#iron man drabble

[larcenywrites]

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

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

It’s a bit silly at first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

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

When you cum, so does he.

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

[fluffyprettykitty]

Can I request the prompt 10 (love confession prompts you reblogged yesterday) with tony please? He's always doing something stupid, this is perfect for him 😂😂😂 maybe the got hurt on a mission or a car accident, something like that

Pairing: Tony Stark x assistant! g/n reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 826 words

Outline: Working for Tony meant checking him for injuries every five minutes.

Author's Note: the prompt is: 'Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud'. Nonnie how about Tony is always doing something stupid just to get your attention?, How about that? <3

Warnings: swearing.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

You roll your eyes and take a step back just to sigh deeply as you are looking at the image in front of you. It's eight am, and your boss Tony Stark is still in his lab working on god knows what while still wearing his tuxedo from last night.

You never knew being his assistant would be like this, begging him to sleep and take a break and most importantly to wear protective gear. If not always, maybe once in a while.

"For fuck's shake, Tony." You balance the tray with his breakfast on your left hand and push the glass door announcing your presence.

Momentarily Tony stops and looks at you. "Morning already?" He chuckles and returns to his work, holding a gas lighter in his hands and fixing something.

"Did you sleep at all?" Futile question but you like to hold on to hope.

"Yes." He glances back at you with a shit-eating grin. "Feeling very well rested."

"Tony." You sigh again and place the tray on the table closest to him. Almost immediately he reaches out for the cup of coffee and downs it with a loud gulp. You narrow your eyes as you watch him wondering how on earth his throat is not burning.

He winks at you as he places the mug back on the tray and returns to his work.

"Thank you for this lovely breakfast. Much appreciated."

"Tony, you have to eat something."

"Two cheeseburgers. Call me when they arrive."

You roll your eyes once again and look at the tray. Maybe if you left it there he'd munch on the sandwich. Maybe you could tell him that the cook had an emergency and didn't show up today and you had to make his breakfast, maybe then he'd see. But you don't tell him anything, you just nod your head, and inform him of his schedule, bulleting things you know he doesn't want to hear.

"That's all for today." You conclude and move to leave the room but just then a loud thump was heard followed by a crank and Tony groaning.

What was he working on had exploded on his hands and now it was all smoke? Panicked you reach out for him asking him if he's injured as the smoke sprinkles in the house pour out the water in the designated place. This scene had played out too many times, already and you feel your heart sink when you hear Tony's laugh.

"Not as hot as your coffee." He points out, pushing the machines away. "Would have loved to have it finished though. Better luck next time."

"Tony one of these days you're gonna harm yourself and I'll be the one having to call the coroner."

"Remind me to write it in my will that no one should prosecute you for any harm."

"Tony, it's not funny. You should be at least wearing a helmet and protective gloves."

"Hmm, I could have sworn at some point I was actually wearing them."

"Oh my god, Tony."

It's almost stupid trying to find reason with Tony Stark. It's almost as if words just leave his ears without ever contacting him. You don't know if you still have it in you to yell at him and scold him for all the things he doesn't seem to care about. If only you could take care of him. If only. You begin to move away from him, the feelings getting too much. How much more can you watch him harm or injure himself again and again until it's too much?

"Why did I have to fall for you?" You murmur to yourself as you push the door open.

"What did you say?"

"Huh?" You narrow your eyebrows together and let go of the glass door rushing a little for the stairs. There's no way you said that out loud, right? Maybe he thinks you were talking to yourself. No harm was done, at all.

"Y/N." He shouts after you and begins to walk towards you, reaching out for your hands.

Shit, you really can't run up the stairs, you're gonna have to see him again no matter what. Might as well, quit and move to Botswana. He'd never find you there.

"What did you say?" You shut your eyes as he touches your hands which are now curled inside your fists.

"Ever thought that I might be doing some things just for you to notice?"

You don't want to open your eyes, if you open your eyes, the dream will surely end.

"I got all day, don't worry, I can wait." He chuckles as he leans forward and you can feel his lips against your knuckles. Soft, warm, and full of love.

It takes you several moments to open your eyes and even more to speak again and when you do, you finally repeat the words back to him. And he responds by sealing your lips together like a promise.

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you,” Tony had motioned to JARVIS to cut the music when he first caught sight of you climbing down the stairs to his workshop. Now it was only the ambient sounds of his lab that surrounded you, a pleasant background noise you’d long been used to.

“Tony you say that every time I bring you coffee,” you let the amusement you felt warm your voice, handing Tony the cup of coffee you’d brought down to the lab for him, reaching it out to him from across his desk.

“Ok well that must mean it’s true. You know the fact that it’s true because I said it.”

You shook your head but followed Tony’s unspoken directions and moved closer to his seated form, allowing him to gently pull you down onto his lap. “So I’m just supposed to believe everything you say now?”

“Well I am a genius, you know,” Tony’s hand was calloused and warm on your thigh, a finger slowly sliding back and forth across the material of your pants. He had a smile tucked into the corner of his mouth, hidden behind the smile of his mug.

You reached out and smoothed down an errant curl behind his ear. “I seem to remember his supposed genius running into the bathroom door because he forgot the sensors weren’t working…”

“Hmmmm no that doesn’t sound like me. Someone else maybe,” he slid his hand around your waist and used it to pull you even closer, your legs widening to allow him to pull you right up against him.

“Oh? So now I have two geniuses sleeping in my bed?” The teasing tone you used took the bite right out of your words.

“Absolutely not. Only one genius is allowed there,” Tony finally finished gulping down his coffee, leaning forward against you to place the mug down on the desk behind you before he planted his hands down on your hips.

A smug smile grew on your lips and you reached out to pull his face closer to yours, your lips a whisper of a thought against his.

“Oh I agree,” you settled your hands over his before removing them from your body, standing up from his lap. “So then where are you going to sleep now? Because I’m all the genius my bed needs apparently.”

You turned and sashayed out of the lab, a final look over your shoulder letting you see the absolutely shocked look on Tony’s face as you left. When you were completely out of sight, you sprinted away to hide, sure that Tony would attempt to follow you to argue your point, a laugh bubbling up from within you.

A/N — any blank blogs that follow me are going to be reported then blocked. Pick a different profile pic and get a witty header or something.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pick Me 1

Warnings: this is a dark fic which may contain noncon, violence, and other dark elements. Please keep in mind that all events and characters are fictional. Be mindful of the content you consume and pay heed to the warnings given.

Character: Tony Stark

This is a sister series to One

Note: Please feel free to leave a comment in the replies, a reblog, or my ask. I appreciate likes but I enjoy discussing with you all even more. Your time and feedback are truly appreciated ���.

You sit in the front row, like you do in every lecture. Just like you’re top of the class in every course. You don’t miss a class or a reading or a due date. Unlike the rest of your peers, you’re not here for the party life, you are here for an education’; for a future.

As your fellow pupils type their notes on their laptops, if they’re even bothering too, you’re writing each word by hand. You listen intently, eyes stuck to Professor Stark as he speaks with his hands, curling his fingers to emphasize his points. His voice carries effortlessly around the airy space, echoing in your ears.

You watch him just as rapaciously as you cling to his every word. His dark hair is laced with gray and his handsome features are lined perfectly with age. A man seasoned just right by the passage of time.

And he isn’t unaware of the effect he has, even on girls barely half his age, though there are few among his audience. Engineering tends to be inhospitable to the quote ‘fairer’ sex.

Yet his first-year physics is overcrowded with girls agog at his devilish smirk. It’s not lost on you how a wink could make one feel something or another. But you remind yourself that this is an academic setting and you shouldn’t be thinking of your professor in that light.

Besides, you’re not his type, are you?

You grimace as you pull your thoughts back to your slanted writing. Ugh, focus. You don’t need to watch Julie twirl her hair as she tries to snare Stark’s attention or notice how Lydia shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. These girls are there for an elective, but this is a core course. You can’t mess this up.

As the three-hour slot comes to an end, a sigh of relief ripples through the rows of students. Lap desks are folded down and laptops snapped shut. A chatter buzzes through the lecture hall but you take your time packing up.

You close your notebook and pull your messenger bag into your lap. Lydia stands, hooking her purse on her shoulder as she fixes her skirt deliberately. She’s brazen enough to spend the lecture beaming up at Dr. Stark without taking a single word down. He doesn’t even seem to mind as she takes obvious selfies and pouts out her lips. It’s like a game to her. Not everyone has a rich daddy to buy their degree.

Julie gives a moping look but is dragged off by her sole companion. You spoke to them once on the first day but quickly realised they are too vapid to stomach. You curl your lip as you glance over at the steady tide of fleeing students. 

Lydia takes her chance to approach the podium. She leans on it as Stark powers down the projector. You can’t hear her churlish whispers but he chuckles in return. As he looks at her, a gleam in his dark eyes, you stare. It’s like you don’t even exist.

She reaches to touch his sleeve and he leans in. His silty tone rolls through the silence but his words are indiscernible. You bite the inside of your lip. You’re right there. How could he want those dumb girls and their overglossed lips? You have a brain, you have substance.

Uh, but aren’t you just as stupid? Thinking about it at all. Wandering off in your mind when you should be studying? Spending those moments before your staggered sleep picturing Dr. Stark and his trimmed goatee, wondering if his silvered hair is as soft as it looks.

Pathetic. You sling your bag on your shoulder and march to the door. You grab the handle and pull it open, the hinges whining. You cringe and glance back. You’re a ghost, you are air, you are nothing to them. How can that be?

Neither of them notice you. They are close, so close. You could stay and watch them and they wouldn’t even know. Professor Stark shamelessly reaches to hook his finger down the front of Lydia’s shirt, given a tug as he leers at her cleavage. She giggles and you leave before your stomach turns.

You don’t want to be like Lydia. Or Julie. Or the countless other girls who’ve passed over his office desk. You don’t want to be another tick mark. You don’t know what you want. You just want that knot in your chest to come undone. It’s a distraction you don’t need.

You could never be jealous of those girls. With their short skirts and crackly trills. You could never fawn over a man with that dumb look on your face. You don’t want to simper to Dr. Stark, you want to have a discussion with him, to learn from him, to witness his genius. Those girls signed up because they needed to fill a box and because they knew his reputation. You sat on the waitlist for a month because you want to be the best so you need to learn from the best.

No, you are not like them.

Your fists ball so tight your nails jab into your palms and your jaw aches from gritting your teeth. It isn’t envy, it’s indignity. They don’t deserve to sit in those seats, they don’t deserve to take in his brilliance all the while it slips in one ear and leaks out the other. 

You just don’t get why he humours them. You don’t get how they are his type. They are empty. They are dull. You might not have the experience but you highly doubt they offer much more on their backs.

Well, you’ll be there next semester, in Physics II and they’ll be off to their arts classes, learning verbs and writing redundant papers on the meaning of the colour blue. He doesn’t see you now but he will. How could he not? You are not like the other girls.

[vikwrites]

Bliss and Honey - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 462

Tony's hand was enveloped in yours, his warm fingers intertwined tightly.

His other hand, on your waist, outlined the contours of your body. His weight, pressed against you, pinning you down, grounding you to reality as his warm breath caressed the skin of your neck. Naked skin brushed against naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you traced your fingers along the defined angles of his jawline, feeling the rough texture of the salt-and-pepper stubble, a harsh contrast against your soft fingertips. A soft shudder left his lips from the contact. And through all this, you caught a whiff of Tony's cologne - a heady mixture of musk and bergamot - adding to the intoxicating experience.

The distance between you and Tony was dissolved by a kiss, your lips crashed together in a frenzy. The sharp tang of sweat mixed with the faint bite of whiskey martini overwhelmed your senses as his lips pressed against yours with fervent desperation. Your heart raced in a frenzy as you both melted into the intense kiss, lost in each other's touch. After what felt like an eternity, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you breathless and craving more.

“Tony—” Your voice trembled as you muttered his name, each syllable rolling off your tongue like sweet honey. Dripping slowly and smoothly, coating your senses and leaving a lingering warmth in their wake.

“I’m here, honey, I’ll take care of you.” His voice comforted you, like an anchor holding you steady. His hand gently stroked your hair, his words gentle and soothing. 

You felt him thrusting inside you, with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly the latter. Your teeth dug into your lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that escaped. Each slow, deliberate stroke set fire to every nerve ending in your body, making you crave more.

Tony filled you completely, which drove g you wild with desire. The sound of your rapid breaths and the soft grunts escaping from Tony's lips filled the air, With each movement, his skin rubbed against yours, creating a friction that ignited your senses. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted, feeling his self-restraint slip away as you clenched around him.

"Fuck," Tony murmured. “I love you.” The expletive slipped out of his mouth, his voice barely above a whisper.

The three simple words hung in the air, before melting like ecstasy in your veins.

You couldn't help but whimper in pleasure as he hit all the right spots. His hands roamed your body, knowing exactly how to make you lose control. And when Tony pulled you closer with each urgent thrust, wrapping his arms around you, you knew there was no going back. 

This was pure bliss, and you never wanted it to end.

⎊ back to masterlist

[cottagecheese1]

A angst request where tony stark visiting his little sister reader in the hospital, stage 3 Leukemia cancer. Tony tells her about everything including being ironman and his team. Sister stark! reader gets to meet his team

Nice surprise

a/n- the end was a bit rushed but i am currently going through my drafts

Tony sat at his desk zeroed in on a mission a report that he’s set off to the side for weeks and weeks, not worried about if another shield agent called his phone asking for the mission report like some landlord begging for rent, but that was ok because Tony never really worried about much, the reasoning behind this was because he had pretty much all the money in the world to fix whatever issue that popped up. That was until that one call from the hospital when the doctor said his little sister had Cancer and there was pretty much nothing he could do about it except hope for the best. That was a problem money couldn’t fix, well he tried anyway, paying for all of the treatments known to mankind but still no positive result occurred.

When Tonys mind drifted to the thought of his sick little sister, FRIDAY suddenly came on “Mr. Stark you have a call from doctor Reyes” Tony suddenly shot up from his seat. That was your doctor, did something go wrong? What if something terrible happened to you? Tony took a deep breath and paced around the room.

“Put him on speaker friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark”

Suddenly the doctors familiar voice echoed around the room

“Mr. Stark I have good news and bad news about your sister” The doctor spoke firmly but Tony could hear the nervousness in his voice as the doctor spoke.

“Give me the good news first Reyes”

“Good news, we have been seeing improvements from the treatments, and we think if she can fight it off a little longer before she gets to stage four, we might be able to get most of the Cancerous cells out of her body before they spread even more.”

Tony sighed and smiled a little bit, he was glad there was going to be a little light in this situation, so that it would give him hope that the bad news wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.

“I am very relieved to hear that doctor Reyes, and what about the bad news?”

“Unfortunately, your sister has moved on to stage three leukemia cancer, and who knows how long until she gets to stage four, but we were hoping you could come in and visit her. She took the news pretty hard and has asked to see you all day today. I think it would make her day but we do not want to hassle you Mr. Stark, we know you are a busy man.”

As soon as the doctor said that you’ve asked to see him all day, Tony was already halfway putting his jacket on and out the office door, Tony quickly respond with “Thank you doctor Reyes, I will be there in about ten minutes”, once the call ended, Tony practically sprinted out the front doors of the compound, rushing to his car quickly.

When Tony pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he was able to gather himself again. As many times as he visited you, it was hard, harder than almost everything else he’s ever done or fought, but he had to have hope for you because Tony loved you with his whole heart, you’re some of his only family left, his rock, the one person that stuck beside him when everyone else left. He pretty much couldn’t live without you.

Tony checked into the hospital counter and signed his name on the visitor sheet, and made his way down the hallway, with a teddy bear in hand and since He’s visited you one too many times, he practically knows the hospital like the back of his hand.

Once Tony gets to your room and opens the door slowly, he sees you look at the direction of the door and you shoot up from your bed happily “Tony!! I missed you, what are you doing here?” Tony chuckled and bent down in front of your bed to give you a hug. “Hey kiddo, I just came by to see how you were doing, I missed you” Your mood seemed to drastically change when he said that. “Doctor Reyes told you to come didn’t he..” Tony stopped and sat down in the chair next to your bed and held your hand.

“Yes, yes he did but that does not mean I don’t want to see my favorite little sister, I love you okay?”

You seemed to crack a smile that made Tony's grin light up also “I’m your only little sister”, you responded with a bit of laughter in your voice

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

Silence seemed to take over the room as you finished up your multitude of questions for your brother, Tony seemed to have one of his own, he then asked “If you would want to do anything in the whole world, what would it be?” you smiled and pretended to have a pondering look on your face then answered “I probably would want to meet the avengers, especially Captain america and Iron man”, Tony perked up and grinned and looked around then back to you.

“Well, would you like to hear a really really awesome secret..but you can’t tell anybody okay?” You looked at your brother intently while he spoke and nodded your head quickly, eyebrows furrowed. “Tell me, tell me, I promise to keep it a secret”, Tony smiled then said

“I’m Iron man..”

You looked at him suspiciously and said “Nuh uh, prove it.”, Tony stood up and pushed a button that summoned the suit onto his body then quickly took it off, looking down at you while your eyes were widened in awestruck he spoke “Do you believe me now?”, you looked at him and questions started to flow out of your mouth.

“Does that mean your friends with the avengers?”

“Have you fought any monster aliens?”

“Do you know Captain America?”

“Have you been to space!?”

Tony laughed and pushed you gently so your back was resting against the bed “Yes, to all of those questions, but-”, Tony got cut off right in the middle of his sentence as a feminine voice interrupted “Um, I am so sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are now closed, if you would be kind enough to make yourself out, thank you”, Tony nodded and went over to your bed to give you a quick peck on your head and whisper something in your ear, and you seemed to nod excitedly at the information spilled to you.

The next day Tony had made arrangements to make a perfect visiting time and clear all of the other avengers schedules for you to meet them, he knew this would mean a lot to you and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure this was perfect.

Tony got to the hospital with two other cars following him, all the avengers known, packed in three cars and he couldn’t wait to see the smile on your face, Tony then spoke “I’m sorry I had to disturb anyone's plans, but I know this would mean a lot to my sister, she’s just a kid that got handed a rough hand”, Steve responded with a sympathetic look on his face and responded “it’s really no trouble Tony, we’ve all agreed that we would do anything just to make it a little bit better for her” the others around him seemed to nod in agreement “but still, thank you all”, Steve smiled back “anytime Stark”.

While walking into the hospital, and checking into the visitors sheet seemed to take twice as long, Tony knew the look on your face would all be worth it. As they all stood in front of the door to your room he opened it slowly and you popped up quickly.

“Tony! You’re back!”

“I am back, but I have some friends with me also”

You tilted your head, until room people walked through the door and you gasped with a wide grin on your face.

“Thank you Tony! You’re the best big brother ever, I love you so much”

Tony went over to hug you, and all the avengers watched in awe at how loving their boss could be, but soon enough they all sat next to you, ready to answer any questions that you may have had, and they all stayed until visiting time was over, while you were sad they had to leave as they gave you their goodbye hugs. The only person in the room left at the end was Tony, as he came over and sat next to you. You felt your eyes tear up and gave your brother a tight hug then spoke

“Thank you Tony, you really don’t know how much this means to me, I love you”

“I love you even more, but I always want you to know that I would travel the moon and back for you”

[everythingiaskfor]

his scent

kuroo tetsuro x reader warnings: mentions of alcohol

kuroo as your coworker who always smells like freshly ironed clothes. it doesn’t matter if it’s early in the morning and he just came into the building greeting everyone with an enthusiastic smile even though it’s monday or if it’s almost 6pm and you’re leaving the office. the smell of freshly ironed clothes invades the elevator and you can almost feel the heat (maybe it’s because of how close you are to him so everyone could fit in the box, who could tell?). all you know it’s that whenever your nose picks up that scent, his scent, your stomach gets fuzzy and your cheeks get red, expecting to see him and his breathtaking smile, and hoping he will stop by your desk to talk to you for a bit for no reason and about nothing specific.

kuroo as that friend who faintly smells like a mix of cologne and alcohol, usually caused by the weekends you go out to bars together, as a friend group, and you spend so much time sitting at the table talking about everything and laughing. it’s in one of these nights that almost turn into day that you meet his old friends from school and his volleyball days, and you see him talk to someone in a flirtatious way and don’t really talk anymore for the night, and the smell of the expensive musk mixed with the strong smell of the shots is always present. an aroma that slowly becomes his. an aroma that is there when he had a bit too much to drink and lays on your lap when everyone’s watching, but he doesn’t care. the aroma that will be forever connected to the sight of his sharp eyes staring at your soul, while you try to pretend you’re not noticing (for sure he can’t tell how you can’t concentrate on the conversation and how the heat of your body is increasing every second, right?), and you finally look back at him, ask him what’s up and he just shrugs, not even blinking, and you can feel your heart fall down, but not falling apart.

tetsuro as your boyfriend who smells like a floral fabric softener. the fragrance that invades your senses as you wake up beside him, and the sheets and the shirt of his that you stole for the night all smell the same. the fragrance you relate to lazy weekends you spend on your couch watching some tv show. the same fragrance you bury your face into while hugging him from behind when he tried to cook you something and almost burnt the house down. the fragrance that comforts you, that makes you feel safe and loved (because that’s the reality, and he makes sure you know it). the fragrance you make sure to keep around even when he’s away for work, through some sort of clothing article that he’ll take a couple weeks to miss, perfectly timed so you can’t take something else. a perfectly familiar fragrance, that is his, and even if you use the same brand of product, it’s not the same, because his touch is what makes it special. 

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Something I always think about is how fucking strong Tony's arms must be. We know he's not the most fit of the Avengers, of course, but think about this: he's a mechanic, he's been lifting heavy car parts and whatnot since he was a kid. Tony - even young!Tony - would be able to lift his girl with so much fucking ease it'd be ridiculous. I could totally picture his girl thinking that this poor teenager wouldn't be able to lift her up and then OH BOI SURPRISE SURPRISE

Strong

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, smut and some fluff!

Masterlist

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He had you pinned against your bedroom wall, mouth slanted on yours and tongue imploring hungrily as his hands wandered over your curves.

Tugging at his jacket, you let your own hands slide up and around his neck, pulling him closer and making him smirk against your lips.

His kisses drove you insane every time, the perpetual taste of coffee and berries on his tongue and his expensive perfume were intoxicating. The man commanded the every room he was in, owned everyone he laid eyes on, including you.

Tony Stark left you disarmed each time you interacted, his quick wit, dazzling smile and charming personality had won you over in little time that you spent with the genius.

You had seen him work in his lab, laser focused on the task at hand, that wicked little tongue of his peeking out as he fixed a loose part of a machine or his gestures as he spoke to his AI. Although, your favourite would have had to been his black tank top that he wore, the ones that made him look so irresistible, it was hard not to ogle.

The man had strong arms, stronger than you could imagine; toned muscles that popped out and veins that ran thick along the length of his arms, right down to his fingers. Your mind went into sinful places as you watched the billionaire genius invent yet another marvel, you imagined those hands in other places…how could you not?!

Your mind snapped back into the moment as Tony turned you around his arms, chest against the wall and arms that caged you in. His hot breath fell against your ears as he slowly pulled your hair to one side, sliding his hand down the zipper of your dress, undoing it agonisingly slowly.

“Gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl.”

He whispered, pressing small kisses along the side of your neck as he helped you step out of your dress. He ran his fingers down your bare back, leaving goosebumps in their wake before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, making you aware of his arousal that poked against your hip.

Your panties were soaked and eager to be peeled off but Tony had something else in mind. He dipped his hand underneath the thin fabric, making you gasp as his fingers teased your folds, feeling the wetness that had gathered.

“Oh honey you’re soaked. All for me?” He murmured, sucking on an old spot that joined your neck and shoulder while his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves slowly.

“All for you, Anthony.”

You managed to whisper back, head falling back against his shoulder as you felt an intrusion of his thick fingers against your entrance, stretching your walls for him.

The small whines and mewls that left your lips drove him mad, as did you calling him ‘Anthony’, his cock weeping precum, eager to be buried inside you.

All of a sudden, Tony turned you back around to face him, undoing his pants and freeing his erection that slapped back against his lower abdomen. Sliding your panties aside, he captured your bottom lip with his teeth gently sucking on it before you heard the fabric rip to shreds.

He lift one of your leg up, holding it apart before taking the base of his cock in his hand and gathering your slick on its tip, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing you in.

In a swift motion, Tony had you picked up in his arms against the wall and his cock slid inside your heat, stretching you fully. Your surprised yelp made him chuckle as he carried you over to the adjacent wall, his cock moving deliciously inside you.

“Surprised at your spry older man?”

He flashed you his signature smirk, pulling his hips back almost all the way before pushing his length back inside you, hitting the spot that drove you crazy with his languid thrusts.

He wasn’t waiting for your reply, the way your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer and with the way your back arched off the wall with his ministrations gave him the answer he was looking for.

Your legs wrapped around Tony’s hips comfortably, arms around his neck, tugging the soft hair at the nape of his neck while his length drove in and out of your tight heat, each one bringing you closer and closer to climax.

With every upward thrust, your head banged bluntly against the wall, eyes rolled back in pleasure and the sounds of entangled shallow breaths echoing in the otherwise silent room.

It wasn’t long until you felt the coil inside your belly snap and your walls flutter around his cock, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Tony grunted into your hair as your walls clamped around his cock, making it impossible for him to thrust further, in turn triggering his orgasm as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white with his seed.

“Surprised at your spry older man?” He repeated his question, softer this time and a little out of breath while you came down from your highs.

You grinned, eyes still closed in bliss as your walls finally stopped fluttering, your heart thudding wildly as Tony pressed small kisses along your shoulder, still holding you up against the wall.

You managed in a quiet whisper, leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss which he reciprocated eagerly, conveying everything he felt as well in that kiss.

“Utterly in love with my spry older man.”

[hainethehero]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you- *intense drumroll*- BABY BOY ON A BIKE! ⬇️

I always forget the fact that Steve canonically rides his bike around a lot. It's a part of him, like his shield. But I have a headcanon that his Daddies are the ones that fix/service it for him. (He's obviously capable of doing it himself but he likes when they insist they fix it for him bc he's spoiled like that). So, when he's not painting or drawing, he goes to Tony's garage, sits back in a pair of denim shorts and a crop top, sipping on a strawberry smoothie while his Daddies fight over who gets to fix Steve's bike this time.

[py-dreamer]

Bout DBK and lil Red Son before he was sealed away...

Do you think DBK, used like that 'soft voice' we all use when talking to babies.

Like Red Son was small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, how else was he supposed to talk to his tiny miracle without so much as blowing him away with his voice.

Do you ever think DBK could be lowkey a bit scared of how he might accidentally hurt his son. He was an absolute beast on the battlefield and while he most certainly would never hurt his family, there was no guarantee something wouldn't happen with this tiny baby

Do you ever think how DBK was so ready to learn to be gentle for once (you saw mans' smile after the samadhi fire ritual, you saw how he remembered his son's birthday, time of day in canon) if it meant being close to the glorious heir he and his wife created against all odds....

And then that chance was stolen from him.

And DBK never learnt to be gentle. His voice never softened to that degree ever again.

And it never will.

(@violetjedisylveon, psssstt u can use this for ur tangled au and perhaps DBK can use that soft voice for the first time in 18 years when his family can finally reunite?)

[tonysslut]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝚳𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✿ - fluff ✩ - smut ࿏ - angst

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or republished to any site. This is all purely for fun and fictional, not meant to represent the actual person in any circumstance. Please pay attention to the warnings. They are there for a reason.

✩ dessert for breakfast - tony decides to skip breakfast and have you instead.

✩ training - seeing you train with steve rubs tony the wrong way

✩ put a baby in me ✿ pt.2 - seeing tony holding a baby has your mind running wild with the thought of starting a family.

✩ good morning - you and tony wake up with a need to please each other.

✩ tony weakness - you discover one of tony's kinks

✩ i'm yours - you admit to tony that you're a virgin

✩ together - you suggest something new to try out in the bedroom

✩ honeymoon - the first night of your honeymoon

✩ the dress - tony doesn't like the outfit you picked to go out

✩ make a mess - tony wants to try something new

✩ distraction - you almost blow your mission when tony walks in

✩ the bigger, the better - the size difference between the two of you makes things a little extra exciting

✩ vanilla scented pt.2 - tony misses you on his work trip and uses a special video of you to satisfy his need for you.

✩ worship - tony helps you relax after a long day

✿✩ the wedding - the day you marry tony

✩ nsfw alphabet

✩ sneaking out - you sneak out of the house in order to avoid tony ripping your clothes into sherds again, only to find him waiting for you when you get back.

✩ the gala - your neediness gets you in trouble

✩✿ lab partners - a movie night leads to tony expressing his love for you

✩ surprise - you find a special way to wake tony up

✩ the bet - your stubbornness leaves you deprived

✩ choke me - you discover a new kink

✿ the proposal - your christmas present comes with an extra surprise

✿ waiting for a baby - moments throughout your pregnancy

✩ the road trip - you get impatient and decide to reach your release yourself, hoping to persuade Tony

✩ his gold chain - tony's gold necklace becomes a temptation

࿏ bend the rules - you finally decide to confront tony, but things don't go as planned.

✩ misbehaving - you interrupt tony’s meeting

࿏ the return home - tony comes home after the final battle, but he's unrecognizable

✩ holding back - tony tried being gentle, but he just can't hold back anymore

✩✿ kiwi - you use your safe word

࿏ betrayal - you fall out of love with tony

✩ forbidden desires - tony takes you to the bathroom for a quickie

✩ possessive - tony gets possessive when he sees you interacting with another man at his gala

✿ he loves me, he loves me not - your sugar daddy/baby relationship becomes more than what it was meant to be

✩ spare parts - tony can't stop working on a car so you distract him

✩ take control - you help tony relax

✩ just your boss - late night in the office brings you closer to your boss

✩✿ the starks - drabbles and mini-stories of y/n and tony’s relationship through the years.

✩✿࿏ i could be better boyfriend than him - steve disappears after the accords, leaving you without a way to contact or track him down. heartbroken and vulnerable, tony builds you back up again. what happens when steve decides to show up again?

✩✿࿏ just my boss - one late night at the office brings you closer to your boss in ways you didn't expect. will you end up regretting your decision? or will you own it and see where things go?

✩ tony’s top 5 kinks

✩ tony’s top 5 positions

✩ mob boss tony

✿ getting tony's name tattooed on your body

✿ tony gets your name tattooed on his body

✿✩ helping tony shave

✩ phone sex

[larcenywrites]

Sleepyhead

Tony Stark x Reader

Retirement has made Tony sleepy eepy 🥺 too sleepy even for a little fun 😴

Warnings: 18+ because there are sexual themes/references | but it’s just cuddly fluff really

Word Count: ~1.3K

The sound of chirping birds was a nice change from blaring alarm clocks and bustling life. The room was lit a natural gray from the mid-morning light, when it used to be pitch black from the early mornings still absent of sun. But more importantly, the once early riser himself was still under the covers next to you. 

He was lying on his stomach, face turned away. You stretched out your legs, carefully knocking them with his and shuffling closer to his warmth. Your nose brushed against his paling brown hair when you rested on his pillow, and you brushed over the scar-and-freckle-dappled skin of his bare shoulders. For once, your touch didn't stir him awake, still breathing peacefully in sleep. It wasn't always perfect, but since his retirement, you've both experienced more peace than ever. Your Tony was finally sleeping through the night most nights, and his light sleeper senses were no longer waking him up to every move and sound. Well, usually. He no longer needed to survive, but you were sure he'd never fully shake off all those habits that allowed him to get to where he was now: getting to live.

Maybe you should cherish what used to be few and far between, but the longer your hand rubbed circles along the soft center of his back, and your favorite smell of his sweet sandalwood shampoo engulfed your senses, the more you needed him awake. And it didn't help that he was still nude from the night before…

Your gentle hand drifted back up his spine, eliciting a reflexive shiver from him. You stopped at the base of his neck once he stilled, listening to his deep breathing and soft snoring, making sure he was still sound asleep, even though he wouldn't be for much longer. Your thumb brushed the short hairs on the back of his neck as you propped yourself up, now able to see the side of his face that wasn't smushed into the pillow as you loomed above him. You definitely liked the look a lot better without the once ever-lingering bruises and scrapes. 

Combing and picking through the soft locks of his hair, you finally stopped swooning over him and leaned down, pressing your lips to the side of his nose. He didn't even stir as you dragged gentle kisses up to his brow and back down to cover his sun-warmed cheeks. Scratchy stubble prickled your lips when you drifted down to his jaw, exciting you just a little more... and you couldn't help but tease the tip of your tongue along his jawline.

A deep inhale was followed by stretching legs and his warm body shifting against you, finally awake. Sort of.

"Good morning," you sang quietly, lightly tugging at his hair and gently sinking your teeth into his skin, an invitation to play, but the sleepy groan from his throat was far from playful. Smiling through your defeat, you dropped onto his shoulder with a contented sigh when he grumpily turned away from you, hiding facedown in his pillow. But instead of being disappointing, it was rather endearing. You giggled. "Don't tell me I tired you out last night," you teased softly, sliding onto his back. You sat up, straddling him, hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. His laugh was more of a deep hum from his throat, and his smile was weak as he turned towards you again. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His sarcastic rumble was still half-asleep and honeyed with an attempt at a sultry tone. His eyes were still closed, but barely crinkled with his soft smile. You weren't sure if the butterflies were in your chest or between your legs. 

"You seem pretty tired to me," you kept up your teasing. He wouldn't see your arching stretch, but you'd make sure he felt your pressing hands on his shoulders, and your circular grinding on his back. "Maybe you're getting a little too old to be fucking me like that." 

"Hmph." You weren't sure if Tony's huff was amused or offended, but it stirred you on either way. 

"I can start going easy on you," you suggested innocently. You dug the heel of your hands into his shoulders, smirking at the moan you drew from him as you began to massage down his ever-tight back. With another low rumble beneath you, you chirped up again. "You've just gone a little soft since retirement, it's okay."

"Keep on, and I'll fuck you like that again," Tony quickly retorted, voice still slurred with sleep. You breathed a laugh, giving up on your attempts for now with his empty threat. "Okay, sleepyhead," you said softly, reaching to fix some of the stuck-out hair he'd disheveled when he hid in the pillow. Your gentle touch swiping hair from his brow and tucking away those strays was what finally convinced him to open his eyes. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, making you have to lift yourself until he was settled. You had to resist griding yourself against him again when your hands found a new resting spot on his pecs, and those tired, droopy brown eyes smiled up at you. He deserved a little bit of peace, but it was hard when a cute, at-peace Tony was one of your favorite things!

Instead, you slid your hands over his collarbones and up his neck, lovingly caressing his cheeks before your hands slid back down and met at the center of his chest. Where there was once a standoffish blue glow was now another scar for his collection. Thumbing shapes over his heart, you caught yourself staring too late when another set of hands tentatively rested around your calves. If you stayed like this any longer, those sweet and confused eyes searching yours would drive you wild. 

Tony was caught off guard by your quickly incoming kiss, smiling into your lips with a lively chuckle. He lifted his head from the pillow a little, finding the energy to properly kiss you back. You'd be lying if you said his soft lips melding with yours didn't bring a little relief. "Do you think you can get out of bed?" You mumbled and pulled back, causing him to fall back onto the pillow with another one of those cranky groans. He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

 "Not even for breakfast?" 

He groaned some sort of no, but a brief pause brought on that usual smirk. "Why would I need to when you're right here?" The warm hands on your calves slid to the backs of your thighs, but you knew he was too tired to commit to the spark between your legs. Even in the worst situation, he just had to be a tease. "Don't make promises you can't keep, sleepyhead," you lovingly called him out, brushing your thumb down his nose just as heavy eyes finally opened again. He huffed a little at the nickname, but that smirk turned into a sweet smile. One that you couldn't help but kiss again. 

"Can't we just stay here?" He mumbled pitifully, nearly being cut off by your lips crashing against his. There was a sharp inhale, preparing too late for a long-winded kiss. He couldn't quite keep up, mouth slightly agape and simply waiting for yours to take the lead every time you pulled away to find a new position. 

"You're just lazy," you finally answered, pulling away to look down at him. Your hands found his face again, cupping his cheeks and purposely smooshing his lips into an exaggerated kissy shape just as he was speaking.

"I'm not lazy," he pouted, even cuter with the way you were holding him. Giggling, you let him go in order to take another kiss from him. 

"Maybe just... a little," you whispered between short pecks. One more long press of your lips to his, and you finally settled down again (for now), melting into his chest and nuzzling into his neck with a sigh that matched his contented humming.

"But I like it." 

[tonystarchive]

Sleepy Peter Drabble 💤💤

"Wha—?" Peter inhaled sharply, his slightly sweaty forehead crinkling with confusion.

Tony was quick to soothe, mentally chastizing himself for disrupting the boy's slumber, "Shh. Just me, bud."

There was a time when the older man could carry the kid to bed without so much as disturbing a hair on his unruly head—but as Tony's clicking knees could attest, it had definitely been a while since.

Tony lifted the boy up off the couch in a bridal carry, bracing himself in case he fully woke up. Glancing down, Tony was relieved to find Peter's brown eyes had remained closed despite the movement.

Peter smacked his lips a few times, tucking his face into the space between the older man's shoulder and neck. Within seconds, his body relaxed in the familiar hold, breaths deepening with sleep.

A soft smile of victory crept upon Tony's lips as he made his way down the hallway, precious cargo in tow. It seemed that the man's magic touch with sleeping spider-babies hadn't completely worn off, after all...

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Texts from Loki

Masterlist

Wedding Day- Part 7

A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Would I Lie To You?

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: Another one.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍓🍓🍓

Tony gets in as you’re already in bed. Your ribs are sore and your throat is raw from vomiting. You feel like shit and knowing he’s back does little to assuage that.

He sits behind you on the edge of the bed. The mattress shifts subtly as he strips off his jacket and loosens his tie. You watch his back in the mirrored wall before you. You squeeze your eyes shut before he can turn around and catch you. 

He stands and paces as he undresses, the soft whisper of his belt pulled from the loops of his pants is followed by the rustle of the pressed fabric. Your heart races as you listen, the anticipation surging in your chest.

He climbs into bed, nestling close to you as he drapes his arm over your cocooned form. He kisses the back of his head and growls, “I know you’re awake, sweetheart.”

You let your eyes open, batting away the glossiness as you meet his gaze in his reflection. You give a sheepish smile, keeping your arm bent around your middle. He wiggles his pelvis against you.

“I told you to wait up,” he reproaches as he nips the top of your ear.

“Tony,” you utter softly, “I tried. I’m sorry, I… don’t feel too good.”

“Oh? Baby, what’s wrong?” He pets your head, his tone more condescending than sweet.

“Period cramps,” you lie and stare at yourself in the mirror. Don’t give it away.

“Period cramps,” his disappointment laces his voice, “ah…”

You know you have to appease him. It’s not his favourite time of month but if he gets impatient, he’ll no doubt uncover your dishonesty. You snake your hand up to pull down the top of the duvet and roll onto your back. You take his hand, directing it away from your stomach and to your chest.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t treat you right,” you squeeze his fingers, urging him to knead you.

“Mmm,” he purrs, “are these bigger?”

“Are they?” You look down.

“Maybe I just missed them,” he snarls and tugs down the top of your nightie, “I should get a taste just to make sure.”

He bends over you as you keep your hand over his. He dips his head down to your other tit and flicks his tongue around your nipple. He closes his lips around the hard bud and the pressure of his tending tugs in your core. You let yourself moan, as much for him as to relieve the tension you’ve been tangled in.

“Tony,” you pet his head, “Tony,” you breathe,” you roll over and urge him away from you, “Let me take care of you.”

He falls onto his back, his dark eyes fixated on you. Your tits heavy over the lilac cups of your nightie and you brush your hand across his chest. He shudders as you drag your touch lower, trailing down his stomach and towards his eager length. He twitches as you get closer and clutch him. This is the game you play.

“You’re so good to me, princess,” he pets your cheek as you follow your hand down, “but I wanna spoil you–”

“Next week,” you assure, “when I’m feeling better.”

“Mmm,” he lets his head drop to the pillow as you stroke him. You slide your hand down and squeeze his sac as another groan escapes your lips.

“I can’t always be your princess,” you say as you hove his tip just before you mouth, “let me treat you like a king.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he spreads his hand across the back of your skull, pushing your lips against his swollen head, “I can’t wait to make you my queen.”

You let him in, taking him to your throat without hesitation. It’s only a little bit work for a night of peace. All you have to do is get him off and he’ll forget all the rest.

You raise your head, quickly bobbing down again, wetting his length with your spit as your hand pumps firmly against your lips. He drones as his fingers curl against your hair. You hum and feel it roll through him as he bends his leg.

You focus on your rhythm, on feeding the illusion, even as the inevitable looms. This won’t go on much longer. It can't. He’ll figure it out eventually. Unless, there’s nothing to figure out.

[soliloquent-stark]

stony ficlet: steve vs. tony's sleep deprivation

it's 3am when steve can't take it anymore. he waits for tony to be distracted (which is, realistically, a more common occurance than him paying any attention to steve, when he's hyper-focused) and proceedes to break the lab coffee machine "by accident". he just wants tony to stop drinking coffee and finally come to bed after two consecutive all-nighters.

he is prepared for all of tony's backup plans, so, one by one, he takes care of it: he hides the french press in the laundry room, takes the drip to sam's quarters, buries all the capsules in the protein powder jar that tony wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. because he's scared tony is neurotic enough to straight-up snort some coffee, he makes sure to also remove the blade from the bean grinder.

what he didn't account for, however, is that there is one thing that will make tony more alert, more focused, and more awake than his favorite brew: the puzzling mystery of a faulty appliance and the buzz that comes from fixing it.

steve goes to sleep alone.

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