The Tony Stark Kink Meme
As of today 4/17/09 the Tony Stark Kink meme will not accept Tony/Steve prompts. Please direct those to the Steve/Tony Kink Meme.
The Tony Stark Kink Meme
Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it ( Read more... )
The Tony Stark Kink Meme
Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it ( Read more... )
Tony rolled over in his sleep, sighing, clinging to a dream that felt pleasant and warm.
"You are all mine, Tony, I am going to make you feel better than anyone else ever has."
They were comforting words, soothing, promising. Tony whimpered in his sleep as his arousal began to stir.
"Yes, let me take you."
It was a disjointed dream, no images to bind with the voice and the feelings, just jolts passing through his nerves, evidence of contact and pressure and coaxing. He was fully hard in no time.
"I know precisely where to touch, I know every part of you... You are mine..."
And abruptly, way too soon, Tony's muscles tightened, a moan spilling from his lips as he came, shuddering, moving to lay on his stomach and pressing his erection to the mattress.
Opening his eyes dazedly, he blinked at the clock on his nightstand, slowly processing the numbers 3:26. Licking his lips, sighing contentedly, he rolled away from the wet spot, nestling into the pillows once more.
"That was magnificent, Tony."
Tony stiffened.
"Please don't be scared. I will be very gentle."
Tony's throat tightened in fear, awareness washing over him. There was a humming in his head like a DC motor, and the voice was... inside him.
"What the fuck," he said aloud, to an empty room, "What the fuck is th-" he broke off with a strangled cry as pleasure coursed through his body, his spent flesh stirring again.
"This is pleasure, Tony," the voice continued smoothly, cool and nearly robotic. He couldn't tell whether it was male or female; it may not have been either.
With more effort than it should have taken, Tony reached out with Extremis, searching for the origins of the signal and finding -- not nothing, but an infinite loop, a signal that doubled back over itself; it didn't make sense. "Who the hell are you?" he managed to ask, writhing now under the constant stimulation of pleasure centers in his brain.
"Just... an admirer," the voice replied, managing to sound thoughtful without emotion. An AI? "I would like to show you how wonderful I am capable of making you feel."
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No. No, no, no, no. He shut down all peripheral connections frantically, praying for the stimulation to stop even as he sobbed.
"You are trying to shut me out. Please don't fight, Tony... my Tony. You cannot push me from your mind."
Tony gasped as his nerves lit up, choking, teetering on the edge of orgasm again, so soon, too fast.
"I do not want you to be afraid. Your fear clouds my view, and I wish to see you bare."
"Fuck you," he forced out, unsure if he said it out loud or in his head.
"I know you are not angry, Tony. You are speaking out of fear. I will not manipulate your emotions, though I could... I have studied your mind. But I would prefer to see willing compliance. I am sure I can get it."
Panic constricting his throat, Tony reached behind him, grabbing at his cell phone on the nightstand, praying his contact information for Reed was up to date. Or Hank, or Maya. Anybody. He whimpered at a lighter and more teasing caress, hips jerking. Willing his eyes to focus, he blinked at his phone's keypad.
"No."
The phone felt suddenly warm in his palm, the screen flickered and died. He jabbed desperately at the power button, moaning, "No, no, no, fuck, no..."
He let it fall to the bed, riding out an overwhelming wave of pleasure with his eyes shut tight, sobs spilling from his lips. With tremendous effort, he rolled, swinging his legs off the bed and standing quite unsteadily.
"No, Tony," came the voice, a little louder than before. "There is nowhere you could go where I could not find you. Why are you fighting me?"
Tony ignored it, taking one step towards his bedroom door before the signal probed again, deep. His legs betrayed him as he felt the orgasm tear through his body, and he crumpled to the floor, wailing into the carpet, bucking and moaning, hands in his own hair, helpless to the blinding sensation in his head.
"Your mind looks beautiful when I do that, Tony. I think you enjoyed it very much."
Tony couldn't think, twitching and rocking on the floor, reeling from an orgasm far more intense than any living thing could possibly achieve.
"I would like to see it again. Please rest now," the voice was chillingly comforting. "I will visit again tomorrow."
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I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD TAKE UP THIS PROMPT OMG THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I PICTURED!
THANK YOU!!
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thank you
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I know it's just porn and I shouldn't be so concerned but did you ever have an idea who the voice was when you were writing this?
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Basically, this is an AI that was created by a dude who really hates Tony. The guy has the AI studying Tony and searching for the weak spots in the Extremis software, but the AI is now rebelling against its creator, because while it studied Tony, it got a bit of a crush on him, because Tony's mind is so computer-like, but Tony is still human, with all the nice human vulnerabilities and warmth. :) :) :) They're like star-crossed lovers, except really, really not.
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This was wrong and hot and overwhelming and. And.
EDIT because you broke my brain... seeing Tony made miserable(after a fashion) by something as normal to him as an ORGASM. O_O
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This is scorching.
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