#tony has a mr. stark kink

[natsaffection]

can u write an smutty hate sex story with nat as the mean boss and reader a her assistant 🤭

Distraction. | N. Romanoff

G!P CEO!Natasha x Assistent!Reader

MINORS DNI!!! (18*!)

warnings: Office sex, nat has a penis, Mommy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, begging, dirty talk

Word count: 1,6K

A/n: I was carried away and hope that’s the task you asked for..Because I totally forget the hate in it :,)

It was a relaxed day, as usual. You got up early today, got ready and showed up at work quite early. Before that, of course, you stopped by Mrs. Romanoff's Cafe to get her usual latte. You paid with the company card and are now sitting ready in your chair, behind your desk. 

You had already started sorting your work and when you saw the plan for today, you had to pause for a moment. You see a name on the list, and you knew what it meant. You try not to wrap your head around it until you notice your colleagues tense around you. You look at the time and realize that there is one minute before Mrs. Romanoff enters. You take another deep breath and stand up and a few seconds later, you hear the elevator door open from far away and get ready as you do every day. She entered without taking her eyes off her phone. Everywhere you could hear a 'good morning' until she arrived in your hallway. She walks past your desk, and before she could open her own office door, you stop her, "Mrs. Romanoff? Your latte." She stopped and looked up at you. 

You hold the latte out to her and she takes it. She smelled it for a moment and then looked directly at you, "What's on the agenda today?" You knew the question was coming. Like every time, and you were prepared, "Nothing big for the first three hours and at noon you have a meeting with..Mr Stark.." You knew what Natasha thought of him. Nothing at all. However, he is one of the biggest sponsors of the whole company, and so Natasha has to put up with him. 

You see how one of her eyebrows twitched, and then she went to her office and the door closed.

You had spent the first few hours planning Natasha's future plans and meetings and notifying the people to be there. You wrote a few emails and made a few phone calls. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn't even notice Tony Stark marching into Natasha's office. 

You know what that entails, and you were lucky that her office is a good distance away from the other colleagues....

You could barely concentrate because you kept trying to catch sounds from the room, but it was no use. The walls were just too thick. After about 20 minutes, the door opened again and Tony came out. He had a different face on, like he did a few minutes ago, so you knew it was business as usual. He looks at you, sighs, and walks out. You try to find connections until you saw the message on your laptop to come to Natasha's office. So you take another deep breath, stand up and walk in.

You like her office. It was definitely bigger than your apartment and was all glass on the left. It also had a huge rooftop terrace that was great for summer. There you had also held the introductory conversation with her and..signed the other contract, for moments like this one. 

She sits at her table, massaging her forehead, "I'm afraid that conversation didn't go well?" If you didn't have such a..relationship with her, you would never have asked that question. But you're here for that very reason. To take away the stress she has. 

She sees you and leans back in her chair, "As usual. This guy is just too cocky! Thinks he has the right to boss me, ME, around! Just because he..Urgh!" She loosened her shirt and undid the first two buttons that were on it, "Come here..." She looks at you and you immediately obey. You walk towards her and bypass the table. She turns in your direction, and indicates that you should sit on her lap. You sit down and her hands immediately settled on your thighs and she looks up at you, "Mommy needs a distraction, do you think you can help me with that?" Her tone was gentle. You just nod, and suddenly you notice a pull in your right thigh. She knees you as it wasn't enough, "Y-yes, I can help here..." She looks deeply at you and smirks, "Good girl..." She turns you both back to her table and leans you on the front so your upper body is flat on it, "Always so good for me..." 

You slowly get ready, but again you had to shamefully admit that just the way she talked to you for the last two minutes was enough to make you so fucking horny. She fucks well..So well that so far no few people had ever made you climax again.

You hear her undo her belt and a little later you notice her pushing your panties to the side and grunting out, "As always..Do I make you so wet, baby?" Fuuck, if she keeps talking like that it will be over in a few seconds, "Always for you, mommy..." That's what she liked about you. You were so fucking obedient, you have manners and of course a good pussy. 

She smirked at herself and pushed right into you. You slid your body forward, and she held you by the shoulders to keep you still. "Fuck..No matter how many times I take you here, you're still so fucking tight, fuck!" She pushed in further and further until you could feel her completely. You try to hold on somewhere to somehow accommodate the feeling, "Stark really thinks he'd do a better job than me..What do you think, Baby, huh? Could he replace me?" You had to pull yourself together not to forget the question right away, "n-No..No one, AH! No one can replace you..!" Your statement seemed to trigger something in her as she suddenly pushed into you faster, "That's right. I'm the only one who can run this place!"

She got rougher. She grabbed your cheeks and pushed into you with more force. You couldn't take it anymore and let out a loud moan. But it was interrupted when Natasha put a hand around your mouth, "How many times do I have to tell you that while I enjoy hearing your sounds, it's more than inappropriate here? Do you want everyone to know what a slut you are for me?" You shake your head, "Thought so." 

"hmph!!!" She pushed in as deep as she could, feeling her orgasm getting closer and closer. "That's right. Show me how good I make you feel!" She didn't care. If someone could hear you, it is your fault and not hers. She took her hand away and sped up her movements. All you could hear was the moaning and skin contact in the room.

"Nata-mommy, please..." you plead. You completely lost your self-control and just wanted your releases. "Please what?" She is annoyed. Do you want something from her now too? Why can't anyone here work independently?

"Do you need more? Do I have to do all the work again? What are you getting paid for anyway?" She moans and snaps her hips at you. "Fuck, Tony really wanted me to know you'd be better off with him..." she snorts. She holds your ass and spreads you open so her eyes have the perfect view of her cock ruining your pussy, "What do you say, would you rather go to him? Do you want him to take you like this?" She began to move even faster, her hand sliding down to your clit, "No! Only you can- fuck! Can- so well...”

She slows down and smiles as she sees your body start to shake more and more. She pulled her hand from your clit and wiped it on your ass, and you were afraid she was done with you, "Please! D-Don’t stop! Please mommy, let me cum, please..." Your face was already so wet and red that anyone would know what happened if you left this room in the next few minutes. So at least it should be worth it....

She leans over you, her chest pressing against your back, "Relax baby..I can feel your fucking fear in your pussy..." You close your eyes, ashamed of being so easy to read. "It's okay..." Her hands slowly slide to your back and push you further down onto the table, "Just stay like that for me, and you'll get filled, is that what you want? Do you want mommy to fill you?" 

"Yes please!!!" you whine. She slaps you hard on your ass and grabs your neck. She pulls you back to her. She fucks you harder and faster as her hand slides down to your clit again and starts rubbing it.

"Fuck!!!" You cry out, and Natasha just had to laugh. "Come on, come on my cock Y/n, cum...!" She moans out as well, and your voice breaks off as you release on her cock, and you squirm in all directions. Natasha clenches your neck with strength to keep her from moaning all over the room as well. Your eyes rolled back and you sobbed. When you came down completely from your height, you collapse like a lifeless body in Natasha's arms. She wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder, "You did great again, thank you..."

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[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease..

You stifle a yawn as you gather Mr. Stark’s paperwork. He had a meeting call in Aruba and you were triple checking to make sure he had everything he needed.

“Hey Tom-Tom.” You freeze for only a second after hearing that annoying voice. “Maybe if I just keep walking he will go away.” You whisper as you hear him following you.

“Tom-Tom. I know you heard me.” You hear Tony call after you and you rush into Mr. Stark’s office.

“Here you go Mr. Stark. I have your paperwork, some notes, and I have all of your calls pushed back for the next two hours.” He nods and sits at his desk. You stand there for a bit and he clears his throat. “You may go.”

You internally groan because you know Tony was waiting for you outside the door. You drag your feet a bit and check your watch.

It was time for your lunch which means-

You open the door and your heels were clicking across the floor. “Hey T-” You Stop him. “Sorry Tony but I have a lunch date with my boyfriend.” You make sure he heard you when you said boyfriend and he nods slowly. But a smile spreads across his face.

“Well when you want a husband, please don’t hesitate to ask.” You fight the urge to grimace. “Later Tony.” You walk over to Gregory and he tips his hat at you. “Hello Miss Valentine. Your friend is waiting for you.” You nod. “Thank you. I’ll be back after my lunch.” You head out of the building and you see Miguel leaning against his car.

He looks over at you and you feel weak in the knees. How is it that you two have been dating for over the past two months and this man still has you in awe.

“Hola señorita Valentine. How do you feel about Thai cuisine?” He asks as he opens the passenger door for you. “That sounds absolutely amazing. There’s this spot I’ve been wanting to try, Erica said that Dennis brought her there last month and she said the food was delicious.”

“Are you talking about Thai Town?” You gasp because that means only one thing. “Baby did you get reservations there?” He nods and gives me a great big smile. “I did.” You squeal and pull his face close to yours.

You give him several kisses as he starts the car and he smiles against your lips. “Amor, we can sit here and I can let you kiss me but we might be late to lunch.” You move back and you sit on your hands.

“I’m just so excited.” You smile from ear to ear and he holds your hand. As he drives he tells you about his latest discovery.

“…and we’re doing testing on gene splicing. So far we have succeeded on making a mouse cross breed with a snake.”

“That’s interesting, but it’s also concerning. Are you going to start testing on humans?” Miguel shrugs. “I’m not sure yet, I was thinking that if I do then it’ll be harmless.”

“As long as you don’t go testing it on yourself.” Miguel was quiet for a moment and you were going to address it but he had arrived at the restaurant. As he parks the car you go to speak but he opens the door and he quickly walks over to your side and he opens the door. You step out and take the offered hand he had for you.

“Ready?” He asks. “Always when I’m with you.” As you two enter the building you see Miguel looking at his smart watch. You don’t know what’s on the screen but he curses under his breathe.

“Amor, please wait inside for me. I just have to grab something from the car.” Before you could protest he leaves you there.

Instead of waiting outside you go into the building and walk over to the hostess. “Table for two. It might be under O’Hara.” She checks and nods. “Your table will be ready shortly Mrs. O’Hara.”

You go to correct her but you stop yourself. Would it be a bad thing if she thinks you’re his wife?

You wait patiently for the table and for Miguel when you get a tap on the shoulder. When you turn you see a strikingly beautiful woman standing there with the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.

“Hello.” She greets. “Um, hi.” You say as you go to turn away from the woman. “I noticed that you came here with Miguel.” You turn back around because how did this woman know your boyfriend?

“You know him?” She nods. “Why yes. Miguel and I have quite the past. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you about me. But where are my manners. My name is Dana D’Angelo.”

She gives you a bright smile and you feel sick to the pit of your stomach. Of course this demi-goddess would be his ex. She was beautiful, long legged and she had pretty teeth. You wanted to knock them clean down her throat.

Miguel enters the restaurant and he walks completely past Dana, ignoring her all together, which makes your chest swell with joy.

“Sorry about that, amor.” He whispers as he kisses your temple. “Hello Miguel.” Dana says behind him. He rolls his eyes and then turns to her.

“Dana, long time no see. How have you been?” He asks. “I’ve been well. Tyler and I just got back from Miami. How about you? I see you have a cute little girlfriend.”

Who is this bitch calling little?

“Actually, this is my amazing girlfriend. And I won’t have you disrespect her in any shape or form. Now you have a nice day, I am going spoil her my girlfriend and make sure she has a wonderful time.” As Miguel leads you away, you look back at her with a smirk on your face.

“I didn’t know you use to date models.” You tease him. But he shrugs. “Well I’ve made some upgrades. I date goddesses now.” You hide the smile playing across your lips and the hostess motions for the two of you to come with her so you two can be seated.

As you two are seated by the window you look around in awe. The decor was beautiful. “I know I shouldn’t gawk but I love the colors. Maybe I can convince Erica to remodel the kitchen.” Miguel reaches across the table and he holds your hand.

“If she says no then, how about you come over to my place and redecorate it?” Your eyes light up. “I can? Miguel, baby that would be great.” You lean over the table to kiss your hazel eyed beauty, when all of a sudden he gets up and he grabs you with such precision and skill, it scared you.

He leaps in the air and that’s when a car goes crashing into the window. Miguel holds you close to his large frame and he does a spin as you two land in the chaos.

As everyone screams and runs out of the restaurant, you hear Miguel groan in pain. “Miguel? Miguel where are you hurt?” You ask as you get up and look him over.

He was holding his side and when you reach, you draw your hand back and there was blood. “Come out, come out, where ever you are….” Someone taunts. You turn slightly to see a large black alien like creature. It throws its head back and let’s put a carnivorous cry.

“You have to go, amor.” Miguel says as he sits up. “I’m not leaving you, come on.” You try to help him but Miguel was too huge. “Tommie, I’ll be right behind you, now go!” He snaps at you. You look him in the face and you get up. You hear Miguel behind you as you run out of the restaurant.

The alien creature crouches down as you make it outside and he seems to be sniffing the air. You turn to tell Miguel to start the car but you see he isn’t there. “M-”

You continue to run but something screams for you to duck down. You do just in time to see a large pole barely miss your skull. You go to run again but something grabs your arm. You cry out in pain as the grip tightens.

“No matter what timeline he is in I’ll always sniff him out and find him. And his scent just so happens to be all over you.” The alien creature had yanked you up in the air causing your arm to yank out of the socket. You let out a scream and it laughs.

“Such a pretty thing, we like you. Venom likes you.” Venom flicks out its tongue and licks your cheek. You feel as if your arm is about to be ripped out as you try to see where is Miguel.

“Tasty…” It’s jaws opens wide and you scream bloody murder as it goes to eat you. Just then, you get yanked out away from this creature. You were pressed against someone and you hold them tight. They bring you away from the alien and land on their feet.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You finally look up and you see a masked man. You’ve only heard about him in the news. But to see him in person? Now that was something else. You nod at him but jump when you hear the alien coming.

“I need to go fix this. Please get somewhere safe.” You grab Spider-Man by the arm. “Please, my boyfriend he’s missing and…and-” He gently removes your hand from him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he comes home to you. Now please go, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He strokes your cheek and he turns. When he leaves, you stare after him and you hope he doesn’t get hurt. “Be careful Spider-Man…”

•••

For obvious reasons you had the rest of the day off. You had came back from the hospital after getting your arm checked out. It was sore but it wasn’t broken. They had gave you some painkillers and sent you on your way.

You were in the bathroom, sitting in the tub, scrubbing Miguel’s blood off of your hands when you hear your roommate knocking. “T? Tommie, I got your text. Are you okay?” She asks behind the door. “Yeah.” You lie as you watch the clear water turn crimson.

You had left multiple messages and voicemails to Miguel and yet he hasn’t answered. You played over a million and one different scenarios in your head of what could’ve happed to your boyfriend and all of them were terrible.

“Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.” You chant as you let the water down the drain. You wrap yourself in a towel and ignore your reflection in the mirror. Once you’re dried off you leave the bathroom and go straight to your room, ignoring Erica.

You close the door and let the towel drop to the floor. You grab a pair of boxer shorts and you grab one of Miguel’s T shirts he had left behind. You pull that on and you inhale it as you lay in the center of your bed.

A small scratch to your door makes you sit up. You get out of bed and open the door to see Milo. You scoop him up and close the door back. He purrs and grabs your fingers so you can pet him.

“Do you think he’s okay? I mean Miguel has to be, he is a big guy. Yeah he has to be okay.” You say as you sit on your bed.

You bite your bottom lip to keep from crying but it’s too late, the tears just come. “You know I think the sad part is that I’m relying on a costumed stranger to bring Miguel back to me. It’s sad but I have hope. All I have is hope.”

Milo leaps out of your arms and claws at your door. You feel sad because now even the kitten wants to leave you. You open the door for him to leave and go to close it.

“Amor?” You hear his voice and you look up to see those eyes. “Mig-” You cut your own self off and throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and he walks you back into your room, kicking the door closed.

“I thought-”

“I know, I’m sorry. We got separated and I couldn’t find you. But I’m here.” You feel the water works coming down again. “I was scared. I was scared and I thought the worse for you. I thought I was going to get a call that you were-” Miguel stops you. “I am okay, amor. I am back with you. I’m home.” He looks down at you and he wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Are you staying over?” You ask, holding onto him tighter. “Yes, I’m staying over. Now come get into bed. Have you eaten?”

You shake your head as he leads you to the bed. “I can cook you something.” He offers. “I’m not hungry right now.” You can tell he wants to say something but he just takes off his pants and shoes, then gets in the bed with you.

He pulls you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. “Tell me about your day.” Miguel says as he plays in your curls. You shrug.

“Well other than thinking the worse for my boyfriend, my day was decent. Mr Stark is thinking about doing a business deal with an overseas partner. His son, Tony, he keeps showing up at the office and I know it’s so he can ask me out. And I keep telling him I have a boyfriend.”

“Should I pop up there one day?” Miguel asks. “No, Tony is harmless. I can handle him. Oh I should probably thank Spider-Man. He made sure you came back to me.” Miguel’s body seems to relax as he kisses your head.

“Really? So you got to meet the guy in tights?” You nod. “Yep, he was pretty cool. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.” Miguel flips you off of him and pins you down, causing you to giggle.

“Ahora lo vas a conseguir, mi amor.” He tickles you and you yelp out in laugher. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laugh out. “You better be.” Miguel then pins your hands above your head with one hand and with the other he cups your chin and kisses you. “Mmm, I don’t like sharing. So you’re all mine.” He says as he pulls at your lip.

“I’m all yours.” You moan out. You then feel his bulge on top of you. He leans back a bit and looks at you. “I should get up.” He says as he grinds his bulge against you. You wrap your legs around him and nod. “You should, you should get up.”

“And I shouldn’t do this.” He positions his dick against the now wet spot of your boxer shorts and he rubs it deep, getting a lustful eye roll. “No, you shouldn’t do that.” You open your legs wider and move your hips, to get more friction.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this either.” He releases your hands and he lifts your shirt, letting your perky breasts get some air. He flicks his tongue across your right nipple and pinches the other.

You feel yourself squirming under him and you want him to lick every inch of your body.

“Don’t stop doing that.” You whimper as he sucks your left breast and massages the right. “Mi dulce novia, such a sweet sweet girl you are.” He kisses each breast and he sits up. “Stay still.” He tells you as he moves down the bed.

You watch him as he yanks your boxer shorts off and he rubs your lips together. Your spread your legs wide for him and he looks at what’s between your thighs. “God your scent is so intoxicating, mi amor.” He takes the tip of his tongue and he traces your inner lips.

You know he said stay still but you buck your hips a little so his face was deeper between your thighs. “Mmm, don’t do that again.” He grips your thighs and dips his tongue inside of you deeper.

“I…I can’t help it.” You moan out as you watch him. “Yes you can. Be a good girl for me and take it.” Miguel lets your thighs go and he massages your breasts as he continues to licks and sucks your center.

Your head falls back as you let out a silent cry. He licks you deeper and lets his fangs graze over your sensitive lips. “Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” You moan as you grip the sheets. “Mmm, I won’t.” Miguel twirls his tongue around your clit and he gives a slow and hard suck.

That causes a hum in your lower stomach. You sit up and you groan for him to do that again. He looks up at you and holds your hips now. He sucks and shakes his head at the same time causing you to whimper and groan. You tell him how good it feels, you moan out how you want him to keep going till you make a mess of his beautiful face.

He obeys and he sloppily sucks and licks your clit. It jumps and you can’t help but buck your hips as he’s trying to hold you still. “Mmm not yet.” He moans against your lips. You don’t listen, you grab his hair and you start to fuck his mouth.

You don’t even care about the consequences, you just want to come. He sucks and groans as you whine that you’re coming. Your legs jerk and shake as you come hard against his mouth. When you finish climaxing you let Miguel go and he looks at you. His chin was wet and he had drool and cum on his lips.

Instantly you were throbbing. God this man was turning you into a nymphomaniac. “You want more, don’t you?” Miguel asks as he gets up off of his knees. You nod and lean forward to reach for him but he yanks you back and shakes his head.

“On no, no, no. Only good girls get to have a taste. I told you not yet and yet…you took it upon yourself to come all over my face and make this mess. Now what should I do with you?” He says as he leans his lips close to you.

“Whatever you want.” You say with a smile. He nods slowly. “Whatever I want? I want to fuck that smile off of your pretty face. Giro de vuelta, Tommie. Put your head on the pillow and keep this ass up.” You turn and as he pushes your head down, he props your ass up and he spanks it.

You let out a moan and he yanks your head back. “You said whatever I want to do right? Well I’m going to pound this pretty pussy into the mattress and come deep. And after I come deep I’m going to fuck that come deeper inside of you. Now if this gets too much, you know the safe word right?” You try to nod but can’t. “Usa tus palabras, princesa.” He says in your ear. “Spider, the safe word is spid-” He moves your head back down onto the pillow and you hear him yank his boxers down and he slides in deep. Not letting you get adjusted to his size.

You bite the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Next time, fuck. Next time you’ll listen. Right Tommie?” He pounds into you quickly and you moan out something that sounds like a yes. But you were fuck drunk right now.

“You like being my good princesa. Don’t you?” He goes faster and you arch your back as he palms you open and goes deeper. God this man was going to split you open, but you didn’t care. You liked this. No you loved this. You loved how Miguel could make passionate love to you one second and then fuck you senseless the next.

“I do…I do.” You manage to moan out. He pounds you harder, causing his weight to fall on you. Your legs give out and you just take being fucked into the mattress. “Oh god, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. God put you on this earth for me.” Miguel moans in your ear as he grips you. Again you were going to come. You feel yourself clench around him and he makes your entire bed shake.

Everyone in the building could probably hear you. But did you care? Fuck no.

You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and grunts. You feel him fill your guts with his seed and you bite down on his hand from pleasure. He stills and you both were breathing hard. “Don’t think I’m done, I said I was going to fuck the cum deeper inside of you.” Miguel says as he kisses and bites at your neck.

••••

It was around 4am when you crawl out of bed. Miguel was sleeping peacefully and you had to get something to drink. You grab two water bottles from the fridge and decide on a small snack. Miguel did take a lot out of you.

You smile to yourself as you grab some grapes from the fridge. As you wash them off you notice something red under your nails. You look at them and that’s when you remember. Miguel was hurt. You had his blood on your hands. You put the grapes back in the fridge and you start back to your bedroom. As you go to open the door you hear Miguel’s voice. But it sounds like he’s talking to someone.

“…she’s safe and that’s all that matters…look Lyla I need you to make sure that the door stays closed for as long as possible. I can’t have her getting hurt because of me.”

Who is he talking to? Who’s Lyla?

You try to listen in again but whoever he was talking to must be speaking because you couldn’t hear a thing.

Your shoulder hits the door and you hear Miguel go silent. “Amor?” He calls out to you. You pretend that you were sleepy and you open the door. “Sorry if I woke you. I was just getting some water.” He gives you a smile. “It’s fine, come back to bed.”

You crawl back in beside him and you wrap your arms around him, just to check something. “Miguel, how are you feeling?” You ask. “I’m feeling great because I have you in my arms, mi corazón.” He kisses your temple and you both settle in the bed.

You give a gentle squeeze and watch his reaction. When he doesn’t react you frown. You know that Miguel was hurt at the restaurant. You have his dried blood under your fingernails to prove it. So how is it that he is fine? And what was he talking about before you had entered the room?

It was time to do a personal investigation on your boyfriend because somethings just wasn’t adding up to you.

���•••

You had came up with a plan to check on Miguel but you needed some help. You and Erica were in the living room as she was finishing up with your goddess braids. “Last one.” She says as she combs out your long curl and gets the braid started.

“Erica we’re good friends right?” You ask as she raises her brow at you. “Girl now you know we are. Why else would I be braiding your wide head for free?” You roll your eyes at her comment and mutter that your head is normal size.

“Anyways, I was asking because there’s something about Miguel that just isn’t adding up.” She pauses after you says that. “Saint Miguel? The Miguel that had been over here every night keeping you company? Girl what’s up?” She keeps braiding and you sigh.

“He has secrets, and I just…I want to know. So I was thinking maybe we can…spyonhim.” You say in a rushed tone.

“Let me get this straight, you want to spy on your boyfriend to see what he’s hiding?” You nod and she hums.

“Let me finish this braid and then we can get ready.” You were shocked. “Wait, it’s just that easy?”

“Yeah, T it is. After I’m done I’m gonna get some wigs and I’ll do our make up. Can’t have your man out here catching us.” You go to hug her but she pops you in the forehead. “Sit your wide head back down, before this braid comes out crooked.”

•••

You two were downtown and you had spotted Miguel coming out of a book store. “Should we go see what he was looking at?” You whisper to Erica. “No, we already know. He was looking at some books, now come on before we lose him.” You two get up and keep a far distance from him.

Even though you two were far back, you still felt nervous. What if he caught you two following him? Sure Erica had a red wig on and you had on a blonde one. And yes your makeup was done in a way where he couldn’t recognize you two.

But still, there was just something about you that would sure enough make Miguel see and pick you out of the crowd.

Miguel was just now walking into a building that looked like a college. You both follow inside and you see him getting on an elevator. “Erica come on!” You take off running which you instantly regret because he had held the door open for you.

“No, no, I can wait.” You say in a fake accent. “Miss it’s no problem. There’s plenty of room.” Miguel tells you. You get on but keep your back to him and you keep your shades on.

“Nice weather today.” He comments. “Mhm.” You say as you press the button to open the door. “You know miss, pressing that button isn’t going to get you to your destination any faster. And if I seem like bad company, I’m truly sorry.”

You stop pressing the button and sigh. “I just have an important engagement to get to. And…you seem like a nice man. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend is lucky.” You say to test him.

“Actually I’m the lucky one. I get to wake up everyday knowing that my girlfriend makes my day. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and if she will have me then I hope to make her my wife one day.”

The guilt hits you like a freight train and the elevator dings on the floor you wanted to fake get off on. “I’m sure you’ll make a great husband then.” You say over your shoulder.

“Oh and amor?” You turn out of reflex and hum. “Ye-shit.” He laughs and he plucks your shades off. “How did you know it was me?” You ask as you look at your feet.

“Amor, I have been on top of you, under you. And engulfed in your scent. Did you think you could just disguise yourself and I wouldn’t know? Besides your hips they settle in a way that only you can do when you stand.”

You look up at Miguel and frown. “What if I were just a random lady? You mean you would’ve looked still?” Miguel smiles at your pout and pressed the elevator button so it closes. “I only looked for a second, amor.”

“A second? Seems too quick to me. I feel as if you’d stare for much longer than that.” He shakes his head and he lifts your chin. “A second is all I need. Then again when it comes to you, I’d need a lifetime.”

“You’re not getting off the hook for the staring.” You say trying to stay mad. “I wouldn’t dream of you not punishing me. But before you unleashed your fury, how about I show you around my office. And be sure to tell Erica that you’ll be with me for a while.”

“How do you know Erica is with me?” You ask meekly. “Princesa, who else would join you in your crazy schemes?”

He does have a point.

“I’ll just send her a text.” You say as you pull out your phone.

When you two leave the elevator you feel like a kid in a candy story. All lab coats around working on robotic equations. You even see a lab assistant working on a mechanical leg.

“This way, Tommie.” Miguel leads you down the hall and you stop, pressing your face against the glass. “What is that?” You ask in awe. “That, is just a secret project that the higher ups are working on. If you can keep from running and looking like a gawking teen maybe I can show you.” You whip your head back. “Please!” He laughs and gently pulls you away from the glass.

He brings you to a common area and you stop because there was a white board with an equation on it. “That’s all wron-I mean it’s nothing.”

“What’s wrong, amor?” You eye the white board and he looks in that direction. “I don’t want to step on any toes but the equation is wrong. Can I?”

“Be my guest.” You walk over to the board and wipe off just the ending. “This? This right here it’s says it needs a 45 degree angle but it really needs a 37. And the volt level is off, that much voltage could kill a five ton elephant. And, yes. Give me a second.” You bite your bottom lip as you correct the equation and stand back.

“Perfect.” Miguel says behind you. “Isn’t it? I don’t know who wrote the equation but now it’s perfect. I remember when I was little my parents would sneak me into the lab with them and let me play with some of the equipment. My mother would test me on theories while my father would let me help him build this special battery. It was suppose to be a form of energy. Clean energy that would only need dirt to make it work. I would laugh because how is it clean if you need dirt? Am I right?” You turn to Miguel and he was just standing there admiring you.

“I’m talking too much, sorry.” He shakes his head. “No, Tommie. I love hearing you talk. The light in your eyes always shine brightest when you talk about your passion and your parents.” You smile and put the marker down. “My parents are the reason I think this stuff is fun. They made it fun for me…you know my dad met my mother by becoming her assistant?”

“Really?”

“Yes, he said he saw her at a summer program back in high school and he just had to know her. God it’s funny. He said he almost made the lab blow up because he wrote down the wrong equation. They made a deal, he would build and she would make sure the other work would be perfect. They…they would’ve loved you. You know. Because you are a man of science.” You close your eyes trying to keep the tears away and Miguel pulls you in. “Well I love what they left behind.”

You look up at Miguel and just stare.

Did he just admit that he loves you? There’s nothing wrong with that, but are you ready to admit that you love him too?

“You know, they have an excellent program for tech engineering. I could put in a word for you.” He says interrupting your thoughts. “Really! I mean, no, no that’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Besides, I can keep an eye on you instead of that Tony Stark.” You scoff as he opens his office door for you. “Careful Mr O’Hara, you’re starting to sound jealous there.” He closes the door behind him and he holds you from behind.

“I told you I don’t like to share. The thought of that idiot near you…” He gives a heavy sigh. “You don’t have to worry about him. I am yours. I promise.” You turn in his arms and he twirls a strand of the wig.

“Blonde doesn’t suit me.” You comment. “I think anything you have on your body suits you. Especially me.” He wraps his arms around you and his hands spreads across your hips and ass.

“Miguel, you didn’t just bring me to your office so we could possibly have sex on your desk, did you?”

“De qué estás hablando? I brought you up here to show you something special.” He says as he squeezes your ass. “Miguel…I know that look in your eye.”

“What look, amor? I always look at you like this.” You place your hand on his chest. “Miguel, you are going to get us in trouble.” You smirk at him as he lifts you up.

“No we won’t, amor. I know what I’m doing. I’m showing you my work.” He places you on his desk and he lifts up a big manila envelope. You reach for it but he brings it out of your reach. “First things first, dame un beso.” You grab Miguel by his tie and yank him close.

“A kiss is all you want for me to look at your work?” He nods and you pull him in. “Well I better make this kiss worth it then.” You kiss him deeply and he places the envelope down and holds your body close.

You two finally break the kiss and his eyes were red. “You know, if you worked here as well, we could do this all the time. Maybe you can become my assistant.” He says as his ruby eyes searches yours.

“Well I have a policy, Mr O’Hara. I keep my business life professional. So in other words, I don’t have sex with my bosses.” You say as you look at him through your lashes.

“That’s a good policy, but maybe for me you can make an exception.” You shake your head. “No, no, sir. I can’t break my policy. What would your colleagues think?”

“I don’t care what they think, I want to see your legs in the air while I savor what’s between these delicious thighs.” Miguel leans forward which makes you lean back. “That’s not very professional. But I can see the allure in that.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes I do. Maybe…I can make an exception. But only a small one.” You say as you gently push him back. You get off of his desk and he watches you.

“I like your desk, it’s quite spacious.” You say as you pull the chair back. “It is spacious, imagine you were under there having the time of your life. No one would ever know except the two of us.”

“Let’s test it out then.” You get on your knees and crawl under his desk. Miguel gets a big grin on his face as he unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles.

As he sits down you look up at him from under the desk and you stroke him with both hands. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Miguel moans out as you lean forward and suck just the head. You stroke him faster and just when you’re about to suck him deeper his door opens.

Miguel straitens and he glances down at you. “Amor, please.” He mouths. “Mr. O’Hara are you busy?” You hear a voice and instead of stopping you keep going.

Miguel clears his throat and shakes his head. “I have t…time.” You twirl your tongue across the head and it turns you on knowing Miguel has to show restraint while you suck him off.

“Good, I wanted to talk to you about our project. I took it up with the president of the company and he said that….”

You watch Miguel’s eyes roll back as you suck under the head. You can tell he would want nothing more than for his co worker to leave the room. So you have fun with this.

“….Mr O’Hara are you listening?” He grunts out a yes as you attempt to deep throat him. “Are you sure? I can come back later.”

“Y..yes come back later.” You hear their footsteps leave the room and the door shuts behind them. Miguel moves back and he gives you a cold glare. “Did that turn you on, amor? Knowing someone was in the room while you suck…suck me off?” You go to answer but he pushes your head back down.

“Oh no, don’t stop now. Keep going.” You open your throat and gag a bit causing him to moan. “Suck just like how you were sucking when my colleague was in the room. Fuck this mouth might get me fired.” Your eyes start to water but you take him deeper and he lets out a whimper. He places both his hand on the back of your head and starts to fuck your throat.

“Cariño, no pares. Por favor, no te detengas.” He begs as his head lolls back. You feel his pre in the back of your throat and you manage to suck down to the base.

He start moaning and stuttering in Spanish. You have no clue what he’s saying this time but you know he is in utter bliss. He lets you go and you still for a moment as he comes down your throat. You swallow all of it and when you slide him out of your mouth you were smiling.

“Come here.” He helps you off of your knees and he goes to kiss you but his door opens again.

“Oh I’m so sorry!”

“You will knock next time!” Miguel snaps at him without breaking eye contact with you. You wipe the corners of your mouth and touch his face, causing his body to relax. “It’s okay. I was just leaving. I’ll see you after work.” You stand up and Miguel would do the same if his pants weren’t at his ankles.

“You don’t have to. You can stay.” Miguel begs. “Oh no, it’s looks like you have a lot of paperwork. Besides, when you get home I’ll be sure to have dinner for you….and dessert.” You wink at him and he glares at his colleague. “What did you forget now?” He asks with annoyance in his voice.

You leave his work place and meet up with Erica in the lobby. “What happened?” She asks as you two leave outside. “He knew it was me, but I still didn’t get anything.” Erica snaps her fingers.

“I can call my cousin. You know the detective.” You hesitate. “I don’t know.” She stops you. “Girl I’ll have him do just a background check on him. Nothing crazy. It’ll put your mind at ease.” You let out a deep breathe and look up where Miguel’s office would be. You see him staring down at you and you nod. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

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most people

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."

Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.

Warnings: fluff.

Word Count: 1,741

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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.

Home.

It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”

“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”

You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”

“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”

There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”

How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”

“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”

“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”

“In the lab.”

“…Okay.”

***

A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.

“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”

He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.

“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”

“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.

“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”

Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”

“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.

Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”

“Accept what?”

“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”

As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”

Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”

“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”

Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.

“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”

***

“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.

The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”

“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”

“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”

“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”

“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.

“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”

“So, what’s your excuse now?”

Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”

Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”

You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”

Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.

You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”

He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”

“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”

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[nakedtoasterr]

Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

None listed

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.

Top male reader

Soft yandere Aether x MR | @dvlboy

Aether x male reader

Soft yandere aether

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Sub/bottom Dottore and pantalone hc

@bazthefirstborn

Dottore/ pantalone x male reader

crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities

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who loves to be marked? | @chaepink

Izuku/Bakugo/kirishima x GN!reader

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

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Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader hc

@justice-maul

Tony stark x male reader

Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out (tell me if I messed any, I didn’t double check this)

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Bottom male reader

Daddy’s home | @dabisbratz

Gojo x male reader

light angst, daddy kink, bottom male reader, finger sucking, fingering, apology sex, dubcon (gojo’s a lil pushy but everything is consensual), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, biting, reader’s kinda bratty, possessiveness, established relationship, secret relationship, reader’s a regular civilian, anal sex, spit, mating press, sexualizing gojo’s thermographic xray vision, amab body terminology

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Momo x male reader | @trafalgarya

Nsfw head canons

mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

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The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

@adoniss-tales

Gabriel x male reader

corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration : reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once.

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Ayato Petplay | @vikeii

Ayato x Male reader

pet play, established relationship, everything is consensual!!!, puppy play, mild praise kink, cockwarming, dumbification, male reader, belly bulge, mild overstim, mild nipple play, collars and leashes !! he/him pronouns for reader, amab reader, marking, biting

Hey y’all!!! I know I’m super extra late but I really did try… I’ll do my best to start earlier in the month so this doesn’t happen again I’m so sorry guys. Tysm for all the support on my last post!!! Seeing all the reposts and hearts really motivated me to finish this one. ❤️❤️

Extra apologies to the ppl I messaged when it was 3 am over here. I’m not my best when I’m bout ready to pass out

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bottom!bucky x top!steve Masterlist

Links Last Checked: January 12th, 2024

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - Kellyscams E, 305k

Summary: Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist.

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

Call Boy (ao3) - L1av E, 149k

Summary: Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.

What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?

Steve loves working for his tip.

Collar Full of Chemistry (ao3) - 2bestfriends E, 188k

Summary: Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts.

Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better.

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AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card. We know what we're about, son.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Gimme Sugar (ao3) - geneticallydead E, 10k

Summary: Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

Of Broken Dreams and Mended Hearts (ao3) - Kellyscams M, 354k

Summary: When the House of Barnes is left in massive debt after the death of George Barnes, their oldest son and heir, Bucky, is forced to sacrifice his own hopes and dreams by entering an arranged married to Steve Rogers. Steve seems kind enough, has a prominent job in the government, and was even voted Society's Best Catch. But the House Rogers is significantly higher in status than Bucky's family, which means Bucky is marrying up in Society, and marrying up doesn't only come with rewards, it also comes with certain...expectations and losses--some of which Bucky might be willing to do anything to avoid. And those opportunities might come his way.

Unless, of course, he actually starts falling in love with his new husband...

Omega Interrupted (ao3) - pandafish E, 80k

Summary: Bucky isn't a normal omega. He hasn't hit his first proper heat yet, but still it feels like he's in an almost constant state of heat. His sexual dysfunction causes the omega boarding school where he goes to send him to a clinic meant to deal with this stuff - a massive brick mansion in the middle of the beautiful woods. When Dr Steve Rogers, expert in omega medicine, sees Bucky however he's perplexed. He's never seen an omega with this particular problem before, especially not in someone so young.

So Steve decides to take him in, and since he doesn't quite know how to treat him, he just needs to experiment. And soon Bucky finds himself spending his days strapped to a chair or bench being subjected to all kinds of pleasurable machines and medical treatments by a very handsome alpha doctor...

Omega Services: Rut Assistant (ao3) - roe87 E, 175k

Summary: Bucky and his family are in desperate need of money so he signs himself up to Omega Services, essentially agreeing to rent out his body to an alpha in return for a substantial amount of cash.

As it happens, male omegas are in high demand and Bucky gets assigned a cushy corporate gig. He is now the omega of some hotshot special agent in a secretive government agency.

Bucky doesn't know much about his new alpha, Commander Rogers, but that doesn't matter. Bucky's job and sole purpose now is to wait at home for his alpha with his legs spread, and make sure his alpha is satisfied.

Surely that won't be too difficult?

Orgasmus (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain E, 13k

Summary: It had always felt like his life was nothing but decision-making; what with work, taking out the dames, making ends meet all the time at home - Bucky was always expected to have the answers. That’s how society told him he needed to be. When he was at home, though, things were different. The second his shoes came off and that front door was closed, the only thing Bucky had always wanted was for someone to take care of him.

Not ‘someone’, not really. Steve. Bucky wanted Steve to take care of him.

Salami (ao3) - L1av E, 25k

Summary: Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot.

Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

Somnophilia (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain E, 7k

Summary: In the bedroom, whatever Bucky wants, Bucky gets; and right now, Bucky wants Steve screaming by the time he’s finished with him.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

Take Me to Church (ao3) - neversaydie E, 124k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a struggling artist. It's not as romantic as it sounds.

What Steve really wants is a job as a session musician. He can play enough instruments that he could make a decent amount of money doing it, but in New York there are just too many talented musicians and not enough jobs to go around. So he takes jobs in hipster bars, hotel lobbies, at weddings and bar mitzvahs and office parties.

If he gets one more request for Let it Go, he swears he'll find it within himself to punch a child.

He lives in a tiny, shitty apartment with Sam, who was his sort-of-boyfriend for a few weeks until he decided Steve's very domestic relationship goals weren't for him. They're still pretty much best friends, luckily for Steve, because when the regular pianist at Sam's dance company runs away to Canada he's recommended his roommate and got him the job before Steve even knows about it.

Dancers. Steve's going to have to spend his days with dancers. Great.

The Simple Life (ao3) - howler32557038 E, 114k

Summary: "The simple life."

"You'll get there one day."

"I don't know. Family, stability...The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out."

Bucky wants to be part of Steve's life. He wants to be an Avenger. He wants to be a good partner. Unfortunately, sometimes that means not telling Steve everything.

Think I'm Finally Clean (ao3) - fuck_me_barnes E, 4k

Summary: In which sub Bucky wishes for rougher handling by normally gentle dom Steve, and gets probably more than he bargained for.

We have not touched the stars (ao3) - sangha E, 21k

Summary: Steve is still adjusting to life in the 21st century. His life nowadays is mostly lonely. Though he appreciates her good intentions, he always rebuffs Natasha's efforts to set him up on a date; he simply isn't interested in pursuing anything romantic.

At least, until Steve gets drunk on Asgardian liquor and a ridiculously handsome stranger at the bar catches his eye.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #smut #sex tw #bottom!bucky #top!steve #smut masterlist #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 11 – A/B/O

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: AvengersNewB

When I'm in the mood for some really great A/B/O dynamics, I always turn to Ven. She really has a gift when it comes to turning tropes on their heads and making them her own. And I love, love, LOVE the way she writes omega Tony in particular. She's incredible, and her fics deserve all the love in the world.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Must Be True

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,793 Tags: Lingerie, Praise Kink, Protective Steve

Summary: When the stakes are too high, Tiberius Stone offers his omega, Tony, as a little side incentive to close important business deals. Tonight’s business is an arms deal with the Avengers, and the alpha they’re meeting is Captain America.

Reasons why I love it: Ugh, Tiberius is such a piece of shit. Ven really captures that essence here. And oh my god, poor Tony, but at least he makes the best out of a horrible situation. I'd read a million more words in this universe, and I really hope you give it a shot too, because it's awesome!

Braid

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,378 Tags: Vikings, Arranged Marriage, Sharing a Bed

Summary: Viking Arranged Marriage AU - Young omega Tony is traded to the Vikings by Stane, for safe passage and gets married to alpha Steve Rogers the captain of the chiefly vessel.

Reasons why I love it: This one is so goddamned sweet, it almost makes me want to cry. I never knew I needed to read about Tony braiding Steve's hair, but I did, and Ven made the perfect version of it. The whole setting is amazing, and Tony's insecurities and doubts feel so real, it's like they're jumping out from the screen. I love this one more than I can say, so please go and experience it for yourself!

Never Enough

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,639 Tags: Insecure Steve, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Mpreg

Summary: "Tony, what I'm trying to say... I think you should have a baby even though I apparently can't have one. At least in the near future. I think...I think…" He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath." I think you should get bonded again"

Reasons why I love it: It's honestly refreshing to see a fic where Steve is the one who is completely insecure in their relationship. Their emotions read very true to their characters, and I love how Tony is so quick to reassure Steve that all his doubts are unfounded. Plus, the ending is so sweet it makes me want to scream into a pillow. This fic is amazing, so go ahead and read it!

Restless Gravity

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 10,929 Tags: Warlord Steve, Temporary Amnesia, Cyborgs

Summary: Omega Tony Stark gets bonded to a human-hating space warlord, to get his people a new home after the destruction of their planet. Warlord - Arranged marriage AU, with a bit of a twist.

Reasons why I love it: This fic has it all. Amazing worldbuilding, a great plot twist, identity porn, incredible characterization and wonderful dialogue. I love this one to pieces, and I hope you go and read it, because it deserves all the love in the world.

Love of Inconvenience

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,856 Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Immigration, Mutual Pining

Summary: Tony had a plan; bond with Steve to keep him from deportation until he could find Steve's childhood friend Mr. Barnes. Temporary. For convenience. The plan did not entail falling for this perfect beautiful omega.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, this fic just makes me want to grab them and smash their faces together. It's so good! The way they finally get together in the end is so satisfying, and the journey there kept me hooked the whole time. I love this fic so much, please go and give it some love!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #a/b/o

[roses-r-rosie3]

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[winterspiderpurrs]

I don’t have a specific prompt I just want done dirty winterspider goodness please

Not sure if this will scratch the itch. But! Hopefully you still like it!

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The bass was loud in the underground club he was at. Lots of people where dressed up. Some in costumes, some just your generic club outfits. Petere had on a silky unbuttoned long sleeve shirt that was tied up to expose his abs. Had a thick black cat eye make up on, his hair was already wet with sweat.

Peter didn't normally frequent clubs like this, but he was close to his heat and had a lot of pent up energy. He couldn't really spend his heat with anyone who wasn't a super/mutant, spent most of them alone but leading up to his heat he had a lot more control and didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting someone in the heat of the moments.

It was a hassel sneaking off with out being tailed, closer to his heats Mr. Stark gets very protective of him. Happy is normally his shadow until he gets locked up in his room at the tower.

After one round of dancing he decided to take a break. Moving to slide up and lean against the bar. He pulls some cash from his pocket and waves it at the bar tender. He gets a coke with grenadine. Didn't need the alcohol to dull his senses that much. He was here to work off some steam, not to get drunk.

He just finished taking a swig of his drink, resting his chin in his hand when he felt a presence next to him. He turned to look at the person, definitely an alpha. His blue eyes stood out against the smear of black around his eyes. The muzzle around his face, maybe it was part of his outfit, seemed to match. Could be a kink maybe? Worried he may end up mated? Couldn't trust himself maybe? But those muscles...

Peter turned to face the man, he bit his lip for a moment before mustering up his courage.

" Wanna dance? I'm Peter. "

Peter extends his hand out to the other. The other studied Peter for a moment before glancing at his hand before reaching out his metal hand to grab onto Peter's. Giving the strange alpha a small smile, he pulled him onto the dance floor.

They danced for what seemed like hours.

The alpha leaned down to nuzzle up against his scent patch on his neck. This close to his heat, even his patch wouldn't be able to cover up his scent, not fully at least, especially with all the sweat he has worked up dancing. It would be extremely obvious to the alpha he was dancing with that he was attracted to him. Thank goodness he wore special heat underwear under his skinny jeans. He didn't want to be that obvious with how wet he was getting. Not long after, after they switched their dancing position, him leaning back against the Alpha, lightly grinding back against him that the Alpha was lightly pushing him in the direction of the back rooms.

That is where Peter found himself, pants around his ankles, the alpha pounding into him against the bathroom stall. After the knot deflated, Peter was surprised but the sudden coolness behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he realized the Alpha just up and left.

He tried not to feel hurt, his inner omega whining at the loss of a potential mate. His eyes pricked with tears. He shouldn't be bothered, he came to the club to blow off steam and he did. He was still secretly hoping to find someone though.

And its not til later right before the airport fight would of happened. That Steve and Tony were arguing about Bucky. They had just gotten back from another mission when Peter shows up at the tower, he was due for more scent patches that Tony and him worked on.

" Umm is this a bad time Mr.Stark? I can come back later?"

Bucky stares at Peter, before looking at Starka and Steve, then back to Peter. Peter turns to look at the stranger in the room. Frowning a little " Hey... have we met before? You look familiar "

Tony moves to stand between the two to put some distance to separate the two. " No way you could know him kiddo. He is dangerous and needa to be turned in, right Steve?"

Steve sighs and shakes his head " Bucky has done some things, but these recent crimes he is being blamed for wasn't him!"

" Peter...."

The room froze when they heard Bucky say Peter's name. Them all staring at him. Tony makes some faces trying to figure out how Bucky would know. " Why do you know my pups name?"

"Your pup?"

" Shut it capsicle. I'm talking to Mr. International War crimes here... now how do you know his name?"

Bucky glances at Steve, stares at Tony, shifting his stance a little. " The Backroom club..."

Tony turns to look at Peter. He knew he wasn't one for clubs, but he recalls several months where Peter called him to pick him up late one night. The confrontation. The overwhelming smell of Alpha.

" You fucked my kid??? In a dirty ass club?"

#asks #i kinda went crazy with the gifs... #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #omega peter parker #alpha bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs #writing prompt #dont mind if someone wants to expand on this

[holylulusworld]

Her secret Santa

Summary: You believe in miracles, the good in people and yes, Santa Claus.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Card Number: 6054

Rating: Mature (due to angst and daddy kink)

Warnings: age gap (undefined), daddy kink, reader is a little special (she still believes in Santa), Christmas fluff, angst, arguments, secret Santa

Square A1 filled for @tonystarkbingo​: Apology

Square 9 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Angst

Square 2 filled for Lulu’s XMas Bingo: Secret Santa  

Words: 1,7 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Darling, can you please stop wiggling and giggling?” Tony sighs deeply as you wiggle on top of him. “Y/N, I mean it. I need some more sleep. The last fight is still in my old bones.”

You giggle at his words.

“Baby, you’re not that old,” you peck his lips, but won’t stop wiggling. “It’s just, Christmas is close, and it always makes me giddy. I love it. The tree, the lights, baking cookies, waiting for Santa.”

“Waiting for Santa?” Tony watches you straddle his lap. You place your hands on his chest, tickling him. “You mean you are playing secret Santa or something.”

“No, Tony. I’m excited to see if Santa will like the new cookies I’ll bake for him,” you smile dopily. Your eyes are glassy, just like when you slip into your favorite headspace. The one only Tony can help you find.

“Aw, you want me to play your secret Santa, huh? What do you want, baby?” he lets his eyes wander to drink your naked body in. “I know a thing or two I want Santa to help me come true.” He bites his lower lip.

“What? No, daddy,” you slap his chest playfully. “I don’t need you to play secret Santa. I’ll be waiting for the real Santa to find me at my new apartment. It will be perfect. I got the best ingredients and he’ll love the cookies. I was a good girl too all year.”

“Darling?” Tony cocks his head. He tries to find out if you are joking or not. “You are not serious. Right?”

“Of course, I’m serious, Tony,” you lean over his body to peck his lips. “Don’t you want something from Santa too? You’re a hero and a good man. He’ll bring you all the gifts you want.”

“You are serious,” Tony gasps. He can’t fathom that you believe in Santa Clause. “But Santa Claus is for children and you are a grown woman. How can you still believe in him?”

“Daddy, you are flying around in speaking armor. One of your friends is an alien, and another one has superpowers and turns green. The doctor can use magic. After all the things you saw and did you don’t believe Santa is real?”

You sit back up and stare down at Tony.

“Baby doll, you can’t believe in fairy tales. You’re too old…I mean…Y/N…” he stammers as tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling. It’s just, you’re a smart girl and…”

You get off his lap to look for your clothes. Tony tries to grab your wrist, but you slap his hand away.

“Smart people can believe in magic and wonders too, Tony,” you snap back while hurriedly throwing your clothes back on. “You witnessed wonders and the impossible. You met Gods and dark elves. Hell, you walked the line between life and death and still don’t believe in miracles?”

“Miracles. No. It was Doctor Cho, modern technology, and the help of my friends bringing me back,” he huffs as you pick your bag up. “Come back to bed, Y/N. We can talk about your fantasies later.”

“Last night you weren’t against my fantasies,” you grit your teeth. “You loved them and all the kinky ideas. The handcuffs and my sexy Mrs. Claus costume.”

“I loved it, sugar doll,” Tony hastily leaves the bed to follow you out of the bedroom. “Baby. Wait. I’m sorry, okay. We don’t always have to agree, Y/N. Please wait.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ll go home and prepare for Christmas. You can stay here, in your world filled with logic and no magic. Forget we ever met. Lose my number and look for someone who’s just like you.”

You turn around to glare at Tony. “Baby? Darling…what do you mean someone like me?”

“A dream destroyer. A grump who doesn’t believe in magic and the good in this world. I can’t be with someone belittling me for believing in something magical…”

You are gone before Tony can react. He stands in the hallways, panting as he realizes you just left him for good. “Uh-Friday. Can you find out if there’s any trace of Santa Claus being real?”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t have reliable data about Santa Claus,” the AI replies.

“Call Strange. Maybe he knows if the big red guy is real,” Tony runs one hand down his face. “I just fucked epically…”

You whine as a loud thud wakes you from your peaceful slumber. While you turn around to have a look at your phone, groaning as it’s eleven pm, a noise catches your attention.

“Who…what?” you grab your phone and silently slip out of your bed. “Friday.” You whisper. “Can you check if anyone broke into my home?”

For the first time, you are thankful Tony insisted on taking care of the security at your apartment.

“Miss Y/L/N, I can assure you that you’re not in danger. No stranger broke into your home,” the AI replies. “Merry Christmas from me.”

“Merry Christmas,” you chuckle as you sneak out of your bedroom. “Maybe it’s…no…this can’t be. Right? I used bad words and wasn’t nice to Tony.”

You silently tiptoe toward your living room.

“Santa Claus is coming to town,” you hear a deep voice sing. You hold your breath as a man with a white beard dressed in a red suit with a black belt and white fur trim, black boots, and a soft red cap with white fur trim is busy putting gifts under your tree. “Perfect. Now let’s have one of those cookies.”

He huffs and sits on your armchair to take one of the cookies you placed on a plate on the small table next to the armchair. “Hmm…very good. Cinnamon and chocolate chips.”

“I made them for you, Santa,” your eyes are wide and wet as you carefully approach Santa. “I-uh…do you like them?”

“Very much,” he turns his head to not give his features away. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll be on my way now. But…”

“But? Is something wrong, Santa?” you stop in your tracks. “Are you mad at me?”

“No-no,” he clears his throat. “I just wanted to thank you for still believing in me. Faith is hard to find these days. So, thank you Y/N.”

“No, thank you, Santa,” giggling you watch Santa get back up from the armchair. He nods, bows, and turns around to make his way toward the window. “You can use the door if you want to. Sorry, I don’t have a chimney, Santa.”

“No problem, darling,” he opens the window to jump out, making you gasps.

“SANTA! Be careful,” you run toward the window only to find him gone. “Phew, I bet he parked his sleigh under my window. I just wonder why he called me darling too…”

You went back to bed to sleep some more after Santa left.

Opening the presents before Christmas morning is forbidden so you decided on dreaming about Santa and all the gifts he brought you this year.

��WAIT!” you jolt up on the bed, gasping audibly. “He called me darling! No—no. This wasn’t Santa.”

Your heart does somersaults as you realize your own secret Santa visited you tonight.

“Friday, can you tell me who entered my apartment tonight?” you wring your hands. “It’s important for me to know.”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. “Friday, did Tony instruct you to not give me the specific information I was looking for?”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

“Friday, can you tell me where Tony is right now?”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is waiting outside your apartment. His heart rate is a little too high and he hasn’t slept well.”

“Well then, let him in,” you jump out of the bed to run toward the door.

“Opening the door now,” the AI replies as you already jump at Tony to pepper kisses all over his face.

“Daddy,” you wrap your legs around his waistline and your arms around his neck. “I knew you believe in Santa too.”

“Uh-I don’t know what you are talking about,” he pecks your nose. “I got some gifts for you, though. Darling, will you forgive me for being a Grinch? I love that you still believe in miracles and magic.”

“I mostly believe in you,” you greedily kiss Tony, whining as he cups the back of your head to deepen the kiss. “I love you, Tony.”

“Love you too, Y/N,” he carries you inside your apartment, wondering what made you forgive him so easily.

Tony was awake all night to find a way to earn your forgiveness. He doesn’t know someone already did the job. “You can play my secret Santa next year too.”

You grin.

“Secret Santa?” Tony furrows his brows. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”

Later that day you and Tony unwrap the gifts under your tree. “There’s something for you too?” you wonder aloud. “Odd.”

Tony stares at the gifts in his hands. It’s a handwritten letter and a toy he always asked Santa to bring him. Every year. Until he stopped believing in Santa Claus.

“Dear Tony. I brought you this gift to make up I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I know it’s not much but you already got the biggest gift. A gift I wasn’t able to give you. Hold her close and cherish the love she has for you in her heart.”

He looks up from the letter signed with Santa Claus, swallowing thickly. “Tony what’s wrong?” you ask as he starts to cry. “Baby? Daddy?”

“I-I think I was mistaken,” his voice cracks. “You were right. He’s still out there.”

“He is?” you jump onto the couch to have a look at the letter. “But it was you last night…right? You came and brought the gifts.”

“Darling, I was at home and tried to find a way to get you back,” he stammers. “It wasn’t me.”

“If it wasn’t you…”

Your eyes grow wide, and you look at the letter again. You wrap your arms around Tony’s neck, sniffling silently as he wraps his arms around your trembling body.

It’s hard to believe in the good, love, and magic in a world trying to drag you down all the time.

But sometimes you just need a little faith…

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[captshipper]

do-nut november '23: day 05. hole slapping

alpha!Peter x beta!Tony | genderbent | cheating, implied incest kink & teacher x student

Pylar is her student, one of the youngest at that, and Tonya shouldn't be bending over the desk for the young alpha to be pounding her as if she’s an omega in heat instead of a respectable beta married to an alpha of her own. (All respect to omegas, she has her flings with a couple of them, she helped Stevie’s hear a bunch of times, and she knows she’s behaving like one.) 

Pepper would kill her. Well deserved. What kind of person let’s a kid barely older than their own fuck them like this.

A sick fuck, that kind of person.

It’s not even the first time she cheats on her alpha, it's just the first time that it’s 1) definitely illegal and 2) with an alpha.

(If Pepper doesn’t kill her, she’s going to jail.)

The thing is that Pylar is charming, shy but with some boldness that almost demands you to be enchanted by her. She’s shorter than her fellow alpha friends, however, her comfy baggy sweatshirts hide a body that is to die for. She can manhandle Tonya like a grown-ass alpha can. Her smiles are adorable, her rambling is even more adorable, and apparently Tonya has always been her favourite scientist and can you not fall in love with her?

It started almost accidentally, nowadays Tonya thinks Pylar always planned to end up getting the professor on her bed. And she won’t deny that it was almost too easy.

Now she has a wife and a cub at home, and she’s bent over her desk, making a mess of the papers all over it, as Pylar fills her up with a cock that is way too good for such a young woman. She’s easily the largest Tonya has ever taken, it always hurts in a delicious way until her pussy is open and nice to receive it.

“You’re so fucking disgusting,” Pylar growls, Tonya clenches around her cock, wishing she could take a knot as easily as an omega just so the young alpha could knot her right now. “A little bastard, aren’t you, Mrs. Stark?”

“Y-yes.”

“I’m what? Two years older than Morgan?” She only nods. “Would you be this wet and ready taking your cub’s dick?”

“N-no,” Pylar pushes harder.

“Nah, I think you’re sick enough. She’s an alpha, right?” Tonya nods. “You’ll definitely let her have you if she asks, I’ve seen her puppy dog eyes,” can she even pretend Pylar’s wrong? “I could breed her a few siblings.”

Tonya is a little old to not have a risky pregnancy, the dirty suggestion still makes her even more turned on. She whines as Pylar pulls out, then turns her and adjusts her to lay on her back on top of the desk. Tonya’s face and chest are deeply red and she spreads her legs as much as possible. The room must be stinking with their mixed scents of arousal.

She’s naked, Pylar only has her cock pulled out through her jeans zipper. Thick, heavy and glistening with Tonya’s wetness.

“Look at this slutty hole,” the slap is heavy-handed, and sends fire all over Tonya’s body. “Oh, you like it.”

It hurts, she’s very sensitive after all the teasing and all the fucking. Pylar has no mercy on her as she slaps again and again, the noise is wet and filthy. Tonya’s pussy is even redder and more sensitive than before when Pylar bottoms out again. Her thumbs spread her lips, Tonya’s clit is throbbing, begging for attention that Pylar won’t give her.

Her pace is deliciously brutal.

Her fucking is addicting.

Tonya whines again, feeling how Pylar’s cock is pulsating and close to release. She whimpers when the alpha pulls out, sighing when she’s nice enough to jerk off and cum across Tonya’s stomach and chest.

She’ll clean her up later, as soon as Pylar is back from her high, she kneels and buries her face on the beta’s pussy. Eating her out, even if she doesn’t admit it, makes Tonya do all those lovely sounds in a way that makes Pylar keep coming back.

It’s a mutual addiction.

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Roleplay (Smut) Masterlist

99 problems (and the dice ain't one) (ao3) - kellifer_fic steve/tony, clint/phil, bruce/darcy E, 10k

Summary: Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved.

Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen.

and from my knees grew flowers (ao3) - yasgorl steve/bucky E, 14k

Summary: Bucky picks at the delicate fabric to reveal a silken black lining underneath. He holds it up in front of him and suddenly it’s like he can see himself looking at it, like he’s in a department store picking out his size, wondering if he should take it to a fitting room. He wants to hold it against his body, low on his hips.

Bucky drops the skirt like it's caught on fire.

“Uh,” he calls out, panicked and wavery.

Then he stops because he doesn’t know what to say now, or even that he wants to say it.

Castigatio (ao3) - justanotherStonyfan steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: “So explain to me,” Steve says, “and I mean give me one good reason I should let you get away with that shit you pulled today.”

Doctor Feelgood (ao3) - notlucy, piglet_illustrations (thefilthiestpiglet) steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Things are practically perfect, as far as Steve’s concerned. He and Bucky are happy. Healthy. Working through their shit and living a normal life in Brooklyn. Said normality extends to their nice, regular, fulfilling sex life. Which isn't to say it’s perfect - maybe Steve has a fantasy or two he hasn’t shared. Certain proclivities he’s happy to indulge privately. Why bother Bucky?

It’s fine. Really. Until the day Bucky comes home early and catches Steve with his pants down. Literally.

Five Secrets Worth Spilling (ao3) - longwhitecoats clint/natasha, steve/natasha, natasha/thor, bruce/natasha, natasha/surprise E, 16k

Summary: Steve helps Natasha with some secrets she's been harboring.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (ao3) - memorizingthedigitsofpi leo/jemma E, 12k

Summary: Mr Fitz and Miss Simmons are back again, and this time the focus is on pleasure instead of pain. Fitz has read up on something that strikes his fancy and Jemma is just as eager to try it out.

Honeymooning (ao3) - starrdust411 steve/sam M, 20k

Summary: Sam took a step back from the door, laughing quietly to himself as he rubbed at his eyes, pushing the frames of his glasses up to his forehead in the process. "Whoa, what are we doing?" He chuckled, shaking his head at how ridiculous he sounded. "I'm sorry man this... this is getting weird."

I Need A Favor (ao3) - EndlessStairway loki/tony M, 23k

Summary: Tony is desperate to save Pepper, he knows someone who can help, but what price will Loki, trickster god, sorcerer, enemy of Earth demand from Tony?

kept on the wing (ao3) - yasgorl steve/bucky E, 17k

Summary: “I just wanted to know if it was alright — to get you things,” Steve says, stiffly. He’s very still under Bucky, his hands on Bucky’s head and chest.

“Things,” Bucky repeats, flatly.

Kink Negotiation (ao3) - samptra steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: “Steve, I want you to know that no matter what I love you. I never want you to anything that makes you uncomfortable, or unsure.” His tone was serious, and his expression open and honest, this was his real Anthony Stark; loving and kind.

“This is kink negotiation, isn’t it?” Steve wished for the millionth time his voice wasn’t such a mess.

Anthony smiled at him brushing his hair back, tucking it behind his ears. “Yes, I guess it is,” he smiled at him softly.

Ms. Carter (ao3) - indiefic peggy/steve E, 27k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a former soldier, now an underemployed artist working for an escort service. Peggy Carter is too busy to date.

Pieces Form The Whole (ao3) - t0bemadeofglass loki/natasha E, 40k

Summary: Loki and Natasha decide to experiment with a few kinks they haven't gotten a chance to try yet.

Raise Your Glass (ao3) - minkeys steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky knows Steve in ways that his 21st century friends could never even begin to imagine. Or at least, they couldn't until tonight. It's about time somebody corrected all those historians that painted Steve as a straight-laced, God-fearing soldier, and what better way to do it than over a harmless game of "Never Have I Ever." What's the worst that could be said?

Schooled (ao3) - hannahrhen loki/tony E, 3k

Summary: Loki as the naughty schoolboy. Tony as the stern headmaster.

The challenge? Keeping a straight face.

Start All Over (in a Little Bitty World) (ao3) - Dira Sudis (dsudis) steve/bucky E, 18k

Summary: Steve had been all of nineteen years old, frustrated with the obvious pretense of dominating Bucky when he barely came up to Bucky’s shoulder, even though they both desperately wanted it to work. He’d snapped, “This is stupid, Buck! I couldn’t really boss you around when you were six years old!”

Bucky, without hesitation, had said, “I’ll be five, then. Come on, here, I’m five.”

He’d folded to his knees and looked up at Steve for the first time with Jamesy’s eyes, spoke for the first time with Jamesy’s voice, and said, “Mister? I need somebody to look after me.”

Steve hadn’t always done the best job of it, but God, he’d tried, and he’d loved trying. He wasn’t ever going to quit trying.

Writing His Own Happy Ending (ao3) - LightningStriking steve/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a writer. A gay erotic fiction writer to be precise. With a successful career, a questionably functioning computer, and an addiction to watching cat videos while eating Chinese food. Steve Rogers is an editor. Of many things, not least of all, Bucky Barnes gay erotic fiction. A working relationship that was working just fine for both parties. Until, after years of communicating purely via e-mail, the two men meet in person. And Bucky quickly realizes that Steve not only has a fantastic eye for detail, he's got a smile that could melt any heart, and a body any one of Bucky's fictional heroes would die to touch. A sentiment Bucky shares. So how does Bucky begin his immediate campaign to win his way into Steve's bed, and his heart? By playing to his strengths. In other words, by writing a new series of sex filled stories staring a muscle bound blond and a seductively enticing brunet. Any resemblance to actual persons purely intentional. If editing Bucky's steamy stories hadn't given Steve all sorts of inappropriate fantasies before, it certainly does now...

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Got A Secret, Professor Stark?

Ship: starker

Rating: NC-17

Contains: panty kink, degradation, language, smut, technical voyeurism (when you think about it), praise kink, Mr. stark kink

Initial prompt: panty-kink

Words: 4706

Summary: Peter Parker is the biggest badass in the Junior class at NYU, only Tony Stark knows the truth.

Read it on AO3

For @starkerfestivals summer bingo

This fic has been a small labor of love and I couldn't be prouder of it. Finally, my THIRD work in the Starker Festivals Bingo is done!

This is unbeta'd but has been heavily cheered on by my favourite human @cozysafechaotic and my team on the Super Starkers server. Thank you guys as always for being your badass selves.

 It's been weeks and Tony's climbing the walls. He's held off for close to two months from exposing the boy's secret. He tries to avoid looking, really he does, but he just can't help it. Badass Peter Parker, one of his top students is wearing panties. Each class period, Peter's in a short black sweatshirt and black jeans, combat boots untied on his feet. 

 He looks as though he just rolled out of bed, and each period a different boy has his arm slung over Peter's shoulders or tucked up the back of his sweatshirt. It's only when they move their fingers, or Peter raises his hand to ruffle his post-sex curls that Tony catches a glimpse of them...

 A thin line of lace just above the edge of his jeans. 

 A whisper of something softer hidden beneath the leather and studs. 

 Tony swore he was hallucinating at first, swearing to himself that he wasn't looking at his student's ass every time he leaves the room. Sometimes, during class, Peter will disappear under the guise that he has to use the bathroom. He won't come back until twenty minutes later with a dazed and disassociated look in his eyes, his hair even messier than it was before. The professor pretends nothing changed as he chews his lip, willing himself not to have an outward expression to the boy's appearance. 

 Later in his office, he wonders to himself who made Peter Parker look that desperate. He frazzles his lip, wondering how pretty the boy must sound. He wonders how delectable the boy would look in those perfect panties, the red ones from today haunting his mind more than usual. That's his color. Oh how Tony wants to make his ass match those panties.

 Thursday rolls around and Peter's in the front row again. This time though, he's leaning over a desk and kissing the boy in his chair. His black cropped sweater falls upwards at the angle, revealing a small pink sliver of lace just above his pant line. The other students around them are pretending like nothing's happening, trying their damndest to not look over and willing themselves not to feel uncomfortable. Tony smirks to himself, feeling almost sorry for them. He sets his briefcase down on the desk, unpacking his laptop and wiring it in. A few others stand around, friends from other classes around their desks, talking to his students. 

  The boy still hasn't separated from the other student for longer than necessary, his fingers slipping into the dark curls on the base of the other's neck. Tony glances at his phone briefly, answering a few texts until the clock displays 2 pm. "Alright!" he stands "If you are in this class, please take your seat! If not, doors over there." He points to the door where a late student is sneaking in. Peter breaks away finally, and a few other kids take their seats as well. 

 The mystery boy stands, allowing Peter to sit, pressing a final kiss to his mouth before leaving. Peter grabs his hand and passes him something round, a blush on his cheeks. Tony swears he hears the boy murmur, "Be good" before leaving but he may have made that up. The boy nods, either way, watching as he leaves. Peter finally meets Tony's eye, wiping the saliva off his lip with a "what are you gonna do about it?" expression. He rolls his eyes turning to the board and beginning his lecture. About halfway through though, his attention is brought back to the boy in the front row. Something about his expression has changed and he can't stop shifting. Before he can fuss with the idea, the class is over and Peter's rushing to pack up his notebook and laptop. He considers asking the boy to stay after class, hoping he could get a look up close. Before he can, Peter's disappeared out the door. 

 Tony wastes no time in his office later, pouring a glass of whiskey and sitting at his desk. The stack of lab reports on his desk stares back, dauntingly. He sighs deeply, a yawn already fighting at his mouth as he sits the crystal cup on a black coaster. The first report is atrocious and by the time he's on the eighth or ninth, it's gone three am. He falls back in his chair, hearing a door down the hall creak. "What the shit?" Tony rises, turning on his phone flashlight. "Hello?"

 Instead of a ghost or an intruder, he finds Peter Parker sneaking through the halls. "What are you doing here? It's 3 in the morning!" Peter asks, just as shocked to see Tony as he is to see Peter. 

 "I could ask you the same thing, Mr Parker. What are you doing here?"

 "I asked you first." 

 "Fine. I'm grading your class's midterm reports. What are you doing here?"

 "I'm... doing nothing. I shouldn't have come." Peter turns towards the door and for a moment he thinks Peter's going to run. Instead of running, he pushes his back against the front entrance door, shoulders falling when it clicks instead of opening. 

 "Shouldn't have come?" 

 "No. I had an idea... and now I'm realizing it was a bad idea." 

 "It was, was it?" Tony prods, "What was your idea?" 

 "I... nothing. I'm sorry." 

 "Peter, you have no problem talking in class and I see you flirting with all those people. So what's different now? What's changed?"

 "Well, this isn't organometallic chemistry class, Mr. Stark, and what I'm insinuating isn't related to chemistry either."

 "What are you talking about, Peter?" 

 "I... See, this is the issue, I don't want to say. Because maybe I am reading this whole thing wrong." 

 "I don't think you are." Tony backs up, "Something brought you here at 3:17 am. You don't just happen to be in the area and want to pay a visit to your classroom. You had to know what door would be unlocked, and what the schedules of the campus police and janitors are so that you could get in here without being seen." 

 "I know... I... er... um..." Peter flusters, stepping forwards. "O-one of my friends said you always watch me in class."

 "Well, that's a given, Peter, I am your professor." 

 "I know, but they said you watch me before and after class starts. She said that when Bucky was kissing me earlier, you almost looked upset."

 "Because you were making out in my classroom, Peter," Tony replies, walking back towards his office. He looks over his shoulder, confirming the boy is following behind. "People tend to feel uncomfortable when things like that are happening in their area of control."

 "Were you uncomfortable?" Peter asks, leaning against the desk, watching the older man take his seat behind the it, "Or jealous?"

 "I don't think I should answer that question, Mr Parker." 

 "I want you to, though, Mr Stark," Peter smirks, subconsciously licking his lower lip.

 "I don't care what you want. This is inappropriate, Peter. You know it, I know it... Every single one of our interactions this entire semester has been inappropriate."

 "What interactions? Do you know something I don't?" Peter pries, looking at Tony through his eyelashes.

 "Fuck it," Tony sighs sitting back in his chair. "Sit down and I will tell you exactly what I know."

 "Yes, Mr Stark." 

 "And we will be circling back around to that." He says, voice dropping an octave, and Tony swears he sees Peter shiver. "Okay, let's see..." The older man looks down at his desk, finding a lone mark on the side of one of the papers and staring at it. "I know that you have a crush on me. I know that you flirt with all those men to get my attention." He looks up, finally meeting Peter's eye, "I also know that you aren't as much of a badass as you want people to think you are." Peter's eyes widen as he's rendered speechless. "What's wrong? Didn't think it's obvious how much of a softie you really are?" 

 "I'm not soft!"

 "And I don't think that you thought I wouldn't notice you're... ahem... style choices?"

 "What? Wearing hoodies and jeans isn't good enough for you?" Peter bursts out, standing up, hands landing on the dark wood desk. 

 "Not what I'm talking about and you know it. You're positively squirming with nerves. Thought I wouldn't notice these?" Peter's not sure when Tony moved around the desk, but one minute he was in front of and the next he's behind him, fingers running gently over the small line of dark red lace just above his pant line. 

 "O-oh... those... I'm sorry if I caused you strife. I didn't mean to I wore these for my hookup partners. N-No other reason."

 "No other reason? None at all?" Tony purrs, hand running across his back again. Peter swallows a gasp, and Tony swears he could die a happy man listening to that sound.

 "Nope. It's definitely nothing to do with you." 

 "I never said it had anything to do with me. Why would it have to do with me? Are you telling me you dressed up for me?"

 "I.. Um... Er..."

 "Because if you did that would be really fucking hot." Peter turns finally meeting the man's eye. 

 "Wha--" 

 "You heard me."

 "Did I? Because I think I just hallucinated." 

 "You didn't, Peter. I said," Tony takes a step forwards, inching closer to the younger with each step, "that it'd be really fucking hot if you dressed up for me knowing the other students could see. I bet you wanted them to see, didn't you?" He asks, their foreheads a few inches apart. "I bet you wanted the other students to see you dressed up for me. I bet you wanted them to see me getting all riled up for you and seeing you looking desperate for me, knowing there's nothing I can do about it. Is that true?"

 "Y-yes, Mr Stark." He confesses. 

 "Fuck. And then there's that." Tony groans softly, touching his fingers to the neck of Peter's cropped leather bolero. The zip catches the light and glints gently. "You can't go around throwing Mr Stark's at me left and right, Peter. It gets in my head and it lives there."

 "Oh?" Peter teases, and Tony regrets his confession immediately. But fuck, he's too far gone to stop his voice from continuing.

 "Yes. You keep saying it over and over in class and occasionally I can hear the frustration in your voice and I wonder what would happen if you weren't frustrated from chemistry but instead from being edged and denied until you're desperate for it."

 Whatever line between them was obliterated in that one statement. 

 Before Peter can stop himself, he's crushing his mouth against Mr Stark's in a fervent kiss. He absolutely mewls at the feeling of the professor's mouth against his own, as he gasps, "Oh my god, Mr Stark, I've been wanting to do that since January!" The older chuckles at the statement, and the way the boy's voice cracks in the middle. 

 "Oh yeah? What else were you thinking about?" Tony pushes back on the boy's hips, gently pressing him against the back of his desk. He reaches his foot out to behind him and shuts the door. When it clicks, he connects their mouths again. "Were you hoping this would happen when you got here tonight? Were you hoping I was just as desperate for you as you are for me? Hoping and praying that any sort of inhibition that was stopping me would crumble the moment I saw you?"

 "Yes, Yes! I was hoping you would notice! I did it for you!" Peter whines hand covering his mouth. Tony growls in approval, touching his hand finally to Peter's wrist.

 "That's what I thought. But here's the fun part, Peter, I want this just as much as you do. I have wanted this since January. But I know you love to show off." He takes a step back, returning to his leather chair. "So. How much do you want it?" 

 "Fuck, Mr Stark, I want it." He gasps, frozen in place, the man before him rolling his sleeves up to his forearm. Mr Stark's wristwatch glints in the lamplight, and Peter notices the ends of a tattoo on his arm. 

 "Are you going to show me how much you want it, or are you going to stand there and keep ogling me all night?" Tony's deep voice asks, and Peter feels the want spread in his stomach. "I know you're flirty, you've done it all semester. Why can't you do it now?" 

 "Because you are a lot sexier than those other men," Peter confesses, mustering his courage as he rounds the desk corner. "It makes it harder when your existence is distracting. I can't focus! It throws me off my game." He stands before the man, black jean-clad knees touching Mr Stark's. He could get used to having the professor stare up at him, whiskey eyes piercing into his heart and soul. He wonders for a fraction of a second how he'd look above him, but that's a position for another day. 

 He straddles the older man's thighs, connecting their mouths together again. He gently lowers his hips, carefully avoiding Mr Stark's crotch. 

 Tony looks up at the boy, "C'mon, pretty thing. Flirt."

 "Fuck, Mr Stark," Peter whines, "I.."

 "You...?" 

 "Don't make me say it."

 "Say it or lose the jacket." 

 "Fuck." Peter gasps, pushing the shoulders of his jacket off, catching it at his elbows. Before Tony can resist, he's got his mouth at the boy's shoulder, pushing the sleeve of his shirt out farther. He drinks in Peter's whines, the boy sounding broken. "Please, Mr Stark... I have wanted you for so long, please do something." 

 "Alright. How about I tell you what to do? Does that sound like something you want?" Peter nods, meeting the older's eyes. "Now, about this jacket..." Tony begins, pushing Peter's jacket off his arms, and dropping it on the floor. The leather falls into a small pile at their feet, Peter's white undershirt following suit. "How are you doing, Peter?"

 "I'm okay, Mr Stark. We can... we can keep going if you wanna."

 "If I "wanna"?" Tony repeats, hands pausing their dancing on Peter's stomach. "Sweetheart, it's not just about me. I want you to be into this too. I told you earlier, that you're in charge. What do you want me to do to you, honey?"

 "M-may I?" Peter asks, shyly touching the buttons on Tony's grey shirt. 

 "Go right ahead." Without a moment to spare, Peter's fingers are working the buttons on the man's shirt. He reveals more and more of Mr Stark's torso, and gods is it a sight. The man's got a small tattoo under his left pec, a name. 

 "Who's Pepper?"

 "Ah... Yeah, about that." Tony begins, "She's my ex-wife. There's a long story there, but we've been separated for almost six years. I promise you that you don't need to worry about her."

 "Why is her name still tattooed on you then?" 

 "It was a whirlwind thing, I think my name might still be on her hip. I don't care to find out." To say Peter's expression changes a little would be an understatement. A light seems to fire in his eyes, brows furrowed as he stares at the script tattoo. "Are you okay?"

 "Hm?" 

 "Are you okay? You haven't stopped staring at the tattoo." Instead of replying, Peter connects their lips in a hard kiss full of desperation and want. Peter's fingers fuss over the ink, scratching gently. "Fuck, c'mon, Peter." He nods.

 "How do we want to do this?" Tony looks up at the younger, as though he could answer with his eyes. 

 "How about you remove your jeans? Let's start there." Peter nods, following directions and sliding his jeans down his legs, removing his shoes as well. 

 Tony's died and gone to heaven, he's sure of it. Before him is an angel. The small details on the younger's body are laid out before him and he begins to take stock of them. There's a heart on his hip and a bruise on his waist, no doubt from when he ran into the counter in the lab the other day. "Holy fuck." He murmurs, eyes finally landing on his prize. The boy's cock is tucked neatly into the front of the most beautiful wine-red lace panties. "Can I see the back? Turn around for me?" He begs, not even realizing he is. The boy's nodding and turning, showing his perfect ass to the older. The panties have begun grinding in between his cheeks as he's gotten harder, and the man feels a calling in his soul to find out where the line leads. Before he can stop himself, he's reached out to touch the lace, snapping the band against the boy's hip, "Fuck. These look so much better up close, Peter. You have no idea how long I have waited to see you like this."

 "Thank you, Mr Stark," He blushes, turning back to face him. "M-may I?" He asks, motioning to the growing bulge in the professor's slacks. 

 "Yes, fuck, please do." Tony spreads his legs more, allowing Peter to unzip his slacks and finally pull his cock out of its confinements. The soft groan that passes his lips has Peter smirking. The younger sinks to his knees, pressing his lips to the tip and kitten licking along it. He begins suckling, hand covering where his mouth can't reach. Tony gasps, trying his hardest to make it seem as though Peter's ministrations not affecting him. 

 "Mr Stark, fuuuuuck" Peter gasps, pulling off of the older. "I need you." 

 "Sweetheart, you read my mind. Get up here."

 "D'you have lube?" Peter asks, rising slowly to return to Mr Stark's lap. 

 "I do. It's in the desk in the center drawer." The boy reaches over, opening the drawer. It's full of pens and sticky notes and paper clips.

 "Erm... there's no lube."

 "At the back. Reach up when you get back there." The boy follows directions, finding a slot where a small bottle of lube falls in his hand.

 "Mr Stark you sly son of a fuck." He giggles, dropping the bottle in the professor's hand. 

 "Try this, 'Mr Stark you horny son of a fuck." The boy blushes, "It's your fault, I don't know why you're shy. The reason the bottle is almost empty is because of you."

 "Fuck." Peter gasps, head falling on the man's shoulder. "Just put your fingers in me god dammit." 

 "You don't have to ask me twice." Tony smiles gently, spreading lube over his fingers. "Now, take a deep breath for me." The boy nods, breathing in and before he can exhale, the feeling of his panties being pushed aside and a finger gently prodding at his hole invades his senses. 

 "More!"

 "Already? Desperate, aren't you?" Peter whines, pushing back on the fingers. Tony smirks, "Let's see what happens with three." He presses a third finger in next to the others, revelling in the broken mewl he gets in reply. "Aww, poor little Petey." 

 "Mr Staaaaark!" Peter whines, "I need mooore. Fuck me please!" The boy gasps, licking at Tony's jaw. "Please, please, please..."

 "Aw, why should I? You sound so good begging for me. Maybe I should keep you here, writhing on my fingers?" Mr Stark smirks, and Peter moans desperately. "Maybe if you ask nicely, I will." Before he can finish the statement, Peter's gently smiling into his neck.

 "Please, Mr Stark."

 "Please what?"

 "Fuck me! Please fuck me, Mr Stark!" Peter begs so prettily that Tony could die happy listening to it. "Please please please please please fuck me!" 

 "Aww, of course, honey." Tony kisses Peter as he opens the lube, spreading it over his cock. "Ready?" when Peter nods, he presses the head of his cock against Peter's ass. "Hold on for me, this might feel uncomfortable at first."

 "Mr Stark, I've had sex before. Don't worry, I'm clean. I get tested often with my friend."

 "Alright." He presses in more, giving peter a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. He obliges when Peter begs for more. "Fuck you're so tight, Peter. Such a good boy." Tony's caught off guard when Peter brokenly moans. "Oh, you like that?" Peter raises his head, running his fingers through Tony's hair, pressing their lips together again. "Hm? I didn't hear a reply on that?" In lieu of a reply, Peter nods silently, reconnecting their mouths. "Aww, a shy little Peter enjoys when I tell him how good he is? Wouldn't have pegged you for that."

 "There's a lot about me you don't-- oh fuck!" He gasps. Mr Stark decided at that moment to begin thrusting gently upwards. 

 "A lot that I don't what?" Tony smirks, not pausing his hips.

 "There's a-- It's not important" Peter replies, head falling on Tony's shoulder. "I just was saying how you didn't know a lot of things about me."

 "Oh? Like what don't I know about you sweetheart?"

 "You didn't know about my praise kink, you don't know that I like to watch old black and white films sometimes when I'm sick and you don't-- oh fuck!"

 "Don't what?" Tony teases, "Finish your sentences, honey, you're doing so good." 

 "I was saying that you don't-- you don't. Oh, fuck please!" 

 "Aww, c'mon baby... You're being so good for me. Just a little longer. Tell me what you think I don't know and I will let you cum."

 "Please don't make me! You know what you don't know!" Peter melts, body becoming loose and malleable. The older wraps an arm around his hips, changing angles. He knows he's hit Peter's spot when the boy cries out brokenly.

 "Holy fuck, Mr Stark!"

 "C'mon, what don't I know? You said I don't know about your praise kink, that you watch old films, and what's the third thing? You've got me on edge baby." He smirks internally at the wordplay, scratching gently at Peter's back. "What don't I know? Hm? Is it that you aren't really as much of a whore as you act like you are? Is it that I know you don't actually call out the names of those men when they fuck you against the bathroom wall? Is it that you have been lusting over me for the last few months? How about that you're being such a good boy for me. Because believe me, I know all of that. I'm smarter than you think, baby." He licks gently at Peter's neck, biting softly when the boy tilts his head to give him more space. 

 "No! I think you don't know how much I wanted this."

 "That's not true and you know it. You know I have known. You wouldn't have dressed in those pretty panties every week if you thought I didn't know. You wanted to put on a show. Is that what you think I didn't know? How much you wanted to show off for me? How much you enjoy distracting me in class by bringing in upperclassmen like Barnes to kiss at the desks while I teach? Do you enjoy showing off for me, Peter?"

 "Fuck yes I do! Please!" He jolts his hips against Mr Stark's, connecting their lips as he grinds against his stomach. "Please! I told you what you wanted to know, please please please let me cum! I did what you asked!!" Tears start falling past Peter's eyelashes and Tony swears it's the prettiest thing he's seen all week. One desperate Peter Parker begging and crying on his lap and the feeling of the boy tightening around him as he does.

 "Holy fuck, Peter!" Tony growls, grabbing the boy's hips, making damn sure there will be bruises left behind. "Want to know what I have waited for all this time?" 

 "Fuck, please, Mr Stark! Please, please please..." 

 The boy trails off in an almost incomprehensible slur of begs and Tony's slipping, fast. He presses closer to the boy, sucking deep purple marks into the skin of his neck. Peter's gasps are broken into whimpers and mewls as the older continues, "I have waited to see you fall apart on top of me. I have waited to see what all those little playmates of yours have gotten to see before me. But what they didn't know? They didn't know you wished to be mine, did they?" 

 "N-no, no, no..." Peter's fingers curl into fists on the man's shoulders, "They didn't know..."

 "What else didn't they know?" Tony prods, reconnecting his mouth on one of Peter's nipples, setting a bruising pace into the boy's spot.

 "That I wasn't thinking of them. I was thinking of you. I was wishing they were you. When I was on the floor in the bathroom all those times, I was dreaming that it was you." his eyes flutter shut, moaning softly at the repetitive rhythm being interrupted as Mr Stark's hips stutter. "Fuck, I was wanting it to be you above me, Mr Stark, wanted it to be you begging for me and telling me how good I am!"

 "Oh, is that so? Wanted me to tell you that you feel so perfect for me? Like you were made just for me? Wanted me to tell you that, fuck...." Tony trails off as he feels a tightening in his lower stomach. "Wanted me to tell you that you are such a good boy? That I wish that all your little playmates could see you right now? Do they make you like this, Peter? Can they tear you apart this perfectly? Do you beg this prettily for all of them?"

 "No! Just you, just you, fuck! Please, Mr Stark, I'm so fucking close, please." He whines, voice breaking into a sound unlike Tony's ever heard. It becomes his life mission to rip that sound from the boy again.

 "Gods you sound amazing, baby," Tony purrs, "Are you getting close? Gonna start begging some more for me?"

 "Fuck please, please, please please!!" Peter cries out, pressing his hips down against Mr Stark's, reaching a hand down to take his own cock in hand. 

 Before he can reach though, Mr Stark's hand bats it away, "Let me. I want to make you feel good everywhere so that all of your playmates feel inadequate. I want you to get what you have craved -- ruined by me." 

 "Fuck, please!" Tony smirks to himself at the boy, "I'm so fucking close please!" 

 He licks into Peter's mouth one final time before growling, "Ready? When I say go, I want you to cum like the good boy you are." Peter nods, hands gripping the older's shoulders. 

 "Please..." he weeps, desperate tears streaming.

 "Alright, pretty thing... three... two... one..." He pushes his hips up more, the burning becoming almost intolerable. His voice drops to a deep purr as he growls, "Cum. Fuck! Cum for me, Peter. C'mon...." 

 As if waiting for his cue, Peter's hips push back to connect to Tony's, the overwhelming feeling of both of their orgasms clinging to every inch of Peter's being. "Fuck, Mr Stark!!" he cries.

 "That's it, that's a good boy. Keep going..." He runs his fingers over Peter's cock, as a few final spurts land on his chest. It's at that moment that he looks down and finds that the tattoo of Pepper's name is concealed under cum. 

 "Was that intentional?" Tony gasps, bringing the younger's attention down to his chest and to the tattoo. Peter blushes a deep pink, covering his mouth with one hand and shrugging his shoulders. 

 "N-no... but now that I'm looking at it, who's to say it isn't?"

 "Gods..." Tony's head falls back against the chair, smiling affectionately. "Do you want to stay put or move to the couch? I need to grade your class's midterm papers either way." 

 "No, you don't." Peter purrs, "You need to come fuck me again, Mr Stark."

 "Gods one taste of poison and you're already begging for it."

 "No, I'm begging for you, Mr Stark." 

 Oh, fuck this kid is going to kill him.

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The Scent of His Cologne ch6 (End)

Marvel | Starker

When Peter was twelve years old he ran away from home. If only he would have known that he wouldn't see his father again for eight years. Now he's broke, living in an apartment the size of a closet and working three jobs to get by. When he meets a handsome stranger at his weekend job he thinks his luck might finally be starting to turn.

Rating: Explicit

Wantings below

Warnings and tags: incest/incest kink, daddy kink, hesitance, public sex, praise kink, light degradation, overstimulation

Peter sat on his daddy's lap. His work meeting was boring and Peter had taken out his phone to play a game on it. Daddy was always working. He said that's what it took to run an empire, but Peter rolled his eyes. He had people for this kind of thing. Wasn't boring meetings what they had Pepper for? She'd been just the right person to replace Obediah after all. Couldn't she do all the stuff he used to do? But noo, Tony was hesitant after everything that happened. Which was fair, but deeply boring. Or maybe Peter had just gotten a little spoiled over the last year on his daddy's lap.

"I'm sorry," the man standing in front of them said. Peter glanced up from his phone. The little scoff at the end of this word didn't sound very sorry, but that would change if he was being rude.

The man glanced between Peter and Tony. Peter smirked. He was about to be very sorry, judging by the look on his face. Something very, very, stupid was about to come out of his mouth.

"It's just," he continued. "Is it take your kid to work day? I hadn't realized."

Tony took a slow breath. Peter could feel it against his back. He didn't say a word, but Peter watched as the man quickly paled.

"I-I sorry, sir. I meant no disrespect."

"Didn't you?" Tony asked. Peter could practically hear his eyebrow twitch that way it does when he's irritated. 

"I uh... I just wondered uh... I thought I would be meeting you alone."

"The only thing you should be thinking about is apologizing to my husband."

The man shrunk in on himself as he looked at Peter. "Right. I'm sorry, Mr. Stark-"

"It's Parker. Peter Parker. I'm an independent man," he said with a shining smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Parker." He stood waiting awkwardly for Tony to absolve him.

"No. That's not good enough," Tony said. "Get on your knees." He opened his mouth, but he only ended up flapping like a fish as he slowly sank down. "Come here." Tony whistled like he was calling a dog. The man crawled forward until he was at their feet. Peter stared down his nose at him for a moment. Then he stuck out his foot. The man blinked in shock and looked at them both. Peter couldn't see the look Tony gave him but it was enough that he gently cupped his hand around the back of Peter's heel. He bent his head and pressed his lips against the leather of his shoe.

He looked at Tony for approval.

"Get off the floor," he spat. The man scrambled to get back to where he was.

Peter smiled at him pleasantly. "You like these? They're Gucci. Daddy bought them."

He cleared his throat. "They're very nice," he said. His face was a humiliated scarlet.

"Daddy are we done yet?" Peter turned to look at him and pouted.

"Yes, I think he's finished," Tony agreed.

The man nodded awkwardly and started backing away. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Stark," he said. "And you Mr. Parker." He hurried from the room. Peter snorted a laugh.

"Can we go home now?"

"You are a spoiled, impatient, brat," Tony teased.

Peter turned all the way around and sat straddling his thighs. He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah and what about it?"

Tony laughed. He wrapped his around around him. "Yes, we can go home. Since you insisted on provoking my business partner."

Peter snorted. "He shoulda known better. That's his problem."

"So it has nothing to do with my cum dripping out of your ass right now?"

Peter's face turned hot. His eyes darted to the pair standing guard by the door. "No..."

Tony chuckled. "So bashful all of a sudden. And you were such a slut this morning. Following me around, begging for it, until I bent you over the back of the couch and used you like you wanted."

"And left me hard," Peter pouted.

"It's what you deserve don't you think? Trying to get me to skip my meeting just because you're horny. And now look what you've done."

Peter batted his eyes. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"Why don't you show me how sorry you are?"

Peter bit his lip. "But..."

Tony's raised an eyebrow. "So you can dance practically naked all over your little club, but this is too much for you?"

There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that Peter couldn't tolerate. He slid back on Tony's lap until he could reach his belt and pulled it open.

"That's my good boy."

"Daddy's boy," Peter said with a little smirk.

"From daddy's own loins."

"Tony," Peter hissed. He glanced again at the guards.

"Come on." Tony bounced his leg to get him moving. "Don't waste my time, sweetheart."

Chewing his lip, Peter started again. He slipped down from Tony's lap and kicked off his shoes before squeezing himself out of his too-tight jeans. His underwear was, in fact, sticky wet with cum and he shed those away too. He went back to Tony's pants, working them open and finally taking his cock in his hand.

"That's it, baby. Get daddy's dick wet."

Peter blushed. He bent at the waist and took it into his mouth. The feel of it on his tongue turned his brain off like a switch leaving him moaning and drooling. He only stopped when his shirt slid down and got in his way. He stood and tossed it aside before getting back too it. Tony sighed above him. His hand rested light in his hair, threatening but not pushing. Not until Peter took too long taking him down into his throat. Then Tony pushed him down on his cock. Peter choked, but he stayed still and pliant listening to his daddy moan while he gagged.

Daddy pulled him back up and Peter let the spit gathered in his mouth run down to leave a slick mess on his cock.

"Ride it," Tony ordered. His voice was deeper with lust, 'no' was not an option outside of a safeword and Peter was too cock drunk to even consider it. He climbed back on his father's lap and sat down on his cock. He moaned, going crossed eyed. Nothing felt as good as his dad's cock.

"Good boy, Petey. Earn it, sweetheart. Impress me."

Peter whined. He slowly lifted up and slid back down. He had to hold on to the chair, he felt so unsteady. His legs shook. It felt so good. Slowly, he picked up the pace until he was riding him as hard as he could. He didn't even need to touch his cock and he was close.

"Daddy-daddy can I cum- can I please?" Peter panted.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart, but you don't stop riding until I tell you too."

That was mean. So mean and the worst part was that it turned him on so much that he came anyway. Then he was left mewling and shaking, struggling to keep going even when his ass felt raw and the pleasure felt more like pain.

"My good boy," Tony purred. "Daddy's little fleshlight."

Peter whimpered "Daddy please."

"Open your mouth."

Peter did and he stuffed three fingers into his mouth then squeezed in a fourth. He couldn't even close his mouth around them. He just sat there drooling while Tony prodded at the back of his throat.

"That's it, pretty boy. Grind on my cock and gag for me. Be a good whore for your father."

Peter moaned. He did as he was told, brain too foggy to do anything else. He whined while he rolled his hips and gagged when Tony pushed his fingers into his throat. His daddy panted against his neck and then finally he groaned, cumming hot and deep inside him.

"Good boy," he breathed. "My good boy."

"Daddy," Peter answered back. He laid back against Tony's chest, cock still inside him. He was all sticky and sweaty, but Tony still cuddled him. They stayed like that until Peter became hyper aware that they still weren't alone.

"Now can we go home?"

Tony chuckled. "What? I thought you had more stamina than that. I thought we could try the table next."

Peter pouted. He pulled himself off of Tony's lap and put his clothes back on. "You can take me shopping, too. These jeans are ruined."

Tony wrapped his arm around his shoulders as they walked out. "Anything you want, sweetheart."

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tony absolutely has a “peter calling him mr. stark” kink

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