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In My Hands 🩺 Dark!Doctor!Steve x Reader

18+

Welcome to the KinanaBinks General Hospital. Doctor Rogers is waiting to give you the results of your annual check-up in his clinic. Go on in whenever you're ready - oh, and try your best to relax.

request: okay but dark!doctor! steve convincing y/n she has an illness just so he gets to see her more lmao [anon]

Content Warning: dark!doctor!steve x fem!reader, mature themes, abuse of power, watch me struggle to make up medical bullshit, smut (dub!con, fingering, choking, dirty talk, one little face slap, forced orgasm)

He's almost disappointed when he looks over your lab results and sees that there's absolutely nothing medically wrong with you. That means his chances of seeing you again are slim to none. He can't have that. He won't.

"Well?" You ask him nervously, playing with the hem of your dress. "Is everything okay, Doctor?"

This is your first visit to the hospital in a long time. In fact, you don't think you've seen the inside of a medical building since you moved to New York just over a year ago. All your life, you've been relatively lucky in terms of your physical health and wellbeing, but the way Doctor Rogers is frowning makes you wonder whether that luck has run out.

"No," He utters, thinking on his feet. "Unfortunately, Miss Y/N, I can see some hormonal imbalances in your blood work."

His words confuse you. "Oh?" You ask, tilting your head. "But I feel fine. I have no symptoms or anything."

Steve pushes himself off the desk, leaving behind the lab results before walking over to where you're sitting on the bed. A small, polite smile grows on his lips. "The issues that this specific imbalance causes are insidious, and undetectable. But they can cause you problems in the future if they're not treated." His hand rests on your bare knee and he gently squeezes it. "Right now, you're still young. Energetic. Flexible."

A soft laugh leaves your mouth. "I don't know about that."

He shakes his head, looking you up and down. "Oh, no. I can tell just from looking at you. You're a very healthy young woman, as long as we work on properly balancing your hormones."

"Okay," You mumble, feeling a little warm under his gaze. "Will I need medication?"

Steve swallows thickly. Fuck. He's got free reign over your body. He can prescribe you with whatever the fuck he wants to.

"Absolutely," He replies calmly, his fingers grazing higher up your leg. "I'll need to take a closer look at your blood work and consult with some of my colleagues before writing your prescription."

"Of course," You say with a nod, your skin tingling under his touch.

Steve lightly taps your thigh, purposely doing so because he knows his actions are sending soft vibrations right to your cunt. "I want you back here next week," He tells you sternly, his kind eyes darkening. "We'll have a further discussion about your medication."

"Okay," You agree, your hips bucking up slightly when he taps a little harder, making your pussy throb.

"Anything else you have concerns about?" He asks you, placing his free hand on the back of your head. From his standing position, he towers over you, his broad and tall stature almost daunting.

You shake your head, keeping your eyes on his. "I just hope the imbalance doesn't cause me any big problems, Doctor Rogers."

The way you're looking up at him combined with the way you say his name immediately makes his cock harden, and he doesn't give a fuck if you notice. What are you gonna do? Point out his boner?

"You have nothing to worry about, angel," He assures you, stroking your hair to distract you from the way his hand has completely disappeared under your dress. "You're safe in my hands."

You smile at his words, pure innocence and trust oozing from you. Steve has to hold back his groans. Fuck. He's gonna have fun with this.

It has been two months since you've been on the medication Doctor Rogers prescribed you, and you're not feeling well.

You can't pinpoint what it is.

"It doesn't just feel... medical," You tell him while he takes down notes with a concerned look. "I feel frustrated, and unsatisfied all the time. Desperate to-" You cut yourself off short, not wanting to expose your true feelings to him.

Steve stops writing and looks up at you, raising a brow. "Desperate to what, Y/N?"

The smug fucker already knows. He just wants to hear you say it.

You shake your head, your cheeks heating up. "N- nothing."

He gives you a stern look and pits down his pen before wrapping his hand around the leg of your chair and dragging you closer, causing a slight screech to sound out. "Y/N, I'm your Doctor. Please don't hold anything back. If you're having adverse side effects from the medication, I need to know exactly what they are."

You say nothing, terrified.

Steve tuts softly, cupping your cheek in his big hand. "You can trust me, Y/N. I'm here to help you, not to hurt or judge you. It is vital that you tell me all of your symptoms, so that I can help you."

You know he's right. You know you can trust him. With a deep breath, you look down, unable to meet his eyes. "I feel... desperate to orgasm."

Steve swallows, his cock pushing against his trousers. "And have you been trying to alleviate that feeling yourself?"

"Yes, many times," You admit with more comfort now that you don't sense any judgement.

He has to hold back from fucking you then and there. The image of you desperately playing with yourself, crying out with frustration, almost gives him a brain aneurysm.

"But I just can't seem to finish," You say with annoyance, tightly fisting the hem of your skirt.

"I see," Steve mutters, rubbing his mouth. "Do you perhaps have a partner you could ask for help?"

You don't. He already knows you don't. If you did, Steve would've already killed them by now.

"Not really," You admit bashfully, shrugging. "I've tried so many things. I watched porn, and bought myself some... toys... but nothing works."

He lets out a long breath, close to cumming in his pants as he imagines you fucking yourself with a dildo, rubbing your clit with a vibrator, watching filthy porn as your innocent eyes are permanently tainted.

"As your doctor, I'm obliged to help you in any way that I can," Steve prefaces, resting his hand on your leg. "If you'd like, I can do my best to help you with this symptom."

Your eyes widen slightly. "What do you mean?"

Doing his best to remain professional, he keeps his face straight and his tone curt. "I can bring you to orgasm, Y/N."

You almost choke on air at his proposition. "I- I'm not sure that that's appropriate, Doctor Rogers."

He leans forward and gives you a warm smile. "You have nothing to worry about, angel. You know you're safe in my hands. Let me help you feel better. It's my job, after all."

With a shaky breath, you nod. "Okay." Your heart is racing, but your need to cum overtakes your fear. The medication has driven you insane, and you aren't sure you can go much longer feeling so unsatisfied.

Steve stands up before taking your hand and pulling you up to your feet. He leads you over to the bed and sits you down, his eyes drinking in your body.

"Just relax for me, angel," He says, placing his hands on your knees and forcing your legs apart. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and wraps your legs around his waist. With his eyes hooked to yours, he brings his fingers to your panties, rubbing your damp pussy over the cotton.

A small feeling of dread pools in your stomach as all the kindness and friendliness slowly disappears from his face. His jaw clenches when he feels your clit throb under his fingers, and without wasting any more time, he moves your panties to the side.

The second his skin makes contact with your soaking pussy, you know it's wrong. You clamp your hand around his wrist and shake your head. "You shouldn't be doing this."

To your utter dismay, Steve glares at you and begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, making you cry out. "Just relax," He repeats lowly, slightly pissed off that you're being ungrateful. "You'll feel so much better once you cum."

You whimper, your body betraying you as you drown in pleasure. But you can't ignore the voice of doubt. "This is wrong," You say louder, desperately pushing on his chest but barely even moving him. "We shouldn't be-"

"Shut the fuck up," Steve growls, plunging his fingers into your soppy cunt with no warning. "You told me you're desperate to cum, like the little fucking whore I always knew you were, so now you're gonna cum for me, no matter what you say."

His dirty words make you feel lightheaded. Your head falls forward and rests against his chest as he fingers you hard and fast, the room filling with the sound of your pussy squelching around his digits. He curls them inside you, holding your head close to his body and pressing kisses to your hair.

"That's it; good girl. Nice and quiet for me," He says soothingly, stroking your hair as you let out soft whimpers. "I knew you'd be perfect. Just stay quiet and take what Doctor Rogers gives you. You know you'll feel so much better."

You can't believe how good he's making you feel. You hate that you're enjoying it this much. You're glad your face is hidden against his chest, so he can't see the pleasure on it.

"Your pussy is so wet and warm for me," He groans, going faster. "Can feel her pulsing around my fingers. Is my angel gonna cum?"

His words push you to the edge, elevating your joy as he fingers you harder. He brings his thumb up to rub against your clit, stealing your breath as your orgasm rushes to the surface.

Your cry of ecstasy is muffled against his shirt as you cum onto his fingers, your hands digging into his biceps. Steve chuckles darkly, never once slowing down.

Now incredibly sensitive, you attempt to move backwards and away from him, but his fingers stay buried in your cunt.

"Please, I can't," You cry loudly, shaking your head as tears gather in your eyes. "No more, please-"

Steve cuts you off with a harsh slap to your face, making you gasp as a tear rolls down your cheek. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" He grunts, pummelling his fingers in and out of you harshly. "You wanted this. You wanted to cum."

Incoherent babbles are all that you can let out as he stuffs his free hand into your mouth to stop you from yelling. He doesn't need anyone to overhear what's going on, and you could fuck up his whole life if he got caught.

"My sweet girl," Steve praises you softly, contrasting to his rough treatment of your pussy. "All you gotta do is listen to what I fucking say, and I'll make you feel better than you ever have before. Happier than you've ever thought possible." He brings his face closer to yours, his eyes cold. "Just be my obedient little angel, and you can have anything you want."

You feel your second orgasm build up and your eyes roll back.

Steve pulls his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your chin. "Tell me. Say it out loud," He orders you gravely. "Tell me you'll be my good little angel forever."

Feeling weak, your voice is low. "I- I'll be your angel-"

"Say it properly," He says with a growl.

You take in a shaky breath and meet his emotionless eyes. "I'll be your good little angel forever, Doctor Rogers."

A smirk grows on his lips and he pulls up your skirt, wanting to see your pussy throbbing while you cum. He rubs his fingers over your clit hard and fast, forcing you to cum for the second time. Your legs shake and you squirt all over his forearm, making him groan.

"Fuck, angel," He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. "You did so fucking well for me. How do you feel?"

Meeting his eyes, you know you're done for. You're officially and irrevocably under his spell. "So much better," You answer weakly with a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Doctor Rogers."

"Oh, pretty baby," Steve chuckles, stroking your cheeks. "That's what I'm here for."

thank you for reading the first ever part of the kinanabinks general hospital! if you have a medical prompt for me (doesn't have to be for steve!), just send me an ask.

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p.s. this is accidentally the first ever smut i've written without using the word "moan". what an achievement.

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Bruce: The human body is 70% water. So we are basically just cucumbers with anxiety.

Tony: Excuse me, with the amount of salt and alcohol that I consume, I’m more like an anxiety pickle.

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Three’s company part 3 “Decisions”

A/N: welp, this is going to be a forever-piece – I honestly love to write this and it’s scratching an itch for me, so I don’t know if I’ll ever stop adding parts. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist, let me know – I have 3 parts almost written out, so you’re getting at least three more! Anywho, this is mostly just porn without plot and it’s also very much an RPF.

This is born from the brilliant mind of @fanartandfanfiction who is the most amazing woman, who helps my brain with so many good ideas – so thank you, my love!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Language, smut (18+, minors DNI), oral (m receiving), fingering, praise-kink, degradation-kink, voyeurism, Dom!Henry, Bratty!Dom!Chris, toy-play, daddy-kink, sir-kink, spitting, fisting

Wordcount: 2.311

Decisions, decisions

You knew when you agreed to this, that it would give Henry a wild idea or two, but this was completely out of pocket. Chris was panting, a wild gleam in his eyes as his lips danced over different parts of your body, Henry told him to.

Henry looked at you with soft eyes, a small smile playing on his lips – you kept eye contact with him, as Chris dragged his teeth over your jugular, a moan rising from your throat.

“Slow down, Evans.” Henry ordered, his eyes on you. Chris held his hands up, no longer touching your body and you whined. “Daddy…” you whined. “No, you’re staying put.” You whined again and Chris chuckled.

“Down girl.” Henry laughed as well and nodded to the vibrator on the side of the bed. You tried to squirm as Chris reached for it, but you were – physically and metaphorically speaking – tied up. Your hands hung uselessly from the bedpost, and your legs were spread, exposing your slick heat for the two men. “No, darling, you’re staying right there, and you take what we give.” Henry said in a low, hushed voice, and your eyes rolled back as you heard the sound of the vibrator turning on. Chris dragged it over your thighs, dipping over your inner thighs, and you felt yourself tremble with anticipation as it came closer to your burning heat.

“Stop.” Henry’s voice was commanding and harsh. You groaned loudly as Chris stilled, the vibrator millimeters from your clit. “Hm?” Chris turned to face Henry with a smirk. “Rest it close, but not on.” He nodded once and you felt the vibrations under your clit, resting right at your entrance. You whined. “Her mouth should be occupied, since she can’t keep it fucking shut.” Henry said, his eyes on yours as Chris stood and peeled his layers off. Henry stalked to your side, his hand roughly on your chin as he held your face turned to him.

“This is the only time I’ll touch you tonight, darling. But you’ll listen like a good girl to daddy, won’t you?” You nodded as much as you could, and his hand fell hard on your cheek. “Words.” “Yes, d-daddy.” You gasped, feeling your slickness on your legs. You were desperate for the vibrator to touch your throbbing clit. “Good girl. Now, take him in your throat.” He roughly turned your head to face Chris, who was naked by the side of your head, his cock already hard as rock. You mewled and moved as much as you could to him, but at the end, he just decided to get on the bed, kneeling next to your mouth. You dutifully and happily wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, relishing in the taste of his salty precum as you flicked your tongue around him. He groaned and his hips stuttered slightly, trying to keep himself steady. “Don’t hold back on my account. I want to see you fuck her sweet, little, dirty mouth.” You heard Henry’s voice, but you couldn’t see him.

Chris jerked his hips forwards, burying his cock in your throat until he met resistance and you gagged around him. He slowly and almost gently wiped the spit from your chin away and smeared it on your face. “You’re taking me so well, baby… But you can do more.” He pushed against the resistance and tears welled up in your eyes as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of your mouth, clearly reveling in the feeling of your throat constricting against him. “Pretty girl…” He wiped the tears from your face with a grin. “Faster.” Henry’s voice was deepened with lust and Chris followed his words, picking up the speed. “Block her nose.” Chris chuckled darkly and his hand fell on your face, cutting air from you as he fucked your throat viciously. You gagged loudly, trying your best to keep yourself steady as he fucked you hard, cock twitching in your throat. “Let her breathe.” Chris removed his hand and you sucked in a hard breath as he continued to assault your mouth and throat. “Is he close, baby girl?” You whined around his cock and Henry chuckled darkly. “Fucking hell, baby…” Chris groaned, his hand coming to rest on your head, holding you in place as he fucked you roughly. You felt him twitch and swell in your throat. “Cum over her face.” He pulled out quickly and fisted his cock. “Sir…” You moaned, opening your mouth, and sticking your tongue out for him. Chris’ eyes were dark with lust, and he bit his lip, twisting his wrist hard before growling once and stilled his movements, thick ropes of cum shooting out.

It was messy, the hot cum landing on your tongue, your chest and your face. You moaned at the taste of him as he came. You smiled at him and swallowed what landed on your tongue. Chris groaned.

“Red, yellow, green?” Henry asked softly, clearly concerned about you as you coughed – you grinned at him, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “Green all the way, daddy.” He nodded and smiled. “Let her have one.” He directed Chris to the vibrator that still clung to you, and you moaned at the thought of finally getting release. Chris kissed down your body, his lips burning on your skin as they left wet trails on you, until his hand snaked down to your heat, a finger gliding over your clit. You gasped and arched your back at the sudden sensation, but it was over almost before it began – his finger moved from you, and you felt the movement before the vibrator landed on your clit with slight pressure. “Fuck!” You yelled out, breathy moans already tumbling from your lips as he held it steadily against your clit, that was already throbbing with an oncoming orgasm; you tried to hold back. “You want it, love?” Henry asked, and you saw him from his chair, eying you while his cock was in his hand, fisting it. Chris hummed in delight as he saw your legs tremble and added a finger, increasing everything you felt by tenfold. You were panting under him, your body tight as a bowstring. “Yes, please, Daddy, sir, please…” They locked eyes, Chris finger hammering your core while the vibrator assaulted your clit. “Should we?” Chris asked. “I could just keep going for hours like this…” His voice was tight with lust. Henry fisted his large cock faster, but his eyes narrowed. “Evans, I swear to god, if you don’t let her cum, I’ll use that fucking vibrator on you.” “Shees, aren’t you sensitive today?” He gave back, but followed orders anyway – he added another finger, the vibrator pushed down harder on your clit, and he pumped his fingers with a speed, you’d never felt from him before. “Cum, then, you fucking slut.” He whispered, eyes trained on his fingers going in and out of you.

How could you refuse?

You came undone, your nerves on fire as pleasure exploded in your body, toes curling, and throat ripped raw by the scream of pleasure that came from it. You felt like you were coming undone under him, your body screaming for reprieve from the waves of pleasure rolling over you.

“I want you to try something.” Henry said in a low voice. Chris hummed, still focused on his fingers inside of you as your walls dragged him in deeper and deeper. “Grab the lube, Chris. Leave the vibrator on her.” He ordered and Chris looked at him with a frown. “What...?” “Don’t question, just do.” He looked for a second to you, but you simply nodded, very much intrigued by the tone of Henry’s voice. There was something in there, that you hadn’t heard before; an air of anticipation and excitement in it along with something else, something that felt a little dangerous. “Smear it on your hand.” Chris did as asked, and you heard the sound of it being slathered around. You felt a twinge of excitement when you felt the cool, wet hand on your inner thigh. “Chris, you know what I want?” “Yes, daddy.” He said mockingly. Henry rolled his eyes, but you knew he was fucking hot, his hand working his cock furiously. “Slowly, got it?” Chris nodded before descending on you, his lips hot on yours and tongue demanding. You wished you could have your hands free to roam his hair, but all you could do was to moan as your entire body was lit on fire, the vibrator sending shockwaves through you; you were barely hanging on. “Are you relaxed, baby?” He asked, tugging at your lip. “Yes, sir.” You moaned, rolling your hips slightly to create friction from the vibrator. “Good girl.” He pulled back a little, eyes on yours. “Open your mouth, baby.” You did as asked, and opened your mouth – he leaned back, his hand slathered in lube on your inner thigh, edging closer to your throbbing core.

“Fuck, you are a desperate one.” He rumbled before he spat at you. You moaned at the feeling of it on your tongue. “Swallow.” Henry’s voice was demanding. You did it, smiling and mewling slightly as Chris put the speed on the vibrator up and your clit was working overtime. “Go, Chris.” Henry was fisting his cock fast now, his hand a blur as Chris moved his fingers to your dripping hole. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” Chris said firmly and you nodded, lust blazing through your body. Three fingers entered you quickly, filling you and you arched your back, trying to pull your legs together as he pounded your dripping pussy, fingers wet, and the sounds filled the room alongside your moans and Henry’s grunts. Another finger was added, and you gasped, feeling already too full; Chris simply chuckled at the tightness but kept going. “Fucking hell, you’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?” Henry’s voice was deep and raw, and you knew he was just holding off until you came before he did – he hated finishing before you. “Yes, da-d-daddy…” You barely spoke coherent sentences as Chris’ thumb teased your hole as well. “I can’t, sir, please…” You moaned as he folded his thumb below his pointerfinger and pushed gently against your hole, that stretched against him. You panted, your dripping hole ready for him as he gently nudged his hand, still coated in lube, against you, slowly inching himself inside. You were practically screaming as he reached the thickest point of his hand. “You can take it, baby girl.” Henry sounded strained, holding back until Chris’ hand was fully in you. Chris spat at your throbbing pussy, adding more liquid to it and tried again to inch in. You felt both incredible pleasure and pain, the stretch wildly uncomfortable but so fucking good at the same time.

“Fuck yes…” Chris hissed as he managed to get the widest part of his hand inside of you, curling his fingers as he buried his hand in you, fisting. “Fu-fu-fuck…” You felt limp already, so fucking full of this man that was being guided by Henry – Henry growled at the sight. “Fuck her.” He spat out, his grunts becoming harder and movements sloppy. Chris looked to you. “Okay?” “Yes, please, move, please, please, please…” You were screaming at him, the fullness of his whole fucking hand inside of you made you feel like you were about to break in half. He grinned at you wickedly and moved his hand in small movements, that felt like he was burying himself in your stomach – you were screaming in pleasure as you violently came around his hand, your wetness dripping down his arm and soaking the bed. “Fuck, Y/N…” Henry roared your name – one of the only times he had – and you barely had time to come down from your first orgasm before another took over as Henry came in his hand, yelling your name like a fucking sin.

Chris hissed in pleasure as he saw you convulse around him and as you came down from your orgasm, you were panting and almost crying – fuck, that felt amazing. You were so full, it made you want to never stop being Chris Evans’ human popsicle.

He inched his hand slowly out of you as Henry untied your legs and arms, letting you adjust and calm down.

When you did finally come down after a long shower, you found your two men in the living room, arguing about the same thing, they had argued about several times before; Gandalf versus Dumbledore. You sauntered past Cris, your underwear and croptop the only thing separating your naked skin from their hands, and kissed Henry deeply.

Chris groaned as he saw the logo on the shirt. “Really, Y/N? Superman? Come on!” You raised an eyebrow and walked to the kitchen with a grin.

“You know what you did.” His voice was a desperate shout after you.

“I didn’t write the damn script for Endgame!”

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a few days ago bf told me that a couple years ago when he played counterstrike he would respond to dudes getting angry and aggressive and hostile by saying “a kissaroo from me to you” in a slightly goofy friendly voice sort of like the voice you’d associate with a dog muppet.  he said they would absolutely lose their shit every time, insisting things like “i dont want a kissaroo from you!  only tall blonde girls!”.  they always said kissaroo.  i cant stop thinking about this

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If youre a black woman and you ever find yourself in a public conflict with a white woman I want you to try something, cry first. Cry first. Cry like you’ve never cried before. You be the damsel in distress first. I did this in accident once (I was genuinely in distress) and when I tell you this white bitch looked like she was going to self destruct. She was damn near shaking as people were being nice to me and ignoring her. She even tried to start crying herself to see if her old tricks would work but it was too late. I was the damsel in distress and she was the bitch. I’ll never forget that interaction as long as I live.

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Reunited - Part 1

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, cheating.

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Square Filled: Reunited

Word count: 1680

A/N: Okayyy here it is. Hope you like it! Written for @avengersbingo

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Fifteen years ago

“God! I fucking love you, you know that?”

Tony’s lust-driven confession made a giggle bubble up inside your chest which you suppressed efficiently and swallowed around his length, hollowing your mouth only to hear a breathy curse word leave his lips.

Wiping the saliva that coated his cock, you replaced your mouth with your hand to look up at the man who had his hands tangled in your hair.

“No, you don’t. The only thing you love is yourself…oh and your stupid bots. I’m never gonna make the cut.” You smirked, languidly stroking him as you spoke while your other hand grazed up his thigh.

“You know me too well. Now can we finish this? We got a class in ten minutes.”

Even in the darkness of the dinghy corner you had sneaked into, you could tell Tony had shrugged with that typical smug look of his which you found stupidly adorable. You got to work, deciding to tease him a little, you bared your teeth and grazed them against his cock, smirking as it twitched in excitement. Knowing just what sends him over the edge, you cupped his balls in your hand, tugging them gently as your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting precum at the back of your throat.

His grip on the back of your head tightened as his jerked his hips, thrusting into your mouth until thick ropes of cum dribbled down your throat and his grunts filled your ears.

You swallowed it all with a needy moan, grazing your fingernails against his thighs before letting him go with reluctance. He helped you up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips – that was a first, Tony never kissed you, especially not on the lips. His doe eyes lingered on your face for a brief moment, as if scanning it to keep it in memory.

“You really do love me, don’t you?” You teased, tucking him back in his boxers and wrapping your arms around his waist with a cheeky grin which turned into a laugh as he squirmed away.

“Keep dreaming, sweetheart. Shall we?”

“Go ahead Stark, I’ve got a thing to do.” You stared at him pointedly before giving him a peak of your ‘thing’ which made him change his mind in a second.

“Aww why didn’t you tell me before? I would’ve gone down on you, (Y/N).” Tony murmured, still eyeing the vibrator in your purse with interest as you huffed.

“When was the last time you had done that, Stark?”

“Can I at least stay and watch? You know you want me to..”

“Nope.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Send me a video?”

“Get out, Tony.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him towards the door, shaking your head at his antics as he resisted as best as he could. After making him leave, you pleasured yourself, thinking about his dextrous fingers massaging your walls and his soft lips on your skin.

You made yourself cum to the image of him driving his length into you, stretching and burning your walls while tracing the expanse of your skin with his soft, full lips.

The two of you would often fool around, find deserted spots and make out, it was quick and convenient. Like college kids would do, you were in a ‘friends with benefits’ situation, one you had shook hands on knowing it was only temporary and promising each other to never fall in love.

That night you as you lay in bed, you wondered about your future, about the arrangement or whatever it was between you and Tony, knowing fully well that the minute you two would leave college, you’d go your separate ways and say goodbye like it was always meant to be.

Still, it didn’t hurt any less to know that your time with the irresistible genius Tony Stark would soon come to an end.

Or so you thought.

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Five years later

The evening was dragging on like any other social event you were made to attend. It was the same shit every time, pretend to be interested in what the elite, yet mind-numbingly boring people had to say, mingle until a convenient distraction aided your escape.

You had reached a point where your heels pinched uncomfortably, feet begging to throw them away, and ready to soak your butt in a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Your train of thoughts came to a halt when a familiar voice broke you out of your reverie.

“If it isn’t the girl who broke my heart and left.”

Tony Stark in all his egotistical glory, dressed to the T, complete with tinted glasses, leaning against the bar counter with his signature smirk.

“And if it isn’t the rich boy who promised he’d keep in touch but didn’t.” You murmured over your martini glass, ignoring the way your heart rate had picked up upon seeing your favourite genius.

“Things came up.”

“They sure did.”

You smirked, nodding towards a tall, blonde who was making her way towards Tony, draping herself over him, clearly beyond tipsy at this point as he tried to wriggle away. You took this as your queue to leave, downing the cocktail and placing the glass behind you, excusing yourself.

“Are you staying at the hotel? I’ll come find you.” Tony called out, ignoring the girl who staring daggers at you after failing miserably to hold the billionaire’s attention.

“Maybe you won’t.” you didn’t bother to turn back, feeling his gaze on you until you disappeared in the crowd.

This night had turned out to be interesting to say the least, you thought as you walked back to your room, fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger and secretly hoping Tony hadn’t taken notice of it.

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The tub was ready, complete with candles and the soothing scent of lavender wafting through the room, calling your name to leave your troubles behind.

Your fiancé had other plans for the evening and he had flown to another city, leaving you a mere voicemail as a goodbye.

You placed your ring away in the drawer of your nightstand with a sigh, taking off your robe before a knock on your door caused you to curse under your breath as you tied the robe back. Checking the time on your way out, you could only guess who it was at this hour.

The peep hole revealed none other than Tony Stark, evidently in high spirits as he waited for you to open the door.

“I didn’t realise you had turned into a stalker. Where’s your friend? Did you ditch her? You teased, as you let him in, closing the door behind you with a chuckle as Tony shrugged dismissively, allowing you to come to your own conclusion.

“I would ask if you’d like something to drink but it seems like you’ve had enough.” You watched with raised eyebrows as Tony explored your room, probably wondering if you had company.

“What have you been up to, (Y/N)?”

“What do you think? I was about to take a bath after a long day before you barged in—”

“What’s stopping you? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your sentence was cut short by Tony’s smart-ass comment, and that signature smirk you had missed all those years. Your fingers played with the sash that held the robe together before you untied it and let the robe fall next to your feet.

You sauntered towards the bathroom without another word, confident he would be tagging along sooner or later. An involuntary sigh of relief left your lips as your body hit the warm water lapping at the sides of the tub as you settled in.

“Well, since you didn’t offer.” Tony discarded his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt all the way, hesitating to remove his boxers he turned to you, eyes narrowed.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before either, Stark.” You shook your head, giggling as he joined you, splashing more water on the bathroom floor. Somehow you had a feeling it was exactly going to go this way, perhaps so did he.

“How’ve you been, Stark? Tired of running an empire?” You murmured, smiling when Tony idly began massaging your feet with his hands, keeping his fidgety fingers busy.

“Tired of having people breathing down my neck telling me how to run an empire.”

“When did you become the kind of man who would let that happen in the first place?”

Your reply took him aback, he looked at you as if he were looking at you for the first time.

“What about you, (Y/N)? Still rebelling against your overbearing family?” You shrugged wordlessly, giving him the answer with a solemn smile on your face.

You held his gaze with intent, a silent conversation transpired of the things you’d missed all these years.

Wrapped in fluffy bathrobes, you sat on the ginormous hotel bed after pouring two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Tony and turning down the lights in the room. He hadn’t planned on coming to your room and yet somehow, he had and deep down he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be.

“I miss you, (Y/L/N).” he murmured, playing with the hem of your wardrobe as he moved closer.

“I’m right here, Tony.”

Your hand found purchase in his soft, dark hair, lightly grazing against the nape of his neck as you automatically leaned in.

All those times in the past you wished you would go all the way, the times you pleasured yourself thinking about it. Now you had no intentions of backing away, and by the looks of it, neither did he.

“They say you’re the best lay in all of the city, Stark.”

Hands around Tony’s shoulders, the bed dipped as you straddled his lap, cupping his face as you placed small kisses along his jawline. You practically heard his smirk as his hands made their way inside your robe to caress your sides before letting the robe fall off.

“Well, ‘they’ are right.” Tony’s breath fanned against your ear as he traced the shell of your ear.

“Prove it.”

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Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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YESS!!! I’ve always wanted to do an artist reader and Bruce meeting! Gives me the opportunity to use this gif now! I know it’s Neil and not Bruce but who care it’s PERFECT FOR THIS SHOT!! 🤪

Requested: hi! may I request a bruce wayne x male!reader where the reader is a popular artist (painter) and they meet at an art exhibit? the reader is also kinda introverted and hates to be in the spotlight so he might meet bruce by accident while searching for a moment of solitude?

Warnings: Fluff, introvert energy, friends to lovers, Bruce loves art, reader is an artist, two introverts, press being a bitch, anonymous artist, fake name.

Tags: @finpau

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He didn’t want to be here. He’s told Alfred many times to always cancel this sort of stuff on his schedule. He doesn’t like attending charity or galas, not after remaining hidden from the public for the past few years. He wasn’t used to people staring and watching him. He’s already been approached by six different people tonight and he’s been dreading it ever since he arrived.

Which is why he’s hiding. He’s been invited to Gothams Art Museum. They were hosting an event for the latest artists work and many of those pieces are to be sold and auctioned. Many rich folk were interested in art, something they can hang in there own homes or companies, to show off to others on the amazing work they bought.

Bruce liked the art work. His mother was a big admirer towards different artists, always purchasing a piece from them and hanging it back at the manor. He remembers the stories she would tell him as a child as the two would sit in front of the painting, his mother pointing out the smallest details and explaining to him what it meant or what it made her feel. He missed those times with her.

He sighs to himself, leaning back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He peaks around the corner to see the room full of people, talking and drinking. Bruce simply wanted to go back home and lie in bed, ignore Alfred’s protest of him not going to events too often and missing out. Bruce never had time for this stuff and he never enjoyed them either. But he knew Alfred would come after him if he misses out on another event.

So, he collects himself mentally and steps out of hiding. He keeps his head low as he walks into the crowd, dodging people and making his way around the area.

“I heard that Becketts art work is in display, it’s the popular piece tonight and a lot of people are looking into purchasing it.”

Bruce stops in his tracks. He listens into the conversation and raises a brow. Beckett? He’s heard of that name before—well it wasn’t really a name but more of alias. Beckett is one of the most popular artists of all, not many people have heard much about them or have seen them. They like to remain anonymous to the world, not wanting to feel exposed.

Bruce was actually a big fan of there art work. He’s actually boughten a few pieces from them in the past since the majority of them remind him of home. Something about their art work makes him feel at peace. He glanced at the young couple who was discussing about the art work, taking the advantage to continue forward but instead of the idea of heading back home, he instead moves deeper into the museum.

If Beckett was around then that means their art work is too. He wouldn’t want to miss such an exquisite art piece. As he looks around the museum he can’t help but frown, not seeing the familiar painting anywhere.

“Mr. Wayne!”

Bruce hears someone call his name out. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge his name being called. He begins to panic, moving quickly as he gently shoved passed large groups, apologizing as he continued on.

“Mr. Wayne!”

No, no he isn’t turning around. He didn’t come here to socialize, he was forced to be here. The voice grows faint, moving further away and deeper into the building until he reaches an empty section, hiding behind a wall and leaning against it. He allows himself to breath once he’s isolated.

“I’m guessing you don’t like crowds, huh?”

Bruce is startled by a strangers voice. He looks to his right to see a young man sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. A glass of champagne in hand as he gives off a faint smile. He looks at the man up and down, taking in his clothes and what he’s wearing. He wasn’t wearing a fancy three piece suit like everyone else, meaning that he wasn’t one of the rich bastards who are attending the event.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you. I don’t do well in crowds either.” He adds, taking a sip of his drank and setting the glass aside, folding his arms over his chest as he lied his head back, keeping himself relaxed.

“Been to these often?” Bruce suddenly asks, growing curious of the stranger. They give off a shrug, “a few times. I always avoid everyone.” He responds back, tilting his head back as he stares at the ceiling.

The section they are in is closed off to the public, a perfect place to stay hidden. The room falls into silence, a comfortable silence that Bruce appreciates. “I’m guessing you’re alone?” Bruce finds himself asking.

The other looks up and clears his throat, nodding his head in response. Anxiety growing inside of him as he began to fidget with the buttons on his shirt. “I always do—“ he chuckles. “Told myself I’ll only here for the auction part but instead came to the very beginning of the event.”

“Auction? Why’s that?”

He shrugs. “I guess I like seeing the paintings out in the open.”

Bruce hums. “Planning on buying one?”

“God no—I mean no offense to the artists it’s just—so far no piece has gotten my attention yet.” He shyly explains, not wanting to show any hatred towards the artists. He supports their hard work and effort but most of them looked a little ‘easy’ in his opinion. Be clears his throat and asks. “Have you taken any interest?”

Bruce shrugs, leaning back against the wall as he slides down in a sitting position. Sitting a few feet away from the other, the two giving each other space. “I heard that Becketts work was here.”

The other grows tense, his fidgeting coming to a halt as he swallows nervously. “R—really?”

Bruce nods. “I heard that their art work was going to be auctioned and wanted to take a look, but I haven’t been able to find it.”

“That’s because it’s not in display.”

Bruce frowns, turning towards his direction. Making eye contact for a brief second before the other breaks it, looking away in another direction. “Heard that the auctioneers want to display his piece at the end of the auction, wanting the surprise the guests since his artwork is very popular tonight.”

“You said he.” Bruce blurts out, cutting him off. “You know Beckett?”

“Well I—“

“You’ve seen him.”

“I wouldn’t say I know him,” he chuckles out nervously. “He’s a close friend.” He pushes himself to say, knowing that wasn’t true. “He doesn’t usually attend these.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Bruce’s stare.

Bruce knows something isn’t right, but he decides not to say anything about it. The two go back to silence.

“Want me to show you?”

Bruce’s eyes widen, a hint of excitement in his eyes. “Do you have the ability to do that?”

The other nods. “Of course.” He stands from his spot, leaving the glass behind as he adjusted his clothes and says. “Im y/n, by the way.”

“Bruce. Bruce Wayne.” He expects him to already know but what surprise him the most is that Y/n doesn’t react to his name. “It’s nice to meet you Bruce.” Y/n responds back in a soft tone, slowly guiding him further into the restricted area that is closed off to the public.

Bruce is still surprised that the other man doesn’t know who he is. It makes him feel, normal. Not having to deal with questions about his personal life or his family name. No, he’s able to be himself around Y/n without having to pretend. He follows behind Y/n, glancing around the room as they approach an open area.

“There it is.” He hears Y/n whisper, standing in front of a large painting. Bruce stares in awe as he takes in the details, remembering his mothers words.

“Whenever you see a painting you like, take notice of the smallest details. Most painters love to leave secrets behind in their work.”

Bruce smiles at the memory. “So…what do you think?” Y/n asks, standing near him as he too stares at the painting. “It’s beautiful.” Bruce whispers out, stepping closer as he takes in the art work. “I always liked Becketts work.”

Y/n chokes. “You do?”

Bruce nods, his focus still remaining on the painting. “He always finds a unique way to express his feelings. For example this one—“ he points to a particular part of the work. “The way he uses dark colors to express his emotions of loneliness and fear.” He sighs. “I admire his work because it reminds me of home, after I lost my parents I always caught myself looking at his art work. Reminding me the hard times I faced alone, until I found the light again.” He continues to express his opinion. Not knowing that Y/n stood behind him with a deeply blush on his cheeks. His face growing bright red.

“That’s—“ he hears Y/n choke out, holding back his own tears of joy? Sadness? He honestly doesn’t know what he’s feeling. “That’s very impressive.” He finally says, looking away once Bruce turns to face him.

His tears don’t go unnoticed by him. “Did I say something wrong?” Worry began to fill him as Y/n shakes his head. “No! You didn’t say anything wrong it’s just—I’ve never heard anyone express there feelings towards a piece like that before.” He chuckles out.

Bruce gives him a smile. “My mother taught me that all art is to be enjoyed in various ways. She knew a lot about it.”

“She sounds lovely.” Y/n whispers, focusing back on the art work. “We should head back, they’ll be auctioned the piece soon.” He adds. Bruce had forgotten about the event, too engrossed with the painting and his conversation with Y/n.

“Right.” He murmured to himself, giving the art work one last glance before turning around and following after Y/n. The two walk back towards the main event, the sound of laughter and music growing louder as they got closer.

Y/n is the first to stop, standing a far distance from the exit. “I—“ he turns to Bruce. “Thank you for the company.” He whispers. “Most of these events I come alone so, it was nice to have someone to speak too.” Honesty dripping in his voice.

“I should thank you too.” Bruce responds back, glancing at the exit before asking. “Why don’t you join me for the rest of the night?” He offers. “We can keep each other company.”

Y/n gaps. “Really?”

Bruce grins, offering his arm to Y/N. “Why not?” He says. “Shall we?”

Y/n glanced at Bruce’s offered arm, hesitating at first until his fingers wrap around his arm, holding onto him like a life line. The two were anxious when alone but together their able to face the crowds. It’s bruce who takes the first step, pulling them back into the main event.

Bruce is the one to catch the attention of many, he holds himself back from groaning in irritation as many couples approach them.

“Mr. Wayne! It’s lovely to see you tonight, who’s your friend?” A young women asks, a flirty smile on her face as she bats her lashes at him. Bruce has dealt with many women like her before. He opens his mouth to respond but is quickly beaten by y/n. “He’s my partner tonight.” He flashes her a fake smile, chuckling at her shock. “We haven’t gone out in days, isn’t that right darling?”

Bruce stares at him in shock, the sudden anxious and quiet man he knew was suddenly gone. He’s confused at first until he sees the desperate look in his eyes, finally understanding. His face breaks out into a fake smile, turning towards the women. “That’s right, this is my partner Y/n. He’s to be joining me tonight, so if you’ll excuse me.” He gently passes by her and drags Y/n away.

The two hiding behind a curtain. Y/n is the first to burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand. “I’m sorry about that but her reaction was priceless.” He whispers, shaking his head in laughter. Bruce can’t help but laugh along with him. “She was a bit surprised.”

“A bit? She looked like she wanted to take you home.” Said Y/n. “I noticed how uncomfortable you looked so I had no choice but to save you.” He chuckles. The two remain hidden behind the curtain, knowing that they’ll have to show there faces again.

Bruce turns to Y/n a sudden though in mind. “I don’t want to frighten you but the press is out there and they’ll soon takes notice of us. They’ll think we’re going out.” He winced out, forgetting how pushy the press can be once they spot an interesting story to tell.

Y/n is able to calm himself before responding back. “I know, I figured that will happen once I said something to her.” He leans back. “I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll find a way to sneak out of the event so that you don’t have to deal with the situation.”

“No, it’s alright I’m actually enjoy myself tonight.” Bruce reassured him, not wanting him to think that he hated his presence. He actually enjoyed y/n’s company, he made him comfortable. “Shall we continue pretending to be married?” Bruce asks, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he held his hand out for him.

Y/n grins, taking his hand. “Of course, Mr. Wayne.” Bruce chuckles again, pulling them out of hiding and back into the public eyes. The two spend majority of the night holding fake smiles and laughter to everyone they spoke with until the auction is called to a start. Everyone was bidding would be seated next the front stage where they began to reveal the different art work.

Both Y/n and Bruce are seated in the back. Y/n wasn’t purchasing any art work, like he told Bruce he wanted to admire it from afar and see which art works catch his attention. Bruce on the other hand was planning on purchasing a piece, preparing himself for the art work he had his eye on.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have a special art work that was created by none other than Beckett.” The auctioneer says, holding his hand out as two other people pulled out the framed art work. Y/n’s work is presented to the public, murmurs and whispers are heard as they began the bidding.

“Will start at $5,000!” Y/n winced. “$5,000 sure is a lot.” He whispers to himself, still not used to the fact of his paintings being sold for such a high price. Not even the material he uses is worth that much.

“$6,000!

“$8,000!”

“10!”

The numbers are slowly increasing, everyone shouting at the same time as they fought for the painting. Y/n has been to many of these auctions before, he never expected people to go crazy for his art work.

He keeps his head down, listening to the numbers increasing and the shouting get louder. He just wanted this to be over and to head home, back in bed where he can lie down in his own bed—

“$1 million.”

“What?!” Y/n is pulled out of his thoughts, eyes wide as he looks at Bruce. Who sat next to him with a calm expression, placing his bid as the room grows silent “One million from mister Wayne, going once.” Everyone whispers. “Going twice.” No one else is bidding, y/n looks around in shock as Bruce sits back in his seat, arms crossed with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Sold! To Mr. Wayne.”

Y/n gasps, sliding down in his seat. Still processing on what just happened. Holy shit, he’s sold many paintings before but none of them were ever sold for this much, what the hell is he suppose to do with a million dollars?!

Bruce stands from his seat, buttoning up his blazer he turns to y/n. “Coming?” He questions.

Y/n stares. “What?”

“You coming? I’m going to pay for the art work and then probably head home early. I can offer you a ride?” Bruce insisted. “Yeah—sure.” Y/n stands from his seat and follows Bruce out. He watches in silence as Bruce pays for art work and instructs them to mail it to him. They later escape the event and getting inside his car.

Bruce is driving in silence, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and glancing at y/n every few seconds. Suddenly growing worried for him. “You alright?”

“I will be.” Y/n stammers, focusing on the outside world as Bruce drove him home. He was still thinking about the events that took place during the auction. He still can’t believe that bruce purchased his art work for such a high price.

“We’re here.” Bruce pulls him out of his thoughts, upon arriving to his house. “Oh.” He says softly in realization as Bruce steps out of the car and helps him out, opening the door for him. Y/n is shocked. “Wow, not many men do that for me.”

“I guess I’m still gentleman.” Bruce chuckles, helping Y/n out and sighing deeply to himself. “I really enjoyed tonight. It’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed something without being bombarded with questions and interviews.” Bruce nervously taps his fingers against his side, watching y/n who returns his smile.

“Me too, I enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you Bruce.” He bids him a soft goodnight, turning his back on Bruce as he heads towards his home. Bruce doing the same, placing his hand on the door handle. Gripping it tightly, his knuckles going white as he groans to himself and turns around.

Y/n also stands by the entrance, biting his lip nervously as he turns around.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

“Would you like to go on a date?“

They both say in unison, shocking one another. The two laugh at the surprise before responding to each other question.

“How does tomorrow sound?” Bruce is the first to ask. “Tomorrow sounds perfect, I’ll see you at noon.” Y/n waves him off, unlocking his front door and storming inside. He slams the door shut and leans against it, panic and excitement settling in. Did he just ask someone out? Yes, yes he did.

When Bruce arrived home, the first thing he does is land face first into the sofa. Listening to the fire pop as he asks himself. Did he just get himself a date? “How was the event?” Alfred asks, popping out or nowhere and startling Bruce.

He sits up on the couch and smiles. “It was—it was perfect.” He tells him. “I actually enjoyed myself.” He murmurs, noticing Alfred eye brow raise and smirking at him. “I’m glad to you enjoyed your night.”

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Omg I hope you accept this! Tony Stark just shortly after The Avengers form. Tony and male!reader know each other from school but consider themselves rivals or enemies? Whenever they interact they are just at it with teasing and general bad insults? It's so bad that no one can take it seriously. Maybe even after they fight together they still remain at odds.

I love your work and I totally understand if you don't accept this lol! Thank you!

This turned out a bit angstier then I expect. Oh well, hoe you like it!

Title: A Bitter Reunion

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“Wow,” you gritted your teeth at the familiar voice, “They actually hired you. I didn’t know SHIELD was that desperate.”

You inhaled deeply before turning around. Tony was leaning against the doorway to the lab, is arms folded as he glared at you. You gave him a forced bright smile.

“Stark,” you said, “I’d say it’s a pleasure but we both know that’s bullshit.”

Tony approached slowly until it was only your desk in between the two of you. He put his hands on your desk as he leant forward. You wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face. Ever since you had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him at MIT, the two of you had been competing against each other ever since.

“I didn’t think you’d come to work for SHIELD.”

You were dragged out of your thoughts by Tony’s words. You frowned at him and folded your arms.

“Not all of us are billionaires,” you said, “Some of us have to work for a living.”

“Now why don’t you-“

Rhodey sighed as he looked between you and Tony. Bruce looked between the two of you, slowly realising that he would have to share a workspace with you.

“Is it usually like this?” he asked

“No,” said Rhodey, “Usually it’s much worse.”

*

“You’re doing that incorrectly.”

You inhaled deeply as Tony stood on the other side of the see through white board. He smirked at you and you gripped the marker tightly.

“No I’m not,” you said, “I’ve done the calculation and I’ve checked my working out. My Maths is perfect.”

“Then why did you forget to carry the two.”

“The two? What two?”

You squinted at your calculations as you tried to find what Tony was talking about.

“Umm, y/n?”

“Not now Bruce,” you muttered, “I’m trying to prove a point.”

“But there is no two.”

“Huh?”

“So far you’re right.” Bruce said with a shy smile

You turned to look back at Tony who started laughing at your expression.

“You bastard! Stop making me doubt myself.”

You tried to move to the other side of the board but Tony kept it between you. Bruce sighed and moved to the side as you kept trying to get at Tony. You were vaguely aware of the door opening but you ignored it until someone said,

“Can you two please stop flirting. Fury wants to see the both of you.”

“Flirting?” you turned around and saw Clint looking amused, “Why the fuck would I want to flirt with him?”

“You wound me y/n.”

“Good.”

“Weren’t you ever taught that violence is never the answer?” Toy asked

“We both work for SHIELD,” you said dryly, “I swear violence is usually the first answer.”

You and Tony walked passed Bruce and Clint, still bickering. Clint turned to Bruce who had taken to cleaning his glasses.

“What’s going on with them?” he asked

“No idea,” Bruce said with a shrug, “Rhodey said it happened in their last year of MIT. Apart from that, nothing.”

*

“I hate to admit it,” Tony said bitterly, “But he’s right.”

Silence settled over the lab and you almost dropped your pen in shock. You glanced up at Tony who was looking at you with pursed lips.

“This is a suicide mission,” he continued, “Count me out.”

You could hear the generals on the other end of the phone cursing at Tony as he hung up the phone. An awkward silence settled over the two of you and you leant back in your chair, kicked your legs up on the desk, and folded your arms. Tony was looking anywhere but at you.

“Hey JARVIS.” You said at least

“Yes Mr L/n?”

“Please tell me you recorded that.”

“Recorded what exactly?”

“Stark admitting I was right.”

You swung your legs off the desk and walked over to Tony. You poked him on the arm and said,

“I can fall asleep easily knowing that fact.”

“Falling asleep to the sound of my voice,” Tony said, “I never knew that about you.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. I’ve changed a lot since uni.”

“We both have.”

Tony’s eyes locked with yours and you found yourself becoming uncomfortable. You quickly looked away and started walking back to your desk.

“Looks like it’s going to be another late night,” Tony said, “Takeaway? The usual or do you want to try something new.”

It had become almost like a tradition between you and Tony. During late nights you’d grab a takeaway and just spend the night in the lab. While you did get work done, a lot of the time you spent catching up from the years you’d been apart. You had almost come to enjoy those nights.

“Not tonight Stark,” you said shrugging on your jacket, “Got plans.”

“Plans.”

“Yeah.”

“More important than this.” Tony waved his hand at the half-finished projects that were littered around the lab

“I had it planned for weeks.”

“Oh.”

“Just dinner.”

“Sounds like a date.” He said jokingly

“That’s because it is.”

You grabbed your phone and looked over at Stark. He was clenching in mobile so hard that for a moment you thought it was going to break.

“Stark?”

Tony jumped at the sound of your voice and you briefly frowned. He put his mobile down, a little harder than necessary, and you winced at the noise.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said as you headed out

“Right,” Tony said to the empty lab, “See you tomorrow.”

*

“Stark,” you yelled as you stormed into the lab, “Where the fuck are you?”

“Mr l/n-“

“Not now JARVIS,” you said, “This is important. I swear, Stark is going to regret this.”

You slammed open the door to the lab and looked around. It was seemingly empty but you knew better. You narrowed your eyes and you walked around.

“One thing,” you said, “One good thing happened to me since I started working here. A cute guy asked me out on a date. Do you know how fucking rare that is? I was looking forward to this evening and then I got a fucking call from you. An emergency you said. Couldn’t you have called Bruce or Rhodey or Pepper? Fuck, you could’ve called Steve for all I care. Why did it have to be me?”

“Because I missed you.”

“Huh?”

Tony was sitting on the floor behind his desk. You perched on it and looked down at him. He glanced up and jumped when he saw how close you were. You raised an eyebrow as he practically leapt to his feet, looking embarrassed.

“How was your date?” he asked

“Cut short. Why the fuck did you call me.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair. Realisation hit you as you saw him stumble slightly.

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe, slightly.”

“Fucking hell Tony,” you sighed and shook your head, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do and I miss you. Felt strange tonight without you by my side. Got used to you being here.”

“Tony-“

“I like that.”

“What?”

“The way you say my name.”

Your breath hitched when you felt his hands touch your shoulders.

“I fucking hate you,” he muttered, “And yet-“

“I need to go.”

You jumped away from Tony. When you looked over your shoulders you saw Tony’s hands hanging awkwardly in the air. You winced when you saw his face and quickly looked away.

“Sober up,” you said quietly, “Then talk to me.”

Before Tony could say another word you bolted. You didn’t want to see Tony’s face. If you stayed it would end up exactly like last time. The two of you weren’t teenagers any more. Once you were safely in the lift you wiped your eyes.

“JARVIS?”

“Yes?”

“Can you do me a favour?”

When JARVIS didn’t immediately respond you continued,

“You’ve recorded what just happened. Can you make sure that nobody ever sees that? Ton- Stark included.”

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😂👌

What do you call the security guards outside a Samsung store?

Guardians of the Galaxy

I love it!

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It definitely awakens something in me👀✨

Shallow Waters (P.10)

Title: Shallow Waters (Part Ten) Summary: Reader moves to a remote seaside town in the PNW and is called upon by the church to serve in the area. Little does she know the biker gang rules everything in the area, using the church as their bread and butter for business. Everyone is too afraid to do anything to stop them and she catches the eye of not only the president but other members. Can she escape before she gets too woven into their intricate web? Fic is 18+! Pairing: Dark!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Words: 1,862 Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, drugging, religious exploitation, branding, humiliation/degradation, mention of caning, aquaphilia, begging kink, anal training, barebacking, pregnancy

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DID I JUST WITNESS A SOFT DARK TONY??!!

It was hot👀

Shallow Waters (P.10)

Title: Shallow Waters (Part Ten) Summary: Reader moves to a remote seaside town in the PNW and is called upon by the church to serve in the area. Little does she know the biker gang rules everything in the area, using the church as their bread and butter for business. Everyone is too afraid to do anything to stop them and she catches the eye of not only the president but other members. Can she escape before she gets too woven into their intricate web? Fic is 18+! Pairing: Dark!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Words: 1,862 Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, drugging, religious exploitation, branding, humiliation/degradation, mention of caning, aquaphilia, begging kink, anal training, barebacking, pregnancy

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Geralt and prince bf finding a lake and taking a bath

Together 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Geralt washes his equipment off in the river and his bf chuckles. "And what about yourself, witcher?"

Geralt smirks and scoffs. "Myself? I'm too busy taking care of my gear."

His boyfriend comes to stand behind him, hugging his waist, slowly starting to pull Geralt's shirt from his breeches. "Then I'll take care of you."

Geralt allows his eyes to flutter shut, tossing his swords onto the riverbank as his boyfriend helps him out of his shirt. "Does this mean that I'm your gear?"

"No." his boyfriend replies. "But it does mean that you're mine."

Geralt wants to be witty and attractive, to respond with all the sarcasm and charm of a bard, but his mind goes utterly blank as his prince's hand runs over his chest as he whispers. "Mine."

"Yours." Geralt whispers in return. There's been no one else he feels so comfortable giving himself up to, but with him... it's the most natural feeling in the world.

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This man…

I need this man

Could you write something about Tony taking care & cuddling with a burnt-out overstressed and overworked reader cause he felt that she really really needed a break? 🥺

Overworked

A/N: I’m backkkkkk bitches!!! This is just a small little drabble, thank your for requesting, dear nonnie.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ fluff.

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"How does it feel babe?"

"Slightly suffocating."

Tony frowned before realizing what you were glaring down at his arm that covered your face, muffling your voice.

Readjusting his position, he eased his grip on you but didn't budge, still putting almost all of his weight on top of you so you wouldn't escape.

That for him was the only plausible solution to get you to stop working so hard for a project that had you stressed more than he'd ever seen.

It had reached a point where he was worried for your health, you weren't the one to skip on meals or your precious sleep, ironically he was the one who'd need the reminders every so often.

"How long do I have to lay down?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest after pushing Tony's arm down to your torso.

“Until I say otherwise. You're on a time out, Miss Crabby.”

He shot you a faux threatening look before it melted away seeing the exhaustion in your eyes and the dark circles under them.

This role-reversal made him realize why you'd drag him out of his lab, the look of equal parts worry and irritation you would give when he tried to sneak out.

"I can't relax, Tony I've got too much to do-"

"And I'm sure you'll do it just not right now. It's cuddle time with your loving and caring boyfriend."

He adjusting positions again, hogging on your pillows and making you lay your head on his chest instead. You exhaled a breath you didn't you were holding as you allowed your body to relax, a smiling making its way on your face as Tony caressed your back, gently massaging it with the pads of his fingers.

“So, how do you feel being taken care of for once? Am I in the hall of fame for being the best boyfriend ever or what?”

You had to chuckle at man’s need for attention, a part most people would see as a flaw but not you. You loved every bit of flaw and strength that made him Tony Stark.

“Is that all there is in Stark’s care package? Frankly I expected more.” You teased, letting out a groan as he worked out the knots in your back, your eyelids were starting to get heavy, letting you know just how much sleep you needed.

“Oh we’ve got more, Miss (Y/L/N). I’ve asked Dum-E to draw you a bath…”

“I’m listening.”

“You get a free genius, billionaire with that bath, who may or may not have exceeded his coffee limit for the day already.”

Tony quieted your complaints by sealing your lips with his, smiling against them when he heard your soft, defeated sigh.

“Go on.”

“We’re having pizza from your favourite place, opening that bottle of wine you’ve been dying to try.”

He carded his fingers softly through your hair, massaging your scalp as your eyes drooped and body slumped against his, getting a mere hum for a reply.

“Maybe buy you can island as a celebration?”

“Too far.”

Tony laughed softly as you murmured, continuing to caress you until your breathing turning even as your grip on him loosened, indicating that you’d fallen asleep.

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This is just giving too many thoughts👀🥂🥃

Do you think Tommy Shelby would get off on a display of power? It doesn’t have to be some grand display just say for instance that he and his boy are playing chess, it’s harmless right? Just a game, but Tommy’s boy absolutely demolishes him over and over again no matter how many times Tommy switches sides or techniques.

Would he punish his baby? Bend him over his knee and spank his boy for every time he won.

Would he get so aroused at the aspect of his sweet bottom bitch over powering him in some game that he swipes the chess board off the table, bends his bitch over it and fucks him until he’s sobbing and begging Tommy to stop.

Or would Tommy let his boy over power him? Would he ride his baby? Make his boy tell him what he was thinking the whole game. Would he let his baby manhandle him and fuck him over the desk, his boys hand knotted in his hair to press his face down on the scoreboard.

Just a thought.

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Damn👀

If Tony Stark invented a sex toy, what kind of sex toy would he invent?