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seveett · 1 year ago
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“ BAD BOY .”
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DISCLAIMER; ok first off, i havent written in a WHILE…,,, and secondly, this is like a sort of joke between me n my friend Dani (😭) Pairing(s); Tony stark x Top Amab reader ★ cws; edging, belly bulge, overstimulation (not proof read.)
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“No touching, Anthony.” You said, gripping his wrist as his hand tried to grab onto his cock. Tony went wild when you called him by his real name instead of his nickname, he could get hard just by hearing you say that, especially in that tone.
You had been edging him for a while now, having him whine and whimper beneath you, squirming in your touch desprate in the need of release.
“Please, i’ll be good. I need to cum-” He desperately begged you, tears streaming down his face, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly as you continued your thrust, slowing down a bit.
“You’ve been a bad boy, remember? You can cum when i say so.” You told him as his whined at the last sentence, his hard cock dribbling out pre-cum.
“Am i gonna have to tie your hands behind your back, or are you going to behave?” You questioned, watching as he nodded fastly.
“Good..” You resumed your thrust at a faster pace, he moaned out in pleasure as your tip brushed against his prostate, his back arching and his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.
His nailed raked down your back causing a sting of pain but you were to caught up in the pleasure to care, besides, you gave him a fair share of marks too.
Hickeys littering all over his neck, his chest, bites printed on the insides and outsides of his thighs.
Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed a bulge in his stomach, moving every time you did.
“Look at that, ‘M all up in your guts tony..” You said in a low tone. His eyes opened, trailing down to where you were staring, his eyes widened a little as he saw the bulge.
He placed his hand over it, pushing down on it causing him to moan out loudly. As for you, it only encouraged you to fuck his harder, faster.
“You close, Tones?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding desperately. “Yes- God, please i’m so close.” He said desperately, teetering on the edge as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach.
“Cum for me, Tony. Do it.” You order, watching as he came all over himself, his back arching as he moaned out your name loudly.
You continued your thrust, speeding up on purpose, pushing him into overstimulation as he came down from his high.
He gripped your shoulder tightly, biting his lip hard as you kept abusing his prostate, hitting all the right spots.
“You can cum for me again. i know you can, Baby.” You said looking at him as he shook his head, “I cant, please..” He whined.
“I know you can. be a good boy and cum for me again, alright?” You told him, gripping his cock and stroking it in sync with your thrust, he practically screamed this time as he came again, breathing heavily.
You felt your own climax nearly, twitching inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you, he felt your twitching which was his sign of knowing you were close.
“Insssidee..” He slurred out, his legs wrapping around your waist tighter. “You want me to breed you, huh?” You said teasingly, he nodded eagerly.
“pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw you over the edge as you filled him with your seed.
Your thrust came to a stop after you finished riding out your orgasm, you both were breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead against his.
“We are definitely doing this again.” He said, a grin on his face as his chest rose and fell, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.
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gunsandspaceships · 9 months ago
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Proof that Tony Stark is a Sub
(Or at least a bottom) in the MCU.
Iron Man (2008):
Sex scene with Christine Everhart (0:09:00): Tony on his back, Christine is sitting on him, leading.
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Deleted scene (supposed to be at 0:14:00) “Tony and Rhodey on Stark Jet” (1:25): a «flight attendant» blindfolds Tony before taking him to the bedroom.
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Iron Man 2:
Alternate Opening (Deleted Scene – that moment is not on the Disney+ version of the opening, so check on YouTube): so Tony likes spanking, huh… That’s not the only “spanking” moment, read further.
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The Avengers:
0:27:25 – Pepper is whispering something in Tony's ear, and we can tell by the look on Tony's face that she will do this to him in the bedroom after the job is done. If we check Gag Reel video for the movie in the first scene we can hear Tony commenting “Dirty, filthy. Fine, suits me” to Pepper’s promises.
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Iron Man 3:
0:03:35 - Maya takes off glasses from Tony and pulls him by his scarf into a kiss.
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1:18:50 - Tony is tied to a bed in Killian’s lab. Maya says “It’s just like old times, huh?”. Tony replies “Oh, yeah. With zip ties. It’s a ball.”
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Avengers: Infinity War:
0:14:35 - Cloak of Levitation smacks Tony for leaning on the Cauldron of Cosmos. Tony turns around and looks at Strange and his hand, thinking that it was him. He replies with “I’m… going to allow that”.
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lefthandarm-man · 5 months ago
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Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: Civil War (2016)
the way he looks at steve (part 1, part 2, part 3)
(steve vers.)
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puhpandas · 10 days ago
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every mlm ship has the vampire and the werewolf
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dingus11111 · 5 months ago
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pls request tony the tiger smut where he fucks over the counter in a pool of frosted flakes love u <3
Sorry for the very late response!! Hope you enjoy!!
(Awwe! Thank you. <33)
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TONY THE TIGER X MALE!READER
Content includes: Top!Tony, Bottom!Male Reader, praise, degradation, a hint of food play (pouring some milk and cereal on the reader), Furries (Tony is def a furry), biting, Tony being both rough and soft, oral (Tony receiving), face fucking, fingering, spit as lube, finger sucking.
FEM/FEM ALIGNED DNI!!
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You have no idea how you got into this situation. Tony the Tiger was plowing into your ass and whispering sweet nothings into your ear…
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It all started when you woke up with morning wood. Your face flushed in embarrassment. Since you lived alone, you decided to ignore the mystery boner and wait for it to go down. What better way to do so than to go brush your teeth and then eat something!
You begrudgingly got up and slowly walked to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. As you stood there and brushed away, you noticed that your erection wasn’t going down. You huffed in annoyance and finished brushing your teeth.
As you walked down the staircase, your stomach growled. You really were hungry. Once you reached the kitchen, you didn’t feel like making anything too fancy.
“Hmm…” You thought of what you felt like eating.
A smile formed on your lips as you opened the pantry door and pulled out a box of Frosted Flakes. You poured some into a bowl you had retrieved from a cupboard, and then added milk from your fridge.
“Voilà.” You mumbled as if you were a gourmet chef.
As you sat down to eat the lovely bowl of cereal, you noticed that you were still hard. A look up, and you locked eyes with the cereal box. More specifically, you locked eyes with the mascot on the box, Tony the Tiger. You blushed softly.
He had been your guilty crush for a while now. You couldn’t help but admire his voice on tv, his cheerful smile, the way he had a toned build.
You dipped your hand beneath the waistband of your boxers and gripped your aching cock and began to stroke it. Your eyes slipped shut. You thought of him pulling your hair as he took you from behind. Thrusting in roughly. Telling you how much of a good boy you were and how amazing you felt. You groaned softly.
“Tony..~” You accidentally moaned his name out loud.
“You called?” A familiar but sudden voice responded.
Your eyes shot open and you gasped. You trembled at the surprise. Standing on the other side of the counter was Tony the Tiger. You withdrew your hand from your boxers and blinked multiple times, trying to gauge if this was real or not.
“T-Tony? You’re… here.. Are- Are you real?” You questioned as a heavy blush painted your face.
“As real as it gets.. Now, let’s help that little problem you have there. I promise it’ll be grrrrreat.” He held out the “r” in the word “great.”
Your breath hitched as he quickly stepped over to the side of the counter you were on and lifted you up. For the few seconds that you were against him, he smelled of sugar.
He lifted you onto the counter. He got close to you and pressed his snout your lips, chuckling deeply as he kissed you.
You whimpered, gripping his fur and wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat on the counter. Tony’s hands found their way to your waist. His tongue explored your mouth.
His hands moved from your waist to the rest of your body. One found its way under your shirt and to your chest, while one gripped the bulge in your boxers. He broke the kiss and panted softly.
You were blushing hard and wanted nothing more than him.
He stood up to his full height, (which was an inch taller than you while you sat on the counter) and moved his hand from your chest to your neck.
“Can you get on your knees for me, pretty boy” Tony asked softly as he whispered in your ear.
You obeyed without hesitation and got off the counter. You dropped to your knees and looked up at him for his next order.
“Good boy. Now, open your mouth for me.”
You obliged once more, opening your mouth wide. Your cock twitch in your boxers, begging for release.
Tony grabbed your chin and tilted it up further before grabbing your forgotten bowl of cereal and pouring it into your open mouth and on your face. It soaked the collar of your shirt and dripped down to the floor. You swallowed as much as you could before moaning as he suddenly pushed his large cock into your mouth. He used your throat to his liking, only slowing down when you gagged and speeding back up after a few seconds.
“Fuck, your throat feels so good.” His head tilted back as he muttered your praise.
You continued to let him use your throat like a good boy would because that’s what you are. A good boy. His good boy.
To your dismay, he pulled his cock out of your mouth after a few minutes. You pouted and whined quietly.
“I know baby. I know.. I want to cum too, but I can’t just yet. I gotta save all of it for that pretty ass of yours.”
You nodded and stood up. He bent you over the counter with ease.
“You want me to fuck you now, pretty boy? Fill that slutty ass up with my milk?” He teased.
“Yes, please.” You replied with a burning hunger for him.
“Such a good boy.” He nodded in approval as he moved one of his hands to your hip and the other to your mouth.
“Suck.”
You opened your mouth and sucked on his 3 fingers to the best of your ability, making sure to thoroughly coat each one in saliva.
Once he deemed they were ready, he pulled them out and pushed one against your hole, slowly sinking in. You moaned and squirmed at the feeling while his other hand kept you in place.
He moved it in and out, enjoying your reactions. His own cock yearned to be inside of you. After a bit, he added a second finger, and then a third.
You couldn’t help but groan in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out so nicely. Your back arched as the tips of his fingers brushed past your prostate. It felt amazing. So much better than your own fingers.
He retracted his fingers from your ass. He gathered a large amount of saliva and spit in on your twitching hole. He proceeded to guide his large, hard cock to rest on the top off your ass.
“Are you ready for me?” Tony asked hungrily.
You nodded with a soft grin on your face. He growled in excitement as he pushed forward so that his dick rubbed against the cleft of your ass. He chuckled, continuing to do this for a few seconds to tease you. You pushed your butt back and even wiggled your hips so that he would hurry up. He gave your ass a light, playful spank.
“You want it that bad, baby? Well, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll give.”
You shivered in excitement as he pushed his tip into your tight hole. Soft pants and whimpers spilled from your lips as he very slowly and carefully pushed inside of you. He let you get used to him, inch by inch.
Once you tried to inch backwards, he took that as a sign to start moving. He established a slow, soft pace in the beginning. He made sure to draw out your pleasure and even tease you by going agonizingly slow. You eventually wanted him to go faster. Harder.
“Tony.. please. I need more.~” You hoped he would oblige.
He did as you asked and sped up. His pace was just slightly faster. It increased over time to a fast, hard pace. At random intervals, he would slow down to keep you on edge.
Slick sounds of his thrusts and your moans filled the kitchen. He leaned forward. One of his hands stayed on your hip while the other reached up towards your hand and held it. You breathed heavily. All you could think about was his cock. His absolutely wonderful dick. Tony leaned even further forward so that he could whisper in your ear.
He pounded your tight ass while mumbling praises into your ear.
“You feel amazing…. You’re gonna make me cum so hard… You’re doing so well for me, m/n…. My good boy.”
Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes began to unfocus. The euphoric feeling of his cock filled your thoughts. You were close. So fucking close.
“Mmmph… Tony. I’m gonna cum!! Ngh.” You cried out in pleasure, warning him about your impending orgasm.
“Cum for me, pretty boy.” He encouraged you as he gripped your cock and began to stroke it.
You screamed his name as your cock shot out squirts of warm cum. He chuckled and continued to fuck you while jerking off your dick.
Due to your orgasm, your hole was tightened. Tony groaned at the feeling, loving every second of it. He felt the familiar knot building up in his lower abdomen. He sped up his thrust, moving his snout to your shoulder and biting hard as he came. His cock pulsed inside of you as he released a large load inside of you. He rode out his orgasm. His cum dripped out of your ass as he continued to fuck you.
He breathed heavily as he pulled out. A wet, loud “pop” could be heard as he did so. His thick semen dripped out of your hole and down your thighs. Your hole was puffy and fluttering. He watched you as you trembled and breathed heavily. A content smile formed on his face.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear.
“You felt amazing. I’m so proud of you, m/n.”
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Finally got that done!! I hope you enjoyed. :))
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thwackk · 1 year ago
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rubysgirl32 · 3 months ago
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New pictures from the set of What Would Jesus Do?
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hainethehero · 9 months ago
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This scene will always get me.
Because Natasha is thinking like a spy. She turns to kiss him, says: "PDA makes people very uncomfortable," trying to explain quickly to Steve that it'll keep them hidden from Rumlow.
And Steve, like the total meatball he is, goes: "yes it does🥺"
And then when she kisses him, her eyes remain opened for most of it while Steve's eyes flutter shut. And it's not that he's into it because he's crushing on Nat, but it's the fact that kissing does not come easily to him. He's hardly had practice and is super shy about doing anything remotely sexual in nature. It's one of his most endearing qualities.
And the way Nat cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his face, like he's totally a submissive kisser. He'd let Nat (or Bucky, or Tony, or Bruce, or Clint, or Thor etc...) take the lead and kiss him stupid. And even after the kiss, his eyes follow her like a little puppy, desperate for more while she turns around to walk down the escalator. Ugh, he's such a bottom.
P.S. his lips are literally so red and plush in CATWS like.... it's not even funny. I'd imagine even the villains are desperate to feel them.
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dragonstar2568 · 6 months ago
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Ok I love love love short Peter Parker buuuut just picture starker standing next to each other and Peters in heels and Tony’s never really noticed how tall Peter is in heels and he’s just like… wow beautiful and is 100% turned on by this realization. Top short king tony stark ! Tall bottom peter ! let’s just say they didn’t make it to the gala…
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denebolablack · 1 year ago
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Sooo, I have this HC that Tony needs to be using his hands with something while watching series, a movie, or simply listening to someone. Otherwise, he won't be able to concentrate, and he will end up biting his nails, scratching some part of his body, or biting his lips.
Well, his Brooklyn's boys found out about it very quickly. And ever since then, they make sure Tony always has some object to "play" with if he needs to.
*On a meeting*
Fury: Why is Stark dismantling a gun in the middle of our meeting?
Bucky: *With his arm around Tony's weist* Because I asked him to.
Fury: I won't even ask why. Just don't shoot anyone in this room.
Tony: If I wanted to, I would've done it long ago.
Fury: ...
Bucky: *Smug smile* He's not wrong.
*While watching a movie*
Tony: *Scratching his fingers anxiously*
Steve: *Put a notebook and a pencil on the genius's hands* Why don't you try drawing a plan of the house of the movie, sugar?
Tony: *Stops moving* That's a great idea! Why didn't I think about it sooner? *Starts drawing while mumbling to himself*
Steve: *Smiles and kisses the genius' forehead*
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kai-rio · 2 months ago
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realised people might want this, so here!!
a beckory playlist me and my friend @justjanee made, with almost 900 songs (aiming for 1000)! mix of angst and fluff :)
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greyskyflowers · 1 year ago
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Someone used the tag bloodhound Zoro on one of my posts recently and FRIEND I'm so glad someone else thinks that way.
The guard dog/bloodhound dynamic is one of my absolute favorites when done correctly, especially with characters who are the embodiment of that type of dynamic.
Not sure if I have any leverage fans hanging around but I see this dynamic used with Elliot a lot and it's always really well done in that fandom.
Territorial
Loyal
Protective
Fearless
Alert
Adaptable
A little bloodthirsty
I could point out every instance of Zoro showcasing these characteristics and I could imagine every scenario that could happen for fic ideas.
But my favorite is the side that not everyone gets to see.
Being soft only for the people who matter
Coming back bloody from fighting and patiently waiting for affection
Only being able to relax with certain people
The love and trust needed to allow yourself to be vulnerable around someone
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Have some soft, guard dog Zoro brainstorm dust bunnies. Although he's 100% a guard cat if we're being honest.
Petting along his jaw and down his throat in soothing and firm touches.
It takes time but he lets them at his neck, belly, and back. When they grab around his waist they brush fingers against his side, barely feeling ribs under the muscles layered over them. Rubbing his shoulders and down along his spine when he falls asleep around them. The skin of his back so soft and smooth compared to the rest of his body. It's sensitive and breaks out in little goosebumps when they linger.
He's an oversized cat.
He goes from only light napping with his back against something to complete trust.
His head tipped back and his throat is left completely vulnerable. He curls on his side or lays on his front, back fully exposed. He sprawls on his back with arms tossed out to the side or over his head, belly left unguarded.
He doesn't wear shirts as much, skin growing warmer and warmer under all the sun until he's a full canvas of sun kissed skin. It makes his eyes pop, the green of his hair more vivid, and the color of his lips more distracting. The occasional flush that graces his cheeks is harder to spot but they're skilled at looking for it now.
He seeks out affection once he knows he'll get it and he's willing to let them give it.
Sleeping curled against someone's side, face pressed to their necks like he's tucking himself away in them. Draping across their laps like an oversized kitten, blinking up at them slowly until they take the hint and pet at him.
Sometimes when they're somewhere off ship or someone is traveling with them, he gets restlessness in a way that says he wants that affection. It's a way to relax, to uncoil all the tension in his muscles, and a way to show his care for them. He doesn't do well with words, but they all speak love differently and they know what he means.
He doesn't do that in front of anyone other than crew though and they're okay with that. The idea of Zoro being vulnerable around strangers makes them protective and the thought of anyone but crew seeing that side of him at all makes them feel possessive.
Only crew gets to see each other so innocent, vulnerable, exposed, submissive.
So they find work arounds.
Luffy sleeping curled around Zoro's back and possessive arms wrapped around the swordman's waist. Satisfying the urge for closeness and touch but still protected, all vulnerable spots hidden from anyone else's eyes.
After all, no one blinks an eye at Luffy clinging to Zoro.
Luffy presses his face into the back of Zoro's neck and top of his spine, biting marks into the skin because sometimes he's not good with words either. Zoro doesn't even flinch, still asleep and completely trusting of Luffy to do what's best.
Luffy passes it off loudly in the morning with cries of dreams filled with meat and Sanji can they have a bunch of meat for breakfast please?
Zoro doesn't hide it because he doesn't hide anything Luffy gives him and the crew all get stuck on it through the day. Staring at the skin, where the bruising has pulled blood to the surface and painted it different colors. The darker spots where teeth had been pressed.
The only mark anywhere near his back and it was given willingly. He isn't ashamed of the bruises on the top of his spine, almost flaunting them as he trains shirtless in the afternoon sun. Skin glowing with sweat and everyone within eye sight trying to discreetly stare.
It's not the last mark he gets and it becomes common for him to have marks and bruises on his skin. Bright colors and dark hues in shapes of fingers and mouths, usually resting by the hinge of his jaw, the top of his spine, or the top of his hips and lower belly, where there's just the very slightest hint of stubborn softness clinging.
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Am I obviously obsessed with Zoro being feral?
Showing his affection by letting people at vulnerable spots they could use to easily hurt him?
Is my soft, bottom, and/or submissive Zoro bias showing?
Yes
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marrziy · 8 months ago
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"Bilionário Ordinário"
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★» Tony Stark x Male Reader
★» SMUT - bottom!reader
★» Sinopse: Tony está com tesão, o pau dele pulsa dentro do terno e ele vai te foder. A porta do escritório está aberta? Alguém pode aparecer e flagrar a cena? A papelada em cima da mesa vai ficar encharcada de porra? Dane-se, o pau dele já entrou.
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Ele garantiria a sua graduação em troca de ampla obediência, era o trato. Parecia uma oportunidade sem contras quando expressa por Tony na plenitude de sua lábia astuta. O mais velho calculou as palavras para fisgar você naquele primeiro encontro. O restaurante chique e a boa comida intensificaram o efeito do encanto.
Fora os bilhões, Stark era charmoso além do limite. O seu sim estava garantido, mas antes de ser consolidado, Tony te deu uma prova da dinâmica ao tirar o sapato do pé direito com o auxílio do pé esquerdo e esfregar o membro coberto pela meia na sua virilha. A voz rouca dele, conforme mensionara o sexo incluso nas normas, já havia te excitado, mas você se recusava a crer que havia ficado duro antes do contato.
Tony fez você gozar apenas esfregando o pé no seu pau embaixo da mesa naquele ambiente público. Sua vergonha, por estar com a cueca melada de porra, te impediu de aceitar a proposta verbalmente. Sua resposta foi compactada num singelo balançar de cabeça.
Aquele foi um dos dias mais alucinantes da sua vida, os outros vieram em sequência, um após o outro.
Seu erro foi pensar que aquele homem teria o mínimo de decência para não aloprar naquele tempo em que tinha você na coleira.
Ele te ligou às quatro da madruga, exigindo sua presença. O seu sono, aparentemente, não valia nada para Tony. Felizmente, ele deixou claro que gostava dos teimosos, então você não se conteve e feriu vários direitos humanos naquela ligação, ofendendo Tony de inúmeras formas antes de sair de casa.
Você repensou suas decisões durante a corrida e, ao sair do táxi, se viu diante de um dos edifícios Stark. Revirou os olhos e cogitou cuspir no chão.
. . . ★ . . .
Gente rica é estranha pra porra.
O pensamento fluía na sua cabeça durante a estada da mão de Tony na sua bunda.
Quando chegou no escritório, você estranhou a cena incomum: Tony analisando pilhas de papel, assinando algumas das folhas, ignorando e descartando várias. Ele normalmente deixava a leitura para alguém de confiança e apenas dava o ok. Não que você reparasse... não, claro que não. Mas entendia o porquê ao vê-lo massagear as têmporas e apertar as pálpebras, como se desejasse que aqueles retângulos brancos voltassem a ser árvores.
O sorriso que Tony abriu, no momento em que te viu na porta, escondia incontáveis intenções, mil milhões delas sendo perversas. Com o dedo em gancho, o bilionário te convidou a se aproximar.
E ali estava você, em pé ao lado do dito-cujo, enquanto ele, ainda sentado na cadeira, prosseguia com uma mão na caneta e com a outra na sua carne coberta. O seu rosto deixou de ficar corado há um tempo, mas você ainda estava desconcertado, sem saber para onde olhar.
Seus mirantes, indecisos, rolavam e captavam tudo, fora de sincronia com a imobilidade do resto do corpo. Você avistou a papelada na mesa, realmente nada interessado, mas logo encontrou o inchaço protuberante na calça social de Tony e sorriu.
Se não fosse o frio da manhã congelando suas bolas, você estaria duro.
A líbido do senhor cavanhaque te intrigava. O seu ainda era um amendoinzinho dentro da calça e o de Tony estava quase pulando para fora do terno.
Uma sibilância soando à esquerda capturou seu foco. O medo instaurou-se sobre sua estrutura quando você notou a porta do escritório entreaberta, o fraco impulso do vento fazendo as dobradiças rangerem. Você não se certificou de fechá-la.
Vários cenários nos quais alguém entrava e via você naquela situação passaram por sua cabeça. Foi impossível não tremer na base.
No entanto, um aperto de respeito na sua região traseira chamou a sua atenção. Retornando para Tony, você detectou os olhos dele namorando o seu corpo.
— Não está sendo divertido, né? – Tony guardou os óculos em uma gaveta na parte inferior do tampo da mesa.
— Não, imagina! Tá sendo super legal ficar parado aqui, em pé, enquanto você faz da minha bunda o seu brinquedinho antiestresse. – sua fala sarcástica veio acompanhada de um sútil sorriso irônico. — Quer arrancar pedaço?
Um risinho fraco escapou dos lábios curvados de Tony — Calma aí, garotinho estressado… – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de subir com a mão pela lombar, te fazendo arrepiar durante a jornada dos dedos. — Deixa comigo, vou fazer ficar divertido.
O mais velho te puxou, pondo você de frente para ele. Sem aviso prévio e com a delicadeza de um acidente de trânsito, Tony enfiou dois dedos na sua boca, forçando a passagem com tanta brusquidão que impulsionou sua cabeça para trás. Instantaneamente, lágrimas se formaram no canto dos olhos. — Que cavalheiro… – você murmurou com a voz embargada, se esforçando para não engasgar.
Vidrado na sua feição contorcida, Tony encontrou-se à mercê dos instintos e levou a mão livre para a própria ereção, apertando o volume dolorido contido no tecido azul escuro. — Controla os dentes, senão vai sobrar pra esse seu rostinho bonito, vadia!
Maldita vontade de contrariar.
Você quase mordeu os dedos de Tony após a fala dele, mas decidiu ser obediente e contribuiu, sugando o indicador e o médio até o mais velho ficar satisfeito e puxá-los para fora.
Tony se levantou da cadeira acolchoada e posicionou-se atrás de você. — Cê não tinha uma roupinha melhor pra vir aqui não? E aquelas que eu comprei pra você? São de grife. – ele sussurrou no seu ouvido, sem esperar uma resposta antes de pressionar você contra a mesa e abaixar a sua calça moletom junto da cueca.
O seu corpo, curvado e nu da cintura para baixo, era refém das mãos ousadas do bilionário.
— Aquelas roupas de puta? – você apoiou a bochecha na superfície fria em um ângulo onde conseguia ver Tony e o volume que fazia a calça dele parecer justa de tão proeminente que era. — Foi mal, Tonyzinho, mas eu prefiro usar algo que cubra mais que cinco por cento do meu corpo.
— Mesmo? Poxa, eu tava te considerando uma putinha esse tempo todo. – Tony mantinha um biquinho nos lábios enquanto afastava as bandas da sua bunda, hipnotizado com a forma que sua entrada pulsava ao redor do nada. — Minha putinha…
— Puta é a mãe! – você respondeu, sentindo os joelhos fraquejarem e seu pau liberto latejar, pingando pré-sêmen no chão. — Eu só não desperdiço oportunidades.
Stark riu soprado. — Uhum. – murmurou e enfiou os dedos encharcados no seu interior com facilidade. — Tá meio relaxadinho… andou brincando sem mim?
O seu silêncio te dedurou.
Tony uniu o peitoral às suas costas, distribuindo beijinhos por sua nuca e oscilando entre arranhar a pele cálida com os dentes. — Que cuzinho ganancioso o seu... – ele agilizou a movimentação no seu interior, empurrando os dígitos com força, compondo uma sinfonia molhada enquanto brincava com as várias formas de dedilhar. — Te comer três vezes na semana não tá sendo suficiente? Eu posso aumentar pra cinco... não, sete! Tenho fome de você a semana toda, boneco.
O hálito fresco do Stark chicoteou seu pescoço, e você teve que segurar a vontade de rodear os dedos na própria ereção, ciente de que Tony gostava de ser o único responsável pelo seu clímax.
— E-eu me preparei antes de vir pra cá... Na verdade, quando vi "velho putão" piscando na tela do celular, antes mesmo de a-atender, eu já estava com a mão dentro da calça. – seus gemidos afetaram a fluidez da fala, resultado da velocidade entorpecente da ponta dos dedos de Tony circulando a sua entradinha avermelhada.
Uma risada, não se sabia se de graça ou indignação, fluiu por entre os lábios de Tony. — Esse é a porra do nome do meu contato no seu celular? – ele abandonou o seu interior, virando-o de costas contra a mesa até você estar completamente deitado naquela superfície. — Podia ter me avisado que já se alargou, assim não perderíamos temp... – ele mesmo se interrompeu. — Pera aí...
— Nem começa! – você imediatamente reagiu ao reconhecer o sorriso presunçoso estampado no rosto do Stark.
— Você achou que precisava de mais preparação? – você não viu, mas ouviu o barulho do zíper da calça de Tony sendo aberto. — Acha que não aguenta? – ele provocou.
Ainda com a calça abotoada no corpo, Tony levou a mão para dentro da lã, abaixou a cueca e agarrou o próprio comprimento, libertando-o da box. Ele afastou os dentes do zíper, passando o pau pelo fecho da calça social. A paciência para tirar as roupas não coube naquele momento.
Tony torcia para não dar merda e acabar machucando a pele do saco entre o metal do zíper.
— Que ego desgraçado… – sua voz murchou no ritmo em que seus mirantes retornavam para o detalhe que fazia daquele lugar um ambiente inseguro. — Tony, a porta… vou fechar! – você ergueu o torso, prestes a resolver o problema.
Tony se livrou do blazer com uma mão e, com a outra, empurrou o seu peitoral, te fazendo deitar novamente. — Não. A porta tá longe. – expressou-se direto e decidido, não abrindo brecha para ser contrariado.
Ele impulsionou fracamente o quadril contra as suas coxas, esfregando a excitação latente na sua pele, muito próximo da sua entrada. Você quase jogou tudo para os ares e implorou para ser fodido, quase.
— Fecha a porta, por favor! – você tentou se erguer outra vez, mas falhou. O Stark deitou em cima de você, unindo seus corpos e limitando ainda mais suas chances de esquiva. — Porra, Tony! Eu não tenho muito a perder se alguém aparecer nesse caralho, mas você tem! – sua insistência não valeu de nada quando direcionada a alguém que podia comprar o silêncio de qualquer um. — Sem contar que a mesa tá cheia dessas… dessas suas folhas! Você não ficou todo esse temp…
Tony cobriu a sua boca com a mão. Ele se divertia com sua preocupação. — Shhh… – o olhar cerrado do Stark ardia de luxúria. O biquinho brilhoso dele, tão convidativo, fazia você desejar aqueles lábios te calando, não a palma. — Ninguém vai entrar, então relaxa. Fica quietinho e seja uma boa vadia. – ele levou a mão livre sorrateiramente até a virilha, agarrando a base do membro e alinhando-o em sua entrada. — Meu pau já entrou, gatinho, não tem como voltar atrás agora. Sinto muito.
Ele não sentiu.
Tony não sentiu muito quando meteu até o talo.
Ele entrou em você sem anunciar, não adotou vagareza no movimento, foi brusco e rápido. — Po...rra! – ele arfou, arrepiando da cabeça aos pés quando envolto no calor quente das suas estranhas.
A longa preparação pareceu inútil naquele momento. Dois dedos miseráveis não eram páreos para o pau grosso e venoso de Tony.
Inicialmente, seu corpo foi cordial; suas paredes sugaram o membro invasor para dentro, mas o cacete pulsante do Stark exigia um espaço que o seu interior apertado não tinha para oferecer. Seus músculos contraíram intensamente, tentando expulsar o pau de Tony, que permaneceu fincado dentro de você, latejando forte. — Muito... muito fundo! – você conseguiu dizer, sua voz abafada devido a pressão da mão em seus lábios.
— É demais pra você? Ah, que dó! – ele zombou, ciente do tesão latente contido em seu corpo trêmulo. — Culpa desse seu corpinho minúsculo. Nem dedada resolve. – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de rodear o braço na sua cintura e se impulsionar para frente, te roubando um espasmo. — Apertado pra caralho! Parece a porra de um virgem. – sussurrou na curvatura do seu pescoço, inalando sua colônia diluída no suor.
As suas bordas estavam estouradas, a pele sensível em brasa, avermelhada e esticada ao máximo para adorar o pau de Tony. Pré-sêmen acumulava-se ali, a umidade branca do Stark escorria de dentro para fora, pintando o seu anel rugoso, deixando a sua entrada molhadinha e o seu interior completamente encharcado.
Você sentiu o metal frio do zíper e o tecido da calça social de Tony roçarem em suas coxas conforme ele iniciava movimentos circulares com o quadril. Ele rolava a pélvis, se esfregando em você, amassando as bolas pesadas na sua bunda macia.
Tony praticamente ronronou no seu pescoço. — Merda… isso é tão gostoso! – os barulhinhos roucos que ele deixou escapar afetaram diretamente seu pau, que latejou entre seu abdômen e o de Tony, manchando sua camiseta preta e deixando a camisa branca do mais velho transparente.
Ter o pau de Tony reivindicando espaço dentro de você fez da sua preocupação algo divertido. O medo de ser pego tornou o ato emocionante, o frio na barriga te levou a contrair o ventre e, consequentemente, esmagar os centímetros do Stark.
Ele respondeu abocanhando o seu pescoço, gemendo e arfando na sua pele enquanto a chupava.
Você só conseguia choramingar, desesperado para gozar. O membro de Tony parecia duplicar de tamanho quando inserido no seu corredor esponjoso. Seus nervos não lidavam muito com a potência da sensação, fazendo de você uma casca vazia que só voltaria a ter alma após o orgasmo.
Foi repentino o vazio. De repente, você tinha somente a ponta grossa alojada dentro. Você estava prestes a reclamar, mas Tony voltou com tudo após a retirada, chocando os quadris contra a sua bunda, engatando em outra estocada logo em seguida, e depois outra e assim por diante.
Ele aumentou o aperto da mão sobre a sua boca, mas não foi capaz de conter o gemido escandaloso que subiu por sua garganta e reverberou nas paredes do escritório.
Mesmo com os olhos marejados, você vislumbrou a expressão contorcida de prazer do homem entre as suas pernas e quase gozou com a imagem. Você precisava descontar todo aquele estímulo em algo, então levou as mãos para as costas do mais velho, arranhando-o através das roupas.
Tony, com as sobrancelhas franzidas, mordeu o lábio inferior, também admirando sua feição bagunçada. — Putinha chorona! – sussurrou no seu ouvido, intensificando as investidas no seu buraco acostumado.
— Mais de-devagar! Nesse ritmo eu… eu… – você sequer terminou a frase, sabendo que seria ignorado com sucesso. Seus dedos desceram arranhando o dorso de Tony até estarem rodeando a cintura dele. 
As bolas do Stark espancavam a sua bunda, ansiosas para liberar o acúmulo no seu buraco tenso, que por sua vez, estava ansioso para ordenhar cada gota de porra, assim como fazia com o pré-sêmen jorrado da glande inchada.
O choque de peles e o barulho úmido do pau afogado nas suas entranhas eram as músicas favoritas para ambos na cena. 
Tony esmurrou sua próstata, sorrindo maroto quando sentiu você tremer embaixo dele, e quando te ouviu gemer ao ponto de babar na palma que ele usava para abafar seus gemidos desenfreados. — Achei. – cantarolou, enfiando fundo no mesmo ângulo, prolongando seus espasmos. — Goza pra mim, vai!
A mesa rangia, balançando com a força das estocadas brutas do Stark. Ele gemeu manhoso e risonho no instante em que você contraiu os glúteos ao redor dele, estasiado com a sensação e contente por testemunhar você tremendo e choramingando ao se aproximar do clímax.
Você veio antes dele, acariciando o ego do bilionário quando gozou apenas sentindo o pau dele ir e vir dentro de você. Suas costas arquearam, desgrudando da mesa na companhia de algumas folhas coladas no tecido suado da sua camiseta. Todo o seu corpo contraiu conforme a porra vazava do seu pau, sujando suas roupas e triscando no cavanhaque de Tony. 
Você gemeu mudo, fortificando o abraço na cintura do Stark e apertando suas pernas ao redor do quadril dele antes de amolecer e cair exausto na mesa.
Mas Tony continuou metendo, dessa vez, eufórico, com movimentos erráticos e ansiosos, acertando o seu interior gasto com o único objetivo de gozar, de encher você até transbordar.
Você estapeou o peitoral dele, tentando afastá-lo, murmurando súplicas sem lógica, sentindo-se superestimulado demais para lidar.
Tony estava no ponto, você não precisou insistir. As estocadas dele perderam o ritmo a partir da contração das bolas. O mais velho abraçou o seu corpo arrebatado, tremendo sobre você, em profundo êxtase enquanto pressionava os quadris na sua bunda.
O pau dele convulsionou dentro do seu buraquinho relaxado e, assim como você, ele gemeu mudo ao gozar.
Você sentiu cada uma das pulsações que antecederam os jatos de porra. O líquido pegajoso esquentou suas entranhas, pintou o seu interior de branco e, como Tony havia calculado, te preencheu com tanta fartura que vazou, escorrendo para fora do seu buraco conforme o pau do Stark amolecia, dando brecha para o sêmen se acumular na madeira da mesa e arruinar algumas das folhas ali espalhadas.
Caído em cima de você, Tony respirava pesado, vez ou outra contraindo e lhe arrancando uma reclamação, ainda sob efeito do clímax intenso.
— Desgraçado. – você cochichou como se estivesse revelando um segredo, sorrindo fraco para o outro homem.
O bilionário fazia cafuné na sua cabeça com a mão esquerda e fechava o zíper da calça com a direita. — Arrombado. – sussurrou a verdade em sua orelha.
Porque de fato, você foi arrombado.
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fiveandknives · 2 months ago
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If you do movieverse spideypool and make spidey THolland, im planting a nuke in ur coffee
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angheling · 7 months ago
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Here’s a little doodle dump of Tonis I put together because I love him
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thoughtdaughterdisease · 24 days ago
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okay, so i was thinking about what type of music each one of the avengers would play in the car/quinjet, so here are my thoughts !!
Tony:
Mostly AC/CD obviously, Led Zeppelin , Styx, some lynard skynard, mostly like 80s-90s rock, (or if you get lucky, some milli vanilli.)
Steve:
Yes, a lot of 40s music, feat. Taylor Swift, Marvin Gaye (thanks sam!), Queen, some of The Beetles stuff, maybe even some Bob Marley to be honest :)
Bucky:
As he said in FATWS, he likes 40s music. secretly likes certain Billie Eilish songs, ie; birds of a feather, skinny, the greatest. Would like Hozier, The White Stripes, and Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon. loves ed sheeran songs
would have the saddest relationship with Sailor Song (by Gigi Perez) EVER.
Bruce:
Definitely Classical Music. He definitely seems like the type of person to have the most chaotic self destructive relationship with Requiem by Mozart.
But, sometimes he'll definitely listen to The Beetles and Queen, (probably had a secret addiction to *NSYNC or the Backstreet Boys.) Would lowkey vibe to MARINA and Mother Mother if had the chance.
Clint:
I feel like Clint doesn't listen to a lot of music because he needs all his senses and combined with his hearing problems, it's never really been confident. However, i think if he did listen to music it would be like, Counting Crows, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, etc.
Sam:
This man has two sides and you cannot convince me otherwise.
1. Hip Hop, or just a range of shitty rap to good rap. so 50 cent, eminem, Dr. Dre, P-Diddy 😨, Ludicrious, Kendrick Lamar, Kanye, Travis Scott, XXTENTENTIONXX. i feel like he would've made his dislike for drake very clear from the moment he got famous
2. Marvin Gaye. Jazz. Blues. The whole shebang, all of it, the slow rock, and let's not forget; Michael Jackson.
Natasha:
Again, Like Clint, i don't think she'd really like having the vulnerability of when you're listening to music but, she does like when Tony puts on his music in the Quinjet. I also feel like she'd like The White Girl Music. She genuinely Believes there's nothing better to rock out to than Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.
Has a hidden Apprieciation for songs like Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy, because of how much she loves to dance to them. (this also applies to movies like black swan, etc.)
Thor:
He just so in love with Disney Movies that he Unironically listens to the soundtracks when someone else shows him how. It's really the only music he willingly listens to on earth. On Asgard however, I think he'd like the musicians there but he's never paid much attention to them.
Loki:
If he found out how to use spotify, his liked songs would be filled with Classical Music, Instrumental Covers of Pop Songs that he doesn't know, some Adele songs, Partition and Hainted by Beyoncé, Some MISSIO songs, Fall Out Boy, Teen Idle by MARINA, Lords, Michael Buble, Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde, Artic Monkeys, PHOEBE BRIDGERS FOR SUREEE.
he is the embodiment of BLUE by Billie Eilish and nobody can convince me otherwise.
HAMILTON, HE WOULD LOVE HAMILTON.
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i have a really unhealthy obsession with 2012 Avengers.
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