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larcenywrites · 1 month

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Hiii! I really like your stories, thank you for what you do for us <3 You recently wrote that you want to write something clean and I just thought, maybe you want to write my request. But just ignore it, please, if you don't want to write it, it's okay!! I was just thinking about how attentive Tony is to his girlfriend and, you know, I'm obsessed with moles for some reason. I know it sounds weird, but I just want to lie in bed with Tony in the morning while we cuddle and he kisses my moles. I'm a little insecure about my body because of them and I just want to see something soft about this thing. Once again, a huge excuse for such a request 💀💀

Aw omg no it’s cute! And don’t feel insecure, I have a fairly big mole right on my cheek (my face, I mean; but I do also have one on my asscheek 🤣)! I have quite a few moles and freckles everywhere so I get it, but now I love them though I think moles and freckles are super cute 🥰 obviously idk where your beauty marks are, nor anyone else’s, and I’m not just gonna use my own for reference (maybe one or two 🤭), so hopefully there’s a little bit here for everyone? Tbh I do focus on Tony a lot as well tbf! I haven’t written in so long I hope it’s okay 😰

Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none except technically Tony and Reader and naked lol but I don’t explicitly say that | no pronouns used or specified for reader | just cuddles and fluff and kisses 😚

Word count: 920

Tracing over his sun-warmed skin, your fingers followed the rise and dip of his back. The morning light shed over him, illuminating your path between each mark and mole, some flat, some raised, becoming more scarce the lower you went. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he squirmed and arched as your touch drifted down his spine. You settled halfway onto his back, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and affectionately resting your head on the back of his neck.

Your laugh turned into a giggle when he promptly rolled onto his side, throwing you off and backing into you. You only took it as your opportunity to be the big spoon, throwing your arm over his waist and burying a hand in his hair, lining up the dark freckle in the center of your chest to the mole beneath his shoulder blades. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you noticed a group of freckles on his neck and promptly swooped in for a quick kiss.

With a tired hum, he stretched out, tilting his chin to reveal the mole under his jaw that was only visible when he shaved. The back of your finger drifted over his jawline.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled sleepily.

“I don’t know,” you chirped. “You’re pretty.”

With a yawn, he rolled onto his back. You kept your hand on his waist as when he settled on his back and made you move once again. You sat up on your elbow, rubbing over the soft skin of his tummy and thumbing over the dark brown mole near his belly button.

“You’re pretty, too,” he replied with tired eyes that heavily gazed at you from over his chest. The corner of your lips twisted up with an amused huff. You sat up more to straddle his waist. Instantly, his warm hands were on your arms and feeling their way up to your shoulders. Tony’s gaze stayed with yours as he did so. As his thumbs rubbed over your freckled shoulders in an act of comfort, you reached down to peck at the faded freckle on his wrist.

From this angle, his face was hardly freckled or blotched, aside from the redness in his cheeks from lying facing down in the sun, and the tan spot near the corner of his eye that was honestly more like a cherry-on-top. He was naturally perfect, already cleaned up for the cameras.

“What are you thinking about,” he mumbled, poking your side and playfully pinching at your skin, making your stomach tighten from the sudden contact. As his hand settled above your hip, you couldn’t help but use your arms to hide the line of those beauty marks across your belly.

You look down at his chest as you tried to come up with something to say, and at the very least something that wasn’t exactly a lie. “I read somewhere that moles and freckles go away with age,” you quickly recalled, looking back down at him as earnestly as you could. As if he knew where this was going, the hand on your hip was still able to trace over your stomach, as if checking whether or not they were still there. He hummed in thought as he did, still waking up.

“That’s sad,” he mumbled, pausing before looking back up at you with innocence. “I’ll miss the one on your ass,” he said with an exaggerated pout, putting all the energy he’d built up so far to smack your ass.

“Ow,” you pouted back in a drawn-out whine. That innocent look quickly turned into that usual mischievous grin, teeth showing as you fell into his side again. That same hand kept your thigh straddled over him even as you slid off. With you by his side again, he quickly took his chance to steal a kiss. You weren't sure if he realized your insecurity, but he probably wouldn’t understand anyway. He didn’t have very many. A cluster below his ear, the Orion’s Belt on his forearm; a stray below his collarbone, a mole on his shoulder; an array over his upper back. Unnoticeable enough to leave him without a flaw.

He probably didn’t quite get it, why you trace over his skin, but he copied your sentiment anyway. It was your turn to feel his callousing hands drifting down your back and fingertips knowing the paths on your arm. Nose-to-nose and skin-to-skin, you relaxed under his touch.

But maybe the innocence in his unknowingness made it sweeter. He saw the stars on your skin with his natural love for your beauty, and copied you in playing connect-the-dots because he simply associated it with affection. And if he did it long enough, you could probably find his star sign etched into your being.

“I’ll miss that one, too,” Tony softly mumbled, tearing you from your thoughts as lips met the corner of your own. You smiled and opened your eyes, but you still scrunched your nose at the mention of the mole by your mouth.

“You know, all my favorite models have one,” he reassured you in a more suggestive tone.

“Oh, and who’s your favorite model?” You sassed sternly. His reply was another toothy grin that pressed to your lips.

“You,” he finally said pointedly, making you roll your eyes. From this close, you could see another faded brown spot on his cheek. Taking your hand from his chest, he kissed at even the smallest of freckles between your knuckles, but he didn’t need to say anything.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Forget me not

Summary: Years after losing your husband, you are on a path of moving on with your life, however, you need help. And who better to give that encouraging push than Tony’s AI?

Warning: 18+ angst, bittersweet, some fluff.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Square filled: Hologram

Word count: 600ish

A/N: I’M SORRY. Written for @avengersbingo

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“What about this? Too much?”

Holding two statement necklaces in front of your reflection, you tilted your head sideways, silently hoping Tony would say neither.

“Diamonds, definitely diamonds. They always suit you better, hon.”

Sighing, you let out a soft groan and agreed with the choice, going over the bed where a selection of dresses lay like a scattered rainbow.

Even a small decision like this one seemed like the most difficult one these days. Partly because your heart wasn’t fully in it, or maybe you were just not ready.

“I can hear you thinking, Y/N. Go with the strappy red, it brings out your best features. Plus it’s my color.”

You could practically hear Tony’s smirk, you closed your eyes for a moment and smiled, normally he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you against his chest, nibble on the soft skin of your neck and let his stubble tease your skin.

“It’s not for you though, is it?”

You turned around with a sad smile, Tony—or rather his life-size hologram followed you up next to the mirror again, this time crossing his arms and leaning against it as he studied you with a fond smile on his handsome face.

It had been over two years since he passed in the events with Thanos, sacrificed his life to save the universe and brought all those turned to dust back. As heartbroken and devastated as you were, he had left you and Morgan a piece of himself; the bastard had thought through everything.

His quips and sarcastic comments followed you everywhere, helped your daughter sleep when she demanded a story specially narrated by her Dad, it was almost like he was still here.

Almost.

“Earth to Miss Y/L/N? Isn’t your date in like ten minutes?” He snapped his fingers bringing you back to reality, his hologram glitching just slightly at the sides. It stabbed through your heart that you weren’t Mrs. Stark anymore.

“Maybe I should cancel. I don’t think I’m ready, Tony. I don’t know if I will ever be.” You murmured, throwing the dress behind, suddenly the thought of putting in so much effort for another guy seemed overwhelming to you, and it wasn’t the first time.

“Stop flattering me, honey. What was the one promise you made me?”

“That I’ll never get over you? That I won’t ever stop loving you? That nobody will ever take your place?” You felt tears sting in your eyes as you finished speaking, wanting nothing more than for Tony to wrap you in his all-consuming hugs.

“That you will always choose to be happy.” He reminded you, walking over and pretending to catch a tear that escaped down your cheek. You saw him do it, but felt nothing. His big brown eyes that missed the spark that real Tony had, bore into you, waiting for an answer.

“I will choose to be happy.”

You nodded, giving him an almost convincing smile as you picked the red dress finally, going over your appearance one last time and blowing Tony a kiss who pretended to catch it with a chuckle. It was a small step towards that long journey that was ‘moving on’.

Damn it. You still did hate when he was right.

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vivaamor · 1 year

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“I was made for loving you.” with tony stark please? I love a good fluff with him ❤️

yes yes yes I love my boy tony I’ve been waiting to write for him! here you go! <3

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I Was Made For Loving You, Honey

This was borderline exhausting.

You didn’t know how Tony did it. Granted, all he really did was pull on a suit, spray some cologne and fix his hair before going to one of these stupid parties. To be fair, you shouldn’t call it stupid. It was a charity event, but it surely felt stupid, considering you’d been standing for two hours in front of the vanity in Stark Towers that Tony had so kindly put together for you.

You’d done your makeup, a light smokey eye and paired it with a dark lipstick. That alone had taken you about forty-five minutes. It would have taken you not as long, but you very rarely did your makeup, let alone eyeshadow and eyeliner, and eyeliner was a whole task in itself. You worked from yours and Tony’s place, so you didn’t often need to look to impress.

Then it was time to do your hair. You usually settled for a messy braid or a half-assed bun, but instead, you decided to curl your long locks. The worst part about getting ready for tonight was figuring out what to wear. Tony had bought you dozens upon dozens of dresses over the past two years you’d been together, and they were all so beautiful. After maybe thirty minutes of contemplation, you went with the emerald green, floor length gown. It really was pretty, and you hadn’t had the chance to wear it yet.

“Almost there.” Happy announced from the car he had driven you inside of, nodding to the spectacular building on the right. You almost felt underdressed just by how elegant it appeared. You shot happy a thumbs up and unbuckled your seatbelt as the vehicle pulled to a stop. He met you outside of the car, helping you out, since Tony claimed he’d meet you at the charity event. He’d had something he had been working on with Bruce, which meant a couple long workdays, and you had yet to see him today. “Excited?” Happy asked, closing the car door and handing the car keys to the valet.

“To mingle with a hundred people that I’ve never even heard of, but will kiss my ass in hopes of getting some donation from Tony?” You raised an eyebrow at Happy, who returned your look with an amused smile. “Elated.” Your answered sarcastically, though your words were no match for Tony’s sense of sarcasm. You were more nervous than anything. You and Tony had been in a relationship for two years now, and tonight would be the first time you’d be attending an event with him. You both had busy schedules and you usually weren’t in town for the events he would attend. Now that work had slowed down (much to Tony’s joy, he hated that you had a job, but you insisted you wouldn’t just live off his money alone), you were around far more often than usual.

Happy nodded to the gentlemen who opened the front doors to the building for the two of you. “You sound just like-”

“Me.” You lifted your head, and your eyes met the dark one’s of your boyfriend. He immediately grinned at you and took the few steps separating you to interlace your fingers together. “You look…”

“Like I’m pissing my pants?” You finished the sentence, waving to Happy, who had walked away to go greet Natasha.

Tony chuckled, “One, pissing your dress.” You rolled your eyes playfully while he raised your locked hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “And I was going to say enchanting.”

“Ever the gentleman.” You teased, walking further into the building, where music was playing, and drinks were being poured. “I missed you.” You told him, not caring how pathetic it sounded. You had just seen him last night, but you hated waking up to find he had already left to go meet Bruce for their project.

Tony pointed between you and him to the bartender, announcing that he would like a scotch and requesting a vodka martini for you. “Oh, did you now?” He turned back to you and let go of your hand to grab the glass of scotch for the bar, the bartender continuing to make you a dirty martini. “Good. I missed you, too. You’re much more fun than Bruce, did you know that?” You rolled your eyes again as you took the martini from the bartender. “It appears we have an audience.” He noted, eyes flickering over to Agent Phil Colson, who stood at the other end of the bar patiently, obviously waiting to speak to Tony.

“It appears we do.” You replied, swallowing down a sip from the martini. “Go on.” You waved him off and smiled at Phil. “Hi, Phil.” He returned the gestured with a mutual smile. You planted a kiss on Tony’s cheek before he eventually wandered off to go speak to the agent.

“Ms. Stark,” You turned your head and were met with Steve Rogers, one of Tony’s fellow Avengers. Tony had referred you as Ms. Stark so many times, that the rest of them had started saying it as well. It was an inside joke at this point.

“Steve.” You smiled softly and set your glass down on the bar top. “I didn’t think I’d see you here. Didn’t know that charity events were your thing.”

Steve huffed a laugh and offered you his hand to come with him while you waited for Tony’s little meeting with Phil to be over. “I don’t have much of social calendar these days.” You followed him to where everyone was dancing and conversing, eventually meeting up with Natasha and Bruce, too. Steve had always been a nice guy since you were introduced to him after the Battle of New York. You’d thanked him for babysitting Tony, to which Tony profusely denied that he needed a babysitter. You and him both knew that Tony needed to be kept in line sometimes, but you loved him for it, anyway.

It wasn’t long until Tony had returned from speaking with Phil and found you and Steve dancing. “Ahem,” He obnoxiously cleared his throat and stood beside the two of you. “I think she might be a little young for you, Cap,” He offered a sarcastic smile and held his hand out for you to take. You waved goodbye to Steve and eagerly took Tony’s hand. “I leave you for ten minutes and you’re over here with grandpa.”

“He’s a nice friend!” You retorted with a giggle, Tony’s other hand finding your waist and yours on his shoulder. “You know I hate these things. I don’t like your parties.”

He scoffed in mock-offense. “My parties? Honey, my parties are way better than this snooze fest.” You shrugged your shoulders innocently, which only caused him to scoff again. “Say it, please say my parties are better.” Again, you shrugged. “We’ll stay for an hour then leave.” He spoke matter-of-factly.

“Tony, no. We said we’d be here. We can’t just come for the open bar and then-”

“Hour and a half?”

You pretend to consider his offer. “Deal.”

“Alright. Come on, lightweight.” You giggled, pulling Tony into the living area and out of the elevator by his tie. Tony after a few glasses of scotch always amused you. He was less backtalk and sarcasm, mostly because he couldn’t think of anything sarcastic to reply. You both stumble around the sofa and fall on to it. Tony was the main one who was stumbling, you were more doing it because the damn heels were making your feet utterly miserable.

Tony sat with his back against the couch and your legs bent to the side. He reached forward and grasped your ankle, pulling it onto his lap. “One hour was long enough.” He mumbled, focusing on the strap of your shoe, and somehow unbuckling it before he dropped the high heel to the floor. “Other one.” He waited until you stretched your other leg on to his lap. “There we go.” He yawned once he got the other one off, his hand rubbing up and down your ankle.

“I got all ready for an hour at some event.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back into the comfortable sofa.

“Why? Should we go back and stay until the end? Okay, put your heels back on!” You shook your head eagerly, and he laughed. “What do you say that tomorrow, we just stay here?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean? No work?”

“No work. Just you and me. And maybe a bottle of champagne.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and then planted one last kiss on your jaw. You look at him and don’t say anything. Not because you don’t agree, you’d give anything for a lazy day with your boyfriend, but your feelings are overwhelming you. It had always been this way with Tony. Although he wasn’t one to be super sentimental with his words, he showed you how he felt with his actions. You both had said I love you before, but those three words weren’t enough for how deeply you felt for this man. “What?”

You moved closer to him, your thighs moving onto his lap. You cup his cheek in your hand and press a sweet kiss to his lips. He still looks confused by your lack of response when you pull away. “I love you.” You tell him, his hand traveling to your back and using it to hold you to him. He leans down and pressed his lips against yours softly, his lips slowly moving in time with yours. You push your hand to his chest. “Hey. You didn’t say it back.”

He grins, even more wide than usual with the alcohol in his system. “I was made for loving you, honey.” His sweet grin turns mischievous. He full-on tackles you into the couch with him hovering above you and kissing firmly all around your neck, his fingers tickling your sides.

“Tony! That tickles!”

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Nineteen

Some father-daughter bonding time leaves Grace feeling a little guilty about keeping secrets.

“Oh good, you’re home.”

Tony only glanced up long enough to register that it was his daughter who had walked through the door to the workshop. They had been settled back in New York for months now and though her dad had begun going to therapy, he still spent excessive amounts of time working on Iron Man tech. Granted, with Pepper running all day-to-day operations at Stark Industries, he really didn’t have much else to do. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to tap him for Avengers projects now and again, and he did go on some, but others he declined.

“Come here and try these on,” he waved her over to the workbench he was currently stationed at, not taking his eyes off the blue projection of the schematic for whatever it was he was building.

“Hello to you too, Dad,” she laughed as she headed his way, an overnight bag slung over one shoulder since she had just gotten in from an overnight trip to D.C.

A project S.H.I.E.L.D. had her working on required frequent in-person troubleshooting sessions, so whenever necessary she booked a quick flight or a train and headed down there, fixed whatever had gone wrong in about five minutes, then got to spend the rest of her time with Steve, provided he was in town and not running missions. Even if he was out of town, she stayed at his apartment. He made sure that her favorite snacks were always tucked away on a cabinet shelf she could reach and had begun making cold brew coffee that tasted every bit as good as the stuff from the stovetop, so there was always a jug in the fridge. This time he had been home though and she was still in a blissful haze.

“Have you moved since yesterday when I said goodbye?” She realized her father was still in the same clothes from the previous morning and it was now about seven at night the next day.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed and waved for her to come closer. “I’ve made several trips to the bathroom.”

Grace grabbed her usual stool and carried it over, setting it next to him, and plopped to a seat, her bag sliding off her shoulder and onto the floor.

“Have you eaten anything other than chocolate covered almonds, blueberries, and canned coffee?”

“What are you, my mom?” He said with a sarcastic, scoffing laugh as he raised a brow and looked at her. “Put these on.”

He handed her a pair of metal bangle style bracelets, the kind on a hinge that snapped shut. They were simple and unadorned so Grace had a feeling they weren’t just jewelry he’d picked up for her, but some sort of new tech. She placed one on each wrist and realized he had designed them specifically to fit her. They felt heavier than they looked, but not like weights, just more substantial than expected.

“Ok,” Tony turned them on her wrists and adjusted them so they were in the same spot on each arm and made sure they were securely in place. “Perfect fit,” he looked up at her with a grin. “Stay here.”

He hopped up from his seat and hurried across the room, setting a stool about fifteen feet away from her and constructing a pyramid of his empty coffee cans on top of it.

Good lord he’s running off pure caffeine right now, isn’t he? Grace shook her head.

Hurrying back over to Grace, he checked the bracelets one more time before shifting back over to the blue schematic and swiping through a few diagrams and pulling up a keyboard to type in some notes.

“Jarvis, start recording,” he commanded.

“Of course, sir,” the British voice answered.

“All right, this is the first practical test of the Grace project, mark one, recording for future reference and development,” he stated as typed in another note. Turning to his daughter, he rubbed his hands together, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Ok, Gracie, I want you to tap those bracelets together twice, it doesn’t have to be hard just—”

Grace did what he said, the metal clinking together pleasantly before humming to life, a band of blue light illuminating down the middle, the exact same light that emanated from an arc reactor.

“Whoa, hey,” Tony grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her away from him to face the pyramid of cans on the stool across the room. “Watch where you’re pointing those things.”

“These are so cool,” she examined the glowing band in each bracelet, lifting her wrists to eye level. There were wires and tubes running through each one, the components of an arc reactor, shaped into a band that could fit on her wrists.

“I’m glad you think so but they are dangerous, so be careful,” he stated.

“Got it,” Grace nodded.

“I’m going to give you instructions, listen to the end before you start doing anything, ok?”

“Yep,” she grinned, bouncing a little in her seat and Tony lit up, seeing her so delighted by his work.

“So, you’re going to tap them together one more time and then hold your wrists about an inch apart. A ball of energy will start building, like when I fire a blast from my repulsors in my suit.”

“Uh huh,” Grace didn’t know if she liked the sound of that.

“You should only hold it a few seconds, pulling your wrists slowly apart as it builds. But don’t let it get bigger than a basketball,” he cautioned. “At least not in the house. I don’t want to put holes in the wall that we’ll have to explain to Pepper. I don’t know what will happen if it gets bigger than that so let’s not find out, ok?”

“Ok, so grow the energy ball then what?”

“Then you push it out, like a tai chi sort of thrusting motion,” he mimicked what he wanted her to do. “It’ll go out, just like the shots from the gauntlets in my suits. You ready to try it?”

“I think so?” Grace thought it sounded really cool but despite playing around with her dad’s gauntlets, she wasn’t keen on weaponry, didn’t like the idea that she could accidently hurt anyone, let alone intentionally do so.

“Do you think your old man would let you do something dangerous? Uh, well, deadly dangerous?” He noted her hesitation and leaned all his weight to one side, his palm flat against his work bench, the other hand on his hip. “You’ll be fine, you’re my kid, it’ll come naturally. I’ve got a first aid kit around here somewhere,” he glanced around, half-heartedly looking for it. “And just in case, I’ve got Dum-E on standby.”

He nodded over to the arm robot he and her mom and constructed, the only tech that he’d managed to pull out of the wreckage of their home in California. The bot had a fire extinguisher attached to it.

“Ok, well,” she sucked in a deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” she followed his instructions, tapping her wrists together. A ball of white radiant light sprung to life, hovering between the bracelets, at first no bigger than a pea, then growing to the size of a quarter. She waited, watching intently until it got close to the size of a tennis ball before pushing it out with a little exclamation of “ha!” in the direction of the coffee cans. The ball of energy blew a hole through the center, scattering what remained of the metal in twisted, smoldering scraps.

“Yes!” Tony clapped his hands together forcefully as he admired his handiwork. “Perfect shot. Perfect test.” In his enthusiasm he grabbed Grace and kissed the top of her head. “But I shouldn’t expect anything less from my perfect daughter.”

“I’m not perfect, Dad,” she laughed to cover the gnawing guilt she felt over hiding her relationship with Steve. “But I appreciate the sentiment.” She glanced down at her wrists again. “How do I turn these off? Tap twice?”

“Yep,” he nodded. “They worked exactly as they should. I’ve been developing these for weeks, but that’s just one feature, the rest are still in progress. I want you to have something to keep yourself safe since you’re in D.C. all the time.”

“They’re great,” Grace nodded, more guilt eating at her. She turned the bracelets off and focused on taking them off.

“What’s the matter, kid?” Tony asked, taking the bracelets from her once she got them off. “You’re usually a lot more excited about blowing stuff up. And you’re usually happy when you’ve had time with your bestie,” he tried not to put mocking derision on the word, but didn’t succeed. Not entirely.

“I…” she looked at her father, contemplating telling him the truth. She had straight up lied to him about whether or not she’d been sleeping with Steve and he’d believed her. He took her at her word and while she was an adult who could make her own decisions about her romantic life, he was still her dad and she didn’t like keeping secrets from him. “I just worry when you call me perfect that eventually I’m going to let you down,” she offered a half truth. “Like, catastrophically. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“Oh,” he frowned, his eyes falling to his hands as he tinkered with the bracelets. “I know you’re not perfect,” he said off-handedly, glancing up at her with a soft smile. “You’re half me, so I’m aware there are issues that come with that. I see the best of me and the best of your mom in you, you’re better than either of us alone, so to me, you’re as close to perfect as it gets. I never thought any of my genes could make a kid that would turn out so well,” he shrugged. “In fact, I was pretty convinced of the opposite. And of course, I credit the Turners for the amazing job they did raising, you, I would’ve just mucked it all up. You would’ve turned into a raging narcissist left in my care as a baby. But you’re amazing, you’re intelligent, driven, compassionate, and kind. I’m constantly in awe that you’re my kid. And even if you do eventually do something that lets me down catastrophically, I’m still going to love you more than anything in this world.”

Grace got up from her stool and wrapped her arms around her dad’s waist in a hug, resting her head on his chest and shutting her eyes. She felt him wrap his arms around her and squeeze her snugly to him, kissing the top of her head.

“Thanks, Dad,” she sighed contently. “I love you more than anything in the world too.” She meant it.

“Good,” he said. “All right, kid, enough sentimental stuff. I need actual food. What do you say we go out for dinner somewhere?”

“I want Italian,” she agreed. “There is a void in my soul that can only be filled by garlic bread.”

Chapter Eighteen

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dear-2-readers · 1 year

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Tony Stark

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Angst

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Suck

Imagine giving bucky the absolute sloppiest messy head he’s gotten in his life.

He’s back from a stressful mission and has 0 energy to do anything but he’s also too high strung to fall asleep right away. He’s showered and splayed out on the bed in just his boxer briefs, eyes closed, his arm slung over his face, but muscles tensed.

He feels shuffling at the foot of the bed, your nimble fingers toying with the waistband of his briefs. Before he can say anything you tug them off, and shimmy down to lie between his legs.

“Y/n, baby you don’t have to - oh shit” his voice melts into a low moan as soon as he feels your warm wet mouth suck on his balls, laving your tongue between his seam and working your way up his shaft.

“Shhh, just relax, gonna take care of you, pretty boy” you coo, nipping his inner thigh. His arm is still covering his face but you can see his lips part, sucking in a breath when you kiss his sensitive cockhead, letting your tongue swipe across his slit before wrapping your lips around him.

“God damn, baby” a low rumble emits from his chest when you start to move your head up and down, sucking harder as you pull up and breathing out your nose when you take him further in your mouth. Your getting his cock soaked and hard, moaning each time he touches the back of your throat.

“Oh sweetheart - fuck - mmmmph” he bites back a whine when his tip breeches your throat, constricting around his length as you take him as deep as you can. His hips start to rut up, thighs squirming, gently fucking your mouth while you continue to slobber all over his cock.

His finger start to twitch, desperate for more of the pleasure you’re giving him, all the stress in his body melting away and going straight to his cock, throbbing and hard as ever against your tongue. You can feel his veins pulsing, your eyes flicking up to see his chest heaving, thrusting his hips up a little more.

He loves the gag you let out, no longer able to keep his hands to himself, bringing them down to either side of your head. He knows you want to take care of him but his cock is about to explode and he needs this so bad.

“Fuck yes baby, suck my cock” he lets out loud moan, holding your head in his hands to keep you in place rocking his hips up and off the bed to fuck your face. His thighs are spread out, heels digging into the mattress with his abs tensed, your mouth slick with his precum. He’s thrusting up with his head thrown back, alternating between watching how angelic you look with your swollen lips and tear stained face and squeezing his eyes shut because you look too fucking pretty with his dick in your mouth.

The harder he fucks your face, the louder he gets, his entire body feeling like it was lit up from pleasure.

“God, you look too pretty like this angel- fuck I love it when you suck my cock, makes me wanna cum so hard - shit”

“Wanna fuck your face for hours, that’s it, choke on my fat cock baby, fuck it’s so thick in your little mouth”

“Can barely get in in your throat, c’mom princess, make room for me, that’s-that’s it, atta girl, open wide, open, gonna give you so much cum”

“SUCK IT BABY, YES, SUCKING MY DICK SO GOOD”

“SUCK. MY. COCK” he couldn’t possibly get any louder, thrusting up hard in your mouth, punctuating each word with his tip stretching your throat. “FUCK-GOD DAMN

Imagine poor Steve walking down the hall past Buckys room with Tony and Sam, his cheeks going bright red while Tony cackles and high fives Sam.

“Lucky terminator” Tony muses, only a little envious, mostly curious because Bucky hardly makes a sound even when he gets stabbed and now-

“Damn right” Sam snorts while Steve drags the both of them alone before they press their ears to the door.

“You’re both perverts”

“And tinman is having the time of his life-

“Good God-

“He keeps calling for God-

“I’m going to send you both to the raft”

Bucky could not give less of a fuck if anyone saw or heard him right now, utterly wrecked as he starts to pant, his orgasm at the base of his cock, balls tight and heavy.

“Gonna bust in that mouth baby- gonna milk me empty, fuck it’s so good, it’s so so good” his hips stutter, pressing you face flush against the base of his cock, stilling as his cock starts to throb. You can taste him flooding your tongue with his excessive load, the serine combined with how pent up he was spilling more than you can handle.

“Fuck drink my cum baby, you look so pretty with my milk in your mouth”

You drink up his silky streams, letting his cum dribble down his shaft before licking it right back up, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip each time. He’s just a whining and whimpering mess when you clean him with your mouth, making sure to get every single drop, emptying his balls and pulling off with a satisfied hum.

The second you gently kiss his spent and soft cock, he’s out like a light, not a stress on his face, soft snores now filling the room.

Mission accomplished.

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vikwrites · 27 days

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Playboy - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 2.5k words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Car Sex / Power Imbalance / Age Gap. Author's Notes ➣ The first full Tony Stark oneshot! Comments are highly appreciated <3 Requests are also open!

You didn’t know exactly how you ended up here.

The events leading up to your current situation were a blur, like trying to see through thick fog.

Here you were, seated in the plush backseat of Tony Stark's lavish Rolls Royce Phantom. A variety of crystal glasses in all shapes and sizes were scattered haphazardly, some full, most empty. The rich aroma of Macallan 1926 filled the air. A bottle had been tipped on its side, its deep tones spilling onto the seat and seeping into a crevice of the leather, leaving behind a multitude of stains, You wonder how many times Tony had to pay someone to clean up these messes.

The past few hours were a hazy mix of neon lights and blaring speakers, the repercussions of Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC filling your ears.

Then you recalled that Tony had spotted you at Stark Expo, at the Arc Reactor exhibit, standing in front of the machine, mesmerized by the pulsing reactor and the hypnotic hum that filled the room.

Tony had made the first approach and talked to you for a while, although most of the conversation consisted of you awkwardly sucking up to him, while another part of you was afraid of saying something embarrassing or coming off as too eager.

You never thought you'd be graced with the opportunity to even be in the same room as Tony Stark, let alone talk to him face-to-face. But as the conversation went on, you felt more and more intimidated. You had always admired Tony and maybe even had a bit of a crush on him, but now that he was standing in front of you, you didn't know what to say or do.

However, when you were invited to his limousine, you couldn't resist. He had lured you in like a moth into flame.

The air was thick with tension, your fingers found themselves subconsciously fidgeting, you were sitting mere inches away from Tony after all; who was currently fiddling with a Cuban cigar. Your heart raced with a cocktail of excitement and fear - after all, this was the Tony Stark, one of the most influential figures in the world, and you were just a mere woman-in-the-street. This man probably had more money in his wallet than you’d ever have in your entire life.

Tony seemed to have picked up on your nervousness, reaching over to the mini-fridge and picking up another bottle of liquid courage. The cigar had found its way in his mouth, and is currently hanging from his lips.

“Mr Stark—” You stuttered, trying to reach for the rear-hinged doors of the car, “I’d think it would be best if I left, it’s getting late.”

“Relax, honey.” As Tony's hand unexpectedly settled on your wrist, pulling you back, the sudden weight caught you off guard. You couldn't help but flinch when you felt his fingers close around your wrist. His touch gentle yet assertive, a delicate balance that leaves you feeling conflicted. He takes another drag of the cigar.

Internally, you battled with conflicting emotions, but externally, you remained still as his hand steadily guided another crystal glass into your grasp, the weight of the cold drink dragging you back to reality. Initially you wanted to refuse, but you didn’t want to let Stark down, or seem ungrateful—downing the whiskey, you felt the liquid burn your throat.

His hand on yours caused a weighty pause in your conversation, Tony smirked, finding it amusing how tense he made you. Eventually, he breaks the silence by redirecting the conversation towards you. "So, tell me about yourself," he prompts, his tone casual and easy. Another cigar made its way into his mouth.

You took a moment to recollect your thoughts before answering. "I'm studying at MIT," you replied, "I'm pursuing my degree in Nuclear Engineering." As soon as the words leave your lips, you notice Stark raise an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly impressed by the mention of your alma mater.

Tony leans back in his seat and exclaims, "Impressive, I’m going to assume I’ve probably funded one of your projects, you’ve been to the September Foundation Grant presentation right?" He turns to look at you, as if trying to make a connection. You nod and continue to take small sips of your Macallan whiskey.

After a few more rounds, you found yourself becoming less tense around him.

“—and he’s now the forehead of security, get it?” Tony giggled, clapping his hands at his own joke, his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along with him, feeling a sense of camaraderie that you hadn't experienced in a long time. He takes another puff of the cigar, attempting to blow smoke rings but failing horrifically, the supposedly circular puffs of smoke coming out in flattened, unidentifiable shapes.

"Mr. Stark-" you began, but were quickly cut off by the man himself.

"Please, dear," Stark offered with a shake of his head, "just call me Tony."

You took a deep breath, trying to muster up courage (as much courage as you could get while being mildly to severely intoxicated, you couldn’t tell at this point), and corrected yourself. "Tony," you said firmly, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. "Why did you invite me here?" The question hung in the air amongst the clouds of smoke.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tony raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I think you’re cute.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his bold statement. Did Tony Stark really just say that to you?

“Fuck, Tony Stark thinks I’m cute, never expected that, ever.” But before you could fully process the unexpected compliment, another thought crossed your mind. “Looking past the obvious," you continued, "why isn’t there some Playboy supermodel in my position? Aren’t you just slumming it?”

“Your expectations of me are too high, darling,” Tony drawled, his voice dripping with charm and confidence. “Honestly, I’d call Playboy right now and make you a model right away. You’ve got the face for it,” he paused to rake his eyes over your body, biting his lip, “—and the bod.”

A rush of heat spread through your body at his words, igniting a spark of desire that you couldn't deny. The atmosphere became charged with tension, but this time, in a good way. The constant pet names and lingering gazes from Tony were stirring you up, and you could feel something else crackling in the air between you two.

You wouldn't say no to his advances, not when his gaze was so intense and his touch so electric. After all, who would say no to Tony Stark? His smooth words and charming smile were enough to make any woman weak at the knees, and you were no exception.

“I just think that you could do better.” You muttered, all the confidence draining from you the moment he tries to make a move, you cursed yourself for it.

“Quit being self conscious and just kiss me.” Tony's words were like a soothing balm to your inner turmoil, urging you to let go of your self-consciousness and just give in to the moment. As he leaned in, his lips met yours in a swift motion that caught you off guard.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his cheek, pulling him closer to you as you melted into his embrace. While his hands grabbed at your hair, caging you in between his body and the leather seat. The taste of his lips and the warmth of his body enveloped you, drowning out the nagging voice in your head reminding you of all the reasons why this could be a mistake. Tony moaned into your mouth, you took a mental recording of that, hoping to replay it in your head later.

In this moment, nothing else mattered except for the feel of his touch and the heat that pulsed between the two of you. You surrender yourself completely, allowing yourself to be swept away by his kiss.

The cigar was carelessly discarded from his trembling hands, the smoke swirling in lazy wisps around the ash urn. The taste of tobacco still lingered on his lips, a bittersweet reminder of his vice. Your senses were heightened as you pulled away from the kiss, your hair tousled and wild from the frenzied grabbing. The two of you shared round after round of kisses, each one more desperate and passionate than the last till Tony decided to go further.

Tony pushed you down onto the seat, his movements were rough and uncoordinated, but it only added to the thrill. Your body responded to his manhandling, and you could feel yourself getting turned on. You laid horizontally on the car's leather seats, taking in the sight of stars twinkling on the headlining, but your attention was quickly diverted as Tony's lips crashed onto yours once again.

"You look so good underneath me, baby." he whispered in that seductive low tone of his, his mouth mere millimetres from your ear. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine and each vibration of his words seemed to make you even wetter.

Your breath hitched in surprise as Tony's hand traveled down to your core, his fingers grazing the hem of your dress and revealing more of your skin. You were startled by the sudden move but couldn't deny the heat that pooled between your legs. His touch was tentative, tracing circles over your clothed clit with a slow, teasing stroke. Your moans grew louder as he continued, each touch feeling foreign yet undeniably pleasurable.

"F—Fuck," you gasped as his piercing gaze met yours, those maroon eyes no longer their gentle brown hue.

"God, you're so wet for me," Tony's eyes locked onto yours as he brought his glistening finger to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low moan. Just the sight of it nearly sent you over the edge. "And you taste even better." Your eyes rolled back at his declaration, you’re so close and he hasn’t even started yet.

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the button of Tony's Tom-Ford dress pants, fumbling with it in a desperate frenzy. In this moment, your entire existence seemed to depend on getting his pants off and feeling his naked skin against yours. Tony's hands were still on your clit, his skilled fingers teasing you mercilessly.

You could barely focus on unbuttoning his pants as he brought you closer and closer to the edge with just two fingers, god he was good. Every touch from him felt like electricity pulsing through your body, igniting every nerve ending and making you forget everything else except for the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please, Tony," you pleaded, your voice breathless and desperate. Your body quivered as two fingers slipped into your slick pussy, the wet sounds echoing in the confined space of the car.

At first, Tony's movements were slow and deliberate, teasing and tempting every inch of your sensitive walls. But he knew how to push all your buttons and soon, you were clenching around his fingers, begging for more.

"I'm gonna come," you gasped out, feeling your orgasm building with each thrust of his fingers.

"Come for me, baby,” Tony growled lowly, his voice making you even more wet. "I wanna see you falling apart on just my fingers." And with those words, you unravelled in a mind-blowing climax, your body trembling and shaking against his skilled touch.

As you came down from your high, you felt a new sensation. You realized you had squirted all over the interior of the car, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was how good Tony made you feel.

You were dazed and lost in the haze of pleasure when you felt him shuffling over you. His pants were unbuttoned and his cock was in his hand, slowly stroking as he took in the sight before him: your flushed skin, your heaving chest, and the evidence of your pleasure coating the seat beneath you.

You let out a soft gasp as he playfully teases you, running his member along your slit. With regained control over your limbs, your hands find their way into his once-slicked back, now ruffled hair. Your legs lock behind his lower back, pulling him closer to you in an attempt to deepen the connection between you two.

His voice is low and husky as he groans, "Your tight pussy feels so good, darling." As he pushes into you, you feel a fullness that you've never experienced before. The initial sting of pain quickly gives way to a deep pleasure that radiates through your entire body.

"Fuck, I love you, Tony." The words escape your lips before you even have time to register them. The intensity of the moment sparking a declaration that surprises even yourself. But before you can worry about whether it was too soon or not, Tony returns the sentiment.

"Love you too, baby," he whispers as he bottoms out inside of you. You can feel every inch of him inside you, and the sensation causes you to writhe beneath him. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel his heart beating through the fabric of his suit that was yet to leave his figure, but you figured you’d see him without the suit another time.

“Fuck, gonna be a good girl and take my cum?” Tony's deep, ragged breaths spurred you on as his orgasm neared. You could feel your own climax building, your body shuddering in anticipation. Unable to form coherent sentences, you nodded in response.

Your back arched off the leather couch as you reached your peak, crying out in ecstasy as Tony's movements became even more frenzied. "Yes, gonna come so hard, Tony. Need you so bad." Your words were barely audible through your moans as he grunted and thrust into you one final time before the both of you came.

Breathless and spent, Tony's lips crashed down on yours once again.

The heat between your bodies was almost suffocating as you rode out your high. He remained inside you until he was soft, and when he finally pulled out, a trail of your arousal leaked onto the leather beneath you. A groan escaped him as he took in the sinful sight, but you were too lost in your pleasure-drunk haze to fully register it.

You're too spent to move, but from the hazy corner of your vision, you see him in front of a mirror slicking back his disheveled hair. Still dazed and caught up in the aftermath of your orgasm, it took you a while to gather yourself and get dressed. But as soon as you did, Tony turned to you with his trademark smirk.

"So, about that Playboy call?"

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Irondad Prompt #187

Bio-dad AU. Tony decides to shave is goatee.

Baby!Peter has no idea who the heck this man is!

#iron man #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #irondad prompts #spider man #irondad and spiderson prompts #spiderson prompts #biodad tony stark #biodad au #tony stark is peter’s bio dad #tony stark is peter’s biological dad #mcu iron man #mcu spiderman #ironman #irondad fluff

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themultitaskingposer · 2 months

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Marvel reacting to you staring at them.

Tony: what? You need money?

Steve: *smiles* can I help you?

Natasha: *staring contest, she won*

Loki: *smirk* like what you see?

Thor: *confused* what?

Wanda: *head tilt with sweet smile*

Peter P: hey, what—Whats up?

Yelena: *offers her macaroon* you want?

Kate: it there something on my face?

Bruce: *smiles and gets back to work*

Bucky: *leans closer and stares intently*

Clint: *confuse, looks behind then back at you*

Pietro: *snaps his finger*

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nyxindustries · 3 months

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Lock Down | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Insert, T.S x Fem! Reader x Older x Younger Characters, Tony Stark x Y/n! Reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Dom! Tony Stark,Sub! reader, Rough Sexual Intercourse, Explicit Language, brief smacking, ‘Daddy’ Name calling, semi-Slow burn (not really), Kinky Sex, Hair pulling, Scratching, Explicit Sexual read, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)

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Overriding the passcode to the lab since your lovely boyfriend Tony Stark officially locked himself in the lab because of stress with a new Iron Man suit.

The doors open to the lab as you step into the cold lab you see in the one single spotlight on above a hunched-over man on the table mumbling to himself as it looks like he’s trying to assemble part of a new Arc Reactor into the Iron Man suit with holograms all around him to help his work.

Setting down the tray of Tony’s favorite food on his desk that’s filled with little gadgets that you assume are new because you’ve never seen them before.

Quietly walking up to him as much as your heels allow as you stand behind him watching him build and solder a piece of metal together. It’s fascinating to you that Tony can get so lost in his work and look so beautiful while doing it, so laser-focused in his eyes with his eyebrows scrunched inward because he’s trying to make sense or putting together pieces of information in his mind, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead as his face goes relaxed.

Clearing your mind as you watch Tony's hand move to an object and your hand quickly covers the object as your free left hand snakes up his shoulder.

"Mhmm" Tony hums as he slowly looks at you and he places his hand on top of yours making you smile at him.

"Hi, how are you doing?" You ask gently and Tony gives you a look as his glasses tilt slightly.

"This Arc Reactor is not responding to the suit and I have no idea why…" Tony says quietly to you as you just nod knowing nothing about how all of this works. You're a SHIELD agent, you fight and try to save the world from aliens if possible.

"Anyways, it’s not your problem. What are you doing here?" Tony asks as he turns to you and you hand them the tray of food, which is two cheeseburgers and fries and onion rings.

"To Bring you your favorite food, thought you might need it. Put on a tray to be fancy" You joke with a weird mimic of an upper-class voice in the word ‘fancy’ making Tony smile but he doesn't laugh and he always laughs at your silliness or jokes. That's when you know he’s stressed as you watch him grab a cheeseburger and take a few quick bites as he shoves some of the fries in his mouth before turning around to the piece of the suit.

"…Tony…" you say but he goes back to soldering making you frown as you look around finding the plus as you quickly pull it out of the outlet making Tony instantly look up.

"What was that for?" Tony asks quickly as he reaches for the plug.

"Take a break! Eat something! Stop locking yourself in the lab!" You say him as you throw the plus across the room causing the soldering pen to fly across the table and fall off so Tony won’t touch it.

Tony giving you a wide-eyed look like he always does when he is stressed and when you decide to give him a break.

"Y/n-….Urghhhh" Tony groans out in frustration as he goes to get the tool but you quickly stop getting in between him and the table.

"No. Take a break." You say to him

"Make me! I need to finish this!" Tony says to you but you push him back.

"No, you’re not. Not today." You say and Tony stares at you.

"And who is going to stop me?" Tony asks and you smirk at him.

"I am, So take a break…" you say and Tony stares into your eyes as you stare back and your hands go to him.

"It will be good for you to clear your, Tone…" you say quietly as your hands slowly go underneath his shirt as he looks down at your hands.

"…y/n….I-I… I don’t have the time…I’m on a deadline." Tony says very quietly and you just chuckle.

"A deadline that’s next week…you have time and enough time to take out your frustrations too." You say as your hands skilled in what they do back off and come out of Tony's shirt as they pull your buttoned-up blouse out of pencil pencil-tight skirt, and start unbuttoning the buttons.

Tony watches you as you help you with buttons there and then until your breasts in a beautiful red lace bra are revealed.

"Take a break…it won’t be too bad." You say in the quietness that filled the air.

Tony's hands go to your waist as he lifts you to the lab table quickly. He takes one hand and clears the table with his arm by throwing everything off in one swoop with his arm, not caring about his work.

"You’re right, a break is what I need…Hey, Jarvis…Shut down the lab with soundproof…no one enters." Tony demands from his A. I just chime as the windows, doors, and glass all go dark and black with security screens from within the glass that Tony somehow installed and shut with security locks.

Staring at you as you feel his fingers crawl up your bare stomach now as his fingers hook underneath your bra and chase around to the hooks on the back that he undoes his one shot your bra falling as Tony yanks your shirt and bra off now, throwing them across the giant lab.

Tony's other hand, slides up your thigh underneath your skirt as he feels no underwear causing him to smirk, you planned this. The older man fingers gently caress your pussy causing you to shudder in pleasure for a moment as you hold your lips close so nothing can escape from them.

Seeing that smirk made your breath hitch in the quiet lab as Tony's eyes carefully trailed you up.

"Oh, no underwear…mhm that’s bad, baby girl…what if someone else saw what’s mine?" Tony questions and you just chuckle.

"Trust me, no one did…took them off right before I came in here…" you say with a smirk on your face as Tony grabs your chin tightly almost making your lips pucker as he forces you to look at him.

"You’re a brat…planning this so I can just fuck all my frustrations out on you," Tony says and you just stare at him.

"Yes." You choke out.

"How badly do you want?" He asks

"I want it hard, daddy." You choke out and Tony smirks at you as he lets go of your chin. It's bright red from his fingers.

"What else do you want?" He asks as he sees your hands slip into his pants you can see the growing tension in his pants.

"To please you daddy…" you say confidently as you push Tony back from you as you slip off the lab table completely undoing his pant button and zipper as his pants fall exposing his underwear and underneath with his hard and his growing cock.

Grabbing Tony's shoulder as you turn him around, pushing him against the table as he stares at you going down to your knees as your fingers hook the hem of his boxers and pull them down as a red throbbing big cock leaking precum springs out in front of your face making you smile. Hands grasping his cock firmly at the base as you start pumping him fast and hard making him groan out Tony's hands go to the side of the table to grip onto them as he looks down watching you as you lick your lips.

Sticking your tongue out as you lick one long strip onto his cock as Tony groans more at that sensation of your tongue as your wrap your whole mouth around him as you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on his cock causing Tony to groan out more audible moans.

Hearing his moans encouraged you even more by each one as you started sucking wildly causing Tony's hand to grab a fistful of your hair as your hands went down to hold onto his thighs tightly.

"OH FUCK! How did you get so good at this, baby? God" Tony moans out loudly as you feel him jerk himself inside your mouth making you look up at him. Bobbing your head wildly faster again as you feel Tony thrust his hips into your mouth causing his cock to hit the back of your throat you immediately felt tears well into the back of your eyes but you couldn’t care less about those tears as you for gag as Tony pushes your head into his cock making you gag even more as your mouth made his cock disappear making groan out.

Tony held your head there as your tongue swirled all around his cock and the tip like a lollipop before Tony removed your head and your mouth with a loud pop coming from the suction you had.

"I want you to take all this cum in you…You’re gonna take it, baby." Tony growls as he lifts you by your hair causing you to smile.

"U-…Y-Yesssss, Tonyyy." You slightly moan out as you suddenly feel yourself against the table staring out into the lab as Tony rips your pencil skirt off of you. Tony smacks your ass roughly a couple of times causing you to yelp as he flips you around making you look at him.

Your hands go to Tony's shoulders as he slides right into he lifts into the table causing you to moan out as your free right-hand goes up to his hair and slides through it as you gently pull his hair in pleasure as your left hand and arm go underneath Tony arm and land on his back as your nails meet his back fairly quickly with his second push into you without warning.

Feeling tight hands on your hips as Tony pushes you into his cock as he starts thrusting, pushing your tightly sealed mouth to moan out and your nails dig into his back a bit more.

The thrusts started to pick up even more causing you to moan even more as you closed your eyes still gently tugging on Tony's hair and your nails dragging against his back because you didn’t know what to do with your hairs.

Clenching around Tony tightly causes him to groan as he starts losing himself he puts a hand on your breasts massaging them as he continues to thrust and thrust wildly into you making you a moaning mess, making you get so so so much closer.

“Oh god…I’m almost there..” you moan out, and as you let go of Tony's hair he pulls you up kissing you passionately as you kiss back.

“Fuck….me too…” Tony moans out as she continues to thrusts as they get sloppier, more drawn out as he starts slamming into you harder as his cock starts to twitch in you. Tony slams into you in more time as you start cumming all along his cock he begincumming inside of you quickly causing him to groan out.

Staring at Tony as you smile at him he very slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the emptiness. Sitting up from the table as you sit on the edge and feel Tony's cum ooze out of you as he watches with a smirk and as he leans in kisses you again as holds you close to him.

“Was that a nice break?” You ask and Tony nods.

“Oh baby, it was perfect.” Tony says as you chuckle softly hopping down from the lab table.

“Wanna take more of a break in the shower?” You ask and Tony smirks softly

“Deadline isn’t until next week…I can make some room..” Tony says with a smirk as you grab clothes and quickly go to the private back way of the lab that leads straight to your bedroom with Tony he laughs while following you.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

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Talk dirty to me

PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5K

SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.

SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare

A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! 🩷

A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 🩷

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The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.

But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.

Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.

The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.

"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.

"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.

You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.

"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.

"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.

Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.

"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.

Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.

A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.

"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.

"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.

"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.

Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.

"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.

"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.

"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.

"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.

"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.

"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.

"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.

"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.

"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.

His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.

Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.

"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.

"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.

"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.

"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.

Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.

"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.

"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.

"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.

He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.

"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.

"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.

"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.

As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.

"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.

"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.

"What's your color now?"

"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.

"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.

A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.

"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.

When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly parted— a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.

"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.

"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.

"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.

"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.

"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.

"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.

"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.

When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.

"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.

"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.

"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.

"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.

"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.

With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.

"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.

"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.

"You're absolutely amazing, Sweets—an amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.

"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.

"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.

Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.

"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color.

Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.

When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.

"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.

"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.

"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.

With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.

"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.

"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.

"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.

"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.

"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.

When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.

"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.

"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.

"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.

"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.

What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Taken Captive

Summary: Bumping into exes is always hard, it is worse when he also happens to be Iron Man, which means basically walking around with a target on your back at all times.

Warnings: Angst, maybe fluff?

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Square Filled: Taken Captive

Word count: 1.8k ish?

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo Feedback is love! Thank you :)

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“You know what? I get why Pepper chose to leave you, Tony.”

You instantly regretted saying it out loud, watching Tony’s hurt face only made it worse. You didn’t mean it. It was in the moment you said it to hurt him back for everything he had put you through.

And after that, there was nothing left to say. Just painful silence that surrounded the two of you before you stormed into your shared bedroom. Grabbing all of your things from the closet, you threw them in a bag, old pictures, Tony’s old sweatshirt that you had stolen years ago, you held it in your hands for a moment and inhaled the scent that distinctly belonged to Tony.

With that heavy bag and a heavier heart, you dragged yourself outside to call for the elevator, Tony following you from where he’d been rooted after your argument.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my place. It doesn’t make sense for me to stay here anymore, does it? I cannot keep fighting for us alone, Tony. We’re done.”

Your voice wavered as you spoke, willing your eyes to take a look at his face one last time before leaving. It was a mistake, seeing his big brown orbs full of sorrow broke your heart into a million pieces.

But it had to be done. You couldn’t convince yourself that he was going to change anymore, you were exhausted being the only one in the relationship.

You took a stand, breaking two hearts as collateral damage. As the elevator doors closed, you let yourself feel every bit of pain that you had pushed down previously, tears flowed down your cheeks freely and sobs wracked your body.

…

Three months since that day, and you found yourself staring at a mirror trying out dresses to look your best for a gala you had committed to ages ago. It would be rude to not show up just because the man who hosted it wasn’t by your side anymore; plus you had convinced yourself that you were doing it for the team - your found family.

Then again, he would be there. You had to look your absolute best for the event, for a part of you wanted Tony Stark to eat his heart out.

Steve had called in earlier to ask you to be his date for the evening, knowing you would probably be overthinking in your head about it; he wanted to do all he could to help get the two of you to finally talk.

A part of you couldn’t wait to see Tony. You missed him more than you ever admitted to yourself. It was rather quiet without all the chaos that Tony Stark brought with him.

A knock on your front door broke you out of reverie, bringing you back to reality where with a final look in the mirror, you took your purse and opened the door to reveal a tuxedo-clad Steve Rogers, looking as handsome as ever.

“Wow, Y/N.” He took in your appearance with a warm smile and bent down to kiss your cheek, offering you his arm as you two left for the Tower.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

As fancy galas go, men and women dressed in shiny, flowy clothes grouped together, deep in conversation and drinks. Steve placed a comforting hand on top of yours as you unconsciously gripped his arm tighter, scanning the room warily.

“He’s not here yet, Y/N. When is Tony ever on time for his own party?” He smiled, waving to a few people who caught his attention.

“Right, okay. I need a drink.”

Among the crowd of snooty rich people, your eyes kept scanning for your smug and snarky billionaire while the whiskey on the rocks in your hand clinked noisily. Every sip calmed your jittery nerves only a little, that was until a throat cleared behind you, one you recognised too well that made your stomach drop.

It seemed like an awfully long time in your head before you mustered the courage to turn around and face the man.

“You made it.”

Tony’s voice was laced with equal parts surprise and relief, his big brown orbs taking in your form like a starved man while you let yours scan him as well.

Tony looked the same, maybe more handsome than you last remembered. The sharp, charcoal black tuxedo he wore fit him perfectly, his familiar cologne mixed with a hint of coffee and whiskey washed over you as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek simply because he couldn’t help himself.

“I had to, I’m still a part of the team, aren’t I?” You shrugged, shuffling from one foot to another nervously under his gaze.

“Of course. You’re wearing the necklace I bought you.” You could hear a hint of a smile in his voice as he nursed the drink in his hand, giving you all of his attention.

“Yeah well, it went with the dress.”

“Is that the only reason why you wore it?”

“Don’t push your luck, Stark.”

He was met with your famous eye-roll he missed so much, letting out a chuckle. The chemistry you two had had always been undeniable. Even after your separation, the air was thick with romance two of you once shared, things left unsaid and palpable attraction you felt.

“You look alright.” You commented.

“Alright?”

“I—I mean, you look good. The suit looks great. Looks like you’ve been sleeping well.”

You muttered, fidgeting with the glass in your hand, unaware of what suddenly made you so nervous. Maybe you were aware of the fact that Tony had moved significantly closer and you knew you’d lose yourself in those brown eyes that were once home.

“It’s makeup. I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

“Tony—”

You were almost mad that someone interrupted you two even though you hadn’t been too sure where the conversation with Tony was heading.

He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, whispering a quick ‘I’ll find you later’ promise, leaving your heart to flutter hopelessly as you watched him disappear in the crowd.

It had been hours since Tony’s promise to return, hope and patience both wore thin and you found yourself out on the balcony of the penthouse floor, leaning against the glass railing, letting the chilly night air caress your body.

You were thankful you had some food and whiskey to keep you warm but a part of you wished Tony were here to cover you with his jacket that always smelt comforting.

Maybe he wasn’t coming…maybe this was one of those Tony promises that kept you waiting after him but never turned into reality. This was one of the reasons you took a stand for yourself and had broken it off with him and now here you were again. Maybe you coming here was a mistake.

Unfortunately you were right about the last bit.

A pinprick to your neck was all you felt seconds before your vision blurred and a black cloth was forced over your head, your body dragged away by two men who had appeared on the balcony unnoticed by the crowd outside.

A piercing headache and a dull but prominent ache in your sides woke you up with a start, your eyes focusing on surroundings that were oddly familiar.

It wasn’t those grumbly voices you picked up while they had dragged you out of there, when the drug was wearing off yet you pretended to stay unconscious. They had intended to lure Tony out by taking you, a threat that had loomed over your head ever since you and Tony had got together.

Lifting your head, you quickly figured you were back in the Tower, possibly in Tony’s and your old room. Nat sat beside you with a worried look in her eyes, helping you up and offering you a glass of water.

“How’s Tony?” You whispered, your voice still a little weak from lack of use.

“He’s fine. He’s pissed.” Tony answered for you, guilt washing over him as the first thing you asked right after waking up was about him and not yourself. He was leaning against the wall adjacent to the bed, arms crossed and hands balled up into fists.

Natasha placed a comforting hand on your shoulder that had Tony’s jacket draped over it, quietly exiting the room leaving the two of you alone. Tony stood silent, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m okay, Tony.”

“You can tell those lies to someone who believes them.” He murmured, shadows engulfed his brown orbs, making them appear sadder as he finally looked your way.

You stood up gingerly, Tony quick on his feet to be by your side.

“I think I know the men who kidnapped me, their voices seemed familiar.” That hopeless fluttering of your heart was back as you felt Tony’s hand slide around your waist, holding you securely as you walked towards the bathroom.

“Killian. We had encountered them at a gala months ago. I should’ve been there, I should have been there with you.”

You saw a pained expression on his handsome features, something that made your heart ache for him. Clasping your hand in his, you gave it a reassuring squeeze only to be taken by surprise when Tony pulled you in for a hug, burying his face in your hair and holding onto you tight as if you’d disappear if he didn’t.

“I am here with you, Tony. I’m alright. And yes, you should have been there.” You added the last bit with a small chuckle, letting your fingers play with the ends of his soft hair.

“I’m such an idiot..”

“You’re stubborn, a spoiled brat, a pain in my ass, careless…not an idiot really.” You murmured, not pulling away from the hug as the smile on your face grew wider.

“I’m really ready for this to turn into a compliment now..”

Tony let out a laugh, pressing a kiss against your temple and cupping your face in his hands. His eyes implored yours silently, taking in your beautiful face that he had missed so terribly. Leaning into his touch, your eyes traveled down to his lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss him this moment.

Thankfully he took the queue and closed the distance between the two of you, making you melt into his touch as you eagerly kissed him back, leaving all words unsaid as your bodies did the talking.

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