#bottom tony stark

[transexualpirate]

bottom tony stark wouldn't be so common if rdj were just a bit taller because mainstream fandom automatically assumes that the taller = manlier which = top and therefore shorter = feminine = bottom. in this essay i will

[hero-i-am-not]

Just published a new Stony fic! Check it out <3

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: Margin of Error [1/2]

Summary: It had to be a moment of madness. Or– his hips jerk as Tony starts again– an act of foolish defiance. His thoughts empty out but in that last moment of clarity, Peter knows the truth.

He had been asking for it. He had been begging for his omega's undivided attention and now he has it. His stupid hot-headed alpha desires, so eager to rile his omega up, and now, he's paying the price.

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Khalixa asked for: Sim punishes Spidey by wringing him dry in front of his friends?

One of my surprise birthday gifts for one of my favorite people, @khalixascorner this fic is completed and I'll have the next one posted soonish! Then after this, one more gift fic that's alpha/alpha wingfic with Alpha Peter chasing after alpha Tony 🎉 love you, Jackie!! 💗

Ch1 WC: 2795

(AO3 Link)

Notes: SIM, omegaverse, sex toys (specifically alphas having a toy in their ass), top Peter Parker, dominant Tony Stark, Alpha Peter, omega Tony, edging, scent drunk, some mindfuckery, humiliation, dirty talk

Additional notes for ch2: some prostate milking, multiple orgasms, forced voyeurism, so much bodily fluids, knotting, possessive behavior, intersex omegas, vaginal sex

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Peter's ears burn at the soft fwap fwap fwap that echoes in the room. The heat is indistinguishable from the burning humiliation that engulfs him. It's a distinctive sound, one that he'd instinctively recognize because he had been a horny teen once upon a time. He doesn't need the sound to tell him what's happening to him though. He feels it keenly, every stroke, every slick wet slide of his omega's hand on him.

The sensation is enhanced even further because he can't see. The Superior had deemed his sight a privilege, one that had been revoked upon finding out that Peter had disobeyed and tried to do something without informing his omega.

He'd been brought in by the Superior's people, bound and blindfolded, in the middle of a work day. He couldn't even see his omega's reaction but he could feel the frosty chill in the air, the heavy weight of disappointment but also the sharp edge of anticipation.

His omega had not been pleased so it had not been a surprise when Tony rearranged him and bound him on a sturdy chair in that very same office. The omega wasted no time in dismissing his people, leaving only the two of them and whatever punishment his Superior deemed necessary.

And now, here he is, his omega stripping layer after layer of humanity from him until Tony is satisfied and pleased with what he finds beneath.

Peter is an alpha. He's supposed to be at the top of the food chain. He is also enhanced, physically made stronger by luck, and then made perfect by design. By the Superior.

Now, though, he is as weak as a kitten, mewling and gasping with every stroke of that familiar hand. He's been made pliant, his superhuman strength useless against the bonds made specifically for him.

There's also a toy inside him. It's blessedly still, just a foreign object that he'd taken with a small helpless whimper. Peter knows the omega can make it grow larger or smaller according to his whims and the thought has him clenching around it even as his cock drips and drips with anticipation.

Tony Stark can do anything he wants and Peter will let him. It's been forged into him, the strength to fight alongside the Superior and the weakness in his knees so that he readily kneels before his omega.

Even blindfolded as he is, he can feel the heavy gaze of his Superior, can imagine his brilliant blue eyes catching every twitch, every desperate drip of precome beading at the slit of his erect cock… Tony's hand with his clever fingers, efficiently working an orgasm out of him because he knows how to play Peter's body just right.

He's close… He's so close. He can feel it starting at the pit of his stomach with a desperate edge to reach completion. His muscles clench tight, his toes curling desperately even as his cock gives a violent jerk. He's leaking so much, he knows it because he feels the strokes go smoother. There's less friction when Tony swipes at the tip, collecting all that sticky precome to add to the wetness clinging to his cock.

Peter's hips jerk and a whine tears itself from his throat. He just needs one more… one… more…!

A harsh pinch at his half-formed knot has the alpha crying out, white lightning flashing behind his eyelids. The pain is exquisite, hurts so good... Any other time, Peter would've shot his load, pushed over the edge, but not this time.

His omega hasn't given him permission.

"Shh, shh," the Superior purrs at him when he whimpers. His knot aches but that's not where Tony soothes him. Instead, he pets Peter's chest, rubs possessively at his scent gland, and licks the sharp angle of his jaw.

He's a warm weight against Peter's back and his scent is in full bloom. It assaults Peter's nose, fills his lungs, and scrambles any cognizant ability the alpha has. It's so rare for Tony to allow his scent to spread like this and it's both heaven and hell for the alpha. Tony so rarely allows this because it gives away too much of what the omega feels but it also puts Peter under hard and fast.

From his scent alone, Peter can tell the Superior is aroused. There's a heavy sort of sweetness in the air, like honey. The scent of his slick is sticky sweet on his tongue and so so dangerous… Because along with that sticky sweetness is an edge of metal, of iron.

His omega is angry, furious… And he has every right to be because Peter had disobeyed. He had been so good and he had been perfect as he was trained to be so many months ago. He doesn't know why he had disobeyed, why he had tried to sneak away to try to see his friends.

It had to be a moment of madness. Or– his hips jerk as Tony starts again– an act of foolish defiance. His thoughts empty out but in that last moment of clarity, Peter knows the truth.

He had been asking for it. He had been begging for his omega's undivided attention and now he has it. His stupid hot-headed alpha desires, so eager to rile his omega up, and now, he's paying the price.

Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Quiet whispers taunt him in his own voice but the mean edge to them is all Tony.

The muscles in his body start to tighten again as he's being worked toward orgasm. His eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head and his mouth pants open like a pathetic dog.

It's worth it. To have his omega lavishing attention on him even if it's the kind that makes Peter cry, the kind that makes him regret his actions at the moment. His omega's scent fills up his lungs and cows him into submission simply because he wants and he needs.

It's still worth it…

Tony edges him to the brink of madness with a loving hand, slippery wet with Peter's precome and Peter cries and whines and shudders with need. His omega doesn't relent. How can a handjob feel so cruel? How can it fill him with so much need, fill him close to bursting with want, but all there is, in the end, is frustration that sets his teeth aching.

By the third time, Peter's tears turn the blindfold darker where the wetness seeps in. His cock is soaked from all the precome his omega has milked out of him and the wet sounds echo in the room. His dignity has long since been ground to dust, especially when all he can do is wordlessly beg for release.

The next time Tony builds him up for release, he strains against his bonds but they hold him steady. His eyes are squeezed shut and his focus is entirely on Tony's cruel touch. It feels like he's holding his breath when the omega encourages him closer and closer.

"What do you think, alpha?" Tony murmurs into his ear. "Do you think this is enough penance? How many times has it been?"

Peter shakes his head but it's more of a subconscious shake. More tears burn in the corner of his eyes but with how hot he feels, it's irrelevant.

"My poor alpha," the Superior licks the corner of his lip, hot breath fanning over his rough teeth bitten lips. "You should see how red your cock is, baby. And your poor little knot… Just begging to be popped and milked of come. How desperate you must be… Poor thing. Poor alpha."

Peter is almost grateful that he can't see. It wouldn't be the first time his omega has played with him like this and it won't be the last. But somehow adding visuals to his plight makes it worse. Tony's words paint the image in his mind well enough, that of an alpha bound and at the mercy of his beautiful omega, a straining cock begging for relief.

Then Tony does the worst thing possible.

He lets go of Peter's cock and it's like the world ends. Immediately, Peter cries out.

"Superior, plea– mmph!" Wet fingers shove into his mouth and he tastes the salt from his own fluids. He almost gags around Tony's fingers but he's been trained enough that his mouth and throat instantly relax.

"Take what I give you and be glad of it," the superior omega growls into his ear then viciously sets his teeth there. "My alpha's been so good so far despite being a disrespectful little brat."

Peter whimpers as a result. He's conditioned to crave his omega's approval but he's also been made to find pleasure in the hot burn of humiliation. All this, the Superior knows so when Peter obediently sucks on his fingers, running his tongue and licking off any hint of salt, Tony purrs in approval.

"That's it, pet. Suck on my fingers like they're my cock," Tony says and starts thrusting them in and out of his mouth, a mimicry of the fucking his alpha dick so badly wants. "Show me what a good little slut my alpha is for his omega. Go on, just like that, baby boy… Taught you well, didn't I?"

"Mmph…!" Peter haphazardly agreed. He works on Tony's fingers, wriggling his tongue between them and over every joint, eager to please.

When Tony finally removes his fingers, he smears all the spit coating them against Peter's chest, fingers digging into the muscle. The hint of pain has Peter whining again, hips jerking and his erect cock swaying in the air, neglected.

"If I didn't have plans already, I'd put these to good use," Tony's breath tickles his ear and his tongue dips in, curving around the hard shell. "Maybe I'll save that for tonight then. Open you up on my fist then fuck your tight little alpha hole to remind you who you belong to."

Peter's mind swims as sheer want has his mind redirected to that part of his body. The toy inside him is a small little thing, smaller still than the size of his omega's cocklet. It still feels so big and strange, a foreign feeling, a sense of wrongness to have his hole stretched open on a toy.

It only feels right when it's his omega using him but maybe in time, this, too, will be something he gets used to. He shudders just even thinking about it.

"Superior, please…"

He doesn't know what he's begging for… For Tony to stop? For Tony to continue and put him out of his misery? He doesn't have the right to beg but he still does it anyway.

He must make a pathetic sight but it must also please his omega because he feels movement. There's a shift in the Superior's stance and the fine hairs on his arms raise at the displacement of air around him.

Then there's a weight settling in his lap, a warm, lithe body that's familiar and very much wanted. The Superior presses in close, his arms settling around Peter's neck in an intimate embrace. Then, purposely, he presses in even closer, and Peter jerks against his bonds when his sensitive cock rubs against the omega's expensive suit.

His breath hitches in his lungs when the pressure doesn't stop. It only increases as the omega drapes himself over his front. The friction against his cock–

"S-Sir– I… I can't…" Peter chokes out the words.

"Little alpha can't take it anymore…?" Tony nips at his jawline then seals his mouth over his pulse.

"Oh–!" Peter gasps when Tony sucks hard, hard enough to bruise. There's a hint of teeth which is then followed by his omega's tongue.

"You're leaking so much…" Tony whispers against his skin. "I can feel it soaking through my clothes. Such a bad alpha, ruining my clothes like this… Don't you know how much this piece costs?"

"M sorry…" Peter groans but it's ignored.

The omega chuckles darkly against his skin before shifting. His lips land a bit higher up on Peter's neck and another bruise is lovingly sucked in a flash of teeth and tongue.

Then Tony starts to move against him. It starts out slow and the movement is so subtle that Peter doesn't notice at first. He's too focused on his omega's mouth but that quickly changes when the friction on his cock increases.

But… His omega isn't touching him. He's simply rubbing his body against Peter's front and inadvertently providing the much needed friction his poor cock needs. It's another form of torture but one that Peter welcomes because it's something to ease the ache.

"If you wanna come, you come like this," the Superior murmurs, revealing his intention.

With no hand on his cock… Nothing but the press of his omega's body against his… Tony isn't even naked and the expensive fabric of his suit feels harsh on his sensitive erection.

Peter whimpers, sure that it'll be impossible. His knot aches but without a warm body to sink into, to lock into, all this rubbing and humping is only going to end in driving him even wilder.

That may be the Superior's true plan, after all.

But what can Peter do? What can he do besides obey and jerk his hips with the tiny amount of give the bonds allow?

His cock rubs between his naked belly and Tony's vest. It feels disjointed at first but their bodies fall into a natural rhythm and oh– Tony's moving with him, fluid and graceful, letting his body rub against Peter's cock.

The more friction he gets, the more he believes he can fulfill his Superior's request. His head falls forward and he tucks his nose against the omega's neck. He greedily sucks in the sweet scent there, letting it fill him up and send his head spinning.

His omega's scent… Sweet like honey… A hint of iron, of blood…

To him, it feels like his cock gets even harder, though he's not sure that's even possible. Tony's been edging him for who knows how long now… He's rock hard and getting closer and closer to that edge.

"Be a good boy now," Tony mouths against his lips. He feels the sharp nip against his bottom lip and he hisses, he whines– He wants to be a good boy, he needs to be everything his superior omega wants.

His hips buck and the restraints dig into his skin but oh– It feels so good… so fucking good. His omega, his Superior, touching him, letting him do this, letting him–!

"Come." The word is whispered almost lovingly and Peter lets go.

The force which was holding his orgasm at bay simply snaps with his Superior's permission. It rolls over Peter like a tidal wave, leaves him gasping for breath as his cock spurts out such a heavy thick load between their bodies.

His knot expands but it's nowhere near its usual size. There's no warm hole to milk it and his Superior won't even close his fist around it in a poor imitation. It would be painful if the rush of denied pleasure didn't overwhelm him.

None of that registers in his mind though. In fact, nothing really registers as he lets out a drawn out shameless groan. Once that first initial load spills, his cock continues to spit out smaller ones with each twitch.

At the very end, Tony decides to take him in hand and milk out the remaining dribbles.

Peter's brain stutters back online by then but his mind is still reeling from the release. He hisses when Tony starts to tug at his half hard cock and a sense of deja vu has the alpha whimpering in need.

Tony's scent is working against him. His body is working against him. It knows his omega, his mate, is not satisfied and without a successful knotting, Peter's enhanced body can go again and again and again. It can go as many times as his Superior requires of him and he requires… so… much…

"Good boy… Getting hard just from some light petting even after such a big load…" his Superior praises him when Peter's cock starts to harden once more. "Good alpha…"

Once past the brief moment of oversensitivity, it's like nothing has changed. His body is just as eager to obey, his cock just as hard, and his knot just as full… His mind is just desperate to please his omega.

So when his Superior kisses him hard enough to taste blood, all Peter does is submit and lets his omega in. Every bit of him belongs to the Superior and Tony claiming his mouth…

It's only right.

[yourfriendlyauthor]

I just Imagine

When Tony Stark is pregnant with Steve Rogers baby and when the time come for labor Tony will tell Steve he never wanted to experience the pain again but when Tony finally get to hold baby 'Peter' he will say I want another one I want to make a one-shot of this but I don't know how to piece it all together.

[popcorn-plots]

hmmm....

i wrote it.

(Tony gets railed by Pepper. That's it. That's the entire plot.)

[seveett]

“ BAD BOY .”

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.)

“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.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt: @fizzyyelf

[gunsandspaceships]

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.

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.

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.

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.

Iron Man 3:

0:03:35 - Maya takes off glasses from Tony and pulls him by his scarf into a kiss.

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.”

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”.

[hainethehero]

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.

[dragonstar2568]

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…

[denebolablack]

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*

[marrziy]

"Bilionário Ordinário"

★» 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.

𝐏alavras: 2.8k

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.

[thoughtdaughterdisease]

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.

[kitcat992]

@spiderwoman-14 Thank you a million times over for sharing your beautiful talent with the use of this series. (I'm crying so hard I'll probably throw up. holy shit.) You're going to do A LOT of cool stuff with this skill, I can tell. And I'm so utterly blessed you chose these stories as one of your ways to be creative. It's amazing, and to see the way you animated and brought to life the plots of these books...wow. Just, wow. Thank you so much. (I'm going to treasure this until the day I die. This is SO freaking cool)

[gunsandspaceships]

Tony and BDSM

According to this poll, 30% of fans don't know Tony's sexual preferences in canon.

I already have a post with evidence that he is a submissive:

So yes, he does practice BDSM. And not just occasionally. Sources show us that every time Tony had sex (shown or mentioned in the MCU), it involved a D/S dynamic, restraints, and sensory deprivation.

And in case Tony's position under Christine in the IM1 sex scene doesn't look kinky enough for you - here's a fragment from Iron Man: I Am Iron Man! (comics adaptation of IM1):

[hainethehero]

This is your daily reminder that Steve Rogers is a needy, whiny bottom who likes d!ck, ice cream & cuddles.

[manilovetumblerusernames]

White board doodlez cos my fren n i got sidetracked :P