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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a short laugh, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh really? If you think solving the world’s problems brings you that much pleasure, I guess you’ve forgotten how good it feels to be with me.”

Her hands smooth up his shoulders and down his back, exploring every inch of him she can reach. Natasha normally doesn’t talk much during sex, but she’s more than happy to listen. Especially when Tony is her partner. That’s another thing. He’s been her only partner for a while now: the only man she wants to be with, and it scares her. The way he can read her like an open book at times gets under her skin. It’s an intimacy she never saw herself having, but it makes her feel good somehow. Safe. Protected.

“Maybe so. But I got you away from the lab, didn’t I?”, She replies with a smirk, moaning into his mouth as his hips roll into hers. She’s more than happy to stay pinned beneath him: for this moment, anyways. When he lifts some of his weight off her, she takes the opportunity to wrap a leg around his hip, keeping him as close and humanly possible. “I missed you too. And the sex. I almost forgot how good you are at it.” She makes a silent vow to never again go this long without him. She’s too caught up in the moment to think about what that might mean for her future. Their future. Her hands slide into his hair again and she groans into the kiss, letting him take the lead for now.

Natasha is, whether by choice or necessity, almost as stubborn as he is, and as much can be said about her clinging to control. He knows this for a fact, had clocked and recognised this facet of her since the very beginning, because he had seen it as a reflection of himself--though his was born through paranoia, but massively unresolved trust issues is what you get when you're an orphan billionaire playboy with issues. Go figure.

All this to say; power is a seesaw between them, tipping from one end to another but never weighing on one side for too long. So to see her let go like this, laid out underneath him with pleasure painted openly on her face--it is in itself the greatest privilege. Odd, how her pleasure is tantamount to his own.

"Another day of Tony Stark successfully living up to his reputation," he purrs, winking. He wedges a hand between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing the hood. She feels so good around him, like this. "Tell me when you're about to cum," he says, pistoning his hips. "Gah, fuck, so good for me, baby."

Natasha usually prefers to be the one on top: the person in control. She doesn’t like feeling trapped, and that includes being pinned beneath her partners. But the weight of Tony’s body on hers is oddly comforting. Her pleasure seems to be feeding his, and she makes sure to keep that fire going: writhing and squirming beneath him, making the prettiest sounds if only because she knows he likes them.

She can’t help but roll her eyes at his comment. It was funny, really; she used to find his cockiness annoying as hell. But now that they were…spending more time together, she thought it was hot. “You always do.”, She moans, arching her back when his hands finds its way between their bodies.

The feeling of his fingers on her skin causes something inside of her to snap. She presses her mouth feverishly to his, using the leg locked around his hip for leverage as she rolls them over. She takes advantage of his momentary distraction to pin a hand above his hand, using the other one to grab his hair and tilt his head back. “Oh, you’ll know when I’m close, Mr. Stark.”, She breathes, rolling her hips into his and moaning at how good it feels.

"Careful there," he rasps. The lovely noises she makes only spurs him on; he barely manages to suppress his shiver as that husky, sultry voice sings into his ear. "Almost sounded like you were giving me a compliment," he smirks, arching a brow. His thumb works insistently on her clit, trying to keep a firm, steady rub with all her slick--too soon he feels the familiar building coil of heat in his gut, lurching to impossible degrees.

Just then she flips them over, and suddenly he is beneath her, and by God, this woman, it is the hottest thing to know she can easily catch him off guard like that, could heft his weight over easily like that, could use her kickass body to kick the ass of his own kickass body like that.

"Christ," he gasps, burying a moan in her breasts. "Oh god, fuck, fucking fuck," he thrusts up into her heat, desperate. "Wanna feel you cum around me, baby, please. Please, want to make you feel good, want to make you cum first, fuck, baby come on, please," he babbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a short laugh, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh really? If you think solving the world’s problems brings you that much pleasure, I guess you’ve forgotten how good it feels to be with me.”

Her hands smooth up his shoulders and down his back, exploring every inch of him she can reach. Natasha normally doesn’t talk much during sex, but she’s more than happy to listen. Especially when Tony is her partner. That’s another thing. He’s been her only partner for a while now: the only man she wants to be with, and it scares her. The way he can read her like an open book at times gets under her skin. It’s an intimacy she never saw herself having, but it makes her feel good somehow. Safe. Protected.

“Maybe so. But I got you away from the lab, didn’t I?”, She replies with a smirk, moaning into his mouth as his hips roll into hers. She’s more than happy to stay pinned beneath him: for this moment, anyways. When he lifts some of his weight off her, she takes the opportunity to wrap a leg around his hip, keeping him as close and humanly possible. “I missed you too. And the sex. I almost forgot how good you are at it.” She makes a silent vow to never again go this long without him. She’s too caught up in the moment to think about what that might mean for her future. Their future. Her hands slide into his hair again and she groans into the kiss, letting him take the lead for now.

#// i see some new followers here since ive been gone...#anyway how do my tags even work again #tony stark rp #「 star speaks | ooc 」#plotting call

Natasha is, whether by choice or necessity, almost as stubborn as he is, and as much can be said about her clinging to control. He knows this for a fact, had clocked and recognised this facet of her since the very beginning, because he had seen it as a reflection of himself--though his was born through paranoia, but massively unresolved trust issues is what you get when you're an orphan billionaire playboy with issues. Go figure.

All this to say; power is a seesaw between them, tipping from one end to another but never weighing on one side for too long. So to see her let go like this, laid out underneath him with pleasure painted openly on her face--it is in itself the greatest privilege. Odd, how her pleasure is tantamount to his own.

"Another day of Tony Stark successfully living up to his reputation," he purrs, winking. He wedges a hand between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing the hood. She feels so good around him, like this. "Tell me when you're about to cum," he says, pistoning his hips. "Gah, fuck, so good for me, baby."

// I know this blog has gone inactive for a while but! I am back. So now I'd like to make a plotting call--go ahead and give this post a like or reply if you'd like to RP with this dumbass and I'll reach out to plot with you!! <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

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

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

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

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

Nat doesn’t even seem aware of her confessions. She’s so caught up in the feeling of his bare skin against hers that she doesn’t realize she’s revealing her secret fantasies to him.

She frowns when he slides out of her, wanting nothing more than to draw this moment out. But then he sinks to his knees in front of her and her brain short circuits. For once in her life, Natasha can’t think of anything to say. Her hips jerk forward before he’s even touched her, desperately seeking the friction they’d had only moments before.

She gazes down at him, eyes dark with lust as her fingers flex at her sides. There’s a reason why so many people want to be with this man. He’s a literal genius, and the hottest man Nat’s ever met, even if she’ll never admit it. Having the Tony Stark on his knees for her drives her crazy. She pushes her fingers into his hair, moaning as he latches onto her.

“Good boy.”, She murmurs, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She isn’t sure how he’ll react to the praise, but she’s curious to find out.

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

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

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

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

She loves moments like this: the times when neither one of them is fully in control. Tony’s willing to give her everything, and she’s willing to take it. But she wants to give too. Not just her body: her heart. She’d give him her very soul, if she thought she had one. Love is for children, and she isn’t sure she loves him. Emotions are hard for her to express. But she certainly cares about him.

She can sort through her feelings later, when she’s alone and her mind is clear. For now, she slides her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands and mouth on her. The back of her head hits the shower wall and she tugs at his hair, completely lost in the moment. His proposition pulls her back to reality. Normally, she would make some comment about him needing to get clean first, but not this time. “Bed.”, She agrees breathlessly, reaching down and taking his hands to help him to his feet. The shower can wait. She can’t.

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

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

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

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

Nat is more than happy to kiss him. He’s been in the workshop for what feels like forever, and she’s missed him. She laughs as he drags her from the bathroom, wringing her wet hair out before she’s pulled from the shower. She doesn’t want to get his bed too wet. Not with her hair, anyways. Natasha usually doesn’t like to be pushed around, but Tony is so eager to have her and she wants him so bad that she lets him maneuver her onto the mattress. Her arms wrap around his neck and she hums in agreement, giving him a quick kiss. “Mhm. Much better.” There’s no risk of them slipping now, and the bed is so much more comfortable than the shower.

She moans as he buries his face between her legs, fingers curling into the sheets. He knows what she wants, and she’s too breathless to reply. The way he looks in this moment drives her crazy, and the only response he gets is a moan as she slides her fingers into his hair and pushes his face between her thighs. Nat knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it.

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

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

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

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

Natasha watches him with lust blown eyes. He looks so good between her legs, and she can’t believe she’s been able to keep her hands off him for so long. Even when she was working under him as Natalie, she’d found herself falling for him.

He’s teasing her: she knows that much. But he’s so good with his hands and mouth that she doesn’t protest. She knows he won’t leave her wanting. She tries to behave for now: keeping her fingers in his hair and her legs open for him so she doesn’t trap his head between her thighs. She moans when he finds her sweet spot, arching off the bed as she tugs at his dark hair. “Fuck….”

He pulls away and she tries to bring him back, not wanting the moment to end. She’s aching: worked up and desperate for him, and if he keeps teasing her, she might just take control of him. Her legs wrap around his waist and she sits up, pulling him into a rough kiss. She has half a mind to just push him to the ground and ride him until neither of them can think straight, and she might if he doesn’t act soon.

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, she’s sure that he’s going to tease her: to deny her of the one thing she’s aching for. But then he pins her to the mattress and all thoughts leave her mind. She gazes up at him: red hair spread over the pillow, lips parted and eyes dark with raw want. She somehow manages to be the predator and the prey at the same time.

Natasha is by no means weak, physically or emotionally. No one save Barton had ever seen her cry, and she doesn’t show emotion. Her body is a finely tuned instrument: a weapon she was trained to use for survival, among other things. But in this moment, Tony is making her feel emotions she never thought she was capable of. The raw desperation is there: the aching need to have him here and now, and yet she’s hesitant. She’s feeling things she hasn’t felt before. Adoration. She cares for him. Maybe she even loves him.

There isn’t too much time to sort through her feelings (thankfully), because Tony gives her what she him. She dropped her head back onto the pillow, swearing in Russian as he presses her knees into her chest. He definitely knows what he’s doing. She reaches up and grabs his hair, pulling him down into a heated kiss. It’s a little hard to breathe with so much weight on her chest, but Nat doesn’t mind. It feels too good for her to complain. “Fuck. Isn’t this so much better than wasting away in the workshop?”, She asks breathlessly. She supports his work: really she does. It’s just when he doesn’t eat or sleep that she gets upset and worried, and she’s missed him.

#redxinmyledger #// IM BACK BABY

He slows down a little and kisses back, setting a languid pace. "Mm, I'll have you know solving the suit's atmospheric icing problem or integrating the deep-space life support system feels as good as an orgasm, but something tells me engineering talk doesn't turn you on all that much," he chuckles into her lips, planting gentler kisses. He lifts his weight up a little, lets her feel the drag of his length, enjoying the warmth cocooning him in this most intimate way. "God. Fuck. We have spectacularly failed in showering."

Maybe sex with Natasha will always feel this way; this profound, this intense, this electrical. The electricity crackling on his skin isn't even a metaphor--he can feel it like a live wire, like every touch sends pinpricks of pleasure down every nerve ending. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced in bed before, and that's saying plenty considering his bed had been a revolving door for the longest time. Maybe Natasha feels something of the same. But neither of them seem brave enough to admit that, just yet.

"But fuck, baby. I've missed you so much. You feel so good." He fastens up again, groaning into her mouth, kissing her like how she ought to be kissed, trying to find the beautiful thing that makes his chest swell with a million unnameable feelings in her throat. Someday he'll find it, that beautiful thing, hold it up for her to see. He'll say something like, do you see? Do you understand? You are impossibly beautiful. And I don't deserve that. I don't deserve that at all.

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

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

#「 memes 」

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

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

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

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

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

Nat doesn’t even seem aware of her confessions. She’s so caught up in the feeling of his bare skin against hers that she doesn’t realize she’s revealing her secret fantasies to him.

She frowns when he slides out of her, wanting nothing more than to draw this moment out. But then he sinks to his knees in front of her and her brain short circuits. For once in her life, Natasha can’t think of anything to say. Her hips jerk forward before he’s even touched her, desperately seeking the friction they’d had only moments before.

She gazes down at him, eyes dark with lust as her fingers flex at her sides. There’s a reason why so many people want to be with this man. He’s a literal genius, and the hottest man Nat’s ever met, even if she’ll never admit it. Having the Tony Stark on his knees for her drives her crazy. She pushes her fingers into his hair, moaning as he latches onto her.

“Good boy.”, She murmurs, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She isn’t sure how he’ll react to the praise, but she’s curious to find out.

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

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

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

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

She loves moments like this: the times when neither one of them is fully in control. Tony’s willing to give her everything, and she’s willing to take it. But she wants to give too. Not just her body: her heart. She’d give him her very soul, if she thought she had one. Love is for children, and she isn’t sure she loves him. Emotions are hard for her to express. But she certainly cares about him.

She can sort through her feelings later, when she’s alone and her mind is clear. For now, she slides her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands and mouth on her. The back of her head hits the shower wall and she tugs at his hair, completely lost in the moment. His proposition pulls her back to reality. Normally, she would make some comment about him needing to get clean first, but not this time. “Bed.”, She agrees breathlessly, reaching down and taking his hands to help him to his feet. The shower can wait. She can’t.

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

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

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

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

Nat is more than happy to kiss him. He’s been in the workshop for what feels like forever, and she’s missed him. She laughs as he drags her from the bathroom, wringing her wet hair out before she’s pulled from the shower. She doesn’t want to get his bed too wet. Not with her hair, anyways. Natasha usually doesn’t like to be pushed around, but Tony is so eager to have her and she wants him so bad that she lets him maneuver her onto the mattress. Her arms wrap around his neck and she hums in agreement, giving him a quick kiss. “Mhm. Much better.” There’s no risk of them slipping now, and the bed is so much more comfortable than the shower.

She moans as he buries his face between her legs, fingers curling into the sheets. He knows what she wants, and she’s too breathless to reply. The way he looks in this moment drives her crazy, and the only response he gets is a moan as she slides her fingers into his hair and pushes his face between her thighs. Nat knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it.

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

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

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

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

Natasha watches him with lust blown eyes. He looks so good between her legs, and she can’t believe she’s been able to keep her hands off him for so long. Even when she was working under him as Natalie, she’d found herself falling for him.

He’s teasing her: she knows that much. But he’s so good with his hands and mouth that she doesn’t protest. She knows he won’t leave her wanting. She tries to behave for now: keeping her fingers in his hair and her legs open for him so she doesn’t trap his head between her thighs. She moans when he finds her sweet spot, arching off the bed as she tugs at his dark hair. “Fuck….”

He pulls away and she tries to bring him back, not wanting the moment to end. She’s aching: worked up and desperate for him, and if he keeps teasing her, she might just take control of him. Her legs wrap around his waist and she sits up, pulling him into a rough kiss. She has half a mind to just push him to the ground and ride him until neither of them can think straight, and she might if he doesn’t act soon.

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

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

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

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

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

#redxinmyledger #:3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

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

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

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

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

Nat doesn’t even seem aware of her confessions. She’s so caught up in the feeling of his bare skin against hers that she doesn’t realize she’s revealing her secret fantasies to him.

She frowns when he slides out of her, wanting nothing more than to draw this moment out. But then he sinks to his knees in front of her and her brain short circuits. For once in her life, Natasha can’t think of anything to say. Her hips jerk forward before he’s even touched her, desperately seeking the friction they’d had only moments before.

She gazes down at him, eyes dark with lust as her fingers flex at her sides. There’s a reason why so many people want to be with this man. He’s a literal genius, and the hottest man Nat’s ever met, even if she’ll never admit it. Having the Tony Stark on his knees for her drives her crazy. She pushes her fingers into his hair, moaning as he latches onto her.

“Good boy.”, She murmurs, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She isn’t sure how he’ll react to the praise, but she’s curious to find out.

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

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

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

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

She loves moments like this: the times when neither one of them is fully in control. Tony’s willing to give her everything, and she’s willing to take it. But she wants to give too. Not just her body: her heart. She’d give him her very soul, if she thought she had one. Love is for children, and she isn’t sure she loves him. Emotions are hard for her to express. But she certainly cares about him.

She can sort through her feelings later, when she’s alone and her mind is clear. For now, she slides her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands and mouth on her. The back of her head hits the shower wall and she tugs at his hair, completely lost in the moment. His proposition pulls her back to reality. Normally, she would make some comment about him needing to get clean first, but not this time. “Bed.”, She agrees breathlessly, reaching down and taking his hands to help him to his feet. The shower can wait. She can’t.

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

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

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

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

Nat is more than happy to kiss him. He’s been in the workshop for what feels like forever, and she’s missed him. She laughs as he drags her from the bathroom, wringing her wet hair out before she’s pulled from the shower. She doesn’t want to get his bed too wet. Not with her hair, anyways. Natasha usually doesn’t like to be pushed around, but Tony is so eager to have her and she wants him so bad that she lets him maneuver her onto the mattress. Her arms wrap around his neck and she hums in agreement, giving him a quick kiss. “Mhm. Much better.” There’s no risk of them slipping now, and the bed is so much more comfortable than the shower.

She moans as he buries his face between her legs, fingers curling into the sheets. He knows what she wants, and she’s too breathless to reply. The way he looks in this moment drives her crazy, and the only response he gets is a moan as she slides her fingers into his hair and pushes his face between her thighs. Nat knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it.

#redxinmyledger #// tonys a man on a mission and he's ZEROED THE FUCK IN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

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

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

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

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

Nat doesn’t even seem aware of her confessions. She’s so caught up in the feeling of his bare skin against hers that she doesn’t realize she’s revealing her secret fantasies to him.

She frowns when he slides out of her, wanting nothing more than to draw this moment out. But then he sinks to his knees in front of her and her brain short circuits. For once in her life, Natasha can’t think of anything to say. Her hips jerk forward before he’s even touched her, desperately seeking the friction they’d had only moments before.

She gazes down at him, eyes dark with lust as her fingers flex at her sides. There’s a reason why so many people want to be with this man. He’s a literal genius, and the hottest man Nat’s ever met, even if she’ll never admit it. Having the Tony Stark on his knees for her drives her crazy. She pushes her fingers into his hair, moaning as he latches onto her.

“Good boy.”, She murmurs, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She isn’t sure how he’ll react to the praise, but she’s curious to find out.

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

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

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

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

She loves moments like this: the times when neither one of them is fully in control. Tony’s willing to give her everything, and she’s willing to take it. But she wants to give too. Not just her body: her heart. She’d give him her very soul, if she thought she had one. Love is for children, and she isn’t sure she loves him. Emotions are hard for her to express. But she certainly cares about him.

She can sort through her feelings later, when she’s alone and her mind is clear. For now, she slides her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands and mouth on her. The back of her head hits the shower wall and she tugs at his hair, completely lost in the moment. His proposition pulls her back to reality. Normally, she would make some comment about him needing to get clean first, but not this time. “Bed.”, She agrees breathlessly, reaching down and taking his hands to help him to his feet. The shower can wait. She can’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

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

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

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

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

Nat doesn’t even seem aware of her confessions. She’s so caught up in the feeling of his bare skin against hers that she doesn’t realize she’s revealing her secret fantasies to him.

She frowns when he slides out of her, wanting nothing more than to draw this moment out. But then he sinks to his knees in front of her and her brain short circuits. For once in her life, Natasha can’t think of anything to say. Her hips jerk forward before he’s even touched her, desperately seeking the friction they’d had only moments before.

She gazes down at him, eyes dark with lust as her fingers flex at her sides. There’s a reason why so many people want to be with this man. He’s a literal genius, and the hottest man Nat’s ever met, even if she’ll never admit it. Having the Tony Stark on his knees for her drives her crazy. She pushes her fingers into his hair, moaning as he latches onto her.

“Good boy.”, She murmurs, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She isn’t sure how he’ll react to the praise, but she’s curious to find out.

#redxinmyledger #err. ahem. you broke him

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

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

It makes Tony feel ecstatic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha arches into his touch, too lost in the moment to respond. She cries out as he slams into her, obviously enjoying his actions. “Maybe.”, She replies breathlessly, raking her nails down his back as he pulls her into the kiss.

Her arms wrap around him and she pushes her hands into his hair, holding him as close as physically possible. Her tongue meets his and she hums softly, content to just kiss him. His rough whisper causes her to shudder in his arms and she frowns when he stops moving. It’s obvious he isn’t going to continue until she tells him what dirty things she imagines him doing when she gets off.

“Everything. Kissing and touching every inch of me. Fucking me until I couldn’t walk. But I especially liked it when you were on your knees for me.”, She breathed in his ear, pressing her hips into his as she locked a leg around his hips once more.

#redxinmyledger #sorry it took a while!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back, pressing her wet body to his. She appreciates how he keeps his hands over his head, but at the same time, she wants him to touch her.

She hums into the kiss, letting her eyes close. She keeps one foot braced against the side of the shower to keep them upright and the other leg stays locked around his.

“Oh, I’m very flexible, babe.”, She husks, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back. He looks so good like this; bare, hands above his head, eyes half lidded in pleasure. The dampness between her legs has nothing to do with the water from the shower head.

“Touch me.”, She moans in his ear, and it’s unclear where she wants to be touched. All she knows is that she wants his hands on her.

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

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

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

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

Natasha loves the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. Everything about this moment is intoxicating. His hands on her body, the way they’re pressed flush against each other, his mouth on hers.

She groans into the kiss, nails biting into his shoulders. She can’t get enough of him. He’s addicting, and she doesn’t want this moment to end.

His teasing is going to be the death of her. “Dammit, Stark, you know what I want.”, She huffs, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get some much needed friction. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me. Please.”

Nat never says please unless she’s absolutely desperate for something, and right now, she’s desperate for him. She wants him so bad that she’s physically aching, and all he can do is tease her. She rolls her hips into his, pushing a hand into his hair and pulling him into another heated kiss.

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

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

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

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

Despite Tony being the one pinned against the wall, he’s completely in control. It isn’t often Nat surrenders fully to anyone, but this is different. She trusts Tony, and she knows he’ll take good care of her. The only response he gets is a breathy moan as he works his finger inside of her. He knows what she wants.

Her hands find his hair and she throws her head back, breathing heavily as he kisses her neck. The aching between her legs is only getting worse and she needs more than just his fingers to satisfy her. She grinds against his hand with a soft moan, pulling at his hair as her mouth finds his. “I want you.”, She murmurs, pulling his head back so she can suck on his throat. “Now.”

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

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

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

He's needed this.

He isn’t wrong: she’s soaking wet and it’s not from the shower. He’s barely touched her and already she’s aching for him: craving him in every way possible.

She opens her mouth with the intention of making a playful remark, but the only thing that comes out is a moan. Natasha loves being praised and complimented, especially in the bedroom.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she melts when he slides into her: putty in his hands. “I missed you.”, She moans into his neck, bringing one hand up to cover his. It’s obvious she needs this as much as he does. Her free hand smoothes down his chest as she presses her body into his. “Kiss me, Tony.”

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

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

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

Natasha pushes a hand into his hair as they kiss, holding him in place so he can’t pull away easily. The sounds of pleasure he’s making only turn her on more, and she moans into the kiss, rolling her hips into his. He feels so good inside of her, and she wonders how they went this long without being together.

“Yes.”, She breathes, ghosting her fingers over his lips. “You kept me waiting for days. I had to get myself off in this shower. You missed a good show.”

His praise means the world to her. She arches into his touch, eyes half open as her hands smooth up his chest and shoulders. “You of all people should know I don’t mind getting a little dirty, Mr. Stark.”, She purrs in his ear, trailing kisses down his neck and throat.

#redxinmyledger #god nat. hes going wild over the idea of you masturbating without him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back, pressing her wet body to his. She appreciates how he keeps his hands over his head, but at the same time, she wants him to touch her.

She hums into the kiss, letting her eyes close. She keeps one foot braced against the side of the shower to keep them upright and the other leg stays locked around his.

“Oh, I’m very flexible, babe.”, She husks, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back. He looks so good like this; bare, hands above his head, eyes half lidded in pleasure. The dampness between her legs has nothing to do with the water from the shower head.

“Touch me.”, She moans in his ear, and it’s unclear where she wants to be touched. All she knows is that she wants his hands on her.

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

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

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

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

Natasha loves the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. Everything about this moment is intoxicating. His hands on her body, the way they’re pressed flush against each other, his mouth on hers.

She groans into the kiss, nails biting into his shoulders. She can’t get enough of him. He’s addicting, and she doesn’t want this moment to end.

His teasing is going to be the death of her. “Dammit, Stark, you know what I want.”, She huffs, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get some much needed friction. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me. Please.”

Nat never says please unless she’s absolutely desperate for something, and right now, she’s desperate for him. She wants him so bad that she’s physically aching, and all he can do is tease her. She rolls her hips into his, pushing a hand into his hair and pulling him into another heated kiss.

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

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

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

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

Despite Tony being the one pinned against the wall, he’s completely in control. It isn’t often Nat surrenders fully to anyone, but this is different. She trusts Tony, and she knows he’ll take good care of her. The only response he gets is a breathy moan as he works his finger inside of her. He knows what she wants.

Her hands find his hair and she throws her head back, breathing heavily as he kisses her neck. The aching between her legs is only getting worse and she needs more than just his fingers to satisfy her. She grinds against his hand with a soft moan, pulling at his hair as her mouth finds his. “I want you.”, She murmurs, pulling his head back so she can suck on his throat. “Now.”

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

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

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

He's needed this.

He isn’t wrong: she’s soaking wet and it’s not from the shower. He’s barely touched her and already she’s aching for him: craving him in every way possible.

She opens her mouth with the intention of making a playful remark, but the only thing that comes out is a moan. Natasha loves being praised and complimented, especially in the bedroom.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she melts when he slides into her: putty in his hands. “I missed you.”, She moans into his neck, bringing one hand up to cover his. It’s obvious she needs this as much as he does. Her free hand smoothes down his chest as she presses her body into his. “Kiss me, Tony.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back, pressing her wet body to his. She appreciates how he keeps his hands over his head, but at the same time, she wants him to touch her.

She hums into the kiss, letting her eyes close. She keeps one foot braced against the side of the shower to keep them upright and the other leg stays locked around his.

“Oh, I’m very flexible, babe.”, She husks, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back. He looks so good like this; bare, hands above his head, eyes half lidded in pleasure. The dampness between her legs has nothing to do with the water from the shower head.

“Touch me.”, She moans in his ear, and it’s unclear where she wants to be touched. All she knows is that she wants his hands on her.

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

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

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

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

Natasha loves the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. Everything about this moment is intoxicating. His hands on her body, the way they’re pressed flush against each other, his mouth on hers.

She groans into the kiss, nails biting into his shoulders. She can’t get enough of him. He’s addicting, and she doesn’t want this moment to end.

His teasing is going to be the death of her. “Dammit, Stark, you know what I want.”, She huffs, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get some much needed friction. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me. Please.”

Nat never says please unless she’s absolutely desperate for something, and right now, she’s desperate for him. She wants him so bad that she’s physically aching, and all he can do is tease her. She rolls her hips into his, pushing a hand into his hair and pulling him into another heated kiss.

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

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

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

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

Despite Tony being the one pinned against the wall, he’s completely in control. It isn’t often Nat surrenders fully to anyone, but this is different. She trusts Tony, and she knows he’ll take good care of her. The only response he gets is a breathy moan as he works his finger inside of her. He knows what she wants.

Her hands find his hair and she throws her head back, breathing heavily as he kisses her neck. The aching between her legs is only getting worse and she needs more than just his fingers to satisfy her. She grinds against his hand with a soft moan, pulling at his hair as her mouth finds his. “I want you.”, She murmurs, pulling his head back so she can suck on his throat. “Now.”

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

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

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

He's needed this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back, pressing her wet body to his. She appreciates how he keeps his hands over his head, but at the same time, she wants him to touch her.

She hums into the kiss, letting her eyes close. She keeps one foot braced against the side of the shower to keep them upright and the other leg stays locked around his.

“Oh, I’m very flexible, babe.”, She husks, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back. He looks so good like this; bare, hands above his head, eyes half lidded in pleasure. The dampness between her legs has nothing to do with the water from the shower head.

“Touch me.”, She moans in his ear, and it’s unclear where she wants to be touched. All she knows is that she wants his hands on her.

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

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

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

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

Natasha loves the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. Everything about this moment is intoxicating. His hands on her body, the way they’re pressed flush against each other, his mouth on hers.

She groans into the kiss, nails biting into his shoulders. She can’t get enough of him. He’s addicting, and she doesn’t want this moment to end.

His teasing is going to be the death of her. “Dammit, Stark, you know what I want.”, She huffs, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get some much needed friction. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me. Please.”

Nat never says please unless she’s absolutely desperate for something, and right now, she’s desperate for him. She wants him so bad that she’s physically aching, and all he can do is tease her. She rolls her hips into his, pushing a hand into his hair and pulling him into another heated kiss.

#redxinmyledger #MMMMMMM they horny >:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back, pressing her wet body to his. She appreciates how he keeps his hands over his head, but at the same time, she wants him to touch her.

She hums into the kiss, letting her eyes close. She keeps one foot braced against the side of the shower to keep them upright and the other leg stays locked around his.

“Oh, I’m very flexible, babe.”, She husks, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back. He looks so good like this; bare, hands above his head, eyes half lidded in pleasure. The dampness between her legs has nothing to do with the water from the shower head.

“Touch me.”, She moans in his ear, and it’s unclear where she wants to be touched. All she knows is that she wants his hands on her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can as Iron Man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lets out a soft grunt of surprise as he pushes her hands above her head, and while she’s tempted to see what would happen if she misbehaves, she’s too curious as to what he plans to do with her.

The noise she makes as he begins to massage the shampoo into her hair is more of a purr than anything else. She leans back into him, closing her eyes. Then he presses against her and she growls, taking her hands off the wall. Nat normally likes to be teased, but not now. Not when the tension between them has been building up all evening.

She whirls around and grabs his shoulders, switching positions so she’s the one pinning him to the wall. “You dirty little tease.”, She murmurs, eyes locked onto his as she presses her chest into his body. “I have half a mind to just push you to the ground and ride you until you’re moaning my name.”

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

Jesus. His dick twitches.

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he reacts to her teasing. It makes her feel powerful. She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she likes it. She enjoys seeing just how desperate she can make him.

“I think you’re too old for that, babe. Might hurt your back. But just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, grinding her hips into his with a muffled groan.

“Keep your hands above your head or I’m going to stop.”, She murmurs in his ear, running her hands down his chest. She reaches down and wraps her hand around him, giving him a couple strokes to ensure he’s ready for her.

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

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

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

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

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

Nat loves the way he’s reacting to her touch. She grins up at him as she works him with her hand. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. You should have come up a lot sooner.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw. “If you were up here yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to get myself off.”

She takes her hand off him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her wet, bare body flush against his. “Kiss me.”, She breathes, locking a leg around his hip.

The shower probably isn’t the best place to do this, but Nat doesn’t care. She’s missed him too much to wait until they’re in the bedroom.