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Wanda's fingers were rough and fast inside of you. They wouldn't slow down, forcing you to that edge over and over again.
"Please," you cried, pulling your face away from between Nat's legs. "I can't take anymore."
Nat dragged you back. "No one told you to stop," she scolded.
"You will keep going," Wanda said to you. She curled her fingers and you released an uncontrollable yell. "Until you make Natasha cum."
• Clint x Reader (Avengers Voyeurism)
You knew the days of you getting by with teasing Clint were limited, but you never expected him to drag Natasha into it.
Actually, that sounded exactly like something he would do. He knew Nat loved to torture you, and what Nat loved was bringing everyone in to watch.
She held your arms immobile as Clint fucked you hard and slow.
You moaned, throwing your head back on Nat's shoulder.
"Are you going to cum in front of everyone?" she asked. She used her other hand to gather your sweaty hair from the nape of your neck.
"That's right," Clint grunted, his thrusts increasing pace. You could feel your body tense, unintentionally clenching on him. He let out a shaky breath. "Show the team how much you love for them to watch you."
Tony x Reader (Cockwarming)
"I can't," you whined. Your insides felt like liquid and you were quite literally dripping onto the floor. You were so full.
"Thought you said you wanted to help, Doc," Tony said, seemingly unfazed despite being buried deep inside of you. "I haven't been able to sit this still in forever."
You squirmed, desperately trying to lift your hips for some kind of friction, but he held you still.
I looove your writing and I would like to make a request with tony stark, tony and reader as friends with benefits and they have a little drunk unprotected sex (after a party or a date) and she end up pregnant, she's all nervous about telling him, but when she tells him he's so happy to become a daddy and they officially become a couple? Thank you 😘 maybe a epilogue with them and the baby
Florescence
Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 2000 words
Outline: Having long been in a fwb situation with the famous Tony Stark, you never thought that this would be the next step.
Author's Note: So this is set in my favourite Tony era, post im2, pre-avengers, no aliens to make my man sad, okay!!! Nonnie thank you for this lovely request, sorry it took a while, thanks also to anyone else who helped with their asks and thots, hope you will enjoy! Kept the baby nameless and gender neutral in the end so choose your own fantasy <3
Warnings: alcohol consumption, previous drugs mention, pregnancy, abortion talk, giving birth, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral fixation, daddy kink, public sex, bulge kink, multiple positions, spit play, oral sex (both), creampie, it gets messy and nasty basically.
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
“You like it when I fuck you like that, huh?”
Tony grunts as his cock are full deep down your throat, a bit of mascara running down your cheek.
“What, mouthful? Mummy didn’t tell you it’s good manners to answer when someone asks you something?” He seems unfazed as he chuckles before he releases your head from his cock and you cough while spit and cum fall down your chin. Messy exactly as he likes it.
“Yeah, I do, daddy.” You smirk as you use your fingers to lick some of the excesses.
“Get up by the sink, grip tight then baby, daddy’s gonna fill that pussy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Getting up fast you position yourself on the sink, your skirt still pulled up and your shirt on the floor, from ten minutes ago when Tony was eating you out pressed against the wall so you could look at yourself in the mirror.
The music from outside was loud, followed by cheers, Tony’s downtown club had a famous rapper performing tonight so of course, you had to come.
And coming you were indeed.
Tony pushes his spent cock inside your slickness, your hands automatically wrapping around his neck. You had both been at it, friends since the first time you met at an expo a couple of years ago, and fuck buddies since that one time you both got drunk on that cruise ship. And you had to admit, Tony’s cock was your absolute favorite.
“Fuck me, please!” You plead, your fingertips creeping on his luscious hair while his hands grip your waist, descending on your ass, and his mouth stays on your neck, biting and kissing.
Tony was very much well into marking you whenever he got to spend time with you, after starting his life as iron man three years ago, that wasn’t as often as any of you would like.
He snaps his hips forward, gripping your body tight as he freely starts moving you against his cock, back and forth, switching it to fast slapping skin on the skin when he bit down your neck.
You scream to your heart’s desire, nobody could truly hear you and you wouldn’t even mind if someone could. The people closest to Tony already knew about your beneficial friendship so they knew where you had disappeared. No one would come looking for you two.
The dark-haired man didn’t have to do much besides spanking your ass during the concert and then grabbing your hand and leading you to the VIP bathroom.
“You look so good with my cock inside you baby.”
He muses when he pulls his teeth from your neck staring down between your two bodies. He stops his movements taking a moment to admire you like this. On his favorite position, with his cock inside you. If he could he’d never get out.
Or maybe only long enough so he could fuck your mouth.
He slowly brings a hand forward, pressing it on your stomach and pushing your body backward.
“Feel me, baby?”
“Yeah!” You breathe, as he presses his fingers on your stomach, his cock visible there.
“Impressive how well you can take it.”
“I can take anything daddy, please.”
“Please, what?” He asks amused.
“Fuck me deep, breed my pretty pussy, please!”
“Oh, but now I am admiring this work of art.”
“It’s gonna look much better when you will be fucking it right back in.”
He doesn’t even respond when your words make him pistol his hips, setting a fast and brutal place, letting you try and grab his hair for support. He is going fast and desperate at it, the sounds intensifying while you are pulling his hair tightly.
“Fuck.” He growls, evidently, your new way of positioning yourself has him feral, something evidently he hadn’t yet learned, and he is fucking you like a sex toy.
When Tony spills inside you, he only stops for a moment before going right back to it, fulfilling your previous request. Your legs could barely close from the intensity of the fucking and your multiple orgasms, so Tony instructs you through the back window, calling for a suit of his to safely fly you off to his tower.
Tony always got a little more feral on nights like this, drunk and a little high. By the time he got tired of fucking you, it was deep midnight. He had you on the bed, in the shower when you tried to wash away your sins, in the balcony when he headed out for a smoke, completely insatiable and utterly horny.
One could say that he could never ever have enough.
Not of you anyway. Or maybe he knew.
Several hours later, when you wake up, he’s back in his office having a meeting, so you leave him a note, thanking him before Happy is driving you safely back to your apartment. You shoot him a text as well with a grinning emoji and he replies back with a suggestive one. That’s how it always was, anyway. You’d see him soon enough.
Yet four weeks later, you are sitting in the middle of your bathroom holding a pregnancy test between your fingers as the lines begin to appear. You shut your eyes close. That’s not how things are supposed to happen.
Tony and you hadn’t met up again yet, he was busy on an iron man adventure away from the country and you were focused on a big project at work.
For the next two weeks, you try to reason with yourself. Do you want this baby? Do you want to tell Tony? Could you keep it and then pretend to him it wasn’t hit? He will come to look for you when time allows him to. Would he even like it? Does he even wants kids?
Career-wise, you could raise it all by yourself, and if you’ve always wanted children, your mother would be more than happy to help you. So that’s the first person you call and she also encourages you to talk to him and so does your best friend and her best friend. It was only one phone call. Hell, you could even text him. But you knew it had to be in person.
Eventually, you head to a doctor, confirming your pregnancy and determining the exact date and it’s very obvious it’s his. You sit in the doctor’s office, legs crossed, impatient, with the weight of the world on your shoulders as the tv on mute is playing an interview of Tony smiling and gesturing as always does so and in your heart, you know. That man had to know. You couldn’t bare the burden on your own anymore.
So you take your phone out of your purse and call his number and hear his voice asking for a voicemail. In one breath you leave him a message telling him you need to talk cause it’s important.
Tony on his end believes you have met a man, and he tries to surpass his jealousy when he shows up at your door holding a bouquet of flowers. Now that was unusual.
You greet him warmly, invite him and offer him a drink before sitting on the couch with him. You are rubbing your hands on your body trying to gain more confidence until he stops you and gently holds your hand.
“Just tell me. Blurt it all out in one go. Whatever it is.”
It always surprised you how serious he could be at a critical moment. The soft smile on his face was to give you strength even if his heart was beating faster.
“Tony.” You pause look him in the eyes and then look down. You wouldn’t wanna see him disappointed so you will be speaking to the floor.
“Tell me, I’m all ears.”
“I’m pregnant. I wanna keep it.” You whisper, staring at the floor, your fingers nervously trembling against his hand.
There is silence for a bit, and the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat until you turn your head a little to look at him. He is grinning, looking down with a tear clearly hanging off his beard. He is slowly moving his shoulders, trying to come up with something to say.
You have to say something, and fill the room with sound.
“If you don’t want..”
“Stop.” He clears his throat and looks at you squeezing your hands with one hand and bringing the other to your face. “I want you. I want this. I want your baby. Our baby.”
“You should take all the time in the world to think about it.”
“I am thinking about it. This is everything I ever wanted.”
“Tony…” You try to form another sentence, trying to alleviate him of this burden but he only wraps his arms around you as you clearly start sobbing.
“You make me the happiest man in the world. Honestly and sincerely. I always dreamt of a family, I never thought I could get it, not with the drugs, the parties, and anything else.” His hands are caressing your back as you are still unable to grasp your emotions.
“I never thought you could want me like that.” He continues, smiling to himself. “Like a baby daddy.” He chuckles. “Though I gotta say I’m a traditional man and you know the inheritance and everything.” Now you are laughing too between sobs burning your face inside his chest and this newfound happiness.
Later you both call your parents together, and Tony asks for your hand over the phone. Your mom insists on a family dinner. He agrees. He brings a diamond ring, with your initials on it. He knows you’d never take his last name, your mom is happy, and so are you.
You agree on civil marriage, with Happy, Rhodey, and your best friends in attendance, and away from the spotlight. You just give a small announcement to the public along with a picture from your wedding day. All smiles, you are both wearing white.
The next several months of your pregnancy are straight out of a movie. You look for a penthouse together, Tony simply refuses not to be on the top floor. He agrees on you paying for the groceries and anything else you might like. You make plans to adopt a pet soon. He brings you flowers every day. Sometimes when he needs to stay away for iron man reasons, he sends Happy to keep you company. You want every show under the sun together. Tony still shows up with flowers.
When the day comes, you are well into your tenth month begging the doctor to take the baby out of you and you agree on induction. Doesn’t take long for the baby like this, and even though is painful and gut-wrenching Tony stays by your side, holding your hand no matter how much you are threatening that you are never doing this again.
Too bad he had already plans for five more. But you didn’t know that back then.
When the baby is pushed, he is right there grinning and exclaiming “I see a head! I see a head!” followed by a “they look just like you, baby!”. The nurse allows him to cut the cord and then carefully, they wrap the baby up to bring them to you. You never knew you could feel such happiness and such exhaustion in one moment.
He wraps a hand around your back and kisses the top of your head, you are looking at your baby, you know they look just like him. “They look just like you.” He smiles and rubs his chin on your head. Looks like you found something to disagree on.
When you need to leave the hospital, he has a helicopter booked for you. You tell him ‘there’s no fucking way” and he brings over Happy with a car. You leave the hospital hand in hand, reporters are waiting outside, and you both smile and go on your merry way.
And your happiness can only grow stronger.
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Peter and Y/N had been together for more than four years and had been dating the summer before she started working for SHIELD and Avengers. Since then, they’d done everything together until the last two months. She had loved him so much – every moment spent on and off the field. But when everything goes so right, it is a prefigurement of everything going wrong. And the turning point of their relationship was the reappearance of his high school love MJ. From never leaving each other’s side to we- don’t- talk -anymore had been the progress they made in the last six months. He had decided to put her in the same state, as he was five years ago when MJ had left him. Y/n felt this was worse than what he had suffered for he didn’t break up straight away. Rather he kept her around showcasing that high school friends were more interesting to hang out with.
As she sat in the airless car, Ned’s words rang in her ears – If I were you, I would back off. It’s better than suffering this way. Grief swept her as she missed the guy who was never going to come back.
Y/n pushed open the unlocked door, comfortably walking into the house unannounced. She had been here many times when they didn’t have any missions. The team had termed it officially as the vacation house. Would this be my last time here?
She walked across the hall towards the French doors that opened to the patio and the bright blue pool.
Tony must have sensed her arrival because he stopped mi-stroke, pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and stared at me with confusion. She had impure thoughts about Tony before. She couldn’t help herself and tried not to feel guilty about them. They were just harmless fantasies, she had kept saying to herself, and were kept safe in her mind.
“Y/N?”
“Hey Mr Stark, didn’t Peter tell you I was coming over?”
He shook his head. “He’s inside. On a call.” Well, this very much explained why he wasn’t where he had texted her to meet. He beckoned her towards the pool. Y/n walked to the edge and crouched down.
“Is everything alright between you two?” Her stomach clenched at the question.
“No,” she said almost in a whisper.
He nodded. “I shouldn’t be saying this but... you should end it.” Tears brimmed in her eyes and she couldn’t respond. “He’s not ready to understand that whatever he is doing is hurting you. He’s at a point in his life where he’s extremely selfish, and he’s not going to get better. At least not for a while. He’s taking you for granted and things won’t go right even if you stick to him, unfortunately, I’m speaking this from experience. You deserve better than this.”
Y/n swallowed thickly and nodded at him. She opened her mouth to tell him that she was here for the same reason but he continued talking.
“I know this all sounds terrible. What a horrible dad am I, telling you to break up with his son -”
“No, you aren’t.” She cut him off. “I came here to bring closure to us. You are right.”
They turned their gaze towards the doors as they opened and Peter stood in the shade.
“Hurry up Y/N, I need to leave in ten minutes,” Peter said, settling into one of the cushioned chairs.
“That’s my cue to leave,” Tony muttered, getting out of the pool, grabbing a towel and disappearing into the house.
Y/n felt gutted as he walked away. Tony came in as soon as Peter left. As she swallowed the lump in her throat, he moved toward her, his arms spread open for a hug. She stepped into it eagerly and let him crush her against his chest.
“Four years and it meant nothing. All he said was fine,” she mumbled into his chest.
His arms wrapped tighter, and she closed my eyes, squeezing back the tears as his hand smoothed down the hair on the back of her head. He moved, shifting the position, and unexpected pleasure jolted through her. It was instantly followed by a wave of shame. He was only offering comfort and this was the most inappropriate time to get turned on. Yet she grew heavier each moment she was in his arms, wanting to get closer to him.
“Everything will go right... eventually.” He murmured.
Y/n pulled slightly just to meet his eyes, they were filled with anger yet relief. When his gaze slid down to her parted lips, she felt a surge from inside and without thinking - tiptoed and kissed him. He was taken aback and when he didn’t respond, she pulled back.
“I’m so sorry,” she stepped away, nearly losing her balance, and he drew her back to him.
“Y/N,” he whispered, looking into her eyes searching for something. “Is it because he left you?”
She didn't know what to answer. Even though she didn't know why she did it, she still wanted to do it.
“You know what, don't answer that.” He said tightening his grip around her waist. “I want you, even if it's one time or just a way for your release.” With that said he crashed the lips onto hers.
Pulling away for breath, she looked into his gaze and her stomach flipped and flopped like a dolphin. She could have never thought that Tony would want to see her as anything other-
All her thoughts were lost as he yanked the buttons of her thin shirt and palmed the curve of her breasts.
“Like that little one?” he whispered in her ear, “You have no idea the things I have always wanted to do to you.” Y/n moaned, arching into his touch.
Tony slid into one of the chairs and pulled her into his lap. Her fingers frantically tugged off her clothing, “I'm no grace,” she whispered, making him chuckle.
“I don't want grace. I like it when you are flustered,” he said tracing his fingers over the valley of her breasts, “Ripe like a fruit,” he tweaked one of her nipples, “to be devoured.”
“God, Tony,” she moaned as he latched his mouth to her scrumptious tits. He continued sucking, swirling his tongue around one nipple while his fingers pinched and tugged the other.
Y/n turned in his grip, straddling him, bringing herself right over the erection in his sweatpants. She rolled and rocked her hips, relishing the friction beneath.
Tony gripped her wait, halting the movements, and looked at her. “Aren’t you a little greedy?”
“I haven’t been spoiled for a long time. I need you inside me. Is that too much to ask?”
“Not at all,” he said, kissing her once again. He moved his hands, grabbed her thighs and got up, making her squeal into the kiss. Walking inside, he placed her over the kitchen island and slid a hand, cupping her between her thighs firmly, massaging her clit first and spreading the wet heat of her desire.
“I'm gonna cum,” she groaned. “That’s the whole idea of this,” he rasped, getting on his knees. His thumb rubbed and pressed her clit while his tongue swarmed in the pool of wetness.
It took hardly a few minutes before she shuddered and shook above him. Her nails clawed at the marble as he relentlessly sucked and licked her pussy.
“Tony, please,” she whimpered after her body shuddered once again. The pleasure of his goatee scratching her sensitive skin as his mouth and tongue lavished her was too much to take.
A smug smile tainted his features when he stood up. “Peter didn’t do a good job,” he sounded disappointed as he pulled her body down on the island. He dropped his pants to his ankle, pumping himself as he enjoyed her naked form tantalisingly spread in front of him. Her body was still trembling as pulled her hips and lined up to her entrance. “Are you tired already?”
“I want you,” Y/n pouted, pushing up on her elbows.
“Relax little one, you aren’t walking out of this house until I give you three more orgasms at the least.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration and she opened her mouth to speak but his hands jerked her hips pulling her hard and deep into his thrust. She screamed when he pulled out and drove in once again.
His cock pumped fast, hard and deep. He moved inside her with a wild abandon that drove her insane. Pleasure notched higher, nearly unbearable, and she knew she was going to come. She’d wanted him for too long, dreamed of how it would be and the reality was much better than any fantasy. Just him hammering his cock inside her was enough to draw a climax from her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing back his neck. “I knew you would be tight but…” The words died out as his cock twitched, his knees almost gave out and his body shook. “So. Fucking. Amazing,” he punctuated each word with a deep thrust.
Y/n could feel the heat seeping through her from the inside out as his hot semen as it filled her. Her emotions were a jumble when she propped up and caught sight of him. He was staring down, at where their bodies were connected, and his semen was dripping out of her.
“I like being inside you.”
“I love it too, Mr Stark,” she whispered, carefully reaching him while having him deep inside her. She pressed soft, gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks and lips.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he laughed, nuzzling into her neck.
“Can we take the bed for the next round ?” she asked shyly wondering if he was going to keep his word.
Tony chucked, securing her legs around his waist and marched towards his room.
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Discreet. To be intentionally unobtrusive.
Discreet. From the Latin root dis and krei. The former negates the latter. Together, such a simple word. Undistinguished. Unimportant. Unknown.
To be discreet. To keep a secret. To shut your mouth and do what he says. To listen to those dangerous warnings.
Imagine young Tony eating out his girl while she wears his MIT sweater because seeing her in his clothes really drives him crazyyy
yes yes yes yes
warnings: oral (female receiving)
you'd been waiting for him at the apartment all day, purposing wearing his sweater and those thigh high socks that drive him absolutely insane.
he's on you before you even get a chance to greet him, leading you into a feverish kiss. his hands are everywhere, in your hair, cupping your jaw, palming your breasts, but they freeze when he reaches under the oversized sweater and realizes you have no panties on.
every step he takes forward makes you take a step back until the back of your knees hit the sofa, causing you to fall back onto the plush cushions.
his dark, hungry eyes lock with yours as he spreads your legs. a shiver running up your spine as the cool air hits your bare cunt.
"such a pretty little pussy." he murmurs as he runs two fingers through your wet folds. a soft moan slipping past your lips when he bumps your clit.
pushing your legs to your chest, he dives in. licking from your puckered hole up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers trace your entrance before sinking them into you.
you're a blabbering, whining mess as he eats you out. hand tugging on his hair, trying to push him closer as you grind on his face. he only pulls away to catch his breath, his nose and chin glimmering with your arousal.
"i only want you wearing my clothes from now on." he says against your thigh, gently biting the soft flesh.
"yes, yes. whatever you want." you moan out, mouth falling agape as his fingers curl up inside you.
"good girl." he smirks before sucking your clit into his mouth.
between his tongue and fingers, it doesn't take much longer for your release to wash over you. thighs enclosing are tony's head as he drinks up your arousal. languidly thrusting his fingers inside you to prolong your high.
he finally pulls away when you cry out at how sensitive you are.
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"Don't underestimate me just because I'm a woman!"
"I'm not underestimating you. But be careful not to be underestimated by the men at this station. What is the purpose of your existence?"
"Purpose of my existence? I'm just a tease, a mascot, an errand girl, and a number-cruncher. What else?"
"These men, especially those who are on the side of power, work in cliques and do bad things. Covering up inconvenient things, secretly colluding. When there's a woman in the mix it's hard for the men to do that. Because it disrupts the bonds of iron. Isn't that why you're here? You're in position to keep an eye on the men. You may be struggling to join the all-boys club but it's not a club or anything. You are a different creature, so be that different creature."
Jdrama: Mystery to Lunakare (2022)
[It is true to some extent but dont hold such views as absolute. Anyone can be corrupt irrespective of gender ✌🏻]
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