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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Tony would be so so obsessed with his girl's pussy, her taste, her smell. He'd live in between her thighs if she let him. He's got a thing for smelling and licking you through your panties before removing them. And he eats you out he nearly shoves his into your pussy, he dives in with no shame, he wants to be drenched in your arousal. And the sight of him emerging from between your thighs with his lips, nose and beard soaked + completely out of breath is heavenly

Obsessed

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ strictly, SMUT.

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“Tony…”

This was your second warning to the billionaire who was doing everything to distract you from the show you were watching. Idly stroking your thigh with his fingers, teasing as he lay his head on the other.

“I’m bored. And you’re horny.” He stated, you could probably see his smirk from the back of his head.

“How would you know?”

“Well, you’ve been pressing your thighs together for the past fifteen minutes and I can smell your arousal baby..”

His sentence turned your cheeks warm, knowing you were indeed soaked, the sex scene playing out on the television did little to help as did Tony’s naughty touches every now and then.

Turning to face you on his elbows, he toyed with the hem of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties in one go.

“Let me devour you, Y/N…please?” His murmurs travelled straight to your core, watching his darkened gaze before he kissed the inside of your thigh, travelling with his kisses upward.

Shoving his nose against your pussy, Tony hummed at your familiar scent that drove him mad. Laying back, you let your fingers card his soft hair while his tongue peaked out, teasing at first.

A gasp left your lips when he lay his tongue flat to lick a fat strip up your entrance to your clit, coaxing your lower lips open. Your pulse quickened as his movements turned intense and purposeful.

Tony was quite obsessed with going down on you, ever since the first time he realised just how much you and him both enjoyed it. He became addicted to your scent, your taste, the sweet sounds of pleasure you made each time he took care of you. You always had the best orgasms when he ate you out like a man on a mission, the man and his wicked tongue knew exactly what they were doing.

He had you mewling in no time as your hips began to lift off the bed on their own accord to gain more of his talented mouth. You could feel the smirk on his face while it was buried between your legs, giving the inside of your thigh a playful nip to get you to behave like his good girl.

Panting rapidly now, your back arched into a bow as Tony’s tongue lapped all you had to offer, using his thumb to circle around your bundle of nerves, spurring you on. Hands now gripping on his hair like a vice, you looked down at the criminal that was Tony Stark, eating you out like his last meal.

Your thighs twitched as your climax approached, desire and arousal pouring out of you as moans craving desperate release left your lips. You felt a welcome intrusion when Tony’s finger entered your slick channel, doubling the pleasure by adding another soon.

Latching onto your clit and sucking on it like his favourite candy, Tony brought you to the edge while his fingers worked their magic, making eye contact with you at the right time that had you come crying out.

Your legs shook with pleasure as you rode out your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his fingers as he prolonged it by continuing to stroke you lazily, humming as he tasted more of you, pleased with his job.

Skin flushed and slightly dizzy and warm, you came down from your high, in time to watch Tony kiss his way up your body littering it with open-mouthed kisses. Nuzzling his face against your neck, he rest on top of you, breathing you in.

“You devil.”

You whispered, still a little out of breath, laughing with him, before he turned over taking you with him, making you feel his rather prominent erection straining against his pants. Needless to say the TV stayed ignored for the rest of the evening while your bodies did the talking.

Happy Valentines day my loves! Here’s a little something to keep you busy 😉

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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'The Stark Legacy' Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x (OFC) Tony Stark's Daughter

Summary: Samantha Morgan Stark wasn't given a chance to be a real Stark after a tragic accident upended her family, but she becomes something so much more in her fight to be accepted by Tony again.

Steven Strange chose a different future, one that affects generations to come more than he could ever predict...

Series Warnings: canon-level violence, injury, self-experimentation, death, discussions of death, temporary child abandonment, age gap for implied romance (approx 30 chapters in), slow burn, glacial slow burn, time travel, Alternate Endgame, angst, angsty fluff, angsty romance, angsty action, more angst with plot, seriously epic tale, so more warnings per chapter. Rated Teen/Mature. 15+, please.

Book One: Reality

Storytime

Funeral

Safety

Christmas

Memory

Memorial

Lecture

Longing

Ghosts

Wedding

Plunge

Book Two: Mind

Waking

Deflection

Rusted

Judgment

Seventeen

Whisky

Test

Delight

Nourish

Under

Failure

Book Three: Power

Cryo

Daybreak

Compound

Capacity

Pigeons

Room

Logic

Furnace

Miss

Link

Strange

Human

Hallows

Team

Cuffs

Book Four: Time

Nine

Benatar

Sense

Garden

Benign

Mirror

Karma

Signal

Holding

Ground

Tables

Vultures

Homecoming

Book Five: Space

Book Six: Soul

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fotibrit · 1 year

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Tony Stark:

“And in the moments of my greatest failures, I feel that I am nothing more than a broken machine. I am an idea with so much potential, so much effort has been put into creating me, and still I fail time and time again. I feel I should be discarded to be forgotten in an unmarked drawer or melted into scrap metal. I am a broken machine, and time spent with me is time wasted. There is no saving me. Leave me to rust. My heart is faulty and my brain rusts over.”

#incorrect tony stark #but make it sad #tony stark is so tragic #tony stark art #tony stark angst #marvel mcu #mcu art #tony stark #tony stark feels #I have so many thoughts about this guy #and i love the idea that he thinks of himself as a machine

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gotlostonmywayhome · 1 year

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Title: First Gift Given - Part One of what can I give you? Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 11k Tags: No Powers AU, One Night Stand, Age Difference, Everyone is a Consenting Adult, Explicit Sex, Virgin-ish Steve, First Time Bottoming

Summary: Yes, Tony is hiding in a dive bar, but it is for good reasons. Pepper should thank him for not sticking around the Stark Industries board members' schmooze-a-thon. He was bound to piss off someone sooner than later and then she would have to go and make it all better.

See, he’s making her life easy by not being there.

But Tony wishes he would have picked a better hiding spot. One where a gaggle of college co-eds wasn’t screaming Bon Jovi’s greatest hits at the top of their lungs.

It would be pure hell if it weren’t for the gorgeous, blue-eyed possible jail bait flashing Tony sweet, shy smiles across the room. Flirting with college boys is a big no-no, but what’s the worst that could happen?

It’s not like Tony’s going to take him home or anything.

A prequel to Gift Waiting by the Tree

Written for: @cap-ironman bingo - Poor Impulse Control @allcapsbingo - Tony Stark

First Gift Given is available to read on AO3!

#stony #stony fic #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #cap ironman #tony stark feels

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lbibliophile-mcu · 2 years

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Apologies

Also on AO3 [550 words] For: Whumptober 2022 - Day 19: enough is enough @buckybarnesbingo - K5: "It's not your fault." @tonystarkbingo - [image] Tony and Maria Stark

Bucky looks down at the framed photograph in his hands, focusing on the sensation of smooth wood and glass beneath his fingers.

There are three figures, half-memories and sparks of recognition flashing through his brain. The woman is the least familiar, just one more pleading voice, one more pair of desperate eyes, recognised more from the memory of a video than the event itself. The man is the most familiar, from the same video and mission, but also other mission reports, and Before – soft echoes of a quick laugh and quicker smile. The boy, young man almost, is both the most and least familiar; he never saw him at that age, but he is also the only one for whom his memories are more than faded shards. Of the three, somehow, he is the one who hurts the most.

“It’s not your fault.”

He jumps at the sound of the voice behind him, hurriedly placing the photograph back on the shelf as he turns. He can’t believe he was sloppy enough to let someone sneak up on him, let alone the man he has spent the last week avoiding.

“What?”

Tony Stark nods towards the photograph, carefully remaining out of reach.

“Their deaths, it’s not your fault.”

“But, in the bunker, you said…”

He hates how his shoulders hunch, how timid he sounds. But the faces are just one more piece of the mess of guilt churning inside him, and Stark has every reason to hate him, this murderer in his home.

“Look, that was at the end of one of the top ten worst days of my life. And given it’s me, that’s saying something. I was running on painkillers and adrenaline and not much more, I was being pressured on all sides, things had spiralled out of control a good six hours ago and kept getting worse, I’d just had the truth of my parents’ death shoved in my face and you were right there… So sure, I said some things, did some things, that I probably shouldn’t have. As I said, that whole day was a shitshow from start to end.

“But Barnes, it wasn’t your fault. I’ve had almost thirty years to come to terms with their death, years without your face attached. Now that I know the truth, well. Am I pissed at Hydra? Absolutely, even moreso than before. Am I pissed at the Winter Soldier? Ok, a bit, he’s the one in the video. But the Soldier isn’t really you. He didn’t have a choice, was just a means to their ends.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I know this is awkward as all hell, for you at least as much as for me, but… I don’t blame you, so try not to blame yourself?”

They stare at each other in silence for a long moment, the promised awkwardness building even as some other unidentifiable tension eases.

Suddenly Stark claps his hands, making him jolt again.

“Right, so, good talk. Now I’ve got a… ah… thing… Bye.”

Watching the man powerwalk out of the room, Bucky finds himself almost smiling, feeling somehow lighter. He doesn’t know that he’s ready to forgive himself yet, not for all the blood his hands have spilled, willingly or not. But it helps that, at least from Stark, he has permission to.

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rhymeswithcabbage · 2 years

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Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark

Words: 10336

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

Tony didn't ask for this. He didn't ask for his heart to skip a beat, for his cheeks to go hot, for shivers to run down his spine, for his palms to get sweaty, for his breath to get punched out of his chest, for his knees to go weak and for his brain to go completely blank. But every time he looks at Bucky, it's inevitable. He's a mess. Out of control. A frozen, babbling lunatic.

Alternatively,

5 times Tony Stark tried to ask Bucky Barnes out on a date and one time he succeeded. Sort of.

Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner

Additional Tags: Pining, Mutual Pining, Oblivious, 5+1 Things, Falling In Love, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Civil War who? idk her, Team as Family, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Fluff, noob science, IronWinter - Freeform, Miscommunication, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Insecure Tony, Idiots in Love, Ice Skating, Supportive Avengers, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Stark Has Issues

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illuminati9exists · 8 months

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In which, Genie loses his Aladdin

CHAPTER 1: Thanks-freaking-Newton for small mercies.

At Avengers tower,

"I can't believe they called us for 'this'"

"He had flamethrower robots army and a questionable fashion sense. What more do you need in a supervillain for him to be worthy of your time Tony?"

"I am a busy man cap, I can't be present for every wannabe overlords or grieving fathers."

"That's the reason why it was unethical."

"What reason birdbrain?"

"He was grieving Tony. His son is in ICU due to their carelessness. Of course, I am not saying what he did was right. But …. still you should've gone easy on him."

"In ICU birdbrain. Still alive. That doesn't mean he can just attack NYPD."

"What would you know Tony! It is not like you have lost a kid "

"Shut up Clint. Tony is right. Losing someone is not a valid reason for massacre. If not stopped at a right time situation could have been out of control and innocents would have lost lives." Natasha said elbowing Clint. But in the middle of this whole interaction Natasha noticed Tony closing off. Now that she noticed he have been a little off since morning, "Tony, you okay?"

" Yep, nothing to worry here. As barton said it is not like, I would know what losing a child feels like." He said with a bright smile which didn't reached his eyes. Natasha almost didn't catched the last part. She also noticed how instead of any cheesy nickname he used Barton this time.

Before she could ask Tony again Thor called them for attention, "Aye, don't fight brothers. Now that the battle have finished, it's time to call for feast. I am very much in need of pizza right now."

"I have already ordered takeout guys. Order will be here in 10 minutes." Steve said getting off from call.

"I am not hungry. Also I have an important meeting to attend tomorrow on other side of country. See you later kids."

Tony said getting in elevator before anyone could say anything. Natasha got up to call after him worried about his strange behaviour earlier but Steve said that he remembers Jarvis reminding Tony about this meeting in morning. Natasha didn't thought much about it and signed it in her spybrain to investigate later. Well out of boredom actually if not for anything else. Tony always got upto some strange behaviour. Every now and then. ___________________________

Avengers minus Tony gather around sofa for their weekly movie night. Clint was surfing through Tony's CDs, yes CDs which they stole from his old mansion when they went their to get Steve's stuff last week. Tony having CDs was a new kind of surprise in itself. Clint was waiting for right moment to tease tony over it, but first he have to go through them. They didn't ask Jarvis to play some random movie because they wanted to go through Tony's eccentric movie collection which unfortunately looks like old couple's cringey romance movies stuff "Wow, considering Starks I thought their will be more good stuff than some old cliche movies. "

"Mind to share what kind of good stuff Clint." Bruce said settling comfortably on his couch.

"You know illegal never released movies, conspiracy movies, national secrets that kind of stuff. Ohh oh I think I found it 'In which Genie finds his Aladdin' ah this is not a Disney movie. I have seen all Disney movies."

Clint said pulling out blue covered CD from box. It was a plain cd in plastic bag with only name printed on it.

"Just get it over with Clint. You have been going through that for like an hour." Natasha said getting bored. Steve also nodded.

Clint grunted and started the movie.

On screen

nothing started for a while.

"I think CD is......."

Jar you are always listening to me, genie and everything else also. Right.

Just when Clint was about to get up to switch CDs a little girl's and a robotic voice which sounds like Jarvis's voice started to come from TV but screen was still blank.

Not particularly but yes Divya.

Then do you have all recordings of me ,Genie, Pep, Humpty, Sourface and dum-e, u also butterfingers and everyone we meet everyday.

Of course Divya.

Cool then can you do something for me.

Of course Divya whatever you wish , if it is well within my abilities.

It sounds like second part was added as more of an afterthought by robotic voice.

Do this, make a movie of my life using all recordings from the day dada found me and everything just like a real movie, will you ? And don't tell genie or anyone until you finish it. Ok.

Of course Divya. But can I ask why are you asking me to do this in secret.

You will know soon J, soon.

"The robo guy sounds like our residental genius's AI butler Jarvis doesn't he." comments Clint and gets four chorus of yes from group.

With this screen lights up with cartoonish animation showing golden room in a way which looks like common room and the outline of room is like a kettle on blue background of screen. Their is table at centre surrounded by two sofas. Two robotic hands like structures moving around the table in a whir and beeping time to time. Their is a cardboard box sitting on table. For some reason robots are surrounding it and whirring around it. This looks like very old animation movie from times of dinosaur, and modern at the same time. Clint already likes it. And from the looks of it others too. Especially Steve and Thor.

A door opens at the side of room as much you can call kettle a room. Inside steps a man in disheveled suit, upside two buttons of shirt undone, wobbling on feet, scowl plastered on face. He strangely looks like Tony, especially with that signature goatee of his.

"Jarvis, you better have a good reason to pull me from my party.

He starts with his march towards sofas.

And what are dum-e and u doing up here out of workshop."

"Sir exactly 47 minutes 36 seconds ago an intruder appeared in living room with a cardboard box and asked for you. That was the first time I tried to reach you but my signals were jammed. I told him you were outside and busy at the moment. He left a message with me to play when you arrive and also a written message on table below cardboard box with cardboard box sir. Since I wasn't able to reach you or security I let dum-e and u out for stalling the intruder. You should first open the box sir, my scans are showing presence of life inside. "

"What the fuck J, play message on my mobile."

Camera zooms in on Tony. He pulls the box towards him. Dum-e and u crowded beside him to take a look. Tony looks at Dum-e ready with fire extinguisher in his hands and rolls his eyes. He pulls a single sellotape taped on cardboard box making cross with cardboards vertical cut which looks like packaging done by some noob. While doing so Tony mutters to himself about 'some kind of poisonous animals or enlarged viruses'. Last part makes Bruce crack a smile. Enlarged viruses will be terror for society and menace for Avengers if cracked by some supervillain.

"What the fuck. What the fuck.WHAT THE FUCK JARVIS."

Tony shouts as he tries to move away from box when he also notices dum-e raising fire extinguisher to attack the creature inside box when Tony suddenly changes his direction mid-movement and gets in between dum-e the fire ranger and the little creature in the box. And gets doused with the foam all over his head and back while not even a single drop falls on box or inside it. 'Thanks-freaking-Newton for small mercies' Tony mutters while looking at box, expression cross between somewhere terror and glare which intensifies to 100 times when a sound comes from the box which very very sounds like a giggle ?

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So what do you think is the creature inside the box that Tony went against Newton himself to save from the foam bath.🧐🤫

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lynlee494 · 8 months

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Somewhere Between Life and Death - Ch. Two

Tony gave up before he went cross eyed and tried to instead focus and watch as the man’s hands lightly ran down his body as if checking for something, but the man doesn’t lift his wallet. Honestly he would not have minded if he had stolen it, if that was all he wanted for his troubles. What a convenient mugging after an inconvenient kidnapping attempt, he thinks.

"Are you hurt?"

#bucky barnes #tony stark #hurt tony stark #hurt bucky barnes #hurt/comfort #angst #bucky fanfic #bucky & tony #marvel fanfiction #tony stark feels

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marvel-lous-guy · 3 months

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Peter: Mr Stark I'm going to hell

Tony: You're not religious, Pete. You don't even believe in hell

Peter: I beat up a blind man

Tony: What. The. Fuck.

Clint: Not cool, man

Peter: I didn't know he was blind!

Tony: how could you not tell he was blind!?

Peter: he was wearing a costume and I thought he was trying to mug some guys so I stopped him but it turns out he was stopping them from chasing this other guy!

Tony: A blind man was beating people up? Thats pretty impressive

Peter: Right!? Then he went to a dumpster-

Clint: Oh don't worry about that Pete- that's just Matt

Peter: you know him?

Clint: yeah he's a great guy, we shared a dumpster once. He always loses his canes

Tony: a deaf guy is friends with a blind guy? How do you talk?

Clint: we usually just skip the talking and get straight to the vigilante stuff

Peter: awesome

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ircn-dad · 4 months

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do you also think tony told peter to hold him while they were hugging in endgame because the last time they hugged, peter tried to cling to him, but no matter what he failed to hold onto him and fell to the ground, or are you normal

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Something I always think about is how fucking strong Tony's arms must be. We know he's not the most fit of the Avengers, of course, but think about this: he's a mechanic, he's been lifting heavy car parts and whatnot since he was a kid. Tony - even young!Tony - would be able to lift his girl with so much fucking ease it'd be ridiculous. I could totally picture his girl thinking that this poor teenager wouldn't be able to lift her up and then OH BOI SURPRISE SURPRISE

Strong

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, smut and some fluff!

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He had you pinned against your bedroom wall, mouth slanted on yours and tongue imploring hungrily as his hands wandered over your curves.

Tugging at his jacket, you let your own hands slide up and around his neck, pulling him closer and making him smirk against your lips.

His kisses drove you insane every time, the perpetual taste of coffee and berries on his tongue and his expensive perfume were intoxicating. The man commanded the every room he was in, owned everyone he laid eyes on, including you.

Tony Stark left you disarmed each time you interacted, his quick wit, dazzling smile and charming personality had won you over in little time that you spent with the genius.

You had seen him work in his lab, laser focused on the task at hand, that wicked little tongue of his peeking out as he fixed a loose part of a machine or his gestures as he spoke to his AI. Although, your favourite would have had to been his black tank top that he wore, the ones that made him look so irresistible, it was hard not to ogle.

The man had strong arms, stronger than you could imagine; toned muscles that popped out and veins that ran thick along the length of his arms, right down to his fingers. Your mind went into sinful places as you watched the billionaire genius invent yet another marvel, you imagined those hands in other places…how could you not?!

Your mind snapped back into the moment as Tony turned you around his arms, chest against the wall and arms that caged you in. His hot breath fell against your ears as he slowly pulled your hair to one side, sliding his hand down the zipper of your dress, undoing it agonisingly slowly.

“Gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl.”

He whispered, pressing small kisses along the side of your neck as he helped you step out of your dress. He ran his fingers down your bare back, leaving goosebumps in their wake before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, making you aware of his arousal that poked against your hip.

Your panties were soaked and eager to be peeled off but Tony had something else in mind. He dipped his hand underneath the thin fabric, making you gasp as his fingers teased your folds, feeling the wetness that had gathered.

“Oh honey you’re soaked. All for me?” He murmured, sucking on an old spot that joined your neck and shoulder while his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves slowly.

“All for you, Anthony.”

You managed to whisper back, head falling back against his shoulder as you felt an intrusion of his thick fingers against your entrance, stretching your walls for him.

The small whines and mewls that left your lips drove him mad, as did you calling him ‘Anthony’, his cock weeping precum, eager to be buried inside you.

All of a sudden, Tony turned you back around to face him, undoing his pants and freeing his erection that slapped back against his lower abdomen. Sliding your panties aside, he captured your bottom lip with his teeth gently sucking on it before you heard the fabric rip to shreds.

He lift one of your leg up, holding it apart before taking the base of his cock in his hand and gathering your slick on its tip, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing you in.

In a swift motion, Tony had you picked up in his arms against the wall and his cock slid inside your heat, stretching you fully. Your surprised yelp made him chuckle as he carried you over to the adjacent wall, his cock moving deliciously inside you.

“Surprised at your spry older man?”

He flashed you his signature smirk, pulling his hips back almost all the way before pushing his length back inside you, hitting the spot that drove you crazy with his languid thrusts.

He wasn’t waiting for your reply, the way your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer and with the way your back arched off the wall with his ministrations gave him the answer he was looking for.

Your legs wrapped around Tony’s hips comfortably, arms around his neck, tugging the soft hair at the nape of his neck while his length drove in and out of your tight heat, each one bringing you closer and closer to climax.

With every upward thrust, your head banged bluntly against the wall, eyes rolled back in pleasure and the sounds of entangled shallow breaths echoing in the otherwise silent room.

It wasn’t long until you felt the coil inside your belly snap and your walls flutter around his cock, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Tony grunted into your hair as your walls clamped around his cock, making it impossible for him to thrust further, in turn triggering his orgasm as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white with his seed.

“Surprised at your spry older man?” He repeated his question, softer this time and a little out of breath while you came down from your highs.

You grinned, eyes still closed in bliss as your walls finally stopped fluttering, your heart thudding wildly as Tony pressed small kisses along your shoulder, still holding you up against the wall.

You managed in a quiet whisper, leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss which he reciprocated eagerly, conveying everything he felt as well in that kiss.

“Utterly in love with my spry older man.”

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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The Stark Legacy (2)

Summary: Pepper Potts' funeral is accidentally interrupted by her daughter, Samantha. Tony struggles with loss. Bucky comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Canon-level violence, injury (vague description), blood, grief/loss. 15+ Rated Teen/Mature

One very, very important rule in this universe is that the super soldiers DO NOT AGE. It becomes a recurring thing that is both a blessing and a curse. Enjoy!

Funeral, part of Book 1: Reality (see previous or series)

CHAPTER TWO— June 2025

Sam peeked out the window to see the long line of black cars in the drive of Avengers Headquarters. The view from Natasha’s room offered a good spot to watch people arrive while a black dress was laid out for her. There came Peter Parker, then the Barton family, then Maria Hill. Happy Hogan greeted each arrival, signaling in the direction of the memorial.

“Come, Sam,” Natasha interrupted, “go ahead and put this on.” She checked a box by the door, adding, “and have you seen your shoes?”

“They hurt my feet,” Lil'Sam complained automatically.

“I know, but you only have to wear them for a little while.” Nat sat at the corner of the bed and reached to stroke the girl’s hair. “We should brush this before we go down.”

The young Stark had her father’s dark features, and her plethora of hair tangled easily. Natasha was worried she would hurt Sam by pulling so hard, but the girl seemed unfazed.

“Auntie Nat?”

“Yes, Sam?”

“Is Uncle Thor gonna be here? He’s funny,” she asked, smiling.

Nat sighed. Sam was excited to see all the family friends though unable to grasp the occasion. “I’m not sure, doll, but we won’t be playing today, okay?” She put down the brush, spotting the shoes Sam tried to hide stuffed beneath the side table. Nat dreaded how long this day would be.

There was a knock at the door, and through the crack, Dr. Banner’s voice gently rolled in. “It’s about time, ladies.”

Silently, Sam was rushed down huge windowed halls, everything suspended by gleaming metal. There was no casket in the room, just rows and rows of chairs. As she looked around, Sam seemed to just miss the gaze of everyone there, and when she found her father, his eyes were down, covered by sunglasses. Immediately to Tony’s right, Peter Parker stood, and once he noticed Lil'Sam, he swooped in to pick her up. She flashed a giant smile which he returned effortlessly.

Natasha kept her face stony and shrank ever so slightly as Bruce put his hand on her shoulder.

It was a sea of black swirling under white concrete, and even though Sam was propped up by this lanky man, no one met her eyes. Every cough and sniffle sounded like thunder, echoing off all the glass.

Sam, feeling tired, bored, and hungry, started searching for strawberry blond amongst the crowd. As she always did when she couldn’t find her mother, she reached for her father’s glasses and said, “Daddy, I’m hungry.”

Before her hand closed around one corner of wireframe, Tony swatted her away with a strangled “please.” The skin-to-skin contact made an audible slapping noise, leaving Tony more agitated than ever. He ordered Happy to take her outside, and while Peter made a very small protest, Sam was pulled from him and led out a side door.

There was nothing there but more glass, metal, and concrete.

“Wait right here,” Happy ordered, flustered, moving quickly up and down the hall, searching for chairs. “Stay there,” he sounded down the hall, disappearing around a corner.

Sam leaned her forehead against the window. It was overcast outside but bright, so she squinted, pressing her wrinkled nose against the glass. She fogged it with her breath several times before she heard Happy coming back.

He was slightly out of breath when he said, “all the chairs are in there, sweetheart. How hungry are you?”

“I’m tired,” Sam replied.

“You just told your dad—never mind,” Happy trailed off, looking about. Children were not his forte. “Tell you what, Sam,” he began, lowering his hands to his knees, “you stay right out here, sleep on the floor if you want, and be as quiet as you can, and after I get to say…a few words…” He stood straight up again, looking back at the double doors before continuing. “Then we will all go get some food. Does that sound okay?” He nodded his head before Sam even opened her mouth.

“I’ll be safe right here?” Sam mumbled.

Happy paused, a notable change in his expression, eyes not quite focused on her anymore. He sniffed, nodded once more, and turned around. “Right there,” he half-sobbed then opened the door just enough to squeeze through.

Muffled speech in low tones wafted down the hall.

It was soothing, like Dad reading quickly through a bedtime story while adding more side comments than the book was long. Sam sank into a seated position and then put her hand down to scoot away from the window.

She felt sand beneath her palm.

She looked, realized it was dust, fine and pale, and searched for more. Its texture was soft against the polished floor, leaving a defined trail when seen from low to the ground.

Ten feet away were larger grains and then just at the corner of the hall were pebbles scattered in. Sam stood slowly, sure to stay quiet as asked, and followed the dusty path. She was disappointed the rocks became no bigger three halls later.

The trail ended in front of yet another glass door, this one covered in fine dust nearly three feet high, finger smears around an invisible edge, and just at eye level, a blue pinpoint light parallel with the thick pane. The particles reflected the blue on its right side, but when Sam shifted her head, she couldn’t see any light. Curious, she pressed the sliding side so she could look more closely, but she quickly saw yet another light just inside the door. This one was red and flashing with letters above.

D-O-O-R-U-N-S-E-C-U-R-E-D

Sam looked around. Up on the counter by the nearest table sat a half-full glass of the deep green drink her father always served to people. She was never allowed to have any. Since no one was around, Sam stretched to reach the glass.

It was still cold. The condensation made the fine glass slippery, and it crashed to the floor below her small hands. Someone would be mad she’d made such a mess, so Sam frantically looked around for something to clean it up.

There were closed containers of bigger rocks under the next table labeled S-A-M-P-L-E-D. She recognized her name, then above them, Sam saw a cloth cover over a few more bins.

After ripping it to the floor and stomping down to soak up the green, huge saturated spots appeared where she stepped.

Fascinated by the shapes and color, Sam dropped to her hands and knees to watch her prints appear. Sometimes when she slapped a dry spot, she could hear the squelch of the wet.

The last time she hit the floor, she cut her hand. Pink dripped down to the faint green splotching, and as she slipped trying to get up using only one hand, she sliced her knee on more glass.

Suddenly she was really afraid. The floor was mostly dry, albeit covered in faint smears, but someone was bound to see things were not where they belonged. Perhaps if she put the sheet back, they wouldn’t be as mad?

Sam tossed the cover back over the rock-filled bins. She looked down at the remaining glass on the floor. There seemed to be only heavy things on the counter, nothing small enough to move the shards, so she started pushing them with her feet. Her shoes already hurt, so when she was done, she yanked them off to tuck against the cabinet lip, hoping to hide the glass.

She could hear footsteps now.

To hide, Sam ran back to the last table, farthest from the door, and wiggled into a thick jumble of cables draped from ceiling to floor.

“I’m not troubling Tony with this. The upgrades were already postponed because of the holding site. Really?” Bruce moaned, standing at the faulty lock. “Undone by dust…” He continued to tap at the screen flashing red letters while speaking to the security officer who accompanied him. “How much longer do you think the memorial will go? I’ve got to get back to testing—“

Sam could hear her breathing. She anxiously covered her mouth, pushing a few cords out of her way.

“Whose shoe made that?” Bruce asked suddenly.

She shimmied her way farther into the cables, hearing tiny pops when she pulled her foot forward. Some connections became unhooked. Several instruments on the tables made different beeping sounds.

“What…” Bruce turned to check while calling to the guard. “Is that blood?!”

The dust on her hands tickled her nose, and no matter how hard she tried to hold it in, the sneeze shot through Sam’s sinuses. A clump of plugs came loose behind her. Lights went out and the minimal glow of security lights made Bruce’s shadow look larger than life.

“STOP,” came the guttural scream from across the lab, but when Sam tried to push her way out, something sparked above her.

“Code Green,” the security guard bellowed into his comms, “Main Lab now!”

She tumbled against one of the metal corners of a table, scraping her head on the way down. She hit the floor hard as Banner’s form shifted.

The shadow got larger.

Sam could smell smoke.

More sparks flew, momentarily lighting the hulking figure easily tossing tables aside. The fire-suppression system triggered, making it impossible to hear anything else.

Sam started to sob.

Hulk’s face lowered towards hers, his back flush with the spraying ceiling, beams above them creaking and bending.

“It’s my fault,” Sam screamed as loud as she could, “I’m sorry!”

Figures ran up to the glass; the door had automatically sealed with the fire trigger.

“Banner, back off! Hulk get away from her!”

The collective shouts became muffled by the thumping of watchers, helpless behind the barrier, then the terrible, piercing explosion of shattering glass.

Hulk didn’t move. He simply leered, watching her cry, an expression more akin to annoyance plastered across his broad face. Captain Barnes’ shield collided squarely with the massive jaw. Bucky’s huge vibranium arm promptly followed, connecting with Hulk’s orbital bone.

Sam watched the impact ripple across his green skin in the strobe of lights, confusion in the wide, pained eyes. She was sure she heard the snap of a bone, but whose?

The two tumbled to the other corner of the lab, dragging tables and equipment into a pile beneath them. Bucky slammed his full weight over and over again into the now shrinking figure.

“Stop, he’s my friend,” Sam shrieked, throwing herself closer to them. She could hear a growing chorus calling her name directly behind her.

Bucky lifted his head, flicking the long hair back, dripping from sprinklers, fist raised high in the air.

“You’re a monster!” Sam’s vision swung wildly even though she stopped stumbling forward.

“It was my fault,” she whimpered, falling, blood trickling down her face and neck.

Everything went dark.

A/N: After the next chapter, Samantha grows up super fast with some time jumps, so this isn't a kid fic, FYI.

[Ch 3: Safety]

#tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark angst #tony stark feels #alternate universe #avengers: endgame #slow build #slow burn #tony stark's daughter #original female character #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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callmefirefly · 6 months

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Just read somewhere that as of today (17th October 2023), Natasha and Tony are canonically dead 😭

It’s bad enough that it’s been five years since Infinity War and the snap, but now these two are officially gone too? I feel emotionally attacked right now.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #avengers #avengers endgame #tony stark #iron man #natasha romanoff #black widow #the feels #rip #gone but not forgotten #2023 #callmefirefly

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st4rking · 8 months

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tfw you, as a mind reader, have to team up with a man who thinks too much

Slight spoilers in tags

#wednesday spoilers #marvel spoilers #your honor they're my emotional support dysfunctional couple #as everyone should know #i love tony stark #hes baby girl (derogatory)#and I also love emma #I feel like they're great foils to each other but I dont want to talk about that #theres so much controversy around their wedding #however #people do not realize how funny their friendship could be #tony “i think a mile a minute” stark #Emma “Worst time to be a telepath” Frost #you could not tell me the shenanigans that would happen if the situation was not so dire.#if it was not life or death #emma would be flooded with Tonys nonsensical ideas against her will #she is being held hostage send help #yes i know emma wont read his mind without consent but also mindreading would be smart now #especially since they're kind of alone in this #I have so many thoughts on them #AND THEY SAID MRS. AND MR. EMMA FROST #Literally called Tony malewife #Also Feilong is terrifying as an Iron Man villain #The Invincible Iron Man (2023)#I know this isnt how Tony looked in the comic but this is how I draw my tony #tony stark #marvel 616 #diddlydoo #emma frost #irondiamond

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nyxindustries · 4 months

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Lock Down | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

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

Word Count: 2,000+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." You choke out.

"How badly do you want?" He asks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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