mr-t-stark

[mr-t-stark]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

[mr-t-stark]

Natasha's always been brutal. In the way she cares, in the way she stays loyal, in her stubbornness. There's a beautiful kind of brutality in her, in everything she does. Sometimes it makes his chest swell with feelings he couldn't address, not yet, not now, and sometimes, it drives him wild.

Like this, as she yanks him into a brutal kiss, Tony feels wild.

He gets the memo; she's too worked up for any teasing. He can work with that. What is Tony, billionaire philanthropist, if not anything but generous?

His lips pull themselves into a smirk as he kisses back, a huff turns itself into a chuckle as it leaves him, falling in the air trapped between them. He trails a hand to her thigh, grips the flesh. He bodily pins her down to the bed.

"Do you want me in you, baby? Hm?" he pants, "I've got you. I'll give you everything. I promised, didn't I?" And with that, he holds the base of his cock, nudging the head on her clit and then smearing around her wetness, then slides all the way inside her with a punched-out groan. "God, you always feel so good." He says, beginning to move. His hands find themselves behind her knees, pushing her thighs flush to her chest in a mating press. He sets a pace just the way she likes it; brutal.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

His index finger slides in and out slowly as he works his tongue on her, pulling back to chuckle when all she could do is moan, but dives back in the next second. His other hand reaches down to stroke his cock, once, twice, three times. Just to relieve some of the pressure. He doesn't want to finish yet; he's got plans.

He makes sure to build her up, mouth and finger relentless. He pushes her thighs down to make sure she doesn't kick his head to the side. He rubs at her g-spot, maintaining eye contact. Slow, firm circles, then faster, then slowing down again. He hums occasionally, knowing she can feel the vibrations. His eyes grow lidded, but they stay open the same way his movements stay confident.

He presses firmly onto that pleasure point, delivers a wink successfully, and pulls back completely with a smirk. Knees on the bed, he grabs his dick, squeezing the base.

"Look at you." He chuckles. He did this. It makes his chest swell with... something. "Only cum when I say so," he says, and then softer, "alright?"

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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He grins up at her; a sloppy, boyish thing, letting her tug him up. He reaches forward for a kiss, perhaps lingering for too long, but who can blame him? He's been deprived of this for days. Of her touch, of her presence, of her.

He doesn't care that they're wet, or that they're dirtier than when they stepped in. They're getting dirtier anyway. His hand wraps around her wrist, urging her out the bathroom door. The air will dry their dampness. He nearly slips on the way to the bed, but catches himself. They've had enough accidents while having sex, thank you very much.

He finds himself panting as he pushes Natasha onto the mattress, immediately slotting himself between her legs. He kisses her, chaste, and mumbles, "Now this is better."

He moves downwards and buries his face into her cunt with an unabashed moan. He's mindful of his goatee, making sure it doesn't leave burns, but the thought makes his cock throb. He flicks his tongue over the tip of her clit, moves up to circle the hood. His fingers reach up, easing a digit slowly into her and crooking it upwards. "'S this what you wanted, baby? Hm?" He pushes it in and out slowly, looking up from between her legs.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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He's lost in the pleasure. Tony doesn't need to think; he just needs to do, and to feel. Some part of his mind is fully aware that he's putting himself in a vulnerable position like this, on his knees, but another part of him knows he's the one holding the wheels here.

Natasha's pleasure is his. She will only take what he gives her, and he's willing to give her everything. Sex is more meaningful with her this way. It's always been, for the record, but this? The willingness to peel away everything and lay theirselves bare, existing only as two beings driven by pure want?

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

When the praise falls from her lips, that's when it happens. It's like a flipped switch. Tony's cock twitches involuntarily, thighs squeezing together. His mind zeroes in on the feeling of her wet heat on his mouth. His tongue moves, eager, wanting to please. He laps up along her cunt, suckling on the clit. He pulls back to mumble, a little deliriously, "Forget about showering. Bed?" He grips her thighs, a question in his eyes. It's her decision.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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"Fuck," he whispers raggedly into her lips, kissing back with fervour, hips bucking up into her heat. Every touch makes his body sing. Every noise heats his skin, melts his mind into nothing but a want. He is Natasha's, in this moment, existing only for their pleasure and for this moment. He is a vessel for her using.

His hands wander up her waist and hips as she recalls her fantasies, muffling a sound in her skin as her words send a throb to his dick. He feels it twitch inside her.

He pulls his head back, surprised to find himself panting, hot breaths against her wet skin. "Everything?" He pulls his cock out gently.

And then Tony drops to his knees. He doesn't think twice about it. He reaches up and immediately latches his mouth onto her cunt, lapping up at the wetness. He flicks the tip over her clit, moves his tongue downwards as he presses the nub with a thumb. He pulls off with a smack of wet lips, says as he moves his thumb in slow circles, "I'll give you everything." There's earnestness there, hidden beneath the heat.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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Tony muffles a groan into her neck at the image of Natasha getting off under this same shower, hips bucking up into her with a curse. His hand turns rough as it kneads her breast, pinching the nub with a thumb and index.

"Bet you were thinking about me, huh?" He pants into her ear, dragging his cock along her walls, sliding out slowly only to thrust upwards with force. "I bet you were imagining me doing this," he shoves his cock up, "or this," he flicks a thumb over her nipple, dragging a nail over it gently, "or this," he pulls her into a kiss. Thrusting his tongue inside, exploring her mouth, licking the roof of it.

When he parts, he whispers roughly, "Tell me, baby. What did you imagine me doing? How did I pleasure you?" He's stopped thrusting now, hands landing on her thighs with a grip.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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Tony kisses her, slow and languid and with meaning, only parting briefly to mutter breathlessly into her lips, "I missed you, too," before diving back in.

When he pulls back it's with a strangled moan, hips thrusting forward into her heat. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, "God, I kept you waiting, did I?" This is so much better than whatever he was doing in the lab.

He guides Natasha's hips down to meet his cock, sliding a hand upwards to cup her breast gently, thumb circling her nipple. "You're so beautiful. And I'm so lucky." He thrusts in and out, water hitting his hair. "Fuck, at this rate we'll step out of that door dirtier than when we stepped in." He chuckles.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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His thumb presses her clit as he groans, feeling Natasha's lips on his throat. He's overcome with the need to please her, feeling a swell of pride at the way she surrenders to him like this. He can't imagine being anywhere else or doing anything better than this.

He rubs her clit in circles one final time, before letting go to grab his dick in two, quick strokes. He lines it up her cunt, swiping the head to spread the wetness, says, "Look at you. So wet for me. All for me." It's a dizzying kind of power, knowing he could do this to Natasha.

He presses in slowly, pulling out halfway through only to push back in further. He takes his time, slowly sinking into the heat between her legs. His hand reaches up to cup her jaw. "Let me enjoy you," he breathes out. "God, you feel so good around me."

He's needed this.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

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Please. The word sends a bolt of satisfying pleasure down his spine.

"Fuck," he curses into her lips, and wastes no time to plunge his middle finger inside of her. He thrusts in and out, goatee dragging against her cheek as he leans to her ear and whispers, "Look at you. You needy little thing. Do you want me to make you feel good?"

He slides his finger upwards to her clit, rubbing, and then spreads his palm over her cunt possessively. "You're so beautiful like this, Natasha. Fuck, I'm so lucky."

He kisses her neck, nips at the spot behind her ear. He could do this forever.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

At Natasha's request, Tony groans. This woman has no idea what things she does to him.

His hands fly down to grab her hips, groping the flesh firmly, making their way to her ass where he kneads and squeezes. "You greedy thing," he breathes into her mouth, immediately plunging his tongue back in as if he can't bear the thought of pulling away.

The feeling of her skin against his feels maddening. He trails his fingers downwards, across wet skin and over the leg she hooks over his hip. Natasha's spread open for him in this position; it drives him a little wild, how lewd this is. They've done this multiple times before, but he can never get over how addicting it is.

He rubs the inside of her thigh; up and down, up and down. Sometimes inching his thumb closer to the space between her legs, but never touching. "You want me to touch you, my sweet girl?" he whispers, ragged and breathless, "Tell me how much you want it." His hand stops, squeezes her thigh firmly.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark. The way she says his name in that voice makes his cock twitch. His eyes flutter shut at the onslaught of kisses she peppers over his jaw, the words she spoke a mere mumble over the sound of shower water and the fog that's overtaken his brain.

But the words kiss me--he hears clearer than ever.

He latches his lips onto hers in a bruising kiss, hands itching to grab her waist or card through her wet hair but resisting. He feels her leg--wet and slick and warm--wrap over his hip, and pulls back slightly. "Jesus, you're flexible," he mumbles, breathless, and then leans forward to kiss her again. For a moment, there is nothing but the feeling of his lips on hers.

He's needed this. He didn't know he did. Natasha always knows what he needs.

He nearly slips on the wet floor when he tries to thrust forward to get some stimulation, but catches himself. They don't need a repeat of that accident.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

Iron Man, 2008 dir. Jon Favreau

[mr-t-stark]

"Hey, I'm not that ol--" His words are cut short as she pins his wrist above his head, and Tony does an experimental tug. The hold doesn't budge, and he gulps.

His hips stutter forward against her thrust, wet skin sliding on wet skin. He doesn't intend to move his hands. Natasha's in full control now, and he doesn't wish to fight against her orders. The thought sends a bolt of electric pleasure down his spine.

The steam in the shower in starting to turn his brain into nothing but a puddle of excitement and pleasure. He can't think. He can only feel. He blearily registers the sleepiness catching up again, blurring his vision, but that's probably the shower water.

Natasha looks gorgeous like this. Wet and wild. Tony can't help the groan he lets out as she rubs his chest, the touch burning like a brand. When she reaches downwards to wrap around him, he bites his lip and throws his head back.

"Fuck, you were right," he mumbles, hoarse. "What was I doing down there?" He was missing out on things. Things like this.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

"Good girl," he practically growls out. He leans down to kiss her again, licking over her teeth and into her mouth, mixing their saliva together until it's impossible to tell them apart. It's filthy, the sounds she's making.

He pulls her bottom lip gently with his teeth, biting down with a tug just enough for it to hurt slightly, before letting go. He shuffles down to pull her wet panties down her legs, throwing it behind him and hears it landing on the sheets. He leans down, fanning hot breaths on her wet cunt, rubbing up and down the insides of her thighs.

And then he licks a hot, wet stripe. His hands grip her thighs and push it down roughly so she won't move. He thinks it's enough to bruise the skin. He catches her clit, sucking, and then letting go. Latching on again, and then letting go again. He doesn't linger, repeating it in a vicious cycle.

And then he goes lower to thrust his tongue inside her, slurping up the slick. He hears the wet sounds he's making; it's obscene. His nose hit her clit repeatedly, goatee brushing against her skin.

He pulls back suddenly, knees on the bed. He rubs his cock through his jeans to relieve some of the tension.

"You like this, don't you?" He plants a hand beside her and leans on it as he hovers above her face. He shoves a rough finger inside her, thrusting in and out. "You like it rough, hm? Isn't that right? Naughty girl. You act so sweet but you're far from innocent, are you? Look at you, moaning for my dick. Answer me." He adds another digit inside. He sets a quicker pace.

"Don't you dare come until I say so, do you hear me?"

He feels something warm and wet from where she sits on his groin. He smirks, thumb stroking the underside of her breast, inching closer to the little nub perking out from inside her dress but never touching. "Sensitive, are we?"

Sir. The word makes his head spin. Maybe it's the champagne.

He thrusts slightly upwards with a grunt when she rocks down on him. He lets her lead his hand down her dress, and when he comes in contact with her panties, he squeezes roughly. He places his middle finger right on her clit, pressing but unmoving. Just pressure; nothing else. She can only take what he gives her.

When she latches her lips onto his the same time she pulls his hair, sending sparks of pain down his spine that only registers as pleasure in his head, however, is when he loses control.

He gets off his chair and lifts her off by the hips, slamming her to the nearest surface; which happens to be a wall. He kisses her with fervour, pushing his tongue in to a slippery dance with hers. He pulls away with a wet smack of his lips, whispering into her ears, "What do you want, sweet girl? How do you want me to pleasure you?"

[mr-t-stark]

The growl she lets out makes his hands pause in its ministrations, breath catching in his throat. One second he's had her pinned to the wall, and the next, she's on him, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Jesus. His dick twitches.

Tony is rendered completely speechless as she pushes forward until they're chest-to-chest, hands caught mid-air until the shampoo and suds wash off under the water, eyes fluttering. He thinks it might be the water dripping down his lashes, but knows it's out of pleasure from the proximity between them.

There's something feral in her eyes as they stare, and Tony knows his shower isn't small, but this close, he feels like a bug trapped in a box.

He makes a small sound in his throat. "Do it, then," he says, challenging. His hands lower to grab her ass, squeezing forward roughly. He's not sure who's in control anymore.

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Tony cards an oily hand through his greasy hair. He stifles a yawn, exhaustion creeping into his vision, but he quickly blinks them away to focus on the task at hand.

"JARVIS, turn up the volume, will you?"

The chorus of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long reverberates through the room. He can feel it in his bones. This is what he needs.

It's a new suit; he's made several blueprints already, all with different uses in case different battles call for a different suit. He needs to be prepared for every possibility. Every one of them.

After the New York invasion and the whole fiasco with Loki and the Chitauri, Tony's been on edge. He's never seen the universe so... dark. A vast abyss.

Tony's a scientist. An engineer, first, but a scientist second, still. He knows the universe. It's endless and bright and filled with so much life. But what he saw out there?

It was terror. Everything spoke of a dark age. Everything spelled an incoming danger.

That's why he needs the suits. They're everything to him. Tony can't protect the world, or his loved ones--Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, the team, and by god Nat--just as Tony Stark.

But he can as Iron Man.

And you may be thinking: Why so many suits? It's not like it's the end of the world, Tony.

Well. To that Tony says: Fuck off, I'm Tony Stark. You don't get to tell me what to do.

So here he is, not exactly remembering when his last meal or his last shower or his last nap had been, cooped up in the lab and tweaking his newest project--Mark... uh, he's lost count--with a screwdriver.

That's when he hears the doors to the lab sliding open, jumping at the sound. He readies his repulsor, aims it as he turns--

Only to land his eyes on a familiar figure. He pulls his gauntlet back down.

"Couldn't have warned me?" The music turns down as if on cue. "Don't turn down my music, J," he says, disappointed, and turns back to his work. "And hi to you too, I guess." That one he directs to the person in question.

[mr-t-stark]

Deeply Exhausted Starters

"You can barely stand, you need to lie down."

"When's the last time you slept?"

"You're not fooling me, I can see the bags under your eyes."

"Rest is not optional!"

"You promised you wouldn't stay up all night reading."

"I'm just - exhausted - I'm sorry -"

"I can't remember the last time I slept."

"I just want to rest for a bit."

"I'm so tired, I can't think."

"I'm trying, I am, I just... I just wanna lay down..."

"No, I'm not tired. Leave me alone."

"It doesn't matter, I can't sleep anyway."

"Leave me alone, I'm an adult, I choose when I go to bed."

"Oh, like you're any better?"

"I'm not even that.. that tired, I'm... mm, I'm fine."