#let tony be with his fucking CHILDREN. his FAMILY.
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Tony, the futurist
Buckle in folks, I've had some thoughts and I'm about to make it ✨everyone's✨ problem.
Been thinking about Tony Stark, the futurist who saw the end of the world.
Tony, who in IM1 escapes kidnapping and torture and says, "I shouldn't be alive. Unless if was for a reason."
who, in The Avengers, has this exchange with Bruce Banner:
Tony: You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a… terrible privilege.
Bruce: But you can control it.
Tony: Because I learned how.
Bruce: It's different.
Tony: Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should've killed you.
Bruce: So you're saying that the Hulk… the other guy… saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?
Tony: I guess we'll find out.
Bruce: You might not like that.
Tony: You just might.
Right after this, Cap tells Tony, "You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."
And then Tony flies a nuke into a wormhole, tries to call his girlfriend because he thinks these are his last moments, did not go in there expecting to survive.
Although he survives, he witnesses an alien army so terrifying, so unbeatable, it gives him crippling PTSD nightmares and panic attacks, knowing they are not prepared to defend the earth.
I'm thinking about Tony who, in AOU, gets manipulated by Wanda into witnessing his worst nightmare.
Which, by the way, involves losing all of his newfound friends.
Later, he has this exchange with Nick Fury:
Tony: And I'm the man who killed the Avengers. I saw it. I didn't tell the team, how could I? I saw them all dead, Nick. I felt it. The whole world, too. It's because of me. I wasn't ready. I didn't do all I could.
Fury: The Maximoff girl, she's working you, Stark. Playing on your fear.
Tony: I wasn't tricked, I was shown. It wasn't a nightmare, it was my legacy. The end of the path I started us on.
Fury: You've come up with some pretty impressive inventions, Tony. War isn't one of them.
Tony: I watched my friends die. You'd think that'd be as bad as it gets, right? Nope. Wasn't the worst part.
Fury: The worst part is that you didn't.
Tony's worst fear is to survive in a world he's failed to save. He has to "do all [he] could" or else the future he's terrified of will happen and it will be his fault.
(Not to put too fine a point on it, but there's a reason why Tony and Peter are so compatible as mentor and mentee.)
Tony's seen what's coming, and he's willing to do whatever it takes.
Here's the thing, though:
Tony doesn't actually want to die.
In AOU, when they're arguing about why he created Ultron, Tony says this to Cap:
"Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the 'why we fight'? So we get to go home?"
He tells Bruce that the reason they should create Ultron is to have "peace in our time."
He tells Pepper that his constant tinkering, his inability to ever, ever rest is because he needs to keep her safe from the oncoming threat.
Tony has a life he wants to protect, people he wants to keep safe. And, unlike the other Avengers, he knows exactly how impossible this will be to achieve.
Tony is the only Avenger who understands how severely outmatched they are. Maybe Thor understands the threat, but he has no ability to imagine losing.
Tony tries to get them to understand:
Tony: Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That's… that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?
Steve: Together.
Tony: We'll lose.
Steve: Then we'll do that together, too.
Well, they do lose. And they don't do it together.
And it turns out Tony was right about everything.
He was right that he would survive to face his world that he'd failed to save.
He was right that the Avengers would not be enough.
He was right that Bruce's powers would be worthwhile someday.
And, apparently,
some people think he was right that he was only alive for this reason.
Because, obviously, the only "reason" for someone like Tony Stark to be alive is to eventually sacrifice himself, right?
A character so traumatized can only find peace in death.
Right?
No.
Stop that.
Tony Stark may have been willing to risk his life for his family, but that doesn't mean he wanted that to be his end.
Remember when this happened?
Bruce: Saved it for what?
Tony: I guess we'll find out.
Bruce: You might not like that.
Tony: You just might.
Bruce gets to live long enough to like his ending.
Remember when this happened?
All Tony ever wanted to do was make the world a better place.
And, what about this?
You're telling me that Yinsen didn't value family above all else?
That he thought Tony should die and leave them behind?
No.
Tony Stark is a futurist.
He is the Cassandra of the MCU. He warns the others constantly of the oncoming threat that only he, apparently, can see. (Even Thanos calls him "cursed with knowledge.")
No one believes him. Alone, he tries to prepare for the threat that he has witnessed. He sits with his nightmares and tries to find a way around them, constantly.
He builds a life worth living, finds people worth protecting, just like Yinsen told him to.
To protect the future, he does all he possibly can.
Tony deserved to be part of the future too.
#this is messy as hell but I'm UPSET and I need ALL OF YOU TO BE UPSET WITH ME TOO#say it louder for the people in the back#TONY STARK DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING#FUCK THE RUSSOS#thoughts#tony stark#he just. he knew he was going to die. that whole time!#and he was fine with it but also he was NOT FINE WITH IT.#GOD.#let tony be with his fucking CHILDREN. his FAMILY.#you're saying CAP got to be with his family??? WHAT FAMILY??? peggy already HAD A FAMILY#never going to be over this#peace out y'all I'm going to go stew on this in silence again#just had to cause pain to others and as usual I shall now depart#irondad#spiderson#irondad and spiderson#iron dad and spider son#peter parker#ironfam#tony stark deserved a happy ending#avengers#endgame
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husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)
Word count: 3.2k
Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.
A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol
(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)
They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.
But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.
It was frustrating.
She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.
Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.
They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.
They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.
He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.
"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."
"I'm not ready."
"When will you be? Because I am."
He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."
The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!" To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.
It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.
"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."
Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.
She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?
He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.
Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.
"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."
She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"
"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.
The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"
"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'
He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."
"Christopher... baby you hate wine."
"I can learn to like it."
She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.
The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.
In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."
"I love you too, Christopher."
He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."
She sighed. "It's okay."
"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."
She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."
Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?
Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.
Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.
He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."
Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."
Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."
She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"
"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."
"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"
Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.
"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.
He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.
Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.
"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.
She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.
Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.
Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?"
Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck."
She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!"
He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top."
She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone.
She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him.
Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others.
He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?"
Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!"
"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin.
They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face.
She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.
"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.
"You love it though!"
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Family Doesn't Mean Blood
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.3k
Warnings: fluff
Request by anon: Aww if steve and vixen settle down imagine them fostering or adopting a child. In their words "adoption helps a kid"
Summary: After being married to Steve for a few years, you're starting to think about expanding your family. The problem is, you can't have kids naturally. Well, is that a problem?
Cat and Mouse Masterlist
Squares Filled: planning a vacation (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Life has never been this good for you. What’s the fucking catch? You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop but it never comes. Why would it? You got married to the best person in the world, have an amazing job that lets you save people, have amazing friends who do what you do, and work on being healed from people who stripped you down and stole whatever was left of you.
It’s been a few years since you and Steve tied the knot, and you’ve never been happier. Marriage is and was something you never thought was in the cards for someone like you. Whatever Hydra did to you made you believe you were only good for killing someone and stealing what they couldn’t do on their own.
The celebrate your third anniversary, you and Steve are planning a vacation to a place you two have never been to before. There is a lot of ground on Earth to cover, but you want to go someplace raw and nature-filled. You can always hop on a plane and go to a touristy spot with a million other people, but you want to enjoy what nature has to offer and escape from the real world for a bit.
“How about Hawaii? I’ve never been there.”
“Too crowded. Everyone and their mother wants to go there.” Steve flips through a vacation brochure that Tony sent him in the mail. “What about Alaska? I’ve never been there. I know the cold won’t bother us.”
“How can it? You spent most of your life as a Capsicle.”
“Hey, you promised never to call me that.”
You know he’s joking based on his tone and the fat smile on his face. You walk over to him and kiss him tenderly to express your apologies.
“Alaska this time of year must be beautiful. We should go there.”
“Alaska it is, then.”
You and Steve packed for the icy vacation in Alaska, something you’re excited for. You’ve seen snow and experienced the cold winters of Siberia, but you’ve never actually enjoyed it. You want to experience being bundled up in front of the fireplace when there is snow falling outside.
The day of your flight comes sooner than you expected, so you and Steve head to the airport. A lot of people will recognize you but you’re flying first class so that might limit the amount of people you come into contact with. Tony offered his private jet but you like experiencing “normal” people things like going to the airport. It makes you feel more connected with the world if that makes sense.
You get to the airport and see a family get out of the taxi they ordered. It’s a family of four, and the two teenagers struggle to get their luggage out of the trunk. The teenage boy complains to his mom who heaves the luggage like some Super Mom. Steve sees the family but doesn’t say anything about it. You two head inside to check with security after getting your tickets at the front desk.
A young woman and her young son are at the very front of the line getting ready to go through the metal detectors. He’s a small toddler who doesn’t quite understand what is going on but he takes off his shoes per the instructions of TSA. He runs over to his mom and holds up his shoes.
“Here you go, Mommy.”
Seeing him tugs on your heartstrings. You look over at Steve who is watching the child. Something nags at you from the back of your mind from security all the way to the gate. There is some time to kill so you and Steve grab a quick bite at a cafe near the gate. A few tables down from you is a mother and father trying to feed their three very small children. They might be a bit older than newborns, and the parents scramble to get their bottles ready. Steve notices you staring at the family and nudges your side.
“Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
When you get on the plane, you notice a man who looks to be in his forties escorting his elderly father to his seat. The old man looks too old to do anything himself which is why his son is here helping him. Seeing these families makes you question your own, and you look at Steve who is reading the information booklet in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him.
The flight to Alaska is a grueling eleven hours but you use the time to sleep and catch up on your books. Nothing can prepare someone for the harsh weather that is known in Alaska this time of year, but you once spent a winter in Siberia that was -60 degrees, so this is honestly nothing. Steve spent seventy years in the ice so this cold doesn't bother him either.
The hotel you’re staying in is more like a housing lodge with a bunch of different cabins located around a major lake in Alaska. While Steve is checking in at the front desk, you’re sitting in the lobby waiting for him to be done. A small child runs up to you holding a cookie and she raises her hand to give it to you.
“Oh, hello,” you smile.
“Hi. This is for you.”
You take the cookie, unsure where her mother is. Seconds later, you hear someone calling for her.
“Lily! There you are. You don’t go up to strangers like that.” She walks over and grabs her arm. “I’m sorry.”
“I gave her a cookie, Momma!”
“It’s okay, honestly.” Lily leaves with her mother just as Steve comes back. “She gave me a cookie.”
Steve chuckles and leads you to one of the lodges on the lake. It’s private, big, secluded, and very beautiful. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You arrived in Alaska late so the only thing you’re doing today is relaxing. The sun is already setting and the snow is starting to fall so the only logical thing to do is build a fire and snuggle up in front of it. Steve brought out the alcohol the lodge laid out for you (they were a tad excited two Avengers were staying with them) and sat by the fire with you. Steve looks at you and sees you staring at the fire in thought.
“What are you thinking?” Steve asks and sips his drink.
“You know, I never once had a thought where I might end up one day. All that mattered to me was the mission. Then, I met you, and that all changed. Suddenly, I found myself seeing myself buying a house with you, marrying you, and being everything I wished I could be for you. I was never allowed to think about what I wanted in life.
“Now I do.” You look at him with unshed tears in your eyes. “I thought I never wanted children. I was never given the room to even think about stuff like that. Lately, everywhere I look, are children and their parents. I know you want one. I see you looking at them, too. I see myself in a great big house with you and our little ones running around. I can see you teaching them to protect themselves, and our dogs will always be there to protect them, too. I want that now, but they sterilized me when they made me. It hurts me that I can’t give that to you.”
Steve sets his drink down and pulls you closer. You rest your head on his chest and softly cry at missing what you can never have.
“There are other ways to have kids. We can adopt or foster.”
“All I wanted before I was taken was to have a family of my own.”
“We can have that.”
“Even if I can’t give you a child biologically?”
“Even that. Family doesn't mean blood. We make our own in any way we want.”
“Are you saying you want to adopt a child with me?” you sniffle.
“We’ve had a few good years of marriage. I think it’s time we bring someone new into the picture, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I do,” you smile and kiss him. “When we get back, we can look into it.”
“Okay,” Steve nods and kisses you once again.
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Baby making...
Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!reader smut
Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, unprotected sex (baby making), oral (f-receiving), the baby conversation
You were bent over the work bench in Tony's workshop rolling your eyes trying to hold in a sigh that threatened to spill out whilst your mother continued to talk. You loved your mother, you really did but you could do without the lectures about taking too long starting a family. You were the youngest of your siblings being the only one to have no children, and although you had reassured your mother there would be future children for you and Tony, she (and most of your family) would constantly question you about children.
Tony looked at you with a frown as he wiped his hands clean. "Hang up." He mouthed to you.
You waved your hand at him and turned away from him. "We've only been married a couple of months, mom." You sighed, "He isn't just going to drop dead."
Tony glared at your phone like it was your mother stood there before him.
Why did his age always seem to creep into any conversation you had with her. Sure he was older than you by some years, a lot maybe, but he wasn't exactly ready for a retirement home.
Tony began smirking to himself as he ran his hands over your body, an idea popping into his head as he came to the hem of the thin skirt you were wearing with no panties. He threw the rag onto work bench beside you and dropped to his knees behind you, taking a hold of the hem of your skirt and raised it over your backside startling you.
"Juat a sec, mom." You turned only to have Tony push your hips back. "Tony, what are you-" You let out a startled gasp as he slapped his hand against your backside.
"Keep talking, Princess." He sent you a wink before he pushed your cheeks apart and dived in.Your back arched as Tony began to eat you out like a man starved.
You let out a soft groan hearing your mother call your name. "Uh... Yeah... No, m'fine..."
Tony smirked against you as he flick his tongue up and down your slit. He loved the way you tasted and he was convinced ever since you became his wife your taste had gotten sweeter.
"O-Of co-course, we want... Children, mother." You bit your bottom lip as Tony wrapped his lips around your clit. "... Yes!" You cried out as Tony pushed his tongue inside you. "He'll be wonderful..." You reached behind you and tangled your fingers in his hair as you pushed back onto his face. "I need to go, bye." You quickly hung up as Tony pressed his fingers to your clit whilst fucking you with his tongue. "Oh, God, Tony!" You groaned, your legs shaking.
"That feel good, Princess?" He asked with a smirk before lightly biting the curve of your ass cheek.
"Fuck," You moaned deeply. "Need you to fuck me, Tony. Please." You begged as he kept devouring your cunt, his beard scratching your thighs.
He let out a soft chuckle as pulled back from you and looked up at you with a smirk. "So desperate." He placed a kiss to the inside of you thigh making you moan.
Tony stood up behind you and turned you around to face him, pressing his lips against yours firmly as he reached down to grab a hold of the back of your thighs, lifting you to sit on the workbench.
"Mr Stark, your presence is required for a mission." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced making the pair of you groan in frustration.
Tony rested his forehead against yours. "I'll be there in a minute, F.R.I.D.A.Y." He answered.
You let out a heavy sigh, "I'll see you when you get back." You kissed him, "Be safe." You jumped off the workbench.
"Wait, wait," Tony grabbed your hand and stopped you from leaving. "I need to know before I go." He rested his hands on your hips as he bent down and pressed his forehead against yours again. "Princess, are you ready for us to have a baby?" He asked.
You huffed, "Damn it, Tony, don't pay any attention to my mother. You know she's a pain in the backside." You chuckled.
Tony nodded with a smile, "I know, it's where you get it from." He joked, grinning at you as you scoffed. "But I wasn't asking because of her."
You raised your eyebrow at him. "So why then?"
"Well," Tony drew in a deep breath as he squeezed your hips lightly. "I was asking as your husband, whom may also, be ready, to have a baby."
Your eyes widened, "What? Really?"
"Unless you're not, then forget I said anything." Tony quickly let go of you and began walking backwards. "I need to go, love you."
"NO! Tony, wait!" You hurried after him as he walked over to the elevator. "You can't just drop a bomb shell like that and run." You grabbed his hand and pulled him to look at you. "We're you serious?" You asked with a soft smile.
Tony let out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors opened and the pair of you walked in. "What's the big deal? We've spoken about it before." He shrugged.
You nodded, "Yeah, but I'm asking, are you serious, right now? This isn't some kink in the bedroom where it's a heat of the moment thing and you want to breed me like a bitch in heat."
Tony stared down at you, his mouth open. "Damn it..." He cleared his throat as he reached down and adjusted himself. "Look, all I'm saying is, if you're ready for us to start trying, so am I." He smiled at you lovingly. "I want to have baby with my beautiful wife."
You gulped and nodded. "I want to start too, Tony." You grinned up at him.
Tony grinned back and pulled you into his arms. "We'll get started as soon as I'm back." He kissed the top of your head. The doors to the elevator opened and Tony stepped out backwards. "Stop taking your pill... And no touching yourself. Papa's got a job to do when he returns." He sent you a playful wink before he turned around and walked away from you.
You rolled your eyes as a giddy feeling filled your chest. You couldn't wait for you and Tony to extend your family.
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When you recieved word of Tony's return it was late in the evening but you stayed awake to wait for him. You always did, wanting to check he was okay before he turned in. If you didn't, he'd pretend he was okay until it was too late, like he had done so many times.
You were worried when you saw Tony had a few scrapes and cuts, but the moment he crashed his lips against yours and stole your breath away, you knew he was perfectly fine.
Once the pair of you were completely naked, Tony carefully laid you down on your shared bed. He slowly crawled over you, pressing soft kisse up your body as he whispered praises. He took a hold of his cock and brushed it through your wet folds.
"Oh, God," Tony groaned as he slowly slipped inside of you.
You bit your bottom lip as Tony bottomed out. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth.
"Oh, god..." You moaned into the air as your eyes fell shut.
"Can't wait for you to be big and round." Tony groaned against your shoulder.
"Please." You begged.
His hand moved to your hair as he crashed his lips down against yours once more as he wrapped his other hand under your knee and held your leg high as he began to pound deeper inside of you.
Tony swollowed your moans and screams as you wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back as you came around for his cock.
Tony pulled back with a growl, your walls squeezing his cock. "FUCK!" He cried out as he came.
Slowly, you loosened your hold on your husband, smiling as he pressed his lips against your neck.
"If it takes, will you start calling me, daddy?" Tony asked with a playful smile as he pushed himself up and looked down at you.
Your head fell back with laughter as you reached up and gently cupped his cheek. "I love you too... Daddy."
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📖"Merry & Bright"
Part 3 - Family Fun Night
Merry & Bright Masterlist
Rated: Teen
Pairing: Bucky x Steve
Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kid fic, Karens
Summary: Bucky and Steve go to their daughters' school play.
(If your name is Karen, I'm sorry and sending warm hugs)
Bucky’s been able to ignore the encroaching Holiday season for longer than usual this year.
Between the warm-ish fall weather and his continuing therapy appointments, the ceaseless calls from his publisher and that guy from Warner Brothers, and the move and the overwhelming demands of a newborn, it’s just hard to believe that it could already be Thanksgiving next week.
Steve’s next text coming through just about drives a bulldozer through that delusion:
Steve: Hey, I’m at the store right now. You want me to pick anything up for this ‘Friendsgiving’-extravaganza? I know Jarvis said he’s got it handled, but I feel like we should have backups for the girls? Just in case Tony’s picked out some sort of weird, avant garde menu? Becs really has her heart set on pumpkin pie. And Sarah, well …
Bucky: You could ask Pepper. I think we’re safe as long as there’s mac ‘n’ cheese and rolls. Anyway we’ve got over a week to sort it out.
Steve: … Babe, today’s Tuesday. We’ve got two days.
Bucky immediately checks his phone calendar, and sure enough, Thanksgiving is this week, not next. Fuck.
“Ohshit,” he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head as he realizes that this means tonight is the school play, not next Tuesday. “Fuck. Shit!” In his hands, his phone chimes.
Steve: So, pie?
Bucky texts back a harried ‘yes’, thinking that he’s got to get his butt back to the tower immediately. He very suddenly has only about nine hours before his children need to be fitted with their (as of yet not even near-to-finished) homemade costumes. Becca’s paper mache drumstick still needs spray painted, and Sarah’s supposed to be a scoop of mashed potatoes that Bucky still needs to find something to act as the pat of butter on top.
“Jarvis, help.” Bucky says as he hoofs it back in the direction of the tower.
Jarvis’ voice emanates from his phone: “Mr. Rogers. How can I be of assistance?”
Bucky rattles off the craft supplies they’re going to need. “And if you know anyone on Stark’s payroll who’s good with a needle and thread, that wouldn’t hurt either.”
It seems like only yesterday they were dressed up as Buzz and Woody, letting Bo Peep and a very bossy Jessie drag them around from house to house. They’d trick-or-treated in the Cobble Hill neighborhood where they technically don’t live yet but will soon, once the house is finished being refurbished. Bucky had carried Gabe strapped to his front as one of the Little Green Men alien squeaker toy thingies, and Steve had pulled a wagon along for when one or both of the girls inevitably became too tuckered out to—
Anyhow, point is: it feels like they were trick‘or’treating all of two seconds ago.
And now Thanksgiving is in two days? What the everloving fuck?
Bucky spends a very brief amount of time that afternoon being irrationally mad at his husband, as if it’s Steve’s fault that his pregnancy brain has apparently extended into the postpartum period and allowed him to lose track of time. He grumps privately that Steve should’ve somehow magically known that he was mentally operating in the wrong week, and should have thus alerted him that the holiday was imminent! Stupid Steve. What the hell is the alpha good for, anyway?
Later that evening of course, he realizes how ridiculous that is. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s actually upset with himself—partly because of the mad scramble he’s left with to get ready for Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy’s family fun night, but even moreso because of the 5k he now has to face up to in less than forty-eight hours. (What real, qualitative difference one more week of jogging in the park was really going to make, Bucky can’t say, but he’d been counting on it to help him work his confidence up about the whole ordeal.)
It’s not like he wouldn’t back out of it if he could, but he absolutely cannot back out. This is the first ever Brooklyn Bridge American Heroes Turkey Trot, co-sponsored by Stark Industries and Barnes Prosthetics (yes, Bucky is the genius who thought it’d be fine and dandy to plan a 5k less than half a year after giving birth). Together, he and Tony have started a foundation for veterans and civilian victims of the regime years, to help provide them access to the high quality, bio-integrative prosthetics that Bucky’s company makes.
Since it’s not exactly cheap to weld a robot arm onto somebody, Bucky and Tony have partnered with Wounded Warrior Project for this charity run; done to raise funds for vets who don’t happen to have a spare ninety grand lying around to fund their surgeries. The limbs themselves are, of course, all provided free of charge by Barnes Prosthetics, and the overall costs are at least somewhat ameliorated by various amenities provided by Stark.
As the visible face of the charity, Bucky’s got no choice: he needs to show up, show off, and show support. He’s expected to be there to make nice with all the other amputees who’ll be running, and to show off how happy and perfect his life is now that he’s got the Asset IV prototype cybernetic implant attached to his body. It is a bitchin’ arm, and Bucky is excited to get to hand one of those gigantic cardboard checks over to the Wounded Warrior guys, but he really, really wishes he’d thought to postpone the Foundation’s first run until next Thanksgiving.
At least he’ll have Steve there with him, he thinks. His Alpha has promised not to outpace him to any embarrassing degree, Darcy is fine with keeping Gabe until they get back, and Tony has even arranged to have the girls set up for the Macy’s parade with a disgustingly VIP viewing situation on Central Park West. But aside from those few hours on Thanksgiving morning, Bucky’s daughters will remain under his purview for the holidays this year.
And the hubbub begins with Family Fun Night that evening.
Bucky alone has to deal with Sarah’s anxiety problems leading up to the curtain call for this stupid fucking school play. “Hold still, Honey,” he begs, speaking past the safety pin he’s got held between his lips as he kneels there and uses both of his hands to try and do a last minute costume fix. “Sarah I said hold still.”
“Fix it daddy, fix it!”
He’s crouched next to his youngest daughter in the school’s hallway, trying to better secure the pat of “butter” (a folded yellow tea towel) to the top of her not-so-great mashed potato costume. Steve is off somewhere with the drumstick, helping her to not be scared about walking out on stage. “Baby, please. I can’t fix it if you keep moving around,” Bucky growls, but his frustrated tone only makes Sarah get more hysterical about her role in the play being messed up by a floppy tea towel. She starts to cry about how she doesn’t want to do this anymore.
“Sarah Winnifred, I swear to God, if you don’t hold still, you’re gonna have a new hole poked in your head!”
He and Steve sit proudly in the fourth row back and watch the play that their children’s overpriced prep school is putting on before it lets out for Thanksgiving break.
At the end of the final song, when all of the students are lined up on the stage like a demented paper-mache buffet of human-sized food items, bowing hand in hand, Steve and Bucky rise with all the other parents for a standing ovation, humongous smiles plastered on their faces. Steve tries to do a finger whistle with middling success, then he leans over to Bucky’s ear and cheerfully whispers, “That was so dumb!”
Bucky laughs, still clapping and beaming with absolute pride for his daughters. “Yeah it was friggin’ awful!”
The curtain falls, and he and Steve exit the auditorium to go backstage and congratulate the girls. A very excited drumstick and mashed potatoes run up and start talking over each other to tell their fathers all about the play that they just performed. “Papa! Daddy! Did you see me?! Did you see my song?!!”
“What about meee?!”
“Sure did, Becs. You were really good!”
“The best turkey drumstick ever.”
For being such excellent thespians and to celebrate their acting debut, they present the girls with two foil-wrapped tulips that they bought out in the lobby. Becca especially, seems very proud of her flower, twirling in her drumstick costume and holding it to her nose again and again. Bucky’s smile wavers with emotion as he gets that warm, shot-of-whiskey feeling once again, and he remembers that Life is Good. He catches Steve’s eye from over top of the mashed potatoes, and they share one of those silent “I Love You” moments. Steve shoots him a wink.
It being family fun night, Darcy appears as planned and ushers the girls away to go change back into regular clothes before they head over to the kids’ party in the gymnasium. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky go to the reception that’s been put together for the parents. Bucky isn’t super keen on attending, but he promised the girls that they could play games with the other kids for at least an hour, so he and Steve make an admirable attempt to mingle amongst the other parents.
Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy is an exclusive elementary school on the Upper East Side. Due to its sheer proximity to Stark Tower, and since bussing the girls all the way to Brooklyn for an entire year would’ve been too much of a hassle, Steve and Bucky chose to enroll them there. It’s only temporary, until the renovations on the Cobble Hill house are complete and they’re able to move back to Brooklyn. Bucky is looking forward to being able to walk his children the two picturesque blocks between their house and the neighborhood school each day.
But until then, it’s the more snobbish parents and overzealous PTA moms of Coulton-Chestor that he has to navigate at functions such as tonight’s. Bucky’s been taking some time off work ever since things got very pregnant-and-miserable in about month eight, but he still considers himself a working father, and as such there is an awkward disconnect between him and the more … involved stay-at-home parents who surround him at the reception.
At least there are hors d’oeuvres and cocktails, which give him something to do with his hands. Steve starts chatting with a few of the parents who are running the silent auction, and Bucky avoids getting drawn into bidding on overpriced theater tickets by heading over to the refreshments table. He’s just finished loading up on a bunch of mini quiches and cocktail weenies, when the one person he’d hoped to fully avoid at this function makes her attack. Bucky turns around with his little plate of foot and startles as he’s suddenly faced with a familiar, blonde-haired woman.
“James!” She’s got a tea-length dress, an overly-whitened smile, and a ponytail that’s been curled to within an inch of its life. It’s Karen.
(No, her name is literally Karen.)
And in Bucky’s limited experience with her, she has an uncanny ability to make every social interaction the exact opposite of what Bucky would like it to be. It’s just a gift some people have.
She swoops in with two other omega parents by her sides, introducing them as “Jill” and “Nate.” Bucky plasters on a smile to match hers while she air kisses his cheeks in that way that rich people who think they’re cultured always do.
“You made it,” she coos, acting pleased to see him. In all fairness, she might be. Bucky’s never point blank told the woman that he finds her insufferable, and she always seems to make a beeline for the more well-to-do parents. Ever since she found out that Bucky and Steve not only rub shoulders with Tony Stark, but are actually living with him, she’s been eager to make Bucky one of her besties. “It’s been too long. How are you, darling?”
“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, gesturing with his plate of cocktail weenies. “Hanging in there.”
“And how is that gorgeous new baby of yours doing?” she asks, nudging Jill to announce, “James is married to Commander Rogers. They have three children.”
Jill and Nate make a polite fuss over that, while Bucky tries to act gracious and think of a way to correct Karen that “Commander” isn’t Steve’s title, and if he ever hears her referring to him as such, he’ll be offended. “How is your family doing?” Bucky asks, more to get the topic off himself rather than due to any real interest.
Like most of the Coulton-Chestor moms, Karen is married to a well-to-do Alpha, has precisely one child, and spends her time trying to climb as high in Manhattan “Mommy” society as possible. Having a living child at all is automatically a foot up in terms of social standing, Bucky’s learned, and the moms of Park Avenue lord their accomplishments higher than most. Most times Bucky’s met her, Karen’s been wearing diamond solitaires with designer workout clothes and brandishing her own fertility like a damn merit badge.
Karen brags about her son for a few minutes, and when it seems like everyone in their small group is necessitated to take a turn with regards to their own offspring, Bucky throws some random fact out about how the girls have been doing. Jill and Nate start gushing over Bucky’s grand accomplishment of having three kids, which is practically unheard of.
“You must be so proud. How lucky to have three healthy children!”
“What were yours in the play?” Jill asks, and she seems friendly enough so Bucky makes an effort to tell her about how he’s responsible for the turkey leg and the mashed potatoes. She giggles and nods and says her son was one of the pumpkins.
“Oh, ha, yeah. They had quite the little dance routine, didn’t they?”
Bucky’s smile turns annoyed when Karen feels the need to point out, “Yes! And your little Rebecca kept up alright, didn’t she? She seemed able to follow along with the other kids quite well!”
“Yes,” Bucky says peevishly. “She’s very talented.”
“Isn’t it wonderful here? I just love how inclusive Coulton-Chestor is,” Karen simpers. She turns to the other moms and starts telling them about how Becca is in her son’s “regular” class, and how she’s always so sweet, and so helpful to the other students. She talks about Becca like she’s a little mascot, or a class pet, and it rankles Bucky’s nerve to no end.
Since the fertility crisis began, there’s been more stigma placed on children with any sorts of disabilities, and Bucky’s had to deal with a lot of thinly-veiled prejudice due to his daughter’s special needs ever since he started advocating to get her into the same high-quality school programs as Sarah. The public school system still hasn’t recovered, and with limited slots available in all childcare-related fields these days, people are more ruthlessly competitive for their children than ever before.
“Yes, we like it here,” Bucky agrees. “Though we’ll be switching to a different school next year, when we move to the new house over in Brooklyn.”
“You’re not leaving The Tower?” Karen gasps, as if that’s the most horrible, ludicrous decision. Given that she makes it sound like Bucky and his family are choosing to move out of friggin’ Buckingham Palace, Nate and Jill predictably get curious and ask:
“The ‘Tower’?”
“Stark Tower,” Karen chirps, excited to tell the other two omegas, “James and his husband live there.”
Nate’s eyebrows go up. “They live there. In the tower?”
“Oh yes! Didn’t you know? Why, they’re friends with the Starks.”
“Really? Oh, I’ve heard such good things about that Pepper Potts,” Jill gushes. “Seems like a lovely woman. How do you know her?”
Bucky smiles, pained. “Actually I knew Tony first. We work together.”
“You work?” Nate sneers. Bucky ignores him.
“Yeah, I met Tony back during the, ah … well, during the regime years.”
“Gilead? Oh. Huh.”
(“Wonder what the Starks were doing, back then? Were they married then?”
“You never do hear what celebrities got up to during all that, do you?”
“No, you never do.”)
Bucky hums, not intending to get into a conversation about it, but Karen forces his hand by volunteering, “Wasn’t that all in your book though, James?”
“Um,”
Karen enthusiastically tells the others, “He was one of those resistance fighters, can you believe it? That’s how he lost his arm.” (Everybody’s eyes not-so-surreptitiously fly to where Bucky’s left hand is sticking out of his sweater, holding onto the plate of hors d'oeuvres.) “And he was a vessel. His husband was one of the commanders down in Washington. That’s where they met!”
“Really?”
“Steve wasn’t a real commander …” Bucky hedges.
“Oh he wrote a whole book about it! You really must read it.” Karen rattles off the title and both Nate and Jill make sounds of recognition.
“Ooh. You know, I’ve heard of that book.”
“Great,” Bucky mutters. He has to smile along politely and answer them as they start asking him fascinated questions, with Karen supplying details every time he tries to demure and change the topic to something less sensational.
“He’s just being modest!” she simpers, laying her hand on Bucky’s arm in an overly familiar way. “James, tell them about how you were on the View.”
Bucky reluctantly does, and Jill and Nate nod along, enthused to hear about how he’s been on television and met the hosts of the show. “It really wasn’t all that exciting,” Bucky insists. “I wasn’t the main guest. They had, you know, real celebrities that went after me. Reese Witherspoon and stuff.”
“You met Reese Witherspoon?”
“No, no. I didn’t. I was only there for like, two minutes. It wasn’t even important.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Karen prods smugly. “A little birdy told me that Netflix was trying to buy up the film rights to your book.”
Bucky doesn’t even care, he openly shoots her a withering glare this time. “I can assure you that’s not true.” (It’s HBO, and it isn’t Bucky’s fault if she doesn’t have her details right.)
Karen continues to gab to the other two parents about it anyway, insisting that some omega heartthrob actor whom Bucky has never heard of would be the ideal casting choice to portray him in the film version of his book. “And Chris Hemsworth. Oh! Wouldn’t he just be perfect to play your Steve?”
“Nobody’s making a movie out of it!” Bucky snaps, fed up with her incessant gossiping. “It’s not happening.” He looks around awkwardly at the end of his outburst, aware of Nate and Jill’s surprised expressions. “Um, I just mean: the studios were shopping around,” he mutters. “But I said no.”
Of course this is very disappointing to Karen, and she tries to tell Bucky what a mistake that is, talking about how interested everybody would be in the subject matter. “I just saw an episode of the Dr. Phil show where they were talking about it,” she says. “They had wives and some of those vessels on. Even a commander.”
Bucky hums dispassionately. “Sounds like trash tv to me.” He’ll be damned if he lets Karen know he was asked onto that program as well. “Just people trying to make a spectacle out of it.”
Karen titters awkwardly and agrees, but Bucky can tell that she’s annoyed at him for shutting her gossip down. “Well, it’s all very controversial, of course,” she excuses. “And a commitment like that would just be so much more on your plate.”
Bucky nods, glad that she’s dropping it. “Yeah. Exactly.”
“After all, you’re already a working mother,” she says, saying ‘working’ all hurriedly and quietly, as if it’s something not to be mentioned. “I’m sure you just want to focus on your family, now. With the new baby and all.”
“Congratulations,” Jill gushes. “Did you have a boy or a girl?”
“A boy. Gabe. He just turned four months old last week.”
“Oh, how wonderful.”
“Another omega for your family?”
“No, Karen,” Bucky says, annoyance audible in his voice. “We haven’t had him tested. We’re just going to wait and find out the old fashioned way.”
“Oh. I see.”
They all seem taken aback, because it’s very rare for a newborn not to be tested for designation these days. Much to Bucky’s chagrin, gender roles only seem to be becoming more emphasized than ever. Jill chuckles awkwardly and tries to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s so progressive of you. Dan had our little Archie in an alpha playgroup by the time he could crawl, I swear.”
They all titter over that, and Bucky tries to scan the room for any sight of Steve without being too obvious in what he’s doing. He spots him over by the punch bowl. “Um, I’m sorry,” he excuses. “I think I see my husband calling me.” He starts to make his escape, but Karen grabs him just as he’s turning.
“Oh, James, wait! We wanted to ask if you’d help us plan the Winter Gala.”
“Oh, I uh.”
“We’re going to have the children do a nativity scene. And I was thinking a candlelight service. Wouldn’t that just be picturesque?”
Bucky makes a face. “Sorry, Karen. My family isn’t very religious.”
“Oh, no but it’ll be interdenominational!” she insists with a big grin. “You celebrate Christmas, of course!”
“No.”
“... No?”
“Not really,” Bucky grunts. “I mean, we do a tree and a menorah and all that, but ..."
“Menorah?” she says, and the way she squinches her eyes sets Bucky’s nerves on edge. “You’re not Jewish?”
Bucky pulls his arm back to himself. “Culturally, yes. Steve’s family is Catholic, mine’s Jewish. But we’ve decided that organized religion isn’t what’s right for our family.”
“Oh! But you can still come to the church service!” Karen says brightly. “It’ll be—”
“We’re not religious,” Bucky blurts out, sick of stepping around the issue and having lost his patience. He’s tired of politely fielding other people’s invitations for him and his husband and children to come and check out ‘this congregation’ or that, and figures he’ll just squash any chance there might be of him actually getting roped into planning holiday festivities with the Coulton-Chestor evangelical set. “We’re pretty much raising the girls Atheist,” he tells Karen, watching as her smile flickers like a bulb hanging on by its very last filament. He feels a degree of nasty satisfaction at having perturbed her.
Disturbingly, the Christian Right has continued to grow in popularity—culturally, if not politically—these past few years, and Bucky has very little tolerance for it (he tried to show tolerance before the regime, and look how that ended up). He knows his family is in the minority, and it’s very apparent how this information makes the friendly light in even Nate and Jill’s eyes dim somewhat.
“I’m sure you’ll plan something great, though,” he excuses brightly, turning around to go and find Steve and see if it isn’t too early to make their escape. “It was nice catching up!”
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IronDad End of Year Rec List 2023
Continuing from last year, here are 23 IronDad fics I read in 2023!
And I will still be here, Stargazing by Penny4yourThoughts
When Peter visits the tower after school, Yhe tells Tony about the meteor shower happening that night and asks if they can watch it together. Tony accepts, and they spend the night watching the stars as they fly by
I Got You by ElisabettaRomano
Peter wakes up feeling ill, but he knows Mr Stark has always got him, no matter what.
Or
A lot of fluff and cuddles!
Rainy Day Hideaway by TheDisneyOutsider
Peter and Tony spend a rainy day doing something Peter loves, and Tony has never done it before. Just a whole lot of fluff and cuteness!
If I Could Turn Back Time by Dimity Blue (Arnie)
Seven months after Titan. Seven months after half the universe was snapped away by Thanos. Bruce Baner turns back time
Take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat) by LilacSoulw
Tony Stark is clingy with his family, but what happens when he has to go on a business trip for a week, Away from the person he loves most. Fluff ensues
Stories Behind the Pictures by QueenofInsanity
Peter Parker is Tony Stark's son. But how did they get there? This is the progression from Mr Stark to Tony to Dad, with the rest of the family involved, of course.
You make me happy (when skies are grey) by Wise_writer_girl
Tony Stark had been Peter Parker's mentor for almost a year now. It's almost embarrassing how quickly that boy had made his way into Tony's heart. But the real test is meeting Pepper when she makes some... well, not very far-fetched assumptions. Then, if they survive that, Father's Day is around the corner, and Tony can't handle that. Thanks, Howard. But what has Peter been plotting? Will it be enough to get his fath-*ahem*, his mentor out of the memories of his past?
the one where it’s mother’s Day by punyparker
it’s mother’s Day, and peter’s having a crisis
You're the best, Dad! by protectbucky
What do you mean what’s wrong? I called you ‘dad’ yesterday and Clint made a T-shirt about it, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?’
The billionaire’s face was so soft Peter felt like he could explode. He wanted to bang his head against the table again. He couldn’t comprehend that Mr. Stark was really not getting it.
‘So is it the ‘dad’ part or the T-shirt part?’
‘Mr. Stark, what the fuck?’
Of needles and blood (and ice cream fluff) by @marvelousbutterfly
Pete, let's just do it. It won't take long, then I'll take you out for ice cream if you promise not to sue anyone, "Tony tried.
The boy seemed to consider the proposition, but the sight of the needle being prepped by the nurse made him wince.
"I don't like needles," he whined in a small voice, flapping his hands.
a small golden light by canon irondad (tomlinsoul)
Tony finds Peter crying on the sofa in the middle of the night. Comfort ensues.
You are my Everything by Safari43271
He rubbed the back of his neck as he slowly walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. “Pete? Are you ok? What’s going on? Why are you crying?” he asked. Peter wouldn’t look at him but kept petting the cat, wiped more tears, and then sniffled. “I’ll be completely honest with you. You’re kind of freaking me out here, kid. If, um, if you don’t want to go ahead with the adoption then…” and he couldn’t finish that sentence because God, what if he changed his mind?
Superhero Pajamas by the Spider-Man alt (counterclaw)
There’s nothing to explain,” Tony grinned as he set his tablet down on the coffee table. “Oh, man. If Iron Man himself were here to see those…”
“That’s the worst part,” Peter grumbled, though there was no hard edge to his voice. “He is.”
World's Best Tony by radioactivewriterbite
After his wisdom tooth removal surgery, Peter Parker's pain medication causes an unexpected emotional reaction. Luckily for him, Tony Stark is well-versed in comforting his children. Though, the father isn't expecting how much the moment ends up meaning to both of them.
No Take Backs by JAWorley
Peter, Tony, and the Avengers fight a strange alien wizard with disastrous (and cute) consequences for Peter. Now Tony has to deal with a five year-old Spider Man and the Rogues, who don’t think he’s capable of taking care of his favourite intern. Set a few weeks after the events of Spider Man’s Pizza Delivery Service.
Emergency Phone Call by MidnightFanfics
When May Parker finds out that Peter is Spider-Man, she kicks him out. Peter ends up on the streets until Tony finds out and brings him in, taking care of him at his worst.
Even though May doesn't talk to him anymore, Peter still loves her. This is his terrible story of how he coped and eventually let go.
A Force To Be Reckoned With by @ashleyparker2815
During a late night Hydra raid, Tony comes across a door with a spider emblem on it and inside is a fearful child.
He takes the boy back to the tower with him, in hopes of helping the boy, but little does Tony know that he’s falling right into Hydra’s plan to help Peter complete his first mission; killing Tony Stark.
Peter must now gain Tony’s trust and make the man care for him to gather information before he kills him and goes back to Hydra.
don't you ever tame your demons (but always keep 'em on a leash) by ironfidus
“In my worst nightmares, May,” Tony says, unblinking as he finally corrals the strength to look May Parker in the eye, “I am always the last man standing.”
May stares right back at him—unyielding—and does not once recoil away from the darkness in his eyes or the tragedy in his voice. “Let me get this straight,” she repeats, a broken record. “Steve wants to think you aren’t a hero. And you want to believe him.”
“Our kid called you dad,” she continues, letting the words ‘our’ and ‘kid’ drop so thoughtlessly, like they cost her nothing at all to say, “and it gave you nightmares.”
Tony winces. “Well, when you put it that way—”
What Means the Most by MsWinifredQuale
The thing Peter appreciates the most about having Tony in his life is not the multimillion-dollar suit or the weekly lab days.
It’s the little things that Tony does to prove that he cares about Peter, that Tony doesn’t even seem to realise are a big deal. But Peter does. And he loves him for it.
Or, five times Tony does a little thing that means the world to Peter, and one time Peter does a little thing that means the world to Tony.
Hush (For It Is Dark) by @losingmymindtonight
Tony Stark woke up, like clockwork, every morning at 2:00 am.
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(Or: Tony Stark, lullaby extraordinaire.)
5 times Tony makes Peter laugh (+1 times he makes him cry) by abbie_brianna
5 times when Tony loved the sound of Peter's laughter and 1 time he hated the sound of Peter's cries.
Morgan’s super secretive investigation by Cn983y
Morgan sees all the signals. They are all there: her brother and daddy are in a cult, the question now is, what is she going to do about it?
She always knew that when they were together they did dumb things, but that's really, really, dumb, and she is the one that needs to keep hers and mommy's boys safe, good thing she is so smart.
Dad Duty by JAWorley
It starts off as a joke about having to pick his kid up from school. It's not long before everyone from the interns to the Avengers and even aunt May start to take it seriously. It's plain for everyone to see that Peter is Tony's son.
Don't forget to leave a comment, and kudos (it really helps). I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and, of course, Happy New Year!
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time to watch episode 3 of the thai live action omegaverse show
hell yeah Babe is not getting sold back to his evil-adopted-dad!
Tony is such an evil, megalomaniac name, perfect for that dude
SNOOPING???
Babe if you keep being this confident life is going to humble you hard
oof babe got angry enough to leave even CHARLIE on the track
i'll be honest i don't remember who Mr Zipper-Turtleneck is but he gotta be dead inside, also "you're the apple of Daddy's eye" sounds so WRONG
why do we talk about wagging tails
Jeff reminds me of L from Death Note, i can't explain why.
i admire Jeff's confidence to boss around his own boss but also boy if this wasn't a BL you'd be fired so fast
"family is not everyone's safe-zone" LOUDER JEFF FOR PEOPLE IN THE BACKWARDS AGES!!!!!
this cup noodles looks so unspiced i cant get over it
"uncle will take you to get some snacks" another version of kittens in the basement, or at least Jeff seems to think so
Way, how do you even know the rich socialites who can borrow you money??
Way you deserve so much more
i feel like charlie is way too good at playing the poor little pouty boy
oooh we getting Babe's backstory!!
oh no he and his dad were homeless? and then the dad disappeared?
this old man Tony is creepy and should go away from the children
JESUS THIS IS LIKE A DAMN CULT- WHY DOES ONE OF THE KIDS HAVE TELEKINESIS????
IS THAT A WHOLE BOW AND ARROW- JESUS CHRISTBABE YOU WENT THROUGH YEARS OF CULT BRAINWASHING AND PRISON LEVEL ABUSE-?
Charlie "well... is it okay now?" charlie. cHARLIE. ITS NOT WHAT YOU SAY AT ALL OF THIS. please muster up more complex emotions.
okay but they failed addressing Babe's backstory astronomically, like man pours his heart out and Charlie just is "well, is it good now? lets go back to topic of our situationship and sex"
it also still breaks my mind a little that in novels Charlie was buff and throwing around "i'll get you pregnant" but drama Charlie looks like high school boy
Alan exists to cause Feelings™ in Jeff
Charlie what are you up to.
the good dreams talk is an innuendo huh
does every gay own a striped shirt/sheets, i'm saying this as a gay who does in fact own at least one
evidence???? LET US SEE
please the racing suit looks so big on charlie
Way looks ready to smack someone and honestly he deserves
whaaat why is charlie going into elevator with some random
Babe caught feelings and now he's hurt who would have seen this coming~
oh but babe confronts him actually in semi healthy way, this is new! and charlie's lying oh not good
Charlie what are you doing sneaking off at 3 am
who is this random guy with arms around Babe's waist is this the sad bitch era
babe losing because he didn't "concentrate" before the race <3 when your own body betrays you trope, almost??
Winner being definition of fuck around and find out for the end is amazing
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Undercover ~ Nine ~ Princess
Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews
The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.
Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.
Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.
Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?
*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*
Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.
The playlist is available on Spotify.
cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!
Previous: Eight - One Hell of a Coincidence
Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Jacob David Jensen is smart. He may act like an idiot but it’s a ruse. Because he’s smart. Degree and everything.
He’s never felt dumber.
He is staring at his girlfriend like she is an alien from outer space. Because she’s not just his girlfriend. Nope, it can’t be that simple.
His girlfriend is the heiress to the throne of England.
A country.
A Fucking country.
Her father is a king. What does that make her mother? Was he supposed to bow to Sam now? Oh god, does he now have to refer to her title? A million questions are now running through his head.
“JJ, please look at me.” His head snapped back to her face. Her beautiful face was turned sad and some tears are in her eyes. “Please don’t look at me differently.”
“Princess, I, shit, I’ve been calling you that the whole time. Princess, you’re a princess.”
Sam nods. “Jake, what are you thinking?”
Jake swallows. “I... I don’t know. You’re my girl and you’re royalty and I feel like your brother is going to have me beheaded or something for... shit, your dad is a king!” He starts to pace. “I don’t know what this means for us.”
“It means nothing JJ. Its still just you and me.” Sam looked at her man, wishing he would stop and just kiss her so he can ground himself. But she can see his panic, his anxiety, his uncertainty in his eyes and she knows she needs to stop him. She tugs his arm and pulls him towards her. She kisses him hard, and Jake deepens it, letting the familiar pull of desire take over. As she slowly pulls back to breath, his eyes remain closed. “JJ?”
His eyes flutter open. “Sorry, I just... I don’t want to lose you Sam.”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m not that important.”
“Why do you say that? Of course you’re important. You’re important to me.”
Sam smiles softly. “I know that. Its why I love you. But to my brother, I’m not. Can I explain?” Jake nods and the sit on the couch. “Tony is the king, yes but my position is only mine until he starts a family.”
“So does he have kids?”
“No. Not yet. But they are working towards announcing his engagement. See, my mother didn’t want me to be brought up with all of the royal stuff. Her and my father had hit a rough patch when I was born and they decided to separate. My father visited as much as he could while we lived in England but when we moved to New York, that became harder. When I was ten, my father discovered that he could no longer have children. So, it was just me and Tony. Tony was going to inherit, and I was the spare.”
“Ok, but you’re still important.”
“I guess so. When Tony has kids, they will unseat me as the heir to the throne, which suits me just fine. I don’t want to be queen of anything. I just want to be Sam Matthews. Or maybe...” she stops. “Anyways, the Duchy was set up so I would never want anything from Tony. I rarely touch it but that is where my title comes from.”
“So, you are what Fitzgerald is after?”
“I guess so. The real question is why. My mother never made waves when she separated from my father. She was never crowned queen or anything because they never got married. But because my father recognized me to the Prime Minister but kept it hush, not a lot of people know about me.”
“Ok,” Jake smiled, “ok. Then we just need to figure out who is bankrolling Fitzgerald and expose them. When does your brother plan on announcing his engagement?”
“Three months.” Sam leaned into Jake. “This is so weird to tell someone else my secret.”
After their conversation, Jake held Sam as she slept, finding comfort in her warmth. Her soft breathing as she slept formed a lullaby that sent him to sleep.
Waking up alone he panics slightly until he heard her speaking on the phone.
“Papa, I don’t know what happened. Fitzgerald just... no, Jake made me get into the panic room... yes he built one... he’s in the military... papa, please... no I don’t want to go... in a safe house, Jake’s team is taking care of us... no they don’t know who... is mama ok?... ok... no I promise to give you updates, I’m sure inspector Hart will always update you and Tony... is he mad at me... ok... yes papa... love you too.”
Jake watches as Sam puts the phone down and wipes a tear from her eyes. “Princess?”
“Hi Jakey.” She barely holds it for him to cross the room before she crumples in his arms. She sobs uncontrollably for a bit, Jake stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings. After a few minutes, she calms to a small hiccup.
“Wanna tell me what these tears are about, my princess?”
“My dad is angry. Very angry that I was found and that I was so close to being taken away. He wants me to come home.” Another tear falls. “I don’t want to go.”
“But, if it keeps your safe...”
“Without you Jake. They want me to leave without you.” She sobs again and leans into him.
Jake hurts. He doesn't want to lose Sam. He kisses her head. “Listen to me Sam. We are going to get through this, and we will be together on the other side, ok? I love you and nothing will change that, you hear me?”
She nods but Jake can see she is still scared. He cradles her face before kissing her gently. When he feels her kiss him back, he moves to deepen it a little more. She moans into the kiss and it's like a hot wire to his cock. Without breaking the kiss, he moves her to straddle him. They pull back and he can see her sparkling eyes and kiss-swollen lips. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers. He pulls her back into another kiss and then lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his slim hips. He walks them back into their room and lays her down. He sits up slightly and she whimpers from the loss of his heat on her body.
No words. Jake pulls her camisole off, leaving her top bare to him. Sam reaches to pull his shirt off as well, drinking in the few tattoos on his body. Jake lays over her, nipping at the spot behind her ear and down her neck as Sam plays with his hair. He kisses a path down her body, tasting every inch of skin. He gets to her panties and he kisses around the lace edge. “Jakey, please,” she whispers.
He grabbed the sides and pulled, guides down her legs. He inhales at the apex of her thighs, enjoying her unique scent. He places kitten kisses and licks, enough to rile her up, begging for more in whines and cries. He finds her little nub and licks it deep. She wails at the sensation. Jake doesn’t stop until he can feel with his tongue that she’s close. “Let go Sam. Let me drink you, princess.”
She denotes around his tongue, crying out in a rush of pleasure. Jake works her through it before pulling away and sliding his boxers off. He gently cages Sam in to look into her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she gasps as he pushes into her. Jake groans as her warmth surrounds him.
“God baby, I love being inside you.” He moves his hips softly, not wanting to just fuck his girl but make love to her. Make her feel how he feels. He made love to her, making sure she felt good. Her eyes floated close. “Open them, princess. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Sam slowly opened her eyes as she stared in this pool of blue looking back at her. “Jake,” she mewled.
“Let go, my princess. Take me with you.” Sam felt the desire about to overflow and she squeezed Jake so hard that he choked with satisfaction. She cried out as her orgasm washed through her. She barely registered Jake meeting his own end, slowing to make sure every drop stayed inside but not wanting to overwhelm her.
As Sam drifted off to sleep, Jake continued to hold her. His phone beeped with a message.
“We need to talk.”
John Fitzgerald was fuming. He completely missed his chance at snatching Sam from her home. She had gotten into the pantry and then the door didn’t move. “A fucking panic room,” he growled. “That fucking IT nerd asshat built a fucking panic room!”
The man sitting with Fitzgerald swirled amber liquor in his glass. “Did you even do recon on the prick?”
“I didn’t think I had to. He was just some IT shit.”
“An IT shit that outsmarted you. Have you found them?”
“No, their last signal was some neighborhood 50 miles out of town. I sent some men to scout the area but so far no luck.”
The man stood up and looked out to the river behind his home. “You had one job to do! I need her to complete this part of my legacy. She is the only one who is in the way!”
“I understand, sir...”
“No you don’t. And you will address me as Your Royal Highness from now on.” Edward Davenport spun around and looked at Fitzgerald. “I am still the son of a King. My brother may have been King and I should have been if not for his ungrateful brats.” He began to pace.
“Yes, your royal highness.”
Edward took a breath. “Find the girl. Bring her to me. The assassination should be executed in the next month or so.” He looked at John. “Don’t fuck this up. Otherwise, it is your head that takes her place.”
NEXT
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This piece is a little exclusive, because I made it for @jas3000sstuff specifically, but I think everyone with a little fantasy can enjoy it.
Warnings: M!Reader is always dominant/top in bed (except Thor lovey dovey sex ig and Tony is a switch, so sometimes m!reader bottoms)
No Fem!Readers, please.
Backstory: When you were little you were taken away from your home, which was in south Asia back then. HYDRA destroyed your little hometown and took all the children alongside you to recruit you for an army. All the parents were killed by them, yours as well. Of course, they trained you and how shall I say: You became one of their best fighters. Your knowledge in martial arts was incredible, you didn't even have a problem fighting underwater or in the air. You became so good that the authorities started to call you their 'Silent killer'. You knew what you were doing all those years, you knew that these were the bad guys and on your 21st birthday you were able to escape. When you were on the run, SHIELD eventually found you and sent you off to the Avengers after they realised what you were capable of doing. You used your chance well and soon became a highly regarded member, a superhero even. You got the family that you thought you had lost a long time ago.
Loki was a bit intimidated by you, although he wouldn't show it. But he hated when people didn't talk with him, which you weren't doing, because you didn't really like communicating with others over words.
He tried to annoy you until you would burst and talk (or even shout at him) but you were trained to keep your cool so you didn't break.
He had your attention though and you showed him yours when he thought that he had lost at your 'game'.
For you it was hard not to like Loki, he was always charming towards you and impressed by your fighting skills (which he told you).
It didn't take long for you two to fall in love and when you did it was heaven.
You felt like Loki was the first person to really see you, he seemed to notice little things about you that others would simply ignore.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"You always say that you have hazel eyes."
"And?"
"That's not entirely true, my love. They have a little more green than brown in them, I like it."
NSFW:
In bed, you were definetly top and dominant, as you didn't like not being in charge and Loki loved that about the sex you two had.
He liked being a brat inside and out of your bedroom, because he loved to get punished by you afterwards (risky places were his favorite)
His thoughts on you:
"I don't know what I would do without him. It's like he became a light in my darkness and saved me. He is more precious than any material treasure in the nine realms. He is my treasure."
Peter and you got along well since the first second that you had seen each other.
While Peter was the sweet boy we all know you were protecting him a little bit from the world (as if he couldn't do that himself), because you didn't want him to get hurt by anything or anybody.
You were together sooo quickly and even quicker got a golden retriever together that you took from an animal shelter.
He became a part of the Avengers family as well and everyone said that (that's the dog's name lol) got your hair and Peter's personality as if he was your child (not gonna lie, you and Peter were acting like he was).
NSFW:
Your flirting almost always got to you two fucking. It was hilarious.
It was almost as if you were some teenagers (although you were both 21), but neither of you could complain, because damn your sex was good.
Peter just loved your dominant kind in bed, you always made him feel secure and loved.
His thoughts on you:
"If I ever have to choose between the world and him, I won't be able to, because he is my world... I should go and write that in a letter for him, Valentine's day is coming."
So, you love taking care of people in many different ways.
When they're sad you're there with a handkerchief, letting them cry in your shoulder.
When they're happy you're there celebrating life together.
When they're angry you train with them to get them down again.
You're THE person people have.
And Tony is yours.
He is taking care of you just as much, always doing everything to make you comfortable and feeling loved.
You love to gift him stuff. Nothing expensive obviously because he can buy that by himself. No, it's rather stuff made by yourself with much, much love <333
Like bringing him some breakfast after a long night or sticking sweet notes all around his lab with little reminders of your love for him or making all the cards for birthdays, valentine's day, christmas and so on by yourself (Tony has a litteral wall made for only them)
"Baby, that's so sweet of you, I'll have to hang that up somewhere."
*smiles*
NSFW:
You love getting Tony all flustered and shy to the point that his cheeks get a little rosy. After that it's literally over for you. You're fucking him against a wall or something.
It's definetly a good thing that you both like it rough.
Tony mostly bottoms out but he's such a switch, so sometimes it's the other way around. You're just dominant most of the time.
His thoughts on you:
"I don't know what I'm doing, but it seems like it's working on him, so I don't complain. He's a literal angel... in the bedroom he's not. I like it."
This god is such a softie, I swear-
He just walks around the compound being the golden retriever he is, trying to connect with people.
He's really touchy even in friendships, so one hug when you were a little sad and you stood there for a good 15 minutes.
After that you're always hugging when you see each other, hugging goodbye as well, to the point where you two are cuddling when all team watches a movie.
A deeper realationship formed quickly and soon became a romantic one :)
Thor loves to play with your hair - he loves the color, the texture and the length as well.
Good thing you also love your hair to be played with.
RANDOM HUGS FROM BEHIND BECAUSE HE'S TALLER THAN YOU AND PUTTING HIS CHIN ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD (bit dramatic, but it's so cute <33)
"Hello, my king." *kisses your head*
"Hello, my love." *slinging your arms around his*
"Get a room you two." - Tony (lol)
NSFW:
Thor loves all lovey dovey vanilla sex and you're more than happy to grant him that wish every time you two are getting it on.
Giving each other hickeys >>>
Always snuggling afterwards, you on top of his chest or spooning him, because Thor absolutely loves that.
His thoughts on you:
*gives a big smile with crossed arms*
"Well, what shall I say? He's my one out of all the nine realms."
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just some thoughts i have on (mcu) toomes.
i saw a video of a channel i really admire pointing out that most mcu antagonists genuinely want to make the world a better place, mostly in terms of oppression like racism and social inequality. but suddenly the villains act completely out of character, usually by killing a lot of people or causing unnecessary destruction and chaos. and all of that is likely done on purpose because you're supposed to side with the characters who defend the system, who defend the status quo, so the antagonists who actually want to change things are seen as evil for it.
i can agree with all of these points. but then the video showed toomes' speech and basically said that he's right. and this isn't the first time i've seen folks agree with toomes, because he criticizes the powerful rich people that exploit the small ones like peter and himself. but since peter is close to tony stark, everyone claims that mcu peter has "betrayed" his own social class.
okay. my thoughts.
toomes is a family man, an ordinary worker, true. but from the very beginning, he's completely on board with selling alien weapons that are incredibly lethal. dare i say, toomes is a lot similar to walter white: two white, middle class family men that resort to the criminal world so they can provide for their wives and children. however, their gigantic ego is what drives them further and further into crime, so they no longer hesitate to commit atrocities such as killing people who get in their way. in the end, walter admits that he did all that for himself, not for his family. i know toomes is not as awful as walter, of course, but they're very alike in terms of backstory and motivations.
to emphasize: toomes does not hesitate to kill people. he killed one of his own crewmates, but even if he claims he thought the weapon wouldn't actually vaporize the guy, toomes doesn't feel one smidge of regret. he just shrugs and moves on (the moment is played for laughs even).
but most importantly, toomes tried to kill a fifteen-year-old teenager. his whole dad speech wasn't actually genuine, toomes was just preparing to drop the entire warehouse on peter. also, do people forget the scene where he talks to peter in the car while holding a fucking gun? he uses the whole family speech here, too. "nothing is more important than family". he lets peter go, but he also threatens to kill him and everyone he loves in case peter tries to stop him.
that's toomes' entire character! at no point in the movie does he act out of character; he's always been an egocentric dick that uses his family as an excuse, even if he does love them. he's not a good guy, he has never been a good guy.
but the issue here is that people take toomes' speech out of context to prove that he's correct and that peter is an idiot or a bootlicker for not siding with him. except peter doesn't fight toomes because of tony, he fights toomes because that's the right thing to do. because toomes is a criminal that is willing to do anything for his own benefit, not caring at all about any lives lost to him and his weapons.
again, i agree that the mcu is a huge police and military propaganda that demonizes activists who fight against them. i agree that most mcu antagonists deserve better. but toomes is not the case here. his speech isn't genuine. he's willing to kill a teenager and everyone else to keep his business up. you guys take out the context to make him look great, and to hate on mcu peter.
you can have your grievances with the mcu, like i do myself. still, toomes is not a guy to look up to, and peter is not a bootlicker. you can stop distorting the whole movie now.
#lotus speaks#spider-man: homecoming#homecoming#adrian toomes#mcu peter parker#pro mcu peter parker#ranting#(if you happen to find the video i mentioned)#(please don't send hate to them)#(they still have valid points despite this one thing)#also clowns will be blocked on sight
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I like the idea of bonded/mated omega Peter generally being sweet as pie and friendly to most people until someone decides to talk shit about the pups and all bets are off.
If its he's bonded/mated to Mob boss Tony or SIM Tony all it takes is one word to Tony (or Bucky if he's Peter's personal bodyguard) to make sure that the offender never thinks to speak poorly of his children again, he may handle it himself if it feels right, either my knocking the living daylights out of them or by reading them for filth, he'll make them regret opening their mouths to begin with
The first few times they're made examples of to make sure no one else makes the same mistake. Anything after that depends on what mood Tony or Peter are in, maybe their in a good mood and decide to have you beat up and thrown out, you're injured, but alive. Maybe they'll torture you for a while and have a bit of fun, you're pretty fucked up, but once again the fact they let you go alive is a blessing. If they have Bucky or another one of Tony's men deal you, then what you said was particularly egregious to Tony and/or Peter. You can consider yourself on pack watch since they don't plan on letting you out alive.
In cases where he's still fairly timid (even if he has no shame whatsoever in letting Tony use him whenever and wherever he pleases) he tries to ignore it, but eventually he breaks, and after Tony comforts him the offender is swiftly and brutally dealt with, even if Peter tried to plead their case despite their slight Tony makes sure that everyone knows what awaits them if they upset his mate. It's a well known secret that if you want to remain unharmed and alive that you watch what you say about the Boss's/Superior's family, unless you really feel like being taken off the census.
#starker#peter parker#sim!tony#tony stark#tony x peter#omegaverse#mafia tony stark#mob boss tony stark
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NONIFICATION OF THE BAD PENGUIN WHO DIDN'T NONIFY THEMSELVES:
Hello 👋
For the Fanfic Writer Ask Meme M & U, please, and thank you 😊
M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?
Weirdest? IDK. I don't tend to come up with AUs. I have some notes for an AU where Dylan Strome is a girl? That's not so weird though because uh, Dylan Strome??? Let me go check the notes nonny....
Although lbr, an AU where the nyr are all secretly into kink and fuck each other into the team? That's quite weird.
But no, back to the UNWRITTEN IDEAS DOCUMENT. The AU where the only reason Tony DeAngelo is nice to Mika is because he doesn't realise he isn't white... because swedish = white in his head. Amazing. Dumb dumb DUMB boy. I just didn't really have anymore than that?
Actually no, y'know what, it's not even that. It's the following. And I will copy and paste WORD FOR WORD my fic notes from my fic documents (and yes, all of my fic notes read like this)
Medieval AU, Teeks is like 3rd inline to the throne, important enough to make a political marriage, but not so important that it doesn’t matter that his future wife can’t have kids
Arranged marriage between him and Nolanne Patrick who is the only daughter of a super rich merchant family. They’re like, yes, we can give the crown a massive dowry for this bitch, but she can’t have children. PLOT TWIST IT’S BECAUSE SHE’S A DUDE IN A DRESS
They don’t consummate their marriage, and TK is like secretly wondering if it’s because Nolanne has an STD, but he doesn’t say anything, and she’s super shy, so he mostly is like. Ok, whatevs. This was always for the money, and I’m hella gay anyway. Whatevs.
And then NP walks in on TK having sex with Laws, and is all, ohhhhhh oh I didn’t realise he was into dude. (TK was totally bottom btw, because he was) and then he’s all like, HOW DO I TELL HIM I’M A DUDE. I JUST CANT
But then they’re hunting, or out riding or whatever and Nolly gets injured which is sad, but it’s a super high up in the groin injury that needs dealing with IMMEDIATELY. So TK is all like, I know you don’t like me seeing you naked, but like YOU’RE DYING and THIS IS NOT WORTH DYING OVER. So GET THOSE PETTICOATS OUT THE WAY
And Nolly’s like, fine, just don’t hate me or whatever.
So TK moves the petticoats and SURPRISE! COCK! And he’s all like I NEED TO SAVE YOU but also OMG I WANT YOU. But he focuses mostly on the saving. And is all like, when you’re recovered, we’re talking about this.
So Nolly explains that his family have like a million sons, and no daughters, and like, they really wanted this. So they just made me be a girl. And, honestly, I’m quite believable, and I’m queer anyway, so whatevs.
And TK is like, hey, wanna consummate our marriage?
Nolly: Can I top?
TK: I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
IT'S THAT ONE.
BUT THEN AGAIN IN THAT DOCUMENT I HAVE NOTES ABOUT WHICH HOCKEY PLAYERS ARE EQUIVILENT TO WHICH MLP CHARACTERS SO THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING OUT THERE???????
ok back to the questions. What even was the next one?
U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.
Oooooh I like this question. i keep meaning to write some hockey sibcest but I haven't written any yet. Maybe Jack/Quinn, or Dylan/Ryan. Tryna think if there's any other hockey pairings that I like reading that I haven't written yet? MattDrai in their own right? OHHHH COLE AND MARTY ST LOUIS VERY MUCH. Basically cole and and old man that there is. Cole and an old dude. Cole and Santa.... oh wait no, I wrote that already.
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Chapter 1.09 - A Basement Conversation
“Tony what’s going on? I thought you were staying at the Pier Residence while Helena is in Newcrest.” Elias asked.
“Yeah, I was…I mean I am.” Anthony looked around the foyer. The Eliza Residence felt the most homey. It was still grand in it’s own way, but it was more cozy. When he was younger, Anthony often wished his family could stay in the smaller residence. It always felt more normal to him.
“Let’s go down to the office. We can talk there.”
“So, are you going to tell me what’s got you looking so upset?” Asked Elias as he moved to sit down in one of the two arm chairs in front of the fireplace.
“Helena and I are trying to have a baby.” Anthony began.
“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing…”
“It is, and it isn’t. You know we haven’t been on the best terms the last few years. And if I’m honest, things were getting rocky before we lost Dante.”
“I know that, and I’ve told you a thousand times that your own happiness is more important than anything that the state wants or needs. I support you.”
“I question bringing a child into this situation. It was hard enough the first time when Helena and I were still in love, in the honeymoon phase. But now…well it doesn’t even matter now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“After a few months of trying with no results, I decided to get my fertility tested. I figured I’m getting older, of course it may be harder. Let’s make sure it’s still possible, you know."
“Son, you’re rambling.”
“I got the results this morning. Dad, I can’t have children.”
“Oh, son.”
“Want to know what the real kicker is?” Anthony looked at his father. “I never could…”
“Anthony…”
“I don’t want to question it, but the results suggest I’ve always been infertile.”
“Tony, the past doesn’t matter. Dante was our boy. He was your son. What matters now is what you plan to do.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how to tell Helena. I didn’t even tell her I was getting tested.”
Anthony sat down next to his father and put his head in his hands. “Dad, when the public finds out, they’re going to have a fucking field day. They’re already up in arms about the succession. It seems like every news cycle is questioning who’s next and…”
“Tony, there has always been a plan in place with the Royal Trust. As far as the public knows Max is next. If something, watcher forbid, happens to you the Trust will announce Max as the heir.”
Anthony sighed, “I’ve been thinking about mom a lot lately. And Tia too. We don’t know what really happened to her.”’
Elias stood and turned away from his son, “that’s not entirely true. Max is willing to take on the responsibility should he need to, but there is someone else.”
#the sims 4#sims 4#black sims#black sim#Black Simmer#black simblr#sims 4 royals#y-ta-nee's royals#sovanti#royal simblr#sims 4 story#story simblr#royal story simblr#black royal simblr#Imperial King Anthony II#Tony Sovanti#Emeritus King Elias II#Richard Sovanti#Elias Sovanti#1-Welcome-to-Vinford
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ITS TIME ITS TIME ITS TIME
s2ep18: Grand Theft Gato is out now!!! let’s do the live reaction thing
spoilers ahead-
intro: link mimicking the crew please he’s precious
MATT YOU TALENT I LOVE YOU
nevermind stop being mean to hermie WAIT HE SOUNDS LIKE SCOOBY DOO
dad facts:
anthony’s purposely oblivious quips are way too funny to me “he’d sit on the breadsticks?” shut UP TONY you’re a genius
“hi everyone my name is matthew arnold— known misogynist” will’s laugh gets me every time
I really hope that after all this is done normal and link have a vacation in tent city because will is such a positive force for dad facts
will campos— lover of women (norm sure doesn’t though am I right lads /j)
NORMAL’S FIRST KISS?? oh of course it’s another mascot-
“my first kiss was a threesome” what was that anthony 💀
everyone stop making fun of matt let the man BREATHE
alright let’s start the episode:
“you rustle within your calzone” horrifying.
“you manage to slither out of your calzone” WORSE.
no not the hiccups again freddie go get your straw
STOP SLITHERING??
sparrow,,, snaps dorito devito’s neck,,,, in front of his son. did he learn nothing from what happened to grant?
“we gotta go save hermie!” “…oh” MATTHEW.
willy’s back, jesus wept my god I hate this bastard. in their dreams too?? I mean we knew it was gonna happen but fuck this guy and his handsome face
he doesn’t actually care about scary I know that but wowwww is anthony a good actor. tbf I would believe him if I was scary
sober adult sparrow is so unsettling to me. the immorality of the now-dads is freaking me out!
I can’t imagine what it would be like for the children willy kept hostage to see scary being manipulated by him though, especially terry after he saw what happened to his dad.
anthony yelling anthony yelling dear god dramatically it’s fantastic but it always scares the shit out of me
ohhhh they syringed the whole population that makes sense
anytime will gets choked up or cries I lose my mind, his characters are always so sweet and it hurts-
NORMAL APOLOGIZING FOR HIS FAMILY’S BAD BEHAVIOR?? GOOD JOB. and taylor is such a good friend trying to make him feel better
“I’ll post-mates you over a cake!” “why a cake??” “…well you like cake” he’s the sweetest I love him and his rich mom
….is the guy Ms. Swift met Willy fuckstick Stampler
I KNEW IT FUCK
how does taylor NOT have unlimited minutes
I don’t trust him but also he’s being weirdly chill and I don’t know how anthony is going to make this work plot-wise. if he betrays scary it’ll seem repetitive, right? happy to see where it goes though
link is the tallest and taylor is the shortest so I’m certain link it’s dangling his phone over his head
“I’ll take my shoes off that helps” another autism flavored quote for link’s book everyone
HES HOLDING IT ABOVE HIS HEAD
“this is BULLYING” “yeah, yeah it is”
ffs matthew stop being the funniest this season /j
MATT HAD A TANTRUM OH MY GODDD
“maybe hermie and I have some psychic intuition!” just say you have a crush norm
no angst, no nothing, just a cool one-liner. what more could I have expected from hermie the unworthy?
oh thank GOD he didn’t go through the tunnels
is terry junior back in the tower he watched ron kill terry senior in?? that can’t be good for his emotional well-being
clearasil!! that’s a good one
ohhhh my god “human gun” this is terrifying
scary what are you planning this is ominous!!
omg it’s terry!! with a sword!!
OH MY GOD ITS WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE.
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This post contains lots of Gåsmamman ep5 season 6 spoilers!!
Do not read if you don’t want the spoilers!
Final warning!
Lmao my Cmore released the episode 1 hour too early???
Y’all aren’t fucking ready….
We start where we left off with Gustav. Emil finds him. Then the recap of ep4. Lukas inspects Kevins wound. Barry gives out ice cream to kids, how cute. We’re back with Sonja and Yussuf. Gerafi arrives. She gives Gerafi the key to the server but is not allowed to leave. Louise tells at Emil. The Ek family gather at the Police house. Zac you piece of shit you’re just a problem! Vera arrives. Yussuf tells her they don’t need her. Yussuf is a savage haha. Vera has a temper tantrum in the elevator. Sonja showers and Gerafi is watching her? Creepy. Gerafi can’t let her go, he doesn’t trust her. He offers to take her out of Sweden to continue to be the major and her children will be safe. Someone tries to kill Vera, dammit she killed the guy who tried.. Gustav reunites with the Eks. Zac interrogates Linus for nothing? Nina sets him straight, as she should. Linus attacks him for talking shit about Sonja, that makes me happy. Stay away from my traumatized boy. Winston! Barry gives him an apartment, he doesn’t want it. Winston needs a parent 😭 Emil informs his group about how they are looking for Sonja. Tony and Dante gets rid of of the body of the hitman and Vera calls the leak H-H and I fucking knew it! I knew it was him! Zac is home. And Vera is there! And Tony. Zac is so dead haha. Vera tries to talk Zac into giving her Sonja. The Ek family try to have a family dinner in custody and Zac returns. He talks to Nina. He asks Nina to tell him if she meets Sonja. Nina confesses to killing Roland. Zac is such an ass. Zac and Gustav have a chat about Sonja. Zac stops outside Linus’ cell and just stares at him? He is totally the reason why he gets kidnapped again later, I’m sure. Sonja leaves with Gerafi. Tove says Gustav have to choose between her and his job. Zac and Linus are missing. Linus is in the car with Zac. Looks like Zac said had told him that Sonja had texted him to meet up, but Zac is totally giving him to Vera. Tony pulls up and takes Linus and pushes him into the trunk. ZAC PLEASE DIE! Tony drives off with Linus. Linus is taken out and is with Vera. Vera calls and tells her she has Linus. She fight with Yussuf in the car and escapes. Kevin and Barry❤️ Kevin is going to Thailand? Good for him. Barry calls Emil. Vera shows Linus her weed plantation. Vera talks about her husband being killed by Sonja. Sonja is watching ice skaters? Lukas shows up. Zac lies to Emil about where Linus is. Barry and Emil chats. Barry wants to be a secret cop after serving jailtime. Lukas and Sonja chat in the car about Gerafi. Sonja and Lukas takes Zac! Good. And they taze H-H. Gustav thinks there’s another leak, and he is right. Sonja intergates Zac and finds out he gave Linus to Vera. She tries to attack Zac. Please shoot him. He has some valid points, but now I hate him. Zac talks about Gerafi. I have a feeling Lukas will kill Zac. He did, omg they actually killed him. OMFG!!!! I had a feeling they would since ep 1 of s6.
Omg what an episode!! 💀
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