May 17, 2018
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“Bucky Barnes is and always will be my one true love. I wish he was real just so I can give him all the love and pleasure he deserves in every way.”
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“Bucky Barnes is and always will be my one true love. I wish he was real just so I can give him all the love and pleasure he deserves in every way.”
Mr. Stark (Tony Stark/Reader)
Note: found a prompt for Tony on @dirtyavengerssecrets and it inspired me to come out of my slumber as a writer, in general, and write something. I hope you enjoy!
**As for warnings, I guess smut.
You enter the conference room a few minutes after Steve has left. Everyone else in sight has gone away, to do whatever it is that they do. You approach Tony, who runs his hands through his hair with a stressed sigh. You knock briefly on the glass wall, and he looks behind him. His eyes are angry until he sees you, and they relax, a smile making its way onto his lips. You return the smile as you stop in front of him and run your own hands through his hair. He sighs and lets his head rest against your chest, and his hands rest on your hips.
“Hey,” you whisper with a smile.
His response is muffled by your chest, but you can only assume it’s something similar to ‘hey’. You ask, “how’s it going, baby?”
He sighs deeply before lifting his head, and he responds, “frustrating. Very frustrating.”
You frown, “anything I can do to help?”
He doesn’t answer. His eyes narrow slightly and he raises one eyebrow. You know that look. You gasp, “Tony, here? You know these are GLASS walls, right? Anybody could walk in and see us!”
He chuckles as his hands move to your ass. He purrs, “and they’d get a very good show.”
You raise your own eyebrow at him and he gives you another look. A look that the bastard knows you can’t refuse. He gives you the puppy eyes. He even gives you the pout of his lips.
“Please?”
Damn it.
You sigh in defeat, and he reacts with a triumphant grin. You give him a grin of your own as you straddle his lap. You’re suddenly very thankful that you have a skirt on today. He hums with satisfaction as one of his hands rests on your hips, as the other reaches into your hair and pulls you into a hard kiss. You return the kiss eagerly, and swipe your tongue along his lip. His mouth opens to you immediately, and your tongues quickly start to dance together. The hand that rested on your hip moves down beneath your skirt and starts to tease your lips with soft touches and grazes. His mouth moves down to your neck and his touch gets firmer on you. Tony moves your underwear to the side and one finger makes it past your lips. It grazes your clit and you jerk in surprise, a small moan comes out of you and you can feel his smirk against your skin. He focuses on that spot, circling your clit, occasionally swiping over it. He continues until you’re trembling and trying to keep your moans quiet. He notices this, and he moves his other hand to your hair, tugging it roughly. You gasp in surprise, and he purrs, “I want to hear you, baby, don’t keep it in.”
You whimper as he swipes over your clit again and your hands start to move on their own. They move down to Tony’s pants and you start to unbutton them. You quickly pull the zipper down and you reach your hand inside, quickly finding his cock. You wrap your fingers around it and he hums in your ear. You start to stroke him and his hips thrust into your hand. You stroke him for a few moments before you’re smacking his hand away from your clit and guiding his cock into you. He starts with small thrusts until he’s all the way in, and the thrusts get deeper. You start to ride him, your hands moving upwards. One rests on his right shoulder for leverage, and the other grasps his red tie. You tug on the tie, pulling Tony towards you. Your mouths connect and you both moan at the contact. You start to ride him harder and his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. When you pull your mouth away from his, he leans back in the chair and watches you, continuing with his thrusts.
He hums, “that’s right, babe. Just like that. God, you’re so good,” and he moans. Hearing his husky voice causes your grip on the tie to tighten even more.
“Touch yourself,” he commands you, breathlessly. You immediately comply, moving your hand from his shoulder down between your legs, and your fingers go to work, circling your clit, with the occasional swipe just like Tony was doing earlier. His eyes watch you touch yourself and you see him bite down on his bottom lip. The action causes you to tighten around him and he groans. He looks back up into your eyes.
“Do that again,” he whispers. You tighten yourself around him again and he moans your name. He starts to thrust harder into you and he holds your hips in his hands, and he’s soon slamming into you as best he can in this position. Your orgasm starts to build.
You whimper, “I’m getting close, Tony,” and he growls in response, surprising you.
“That’s not my name.”
You know the right answer to this unspoken question and you moan, “Mr. Stark.”
He purrs, “that’s right, good girl. Say it again.”
Your grip on the tie tightens more and you whimper, “yes, Mr. Stark. Yes!”
You squeak in surprise when he smacks your hand away from your clit and replaces it with his own. His fingers immediately start a fast rhythm, mercilessly swiping your clit. It sends you rocketing towards the finish line and you whine, “I’m gonna cum, Mr. Stark.”
“Cum for me,” he says roughly, and the sound of his command in that sexy voice of his pushes you over the edge. You whimper again and your face falls to his shoulder as you cum. He allows you to ride out your high before he takes control, slamming into you again. He surprises you again by grasping both of your wrists and pulling them behind your back. He pulls you against him, keeping your wrists behind you, and his mouth is right next to your ear, speaking filth, telling you how good you are, moaning and groaning your name. His pace quickens and he loses his rhythm, telling you that he’s close. When you know he’s on the edge, you tighten yourself around him again and purr in his ear, “cum for me, Mr. Stark.”
He does so with a shudder and he moans your name again. He rides out his high until he’s spent, and you rest for a few moments before you lift yourself off of him. You straighten yourself up and smile cheekily at him as you straighten him up as well. You tuck him back into his pants and zip him up, then you smooth out any wrinkles on his clothes, and you straighten his tie for him. He smiles at you, “such a good girl.”
Your smile widens and you nod at him. You stand up straight and he stands with you. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek and he gives you a sweet and soft kiss to your lips. And when he pulls away, he whispers, “I’ll reward you later on tonight.”
His voice has taken on that husky tone again and it makes you weak in the knees. He notices this and chuckles to himself. He gives a chaste kiss to your cheek and says, “get back to work now, dear. Don’t want you getting in trouble,” he winks.
You wink right back at him and pull him into a kiss. Smooth and sensual. You can feel him falling under the spell of your lips and you grin against his mouth before pulling away, leaving him breathless and wanting. You back away out of his touch and smirk, “work hard.”
He chuckles, “you have NO idea.”
You turn and walk out of the room, saying over your shoulder, “love you!”
He watches you walk out of the room, paying special attention to the sway of your hips. He can’t wait to put his hands on them again. He grins at your back and responds with love and adoration in his voice, “I love you too, Mrs. Stark.”
SUBMISSION
“I want Steve to dress up as Captain Hydra and punish me. Bend me over his knee and spank me. To fuck me so hard and deny me release until he's had his fill. And then come back as Captain America and just have passionate sex with me until I get off.... Man am I fucked in the head.”
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“Whenever I can't sleep whatsoever or my anxiety starts to act up I just imagine Bucky wrapping me in his arms and holding me close, making me feel safe and relaxed.”
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“A thought came to me last night. Where Thor had me bound by Asgardian chains and he was eating me out for hours until I begged for him to fuck me which he did. Best thought ever!”
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“I think Black Widow watches Captain America in his sleep and masturbates to it.”
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“In Winter Soldier, when Natasha tells Steve: "Who do you want me to be?" in the car, I resist the urge to yell out 'my dominatrix'!”
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“Since when does Wanda need mind control powers? She could just look at me with those big beautiful eyes and I'm hers.”