair, grabbing his hand to pull you with him as you finally leave the bathroom. He doesn’t protest, trailing behind you like a deer stuck in headlights, eyes glued to your ass, rhinestones putting him in a shimmering trance. “Where you taking me?”

“There’s a car waiting out front.” His eyes trail up to meet yours when you turn to look at him, waiting for an answer. “You don’t want to bring anything?”

The question makes you pause, “Should I be bringing something?”

“You just went shopping,” he shrugs, handing your phone to you. “You don’t need anything if you don’t want anything.”

Now you’re genuinely confused, raising an eyebrow at his antics. He only flashes you a smile, bright white teeth and teasing tone, he isn’t going to tell you anything. So you take your phone and continue downstairs, out the front door, and into the black limo parked out front.

You suddenly feel like you’re underdressed for whatever this is, but realize he’s wearing joggers and sneakers, so it can’t be anything too extravagant this time. You hope.

He pulls your feet by the ankle to rest them in his lap, a warm hand resting on your leg during the car ride. You take a few pictures, unashamed that he catches you drooling over him.

“Like what you see?” He winks at you, pulling his shades down ever so slightly.

“Fuck me Mr. Stark!” You bounce up and down in your seat, waving your hand in the air. “Me! Me! Fuck me!” He laughs at your attempt to mimic the many young girls that throw themselves at him.

It was annoying at first, early on when you were first figuring out the terms of this arrangement. It intimidated you, made you feel challenged in your roll. Until you started really spending his money, dressing yourself up, showing your face with him more. The attention was on you just as much, and he learned very quickly how it felt to have so many people publicly throw themselves at the person you were dating.

If you could call it that then.

But now, you aren’t sure what to call it at all. His laughter dies, his eyes locked with yours, and you feel that familiar tug in your chest, the feeling that you finally put a word to.

You love him, and he loves you. It scares you.

“Tony?” Your tone turns serious, and his smile fades. “Did you really mean it?”

You don’t have to elaborate. He knows exactly what you mean, matching your energy when he turns to face you fully, pulling you to sit closer.

“There is nothing I’ve ever said to you that I don’t mean.” He says honestly, voice thick with an emotion you aren’t sure you’ve seen from him before. “I love you more than you can begin to understand. You don’t know what this does for me.” He passes his finger back and forth between you, this, your connection, your bond, your presence in his life.

“All of this is worth nothing if I have no one to share it with,” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “All of this finally means something because I get to share it with you.”

The money, clothes, cars, all of it.

You understand his longing for companionship. A man like him who has seen and done it all, in the end, what was it all for if there is no one to keep your company, no one to laugh with, no one to lay beside at night and tell your darkest secrets to.

No one to love you despite all your ugly.

He reaches to grab your hand, butterflies awaken in your stomach, and you realize you don’t want this to happen. You don’t want to ruin the fun you have together, you don’t want to play the game of dancing on the edge and taking things too far.

You love him, you think you love him, you aren’t so sure now, seeing him smile at you with a trace of something else, adoration, love, it makes your stomach turn.

You don’t want to ruin this.

“That means a lot to me, Tone.” You smile through the nerves, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you too.”

But, you never say it, it’s on the tip of your tongue, hanging in the air. But, he isn’t really relationship material is he?

Is he love bombing you? You both agreed you were too busy for a relationship, agreed to see each other on the weekends in between his work and your schooling, agreed to never take it too far because it wouldn’t work.

He tried it before, it doesn’t work.

So how did you get here? So caught up in each other, so distracted by your feelings that you forget what brought you two together in the first place. Needing a distraction, needing a mutual connection that benefits both parties and doesn’t ever overstep the boundaries in place.

But is it wrong to find love in such a transactional relationship? Is this wrong?

He can sense your hesitation, he can feel it actually, your body is rigid in his arms, stiff with anxiety. He can see your thoughts, your eyes blank as you stare into his.

It makes him laugh, placing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He says. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, everything is about to change, you can feel it. But this man has just planned some kind of surprise for you, a chance to get your mind off things and return to your normal self. And here you are ruining it.

You smile, pushing back your doubts, and you notice how relieved he feels, He put his heart on the line, not sure how you would take it. You feel bad, fingers toying the the hair on the back of his head.

You do love him. But you aren’t sure how far you can take it.

His intentions seem innocent at first when he kisses you, hands slow and gentle as they grab your hips, pulling you into a straddle. It’s cute, sensual, his every move is calculated.

You barely notice his hand slip under your shirt until you feel him pinching your breast, toying with the nipple.

You want him to fuck you, grinding yourself down onto his lap, you can feel a bulge growing in his pants, the kiss is no longer innocent, lips fighting for control.

He wins, of course he does, flipping you to sit in the seat next to you, sinking down to his knees between your legs. He reaches for the waist and of your pants and your eyes dart up to the partition, drawn closed to separate you from the driver.

It must be a green light in his head, pulling your legs free to expose your bare pussy, wet and clenching at nothing for some sort of relief.

He smirks up at you, cocky as he pushes your legs further apart at the knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, teasing, payback for earlier no doubt.

You can’t help but reach for him, fingers in his hair as he works his way up your thigh, between your legs. This is what you know, this is what you are familiar with.

You gasp, lips brushing against your clit with a ghost of a kiss. You arch off the seat, chasing him, he laughs at you, your grip tightens in his hair.

“Is there something you want?”

There are so many things you want, so many ways he could give it to you. You aren’t sure what you want to ask for first.

So you don’t ask at all, grabbing his chin, “Eat my pussy.”

And you can tell he likes it by the way he moans, his tongue warm as he obeys. You’re pretty sure the diver can hear you, you wouldn’t be surprised if the audio got leaked to TMZ. You also don’t care, pulling him closer, sinking further into your seat to allow him better access.

He lifts your legs over his shoulder, hands on your hips to press you flush against his mouth, burying his face between your legs. All attempts at being in control are gone, all witty comments, any jokes you might have wanted to make about how desperately he is pleasuring. You’re an obscene mess, crop top pushed up to expose your breasts, mouth agape and chest heaving as you struggle through the pleasure, the sensation overwhelming and he flicks his tongue across your clit.

“Tony,” A breathy whine, barely audible if he hasn’t been paying such close attention, “I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues the pace he’s set until your nails are digging into this shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you squirt on his face.

There’s something degrading about it, something hot and just wrong about the way he sucks at your clit, tasting your pleasure.

You’re panting, legs shaking, pressing against his chest to get him to move, it’s too much, you can’t help but cry out at the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let up, sloppy sounds filling the air around you, along with your moans, and a second orgasm overcomes you.

He hums with approval, almost teasing you as he finally leans back, eyes twinkling, face dripping, “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?”

Oh, you feel more than better, speechless, body like jello as you watch him sit up, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, your fluids left behind. He doesn’t stop there, working his way up your chest, your neck, to the side of your face.

“Did I break you?”

It feels like a challenge more than anything, a sudden burst of energy overcoming you. “You wish.” Because yes, he was a good lay. A very good lay. But you’re even better, and you will always go the extra mile to prove it.

Because he is a high value man. Handsome, rich, protective, secure. He is a provider, hardworking. He deserves a bad bitch to match his energy.

He laughs, breathless and panting, you let him settle beside you before climbing into his lap, sitting right on top of the erection in his pants. He groans a little, every move you make to get comfortable is torture, you can feel how hard he is, pussy pulsing at the attention.

You feel so young, so alive, his hands in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss. Slow at first, until you start to grind in his lap, his kisses become more desperate, hot and passion filled, a dance and a fight for dominance and pleasure.

“Sit on it.” Not a question, you lift just enough for him to slide his joggers down, gasping at the feeling of his cock springing to attention, slapping lighting against your pussy.

You moan, reaching to grab him, hard and warm in your hand. Your eyes lock with his, guiding this cock to toy at your entrance, throbbing tip brushing against your folds.

The look he’s giving you is dangerous, encouraging, and so finally, you lower yourself down, feeling yourself stretch around him. He moans, head falling back against the seat, enjoying the feeling.

Slowly, you bottom out, reposting to shift from your knees to your feet. He welcomes the adjustment, arms wrapping around you to pull you into a gentle embrace, one hand on the small of your back, the other at the back of your neck.

“Fuck me, baby girl.” He looks drunk, mouth open and eyes dark as he pleads with you.

You love when he talks to you like this, guiding you, but letting you set the pace. It makes you feel confident, sexy, no pressure to perform.

The encouragement has you biting your lip, setting a slow pace of rising up, letting his cock slowly slip out of you, then slowly sitting back down. He takes a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

You gasp when he bites down, clenching around him at the pleasure of it, the slow pace you had tried to keep up long forgotten. You grab his shoulders for support, his head popping up to claim your lips again, hips thrusting to meet yours at a vulgar pace.

The limo slows to a stop, but you ignore it, his grip on you tightening as you fuck yourself down on him, pleasure starling to build in your stomach.

He breaks your kiss, leaning back and letting you take control. You grab his hands, fitting one against your breast and the other to grab your throat.

“You fuck me so well.” A thumb across your lower lip, “You look perfect like this.”

You can only imagine, hair a mess, lips swollen and red, tits bouncing at your efforts.

You clench around him, watching his jaw tick with restraint. His grip around your neck tightens, enough to leave a bruise you’re sure.

He’s getting close.

As hard as he’s trying to hide it from you, you can tell. And so you start to ride him faster, rising to your tippy toes.

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

His hands snap down to your waist, guiding you to go faster, his hips thrusting up to meet you. The pace has you moaning, knees growing weak, and you can’t help but lean into him.

“You gonna come for me?” You whisper.

You can hear commotion outside, cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing you, seeing you.

“Y/n,” He sounds wrecked, voice thick and scratchy, “Baby, I’m about to-“

You clamp your hand over his mouth, forcing yourself down onto his cock, giving him one last squeeze, pussy clenching around him. You feel him twitch inside you, a moan muffled against your hand as he finally comes inside of you, warm cum filling you up.

His hips buck wildly against you, riding out his pleasure, holding you in place as you help him through it, milking all he has to offer.

You uncover his mouth, letting him catch his breath. He smiles at you, a flash of pretty teeth before he kisses you, stealing your breath away one more time.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He whispers, “You are perfect in every way.”

As you should.

He helps you find your clothes, waiting for you to fix your hair and reapply a layer of lipgloss, wiping the traces of it from his face, before you finally step out of the limo. You realize you are at the airport again, jet fueled and waiting for your arrival. You aren’t sure if he was trying to distract you or if you really did get caught up in the moment, but it has you smiling, arms up in the California air as a breeze brushes your skin.

You want to be young forever, free, lit up and intoxicated on love and adrenaline. You know who you have to thank for this, his fingers at the small of your back, guiding you.

Your love, your protector.

"Where are we going?" You know he wont tell you, but you can at least attempt. He gives you nothing, just a smirk when you turn to look at him.

He is inches behind you as you ascend the stairs to the jet, his hand never leaving you. You aren't sure what this is, affection, adoration, but he can't stop touching you, pulling you to sit across his lap. You ask for champagne, he asks for a rum and coke.

He runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. You realize then what this is, his eyes twinkling as he examines you, eyes on your lips. This is love.

That anxiety creeps back up into your mind, that burning question that seems to be an instinct more than curiosity. What will happen now?

Because you could never pretend that this isn't here, this lingering feeling that turns in your stomach when he looks at you too long, that ache in your chest. The longing in your heart.

It wont just go away.

Your drinks arrive, and you're quick to down it before asking for another. His eyes are on you, but he says nothing, letting you cut loose. That is the point of this after all.

The jet door closes and takes off, Tony holding you until you’ve drunken yourself into a tipsy state, a smile on your face, body feeling light and airy as you lean back into his embrace.

He humors you, whispering stupid jokes and dirty promises in your ears while an 80’s movie plays in the background. You are at the center of his attention.

Always.

You dread the moment where this peace will be broken, the reality of your situation will have to resurface at some point. You will have to go home, you will have to go to school, you will have to decide what to do moving forward.

But for now, you let him spoil you. The jet touches down, and you instantly feel overdress when your feet touch the earth again. It's a temperate climate, not exactly tropical, but not cold either.

Clear skies and pretty blue water, you could try to play the guessing game, but knowing Tony, you would never get it right.

His lips are at your temple, a hand on the small of your back, "Welcome to Italy, baby."

The smile on your face makes all the trouble worth it, Tony decides then and there that he will spend the rest of his days trying to make you happy. He owes you at least that much.

"Tony Stark," Your eyes gleaming, "You spoil me."

His hand slides lower, giving a firm, teasing, squeeze on your ass. You can feel him toying with the rhinestones, "Juicy."

You cant help but laugh, the weight of reality lifting off your shoulders once again.

#avengers fanfiction #reader insert #iron man #tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark series #tony stark sugar daddy #tony stark fanfic

[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #hook imagine #daniel garcia #daniel garcia x reader #daniel garcia imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston imagine #aew mjf #mjf x reader #maxwell jacob friedman #ricky starks x reader #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine #aew darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader

[obsessedprincess]

Cyber Sex | Material Girl (teaser)

Coming Soon

Put up the tapestry, adjust stuffies, get out sex toys, put on sailor moon, shower, exfoliate, shave, install wig, do makeup, put on lingerie, put on nails, set up the webcam, adjust ring light, post set up on Twitter, log onto to site. All before 8 PM. 

That was Y/N’s nightly routine. It was tedious but it was her job. To sell a fantasy. A hairless, put-together, submissive fantasy. It was fucking hell, and despite what those bitches on Tiktok blabbed about she didn’t feel liberated or “in control” of her sexual identity. No instead after 7 hours of being on cam she only felt drained and annoyed. Though the tokens reminded her, that her bank account was growing, the money was a small prize for the bullshit she had to endure. Yeah, she felt like shit, but she reached her tip goal and gained 6 new subscribers for her Onlyfans account. It was a good night in her books.

#material girl au 💅🏾🥃🛍💻🎀💵 #tony stark smut #tony stark fluff #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x reader #sugar daddy!tony stark x reader #sugar daddy!tony stark #should be ready by next Friday :)

[hamzilla]

christmas gifts

summary: it’s all about giving

pairings: parents best friend!natasha romanoff x younger!reader, mentioned carol danvers x reader

warnings: virginity loss, cunnilingus, oral(r receiving), soft!nat, slight dub-con, coercion, innocence kink, extreme amount of pet names, let me know if there is anything else :), not proof read

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smiling wide, gifts in hand you knock loudly on Natasha’s door. “Y/n, hello, merry Christmas.” Natasha cheers merrily as she opens her door. before replying you eye her up and down, from her Christmas themed pajama pants with little gnomes dressed as Santa, a dark grey wife beater, her unbuttoned red and black flannel, all going very well with her new short haircut. “honey?” Natasha waves her hand in your face trying to get your attention. “Oh! Uh, I brought gifts.” you smile brightly lifting up your arms. Natasha moves out of the door way, gesturing into her house.

you walk into the living room setting the gifts on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch. “come on, natty. open your gifts.” the older woman chuckles plopping down next to you and resuming her tv show before grabbing a gift off the table. “sugar, you shouldn’t of gotten me anything. I don’t have anything to give you.” “it’s ok, Tasha, it’s all about giving.” seeing you look up at her with wide eyes, causes hers to darken a bit and a fire to grow within her. she smiles carefully ripping away the tape holding the bag together, pulling her gift out, the smile on her face only becomes wider as she eyes it. “this is very sweet of you, bunny.” “it’s from, mom and dad, actually.” “well, you need to tell tony and pepper, i said thank you.” you nod and just shove her next gift at her. reading the name tag, this time, she sees Morgan’s young scratchy handwriting and smiles before carefully tearing the wrapping paper. her booming laugh finds your ears and you smile, “what is it?” you start laughing as well when you see the arrangement of fidgets your little sister had given nat. “is this last one from you, princess?” a stern blush covering your face, you nod as she starts to open the gift.

“honey, are you sure this gift is for me?” eyebrows furrowing you lean over before your eyes widen and you snatch the box out of her hands. “No. No, this gift was for, um, someone else.” “who was it for?” Natasha smirks, eyes swapping between the strap-on and your blushing face. you mutter a name but she couldn’t quite hear what she said. “Hm, you’ll have to speak up, princess. I couldn’t hear you.” nat sets her hand on your knee as you start mumbling about what crap it is that she wants you to tell her. “come on, sweetie, it’s not like I’m gonna go tell your parents or nothing.” “ it’s for carol.” “what?” “carol. I was gonna give it to carol, we’ve been talking about taking our relationship to the next level and we were gonna have sex for the first time.” “oh, y/n, you’re still a virgin?” shamefully you nod you head, setting the the gift on the coffee table. you set your head in your hands.

“well, since you gave the gift to me, we could try out what you wanted to do?” with her hand sliding further up your leg, you look up at her. “what do you mean?” “i can take you virginity if you want.” her hand reaches the apex in between your thighs and you gasp as she presses the palm of her hand against your clothed core. “wouldn’t you like that, honey? daddy taking your virginity?” “I don’t think this is right, natty, you’re my parents friend.” “no one’s ever gonna know. it’s just me and you here,” she slowly pushes you against the arm of the couch, “daddy’s not gonna tell anybody. so you just lay back and let me do the work, after all it’s all about giving.” “I’m still not sure, natty, what if my parents find out.” “sweetie, no one is gonna find out.” she chuckles, pulling down your pajama pants, panties along with them. “take off your shirt.” you do what the older woman says the second the shirt gets over your head her rough hands are groping at your breasts. “such perfect tits, baby. all pretty and perfect for daddy.” “mhm.” you moan quietly as she pinches your nipples. “that’s right, just for daddy.” she grins, scooting down to the other end of the couch so her face met with your pussy. she blew small breaths onto your clit watching as your hole clenched around nothing.

“sweet baby, are you ready for daddy? we’re gonna go slow ok?” before you can respond she starts to slowly push a finger into you. the woman moans at the way you clench when she starts to move her index finger. once she gets a good rhythm pumping in and out of you, she takes her other hand and rubs your clit. “daddy.” you whimper hand gripping her short blonde hair. “yeah, baby, let it all out for daddy. let me hear how much you like daddy doin’ this.” “like it so much, feels so good. so fucking good.” you moan louder, grip tightening in her hair when she slowly pushes another finger into your dripping cunt. “are you close, baby? gonna cum for daddy? you gotta ask permission first, okay?” “please, daddy, please. I gotta-gotta pee!” you tell out, moan slipping past your lips. “no baby. your gonna cum for daddy, that’s not pee, ok, just let go and give daddy what she wants.” your thighs start to shake, moans becoming louder. “god, baby, your so tight. can barely move inside you.” despite her words she keeps on going and applies more pressure to your clit, “just like this, cum for me.” just then the pleasure overwhelms you, back arching off the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and thighs squeezing around natashas head. “Oh, baby.” natasha coos while you come down from your high. “tasha , feel so good.” you sit up, before you can catch your breath her lips pressed against yours, kissing you hard. ���did you like your christmas gift, baby?” you nod sitting up so you can get dressed.

“what are you doing, baby? we still have to try out my Christmas gift.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #ham wrote this #older!nat #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #x reader #mcu x reader

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Warmth

PAIRING | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Sugar Daddy/-Baby arrangement, mutual pining.

A/N | This fic is inspired by this headcanon written by @fotibrit! As soon as I read it, I knew this would fit perfectly inside my sugar daddy!Tony AU! I love their dynamic, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it. This is proofread by my amazing friend @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot begin to thank you enough! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Clothes sharing Masterlist | @fandombingo | Tony Stark Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | "Are you feeling better now?" Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | "I can do this all day."

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

You're in the middle of studying for your exams, making long hours for a difficult one coming up. Going through medical school has always been a dream of yours, and thanks to Tony, that is becoming a reality, but that doesn't mean you don't have to work for it. He has kindly offered to study at Stark Tower so you can use plenty of empty offices and conference rooms.

This also means you're closer to him, and you can't stop yourself from seeing him whenever he's in the building. You've been studying for the past six hours, eating lunch, and drinking a lot of coffee in between, and you're starting to feel cold and restless - perfect timing to go and pay a visit to Tony.

"Jarvis, can you tell me where Tony is?" you ask the AI he has installed in the building, who kindly lets you know he is working in his lab. Your stuff is gathered quickly, and just before you can zip your bag closed, you let out a big yawn and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The weather outside looked promising, but jeans and a blouse weren't enough to keep you warm today.

As soon as your bag hangs on your shoulder, you're out the door, your feet carrying you to Tony on instinct. The elevator ride is way too long, and you're rubbing your hands on your arms to keep yourself warm, but to no avail. You feel warmth spreading through your body when you walk into his lab and see Tony hunched over in his MIT hoodie, faded jeans, and messy hair.

"Are you going home already, Sugar?" Tony asks in his deep voice, giving you goosebumps as the sound goes through your body.

"Not yet; I figured I'd swing by your lab to see how you're doing. And I was hoping to steal a bit of your warmth, too," you tell him with a small smile, unable to stop thinking how handsome he looks in his outfit. It shows off his natural handsomeness, and you can't help but stare a little too long when he turns to you.

"How can I say no when you ask me like that? C'mere Sugar," Tony says as he opens his arms invitingly. You drop your bag before stepping into his hold, your body pressing tightly against his as your face nuzzles into his neck. With a deep sigh, you let your hands wander to where they're under his hoodie, your ice-cold hands slowly warming up on the warm muscles of his lower back.

"You're freezing!" he says before he lets go, his hands carefully wrapping around your wrists to guide your hands to his chest - or, more specifically, to his arc reactor. It's where he gets the hottest and your favorite place to rest your hands when you're feeling cold. If there's one thing you both quickly learned, it is that where you usually are feeling chilly, Tony is always hot, making him your perfect personal heater.

A soft hum leaves your throat as you can feel the warmth of his body seeping into your cold hands, slowly ensuring they don't ache from the freezing state they were in before you came to him.

"Are you feeling better now?" Tony asks softly and gently, and you hum in response. If it were up to him, he would let you warm your hands on his body forever, never wanting to let you go again. Little does he know you feel the same way, but you're both too stubborn to admit it to one another.

"Yeah, I can do this all day if you'd let me," you tell him in response, another soft sigh leaving your chest when your hands aren't cold anymore. Though that issue has been fixed, Tony can tell you're still feeling cold, and without hesitation, he takes off his hoodie, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen to you, making you do a double take at the appearing flesh.

"Here, you can wear this, Sugar," he tells you without leaving room for discussion. You allow him to pull it over your head, the sleeves longer than your arms, making you giggle. The scent of Tony envelops you completely, and you flail your arms like a bird to show off just how long the sleeves are, and the sound of Tony's laughter makes yet another flood of warmth spread throughout your body.

"It looks way better on you than it does me, Sugar; I think you should keep it," Tony says, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth and back. He steps closer to you, his index finger lifting your chin slightly to look right into your eyes as he closes the gap between you two.

His mouth descends on yours in a sweet, loving, gentle kiss that takes your breath away yet makes you feel so full of love. Your kisses are usually frantic and passionate when you sleep together, but this kiss is the opposite. Unrushed and soft; filled promises that neither of you is willing to give in to yet. It's perfection in a kiss.

The second his lips leave yours, it feels like you're deflating like a balloon, missing the feelings of his warm mouth on yours already. Despite this, a small smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as you bite your bottom lip, feeling like a teenager who just shared their first kiss with the boy she's been crushing on for a long time. And deep inside, that's exactly what the dynamic between you is, just in your later years.

"What was that for?" you ask Tony, who chuckles at your question.

"I felt like kissing you because you look adorable in my hoodie. And I wanted to surprise you, which, by the looks of it, worked pretty well," Tony tells you, and you nod.

"Now I have to go because I promised to go for dinner with my friends. But thank you for the hoodie. I'll be using it to keep me warm from now on," you tell him as you step back, grab your bag, and walk out of his lab with a wave.

All he can muster is a small wave back as he stands there shirtless and with a heart filled with love. He wants to give you all the happiness in the world and more, and if that means letting you warm your cold hands on his body and giving you his hoodies, he's more than okay with doing that for the rest of his life, even if that means never getting to tell you how he feels. Your dynamic is perfect for both of you, and he doesn't want to ruin it by doing something stupid.

Though the one thing he wants more than anything in this world is that you will be his one day. His girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, his everything. That's what would make him the happiest man on earth.

#anyfandomfluffbingo #fandombingo #fandomfreebingo #marvelsmashbingo #tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark fluff #iron man #iron man fanfiction #iron man fanfic #iron man one shot #iron man imagine #iron man x female reader #iron man x reader #iron man x y/n #iron man fluff

[buckyysdoll]

❥ @𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— marvel —

๋࣭ ⭑ — james b. barnes — ๋࣭ ⭑

╰┈➤ — ⭑ 1940s! bucky

— we’ll meet again

— heavy petting

— drive in show

»»——► fics specifically set in 40s!hydra!assassin!wife! reader fic universe:

• dating 1940s! bucky hcs — part one | part two

• [much more to come soon ♡]

╰┈➤ — ❆ winter soldier! bucky

— [none as of yet, still to come ♡]

╰┈➤ — ✪ tfatws! bucky

— dating bucky hcs

— cuddling with bucky hcs — part one | part two ➵ also has more general dating hcs

— oranges + luck

— early bird

— dad!bucky hcs

— “that’s a good girl”

— body warmth

— john fucking walker

— bucky nsfw headcanons

— 1940s bucky — “sergeant” kink

— soldat

๋࣭ ⭑ — {other} marvel — ๋࣭ ⭑

— sugar daddy! tony stark hcs

— three’s a crowd (bucky x steve x reader)

— when they’re jealous hcs (bucky, steve, nat, wanda, mcu! peter parker)

— natasha romanoff; little blurb — “giving head”

๋࣭ ⭑ — elvis presley/austin! elvis — ๋࣭ ⭑

— elvis; little intimacies hcs (can be read as elvis or austin!elvis, as wished!)

๋࣭ ⭑ — criminal minds — ๋࣭ ⭑

— aaron hotchner; little blurb — “hugs”

— aaron hotchner; little blurb — “ass or tits”

— sick with you (spencer reid x f!reader)

— aaron hotchner; soft spot

— aaron hotchner thoughts; part one |

— aaron hotchner; should’ve been there

๋࣭ ⭑ — miscellaneous — ๋࣭ ⭑

— A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES; nesta archeron — maybe one day

๋࣭ ⭑ — the last of us — ๋࣭ ⭑

— joel miller; talking you through it

— joel miller; dating/married to him hcs

— joel miller; overstimulation kink hcs

— joel miller; little old piece of heaven

— joel miller; nsfw headcanons

— joel miller; blurb — tennessee whiskey

— joel miller; playing the long game