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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year

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The Girl in the Mirror

Tony Stark x Insecure!Reader

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Wordcount: 1.5k

Synopsis: Tony plans a whole night for you, hoping to pop the big question at the end of the night. Trouble arises when an old high school friend has something to say about your appearance.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, body insecurity, body shaming, cursing.

Request by: @lilacprincessofrecovery

AN: not edited

Your eyes lock on the figure standing in front of you in the mirror. Her eyes are beautiful, and her hair falls perfectly, capturing a special kind of beauty. She looks graceful and elegant in her red dress. The dress that synchs in at the waist and cascades out around her feet into a pretty train. The dress that’s top compliments her chest, while the slit in the leg adds a scandalous touch. You find yourself distant from the woman who stares back at you, barley aware that she is you. The only notable aspect that gives it away and seems to repeatedly capture your attention is her stomach. Your stomach. You stare at the way the dress lays over it, hating it in a thousand different ways. The sight alone put a bad taste in your mouth and makes you want to disappear right there and then.

You feel shame and embarrassment beginning to bubble up in your stomach, making you want to throw up on your designer dress. How was it that someone like you could make it somewhere like here. Living in a modern day palace with the most stunning man to walk the earth. Knowing that you look like this: an out of place and disgusting thing. An abomination to all beauty standards. You think this as your eyes train back to your stomach.

A knock on the door puts you out of your haze, drawing you back to a bittersweet reality. You’re about to attend a grand ball in your honor, one being put on by your boyfriend of almost four years. This is suppose to be a happy and unforgettable moment, yet the sight of yourself makes you feel as though you’ll ruin the whole event by just attending.

“Sweetheart we’re going to be late, we have to get go-“ Tony cut himself short at the site of your figure lingering in front of the mirror. Sometimes he has a hard time convincing himself that you were in fact from earth, not another planet where beautiful goddesses roam. Everything about you is just breathtaking. Your silhouette alone is enough to put every man and woman on earth to shame in Tony’s eyes. After all, you were his woman and his woman alone.

You lift your gaze to meet Tony’s in the mirror, embarrassment flowing through your flushed body. “Why are you staring at me like that?” You speak.

Tony purses his lips before giving a wide smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be looking at you like that? You look ravishing my dear.” He hums as he approaches your stiff body.

“I look like an inflated hot air balloon Tony,” you huff, hating the way you look even more than you did just five minutes ago.

“If you’re a hot air balloon, than I want to be a passenger,” He snickers, placing his hands on your waist.

You raise an eyebrow at Tony, thrown off at his response. “What?” You laugh.

Tony huffs, realizing you did not get the joke. “You know, because I want to get inside yo-“

“Tony!” You shriek, forgetting all about your previous dilemma and now focusing on your boyfriend who looks as handsome as ever.

“Y/N!” Tony shrieks back jokingly. You let out a small laugh, relaxing in his presence. “You look beautiful tonight darling,” he says as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

You feel your stomach starting to twist again, already bring back the feelings of dread and anguish towards the way your body looks in a dress that hugs your figure. “Tony…” you whisper softly, “I feel awful.” Your voice quivers as you open up about the thoughts that have been drowning you since you slipped the stunning red dress on. “I feel so out of place, I just wish I could disappear.” You murmur.

Tony frowns at your words, taking in your appearance once more before speaking. “Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight, and don’t you dare think or say otherwise. Every time I see you my breath is taken away by your beauty. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the honor of laying my eyes on.” Tony whispers as he spins you around slowly, drinking up your perfect body.

“But Tony, look at me, I’m-I’m” you stutter.

“Y/N, I know you feel that way and I’m so sorry. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. How perfect and lovely you are.” He hums as he pulls your body into his. “You are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth my love,”

“Promise?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.” His lips were on yours just seconds later, savoring your sweet taste. He kisses you for what feels like forever, yet somehow forever isn’t long enough, because when he does pull away you find yourself missing the feeling of his lips on yours. “Come on, we have a ball to attend.”

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You find yourself swaying in Tony’s arms to the loud music that’s blaring from the large speakers placed all around the room. Tony had been sweeping you off your feet since you got to the ball, never once leaving your side. He made it a habit to whisper small praises and words of affirmation into your ear as the night progresses, refusing to let you forget just how perfect you are.

You were about two hours into the dance and everything seemed to be going well, that is until Tony goes to get punch and you overhear him talking to an old friend from school.

“She’s got a pretty face man but her body? You definitely could’ve done better in that department. I mean, she must have a great personality or something.” The man snickers as he looks you up and down.

Tony’s face begins to heat up with rage, his blood boiling at the mere mention of you being anything less than perfect. “I’ll have you know her body is the definition of perfection.” He growls, grip tightening on the glass in his hand. “Honestly, you have no right to even be looking at my girlfriends body. Let alone speaking about it.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“Oh come on man, you know I’m right. She’s just a bit..big. She could stand to lose a few, or hell even a lot of pounds.” Tony’s ‘friend’ chuckles.

“Big? As if you would even know what ‘big’ is. Clearly you’ve never seen anything big on your own body.” Tony shoots back, glancing over at your now embarrassed and ashamed face. “Listen here. My girlfriend’s body, size, literally any of my girlfriend and soon to be wife, is none of your fucking business. So how about you turn around and walk your sorry ass out of here before I do it for you.”

The man’s eyes go wide, not expecting that Tony would actually stand up for you. Not when there were, in his opinion, much hotter girls wandering around in much skimpier dresses. “Come on man, don’t be like that.” he finally says, looking nervously at Tony.

You could feel your face heat up, both from becoming Tony’s wife, but also from the way his ‘friend’ was speaking about you. “I’m not messing around, you leave on your own free will, or, I escort you out.” Tony was trying to keep his calm, but he was slowly losing patience with the incel that stands before him. “Actually, no. You don’t even deserve the chance to peacefully leave. Not after the shit you just said about my girlfriend.” Tony looks up, locking eyes with one of his security staff. With a quick motion of his hand the man was getting dragged out the building. Everyone pauses for a moment, unsure on whether they should continue dancing and chatting.

You were quick to make your way over to Tony, picking up your dress up off the floor so you wouldn’t trip over it. “Tony, what was that?” You whisper quietly, not liking the sudden attention.

Tony on the other hand thought this a perfect moment to make a statement. Putting his foot down once and for all. Getting down on one knee, Tony began to speak. “Y/N, listen, I know that I am a mess. And I know that you also think I’m a mess who can’t keep up with his responsibilities and who doesn’t know when to quit. But you keep me on track darling, you keep me grounded and out of trouble. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. I want to give you everything, because you are everything. Y/N L/N, you are the most beautiful, most amazing woman I have ever met, will you marry me?”

You let out a small gasp, hand flying to your mouth. “Tony I- yes! Yes Tony yes!” You breathe, looking at the beautiful engagement ring in the beautiful red velvet box. You stick your hand out and watch Tony slip the ring onto your finger.

“I’m so glad you said yes,” Tony chuckles as he takes you into an embrace, kissing you slowly.

“Well Mr. Tony Stark, there isn’t anyone I’d rather marry.” You beam, allowing him to kiss you once more.

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Spookifying

Flufftober Day 27: Decoration

Tony Stark x reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: Thank you to @unholyhuntress for letting me know that my post hadn't gone out today. Tumblr deleted my qued posts, I uploaded this as soon as I could.

I can't believe we have less than a week left. As always, Reblogs and Feedback is really appreciated. See y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

On October 1st, you decided that you’d try to play a fun little prank on Tony. You had moved in together a few months before and Halloween was going to be one of the first major holidays that you’d celebrate while living together. It was also the first one that you could decorate for.

Tony was not the one who decorated his suite, he had hired an interior designer to design pretty much the whole compound. And while it looked very nice, it wasn’t very personal. Everything was modern and sleek. Blacks and whites and the same shade of blue ran throughout the entire space. It looked straight out of a magazine, but it didn’t look like a home.

So for Halloween, you decided that you would decorate. Without Tony. But you figured it would be too obvious if you did all the decorating at once. That is why, once a day since the first of the month you’ve taken a piece of decor and replaced it. At first, it was small things, you swapped out a random bowl of rocks that was sitting on the bookshelf with a little foam pumpkin. You swapped the towel hanging in the kitchen and even took down one of the paintings in the living room and swapped it with a framed Friday the 13th movie poster. You swapped out boring white candles for ones in pumpkin jars that smelled like cinnamon apples.

You figured that Tony would’ve said something by now. At first, it was fun sneaking around and swapping decor, hoping that when Tony noticed it would be a fun laugh, and then the two of you could decorate the rest of the house together. But he hadn’t said anything, he hadn’t even looked at any of the new decor when you two were spending time together.

You didn’t know what to think. Was he just really oblivious? Did he not care? Was he annoyed that you had swapped things but just didn’t want to say anything? You decided that you would pull out the big guns today and hopefully, he would finally say something.

Tony drank a lot of coffee, but he always drank it from the same mug. It was an Iron Man-branded mug that he was given by a little boy when he visited the children’s hospital for a charity event. He cherishes it, he gets grumpy when it's not clean. And you stole it. You replaced it with a mug that looks like a jack-o-lantern. It even lights up.

You camped out by the island counter, perched on one of the stools that surrounded the side sipped from your own ghost-shaped mug, and waited for Tony to emerge from your room and come to the kitchen.

He walked out in a pair of sweatpants and a Black AC/DC tee shirt that had seen better years. A pair of slippers adorned his feet and his hair was still a little wet in front of the shower. He walked past you, placing a kiss in greeting on the side of your head and running his hand across your lower back as he turned the counter of the floating counter and towards the coffee machine.

You were practically buzzing with excitement as you watched him open the cabinet that held your cups and mugs. He blindly grabbed for the mug that was in the same spot it always was and placed it under the spout that the coffee would come from as soon as the machine finished warming the water.

As he placed it down though you watched him do a double-take. He shot his head back up to the cabinet and turned his head left and right, scanning all the drinkware inside. He searched for his mug for about a minute before he turned towards you.

“Very funny sweetheart. Where is my mug.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took another sip out of your own mug.

‘You think I haven't noticed what you’ve been doing?” He asked, walking back around the counter and stopping right in front of you, he took a step forward, forcing your legs apart and sliding in between them. “You think I didn’t notice on day one, that there was a bright orange pumpkin on my bookshelf? You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking around and spookifying my place?” As he questioned you, he pushed his face even closer to yours. You couldn’t really think not when he was so close to you, crowding you being. Filling all of your senses with just him.

“Our place.” was the only response you could come up with.

“Where. Is. My. Mug?” Tony asked, pacing kisses on your lips in between each word. Eventually, he pulled back and you could see the soft smile on his face. Now that he wasn’t the only thing you could see or smell, the rest of your brain started to come back online.

“Wait. You noticed? You noticed and you didn’t say anything? Tones I was seriously beginning to doubt your observational skills.” You were incredulous. He had known the whole time? “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked him.

“Because you were having so much fun. Sneaking around, thinking you were getting away with it. Sweetheart, you were so happy, I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

“That is sweet. But I’m not going to lie I’m still a little upset.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” He adopted a stupidly handsome pout and looked into your eyes, “What can I do, sweetheart I don’t want you upset.”

You smiled widely. “Well Halloween isn’t for a few more days, and I have a lot more decorations hidden in my office. Help me put them up?” And he did. The two of you spent the rest of the day decorating the suite, watching spooky movies in the background, and laughing together.

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Giving you your thoughts back

Tony x reader

Tony helps reader with panic attack

Tw: general descriptions of a panic attack, not any specific topic as to why

No word count cause i have no idea, and not proofread or edited

Your breathing getting shallow, the world spinning, the etching voices, voiceless in sound but their hatred scratching and etching into your thoughts, negativity be poison affecting your mind how a bottle of lack dye messes up a pools clarity

Swim, swim, swim, breath, forward, forward, forward, breathe

A dystopian colidascope twisting and reforming everything.

Alone, you just want to be alone, just another left turn, or maybe its a right turn, just go

Youve left everything in the teams office

Do your footsteps sound unreasonably fast for you pace of is it an echo from the underwater murmuring your head is in?

All of a sudden youre spun around, the distortion is of pale dark haired man a blue glimmer and you realize its tony.

You cant really tell what hes saying, your thoughts are swimming in ink, no echoes just muddy sound

He leads you to a empty room where he sits with you cross legged on the floor your hands in his, hes slowly lifting them up and bringing them bringing them back down, without realizing you eventually start breathing in tandem with the movement of your hands, eyes still shrouded and foggy from rush and tears but ears now taking in sound pure.

"Youre doing so good, so good for me my love, just keep breathing in... and out, keep your eyes on mine"

Your hands are trembling, every few moments a tremble casts through your body

"Cant do it" youre suprised when you hear your own voice

"Of course you can, youre doing it right now, youre doing amazing"

" can you choose an automobile?" This question feels so out of place, what good would a car do right now?

"Why?"

"No reason, youll see soon" you can see his smile through your stormy vision

"Fine, a Volkswagen bus"

"Perfect choice, if this car was a person, what would they look like? Stereotypes are allowed" he chuckles

"I think they'd have longer hair, more of an androgynous person, they would have a few simple braids and beads on them, they would probably be wearing bell bottoms i like the idea of high rise, some platform docs, any type of shirt with a mix of pastels and florescent colors, flowers, paisleys mushrooms the whole nine yards"

" good job love, thats very descriptive, where would you meet this person? "

"Probably at a book store or a record shop"

These questions go on for a while, the significance of them to you isnt there but by now your eyes have cleared up, theres no mure rushing in your ears, youre breathing has settled and the world is no longer racing.

"You did amazing, im so unbelievably proud of you, do you know what we just did?"

Shaking your head

"They were just silly questions" you chuckle

"Silly question to get you thinking, to have your mind back, to make your thoughts priority over the rush in your head, thats what grounding is supposed to do"

Lookimg down you realize he was giving you your thoughts back, normal flow of neutral.

"Thank you" you mumble out while the both of you stand up

"No need to thank me its why im here"

In that moment he pulls you into a hug, placing a peck to your temple, "you did great"

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I wrote this cause i wanted a way to share a coping mechanism i use to help my friends for both panic attacks and s/ ideation, i think it could be helpful for others

This was completely spurr of the moment

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Fake Diamond

Summary: It’s all fake.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, strong reader, a hint of violence, Tony being a douche, kinda fluffy super-soldiers

A/N: A random drabble.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Let me see,” you laugh as Natasha grabs your hand to get a good look at the diamond ring Tony put on your finger a few days ago. He told you to keep it a secret until tonight. Tonight, at one of his infamous parties, he showed off you, and the ring on your finger. “Oh…uh…that’s a nice ring.”

You frown. Somehow Natasha’s mood changed from cheery, to downright pissed. “Nat, is something wrong with the ring? Do you think it’s too big? I knew it was too big. I told Tony so.”

“No-no,” she stammers. Natasha takes a sip of her wine and avoids eye contact. “As I said. It’s a very nice ring.”

“You already said that Natasha,” you remind her. Your eyes drop to the ring on your finger. It sparkles, and you smile, but it fades when you meet Natasha’s gaze. “What’s wrong with the ring? Did Tony steal it or something?”

You chuckle as Natasha nervously looks around the ballroom. “It’s not like that,” she assures you. “I mean, why would he steal a ring? He’s got more money than…you know…anyone I know.”

“I never cared much about his money,” you smile as Tony points at you and Natasha. He laughs loudly at something his ex said. “Why is Pepper here? I thought she was in Tokyo, living her best life.”

“She came back a year ago. New, and improved. At least that’s what I heard through the grapevine,” Natasha huffs as you glance down your body in your simple black gown. “Tony tried his best to get her back until he met you.”

“Pepper is back for a year?” you frown deeply. “Tony never mentioned Pepper is back. Why would he hide that his ex is back in town?”

“I don’t know,” Natasha tries to comfort you. She places her hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it. “Don’t think too much about it. Maybe he was too in love with you to think about some other woman.”

“Natasha, please don’t lie to me,” you dip your head to glance at the redhead. “What is wrong with the ring? I know you are hiding things from me. Please don’t. I need to know the truth.”

“Nat, doll,” Bucky strolls toward you and Natasha. “What are you ladies up to tonight?” He grins as you try to get Natasha to talk. “Something wrong?”

“It’s…the ring.”

Natasha sighs as you lift your hand to show Bucky the ring. He takes your hand to get a better look at the ring. Bucky frowns and clears his throat.

“A nice ring, doll.”

“You are lying. Both of you,” you conclude. “I need to know what’s wrong with the ring. Right now.”

“What’s this all about?" Steve joins your little group. He looks at your hand in Bucky’s hand, humming as he inspects the ring. “Nice ring…uh…but why are you wearing a fake diamond, doll? Is Tony afraid someone will steal the real one and wants you to wear a dummy at the party?”

You look at the ring, and then at Natasha and Bucky. They look away, ashamed that none of them was brave enough to tell you the truth.

“It’s fake?” you whimper.

Steve swallows thickly when the realization hits him. “Wait—you didn’t know it’s fake?” He questions as you try to keep yourself from crying. “Doll, you okay.”

“No. I’m not okay,” you shake your head. “I knew it was too good to be true. Tony Stark suddenly recognizes me after I worked for him for five years. A whirlwind romance after years of pining, he said. Nonsense.”

“You don’t know that Y/N,” Bucky is fast to wrap his arm around your shoulders before Steve or Natasha get the chance to do so. “Maybe the jeweler tricked him, doll. Let’s talk to him. Stark wouldn’t buy you a fake diamond. Right. Steve?”

“Uh-I don’t think he would,” Steve lies. You can see it in his sad blue eyes.

“He would,” you whisper. “The fat and boring girl doesn’t deserve a diamond ring. I was only a way to get back at Pepper. Just look at him. He looks like a peacock wooing for her.”

“Doll—I,” Bucky follows your eyes. “He’s a little tipsy…maybe. Steve, help me here.” The brunette desperately tries to hide the ugly truth from you.

“He gave me Y/N the ring to make Pepper jealous, and it worked. She is glued to his side since the moment he entered the party,” Natasha spats. “I will so kill that bastard.”

“Don’t-“ you shake your head. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”

“I think you should confront him,” Steve says. “If he didn’t know it was a fake diamond, it’s fine. If not…well…let’s say Bucky and I are looking for a way to get out all the pent-up tension.”

“Fine. I’ll talk to him,” you nod to yourself. “I-will you come with me?” You ask the super-soldiers. Somehow you feel less self-cautious around them. “Please.”

“We are by your side,” Steve says.

“Till the end of the line,” Bucky adds.

“Don’t be overdramatic, Barnes,” Natasha grunts. “Let’s get this over with. I was looking for a reason to kick Tony’s ass for years.”

The super-soldiers flank your sides as you make your way toward Tony and Pepper.

“Tony, can we talk for a moment,” you whisper.

“I was in the middle of…something,” Tony stammers. “Do you need anything?”

“I only want to know one thing,” you stop right in front of Tony, “why did you give me a fake diamond? Did I not earn a diamond for helping you get your ex back?” You slide the ring off your finger to throw it into Tony’s face.

“Doll, maybe it’s not fake,” Bucky gasps as you punch Tony straight into his face. “Whoa…a perfect right hook, Y/N.”

“I knew it, Tony. The moment you put the ring on my finger I knew something is wrong,” you chuckle humorlessly. “It was too good to be true. Of course, it was.”

“I-I didn’t get a real one so fast,” Tony lies. “Darling, we will get you a new one soon…okay.”

“No. you won’t.” You close your eyes and push the tears away. “You are eye-fucking your ex for hours. We are over.”

You turn around, holding your head high as you make your way toward the door.

“Doll, wait.”

Steve and Bucky follow you hot on your heels. They are afraid you’ll do something stupid and won’t leave you alone.

“So,” you huff as the super-soldiers flank your sides again, “do you still want to get rid of that pent-up tension?”

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Just A While - Tony Stark

Summary: Your boss Tony Stark absolutely hates insubordination or disrespect.

Pairing: CEO!Vampire!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: main kink: authority, not canon compliant, smut, p in v, oral fem receiving, blood drinking, vampire stuff, d/s dynamics, nicknames - pet, kitten, thigh riding, spanking, fingering, cockwarming, edging, praise kink, mild degradation kink?, MINORS DNI.

A.N: tony stark, ceo tony stark, ceo vampire tony stark, ceo vampire tony stark with an authority kink 🫠

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Your feet are killing you, the damn heels are painful and if one more time anyone questions you about the xeroxes you’re going to lose every ounce of self-control.

“Hey, where are we on those xeroxes?” The words grate on your being.

“Oh my fucking hell, they’ll get to the conference room when their done.” You snap, “It’s taking the copy machine ages it isn’t my fucking—,” you pause, swallowing down the remainder of the sentence.

“By all means complete that thought, kitten.” Tony’s voice is devoid of its usual teasing.

“I um, T-Tony—,” You fumble.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sir.” Tony steps closer, holding up his index finger for emphasis.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” you look down at the floor.

He tsks, stepping closer, grasping your chin in the gentlest of ways.

“You will be sorry, pet. My office, assign an intern for the task.” Tony brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, “Shame, I didn’t think I’d have to punish you this week.”

“Sir I’m sorry—,”

“No, pet, you’re going to apologise in the way I know you would have learned your lesson.” He cuts you off, moving away and heading to his office.

You scurry past the interns desk, quickly instructing them and leaving a hasty email with probably incoherent instructions.

Knocking on Tony’s door hearing his voice beckoning you inside, you open the frosted glass door, he stands with his back to you gazing out at the city that never sleeps. He turns, undoing his cufflinks one by one. Rolling up the sleeves of his blue shirt.

You swallow as his flesh is exposed, those arms that have cradled you as well as pinned you down. Fingers that have brushed the hair out of your eyes, and been wrapped around your throat.

Tony licks his lips, sitting on the couch, arms across the back, legs spread.

“Take a seat, pet. I’m very hungry.” He smirks, then you see the fangs exposed, your thighs clench. Tony chuckles, “Such an eager little pet.” two fingers gesture for you to walk towards him.

“Clothes off, only want those pretty maroon panties on your body.” He instructs, “Oh and crawl.”

Your cheeks heat, you begin to undo your clothing while taking steps to him, then as your clothes drop you crawl to him, kneeling by his feet. His palm grasps your chin making you meet his eyes, red tinged.

“Such capabilities to be a good little pet, but you want to talk back, delay my meeting, and then have the audacity to complain about your job?” He tuts, his grip tightens you whimper.

“Aw does that hurt?” He questions, soon your core is flush against his thigh, his strength making you weightless.

Head tilted his nose brushes along the column of your neck, you shudder when he hums appreciatively.

“A creature of the night wants a taste of you and you’re getting slick. Oh little pet.” Tony chuckles, one hand on your hip making you grind on his thigh, your thighs clench, as your clit pulses in response to the stimulation.

“S-Sir—,” you whine when he lets you continue without his hold, circling your hips you moan, Tony’s nose brushes over your sternum, over your breasts, hands cupping them and tugging on your nipples as they harden for him.

You jolt when his fangs sink into your skin, the sensation leaves a slight buzz, thrumming under your skin.

“Sir, please.” You beg, your hips moving as he drinks, you can feel yourself draw closer to the edge. The smack on your hip has you rub harder against his thigh. You whine, Tony pulls away licking the puncture wounds.

Another smack to your left cheek, you shift, the fabric rubbing deliciously over your clit.

“Cup your tits pet, play with those nipples.” Tony smirks as your lips part, he spanks you again.

“What do you say?” he chastises.

Fangs sinking into your neck,

“Th-thank you, Sir.” your voice breaks into a moan, he spanks you yet again, he contracts the muscles of his thigh, feeling the way your clit rubs over him, he knows you’re close the way your breath quickens, on the fifth spank,

“Sir, please, please, Sir,—,” your orgasm shatters through you.

“Such a messy little pet. So pretty though, so pretty when you beg.”

Tony lays you back on the couch, legs hooked over his shoulders, teeth ripping the soaking fabric, he nips at your clit, lapping at your entrance, then his lips move to your inner thighs fangs sinking into the flesh, he hums, thumb rubbing at your clit as he takes his fill.

You begin to thrash in his grip as the second orgasm comes barrelling into you, Tony’s tongue now lapping at your entrance. He groans, kissing his way up your body.

“Now you’re going to be a good pet, and sit on my cock while I feed from you.” He chuckles when your eyes widen, he knows you don’t last when he’s inside you and drinking, it makes you every bit eager and needy.

“But, but Sir, Sir please—,”

“Oh pet you thought the spanks were your punishment?” He coos, brushing your hair back, tracing his knuckles from your temple to your neck. Then his fingers wrap around your throat, he undoes his pants with fluid movements, you moan at the stretch.

“For, for how long, Sir?”

“Just a while, my pet.”

“That’s it pet, take it like a good little girl, fuck such a tight bratty little cunt.”

“Yes, Sir.” You pant, his thrusts gain momentum, your walls clench around him, pulling him back in, Tony angles his hips stars dance in your vision, he nips at your sweat sheened flesh.

“Sir, please, Sir, Sir, Sir—,” You preen he stops, carrying you still inside you, each step has you feel him deeper, your hands move to his hair, tugging on it nails leaving scraps along his neck and chest, they tinge pink already healing.

“Oh pet,” he caresses your cheek, slowly easing out of you then thrusting inside you again, he places you on his desk, each time you’re at the brink he stops, you’re gaze is hazy.

Facing his desk you can see him scroll through spreadsheets on his laptop.

“Sir,” you plead, he shifts, cock brushing over your walls.

“No can do pet,” his fangs sink into your flesh again, you clench around him, “you need to learn your lesson.” he pinches your clit.

Every few minutes he either shifts or drinks from you, one hand gripping your hips so you don’t move, you’re whimpering, preening, pleading yet nothing works.

Through glassy eyes you see it’s been an hour, Tony finally shuts the laptop, you hold your breath.

“What do you want kitten?” he rubs a soothing hand along your back.

“Want you, Sir,” you sniffle.

“My kitten wants me?” He repeats, you nod.

His index and middle finger rub at your clit, you moan head thrown back, eyes rolling as the sensations take over, he watches your mouth part, every fibre of your being alit, you don’t last long and cum all over his cock.

Tony pushes you down against the table, thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm, the cold glass soothing your heated skin, but your nipples hardened rub agains the glass.

Stomach tightening as Tony groans your name, “Fuck Kitten, such a pretty cunt, gonna stay buried in it all night.” he spills his seed inside you, your walls spasm as you cum undone for him yet again.”

He pulls you towards the couch again, snug against his chest. You rub your face against his chest, seeking more of his intimacy.

“Rest kitten, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.” He presses his lips to your forehead as your eyes flutter closed.

-x-

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youre-amazing-say-it · 2 years

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tony and his wife reader are taking a nap and their toddler son or daughter is awake and using tony's phone. toddler son or daughter accidentally type random words (example: bigojrgierjgfuckblahblah or fuckfigshitgblah) to the avengers group text and twitter

My Child is Viral

Pairing: Tony Stark x wife!reader

Warning: Cuteness, I'm sorry it's short and terribly written

The Door opened to your husband's lab as you walked in with 3 year Morgan on your hip. The man of your dream was playing around with some wiring when he looked up and smiled. "Hey Hons," Tony said as he went back to the piece in front of him. You gave him a look that he could feel in his heart. "Aren't you going to say hi to your child?" you asked with an eyebrow raised.

"1, I said hon's as in plural, and 2 I'm a bit busy right now, working on something for Rodney's brace." Tony never looked up at the two of you. You quickly walked over and with a free hand, you put it on Tony's wrist. He rolled his eyes as he looked up at the two of you. "Hi," he said with a fake smile. "You have been down here for 7 hours, and I know someone is missing their daddy," you said looking into his eyes as he rubbed them.

"Well someone daddy," he said as he bopped Morgan's nose which made her giggle, "is making sure uncle Rhodey is able to walk," he looks at his two loves and then back at the screen. "Tony, come on, just a quick rest so I know you are at least taking care of yourself." you rubbed his back, and you saw tony body relax even from that. he let out a groan, knowing that in the long run, it would be helpful. "Okay, a quick rest but then I need to get back," Tony said as gave you a kiss on the cheek. He took Morgan out of your arms as you made your way to the elevator.

After Tony and yourself finally got Morgan down for her nap, it didn't take long for the two of you to settle down and rest. What the two of you didn't plan on was the cutie pie waking up before you guys. Morgan saw that her daddy's phone was still on his chest, with it unlocked. she saw an app on it with a blue bird on it, "birdy" she said quietly. She knew she wasn't supposed to use electronics without permission, but she knew her daddy and mommy needed to sleep.

After playing on the screen, a photo of uncle steve came up and a song played through the screen. Tony bolted up from his nap, Morgan holding onto the phone on the other side of the bed. Tony smiled and picked morgan up, putting her in his lap. "Look like someone wasn't following the rules," he said to morgan as he took the phone from her hand and pushed back her hair. The phone was still ringing so tony pressed the answer button before bringing it to his ear.

"Go for Stark," Tony said. "Was morgan using your phone?" Steve asked. Tony looked down at his daughter as she gave him doe eyes. "How did you know?" tony asked. "Check Twitter." steve said before hanging up. Tony pulled up the app and laughed.

@ tonystark: hjhcjhsdjcsjch bird xaooude chalk sxuaiqwdhj plane qfuhqeuh daddy

He checked the trending page and sure enough, Morgan Stark was trending as she sent her first tweet. Tony's laugh was loud enough to where y/n rolled over and sat up on the bed. "What's so funny?" you asked. he looked up at you with a smile. "My child is viral,"

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Can you write a pt.2 of "and baby makes three" with them and the baby? A cute little boy, a copy of Tony ❤️

Maybe One More

Tony Stark x Wife!reader

Tony’s ready for more

Warnings: breast-feeding, implied smut, suggestive comments, fluff, dad!Tony

WC: 1.8k

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And Baby Makes Three (Part 1)

A groan escaped Tony’s lips as the smell of coffee filled his senses. He heard a little giggle and then a small hand landed a surprisingly powerful slap to his cheek. “Dada!” A smile came over his face but he quickly hid it and pretended to sleep.

“Ma!” The little voice called out. “Go on baby, wake up dada.” Tony melted at the sound of your voice but kept up the charade. Two chubby hands buried in his black hair and pulled. “Ah! Ah!” He winced, lifting his head. Leo was sitting on the bench next to him, a huge smile behind his Iron Man pacifier, brown eyes twinkling with joy.

“Dada!” He screeched and dove forward, falling into his father’s open arms, snuggling into his hard chest not minding the arc reactor pushing into his plump cheek. “Good morning little man.” “Good morning to you too, my love.” A huge mug of coffee was placed by his computer as you delicately kissed his forehead. “Good morning beautiful wife.” He smirked, calloused hand reaching out to wrap around your neck and bring your face down to his for a passionate kiss.

Evidently his son didn’t like not being the center of attention because he whined loudly and as Tony looked down at him, he saw a lone tear fall from his big eyes and run down his s/c cheek. His heart clenched at the sight and hugged his little body closer, cooing, and rocking back and forth. “Oh no, don’t cry it’s ok.” You just chuckled beside him, perching yourself on the table.

“He can play you like a fiddle.” Tony gasped. “Don’t talk about my son like that. He’s perfect.” Leo gave you a little stink eye, scarily similar to his father’s. “Oh so he’s your son now?” You humoured him, delicate fingers tickling the baby’s chin to which he gave a perfect little baby giggle, squirming on your husband’s lap.

Since the moment you got those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, Tony stepped away from everything, no more missions, limited time at Stark Industries and only a few hours in the lab each week. He dedicated every waking moment to catering to your needs. He cried when you learned you were pregnant with a little boy and then once again when he held little Leonardo Alexander Stark who was born on the first day of spring.

You should’ve known that little Leo would take after Tony. He couldn’t stand to be away from his dada for long, loving to be in the lab with him as he worked (on non-dangerous projects of course), even adopting the cute head tilt Tony did when he was confused by something. It was definitely a strange family bonding moment, when you would come down to feed him, sitting on the couch by his favourite lab bench specifically put there so you could breast-feed in comfort.

Leo looked up at his dad, completely mesmerised by his smile. “I’m the one that carried him for 9 months and it’s like I don’t exist except for milk.” “Aw don’t say that, he’s just a smart little man that wants to be just like dada. Huh baby?” He gave a nonsensical babble in response, turning in his spot to reach for the novelty mug, fascinated by the dark liquid inside.

“No no. That’s for grown ups, bambino.” He yanked the cup away from him and brought it to his lips so he could finally get some caffeine in his system. Leo’s dark eyebrows scrunched and you could practically see the gears turning over in his mind as he studied the cup and its proximity to him. A chunky arm moved away from holding Tony’s shirt and stretched out, almost like he was testing his reach but he quickly pulled the limb back to his small body.

As soon as Tony put the mug back down on the metal table, Leo’s arm shot out once more and he grabbed the handle tightly, smiling victoriously behind his dummy. You giggled and gently pried the cup from his surprisingly strong grasp, his glare returning. “So what have you been working on dear?” You gestured to the computer in front of him.

A slight dusting of pink spread across his scruffy cheeks. “Nothing.” You smirked, he was quite obviously hiding something. “Well it has to be something big, you were down here all night.” You teased, leaning back on your hands. “You missed bath time and you hate missing bath time.” Tony’s brown eyes avoided your gaze, focusing instead on your son who looked like he was plotting your demise for taking his dada’s favourite drink away from him.

“I just lost track of time.” He muttered. “Dada!” Leo shouted, a chubby finger pointing at you, like he was trying to get you in trouble. “Alright my little scientist, you need your breakfast.” With a considerable fight, you pried him from Tony’s arms and slipped from the table, pulling your shirt off to throw at your husband’s head.

Settling on the very very expensive couch, Leo calmed down, happy at the prospect of getting fed. You unhook one side of your nursing bra and Leo happily spit out his dummy into your hand, immediately latching onto your nipple. As your milk began to flow, you gave a big sigh, the pressure on your breast lessening.

You ran your fingers through his dark whips hair, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony watched on in awe, like he always did, but today he was quiet. Usually, he’d make little comments about how good your tits looked, a compliment you received every day, or how beautiful you were. “Tones? What’s wrong?” He shook his head, rubbing his facial hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. “My love, talk to me.” You reached a hand out, inviting him onto the sofa with you.

“I was just thinking about something last night.” “That’s dangerous.” He gave you a stink-eye but his shoulders relaxed, the tension having been broken. You bounced slightly as he plopped down beside you, snaking a strong arm around your thick waist, the other coming to rest on your big thigh. “He’s beautiful.” He whispered, like he didn’t want you to hear. “He is exactly like you, my love.” “I want another.” His eyes couldn’t meet yours, he seemed terrified. “Leo’s almost a year old now, and I was thinking, what if he had a little sister.”

Your heart melted. “How can you be so sure the next one will be a girl?” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Didn’t you know, I’m a genius, I know these things.” “Of course dear.” You dismissed. “What! You don’t believe me?!” He stood, pointing a finger at you. “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh you’re gonna get it. Today I make this vow, by this time next year, we will have a little girl. I vow it!” You laughed quietly, trying not to disturb your son. He gave a little grumble, one eye cracking open to glare at you, the same look his father was giving you at the moment. “Alright my love. If you’re sure you want to go through all this again, we can start trying for another.” Tony beamed that smile you loved so much, the same one he had when Leo was first born.

He delicately took your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. “I love you. You’ve given me so much and I have no idea how I will ever make it up to you.” “Keep being a wonderful father and husband.” You went in for another kiss but was interrupted by a small hand slapping your collarbone. You laughed and shifted Leo to your other breast, letting him continue his breakfast.

“You are a wonder.” “Organise a babysitter for this monster for this weekend and we’ll see about getting a jumpstart on making that little girl.” You had never seen Tony run so fast in your life.

One year later.

“Mama! Look at me!” Leo ran into your room, throwing himself onto the bed. Your hand shot out, catching his little head before he could face plant into your plump stomach. He scrambled back up to his knees, a huge smile on his face. “Mama! Look!” He threw his arms out in an attempt to show you what he was wearing. “Oh baby, remember, we gotta be quiet.” “Sorry mama.” He tried to whisper.

You smiled lovingly at him. “Now show me what you’re wearing.” “Like dada!” He whisper-yelled. Your little boy was wearing a small AC-DC shirt that he had gotten for Christmas with dark-wash jeans and an exact replica of the famous Tony Stark sunglasses. “Oh so handsome!” You praised, pulling the shirt down so it covered his chubby tummy. “Like dada?” “Even more handsome than dada!”

He squealed and laid a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “I resent that.” The raspy voice of your husband called out from the doorway. “Well this little man is the most handsome, smartest little boy on the planet.” You wrapped a soft arm around your boy to pull him closer to you, lathering his face with kisses that made him giggle.

Tony rounded the bed, big hand resting on Leo’s head as he pecked your forehead. “How are our girls doing?” The bundle in your arms squirmed, the noise interrupting her post-feed nap. “We’re good. She’s had a good long feed so I think she’ll be out for a while.” Leo pulled the blanket back slightly so he could get a good look at his little sister’s sleeping face. “Hi Nova.”

You and your husband stayed silent, lovingly watching Leo interact with his month old sister. Leo was utterly enamoured by her, especially since he picked out her name. “Mama, we dress up Nova too?” “Who do you wanna dress her as?” “Mama! Cause mama so pretty!” Your chest tightened with emotion. “Oh baby, you’re so sweet.”

“He’s just telling the truth.” Tony shrugged as he reached out and picked Leo up by his waist, setting him on his lap so they both could sit next to you. “We’re so lucky, mama and Nova are the most beautiful girls in the world.” Your son nodded frantically in agreement. “So pretty.”

You cupped Tony’s jaw. “And we’re lucky to have the most handsome men in the universe look after us.” “Love you mama.” “Love you too baby.” You laid a little kiss on his dark hair. “Are you tired love?” “Yeah, I could do with a nap.”

“How about we all have a little sleep together and then take this look out on the town.” “That sounds lovely.” Your voice was already slurring with the beginning of sleep. You shuffled further down your pillows so Nova could lay flat on your chest, Leo curling up in the crook of your arm and your head resting on Tony’s bicep.

Sleep overcame the three of you easily but Tony couldn’t tear his eyes away from his family. How had he denied himself this kind of joy for so long? How had he denied you this happiness? He loved you all so much, too much.

“Maybe one more wouldn’t be so bad.” He whispered to no one in particular. “I will cut off your balls.” You muttered sleepily. He looked down at you with literal heart eyes. “I know.”

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superdanverstrio · 2 years

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Beautiful in my eyes

Request: i was wondering if you could please write an insecure plus size reader with tony stark?

Request are open

Warning: people being mean on line, insecure fem!reader, body shaming.

pairings: Tony stark x fem!reader

Request by: @lilacprincessofrecovery

It was a beautiful day at the beach with Tony. He reserve a hole section of the beach just for you both to enjoy. It was going great until the paparazzi showed up without you both noticing anything.

They took pictures of Tony and You swimming together, kissing and others. Tony didn't announced your relationship to the public yet because he knew how people were and didn't want people commenting on your body. But now with all those pictures circulating on line your relationship was revealed to everyone with access to internet, and to say that people were really quick to judge is an under statement.

The next day everyone was talking about you, you were the centre of attention of social media and you absolutely hated it. Everyone had something to say, especially about your body.

• 'Who's that kissing him' • 'she's so fat' • 'she's probably just a quick fuck she won't be around in 2 days' • 'What could he see in her' • 'She probably paid him for those photos' • 'She’s way to fat for someone like tony stark'

And many other really mean comments like these. You told tony that you didn't mind but honestly your self-esteem was taking a big hit. The number of comments you were receiving in a minute on your social media was impressive, your phone was constantly going off with new notifications. You spent all your morning reading all the comments and crying because you thought most of those comments were right. You knew it wasn't a good idea to read them but you couldn't help yourself.

It really made you sad to see how many people thought they were better than you and that tony deserved way better. You would be lying if you said you never thought the same thing but reading other saying it was worse.

When Tony came back from his lab, he thought he would be greeted by you like everyday but you weren't at the door. He shrugged thinking you were probably in another room or just went out. He check all the room just in case. He reach your shared bedroom, you were sat on the edge of the bed with Your head in your hands sobbing. "Hey honey what's wrong?" He asked kneeling in front of you. You looked at him and just sobbed harder, he sat beside you and hugged you tightly, you hugged him in return and cried in his neck.

After a few minutes you're sobs died down and you detach yourself from tony. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. "yeah I'm fine." "Do you mind telling me what happened?" You sniffled and wiped your tears. "It's nothing don't worry about it." Then tony notice your phone buzzing every ten second and you anxiously glancing at it. He picked up your phone from the night stand, you tried to take it from him but he stopped you. "i want to see who's texting you so much." he clicked on the next message that popped up. It lead him to your Instagram account. He saw all the comments on your latest photo, which was you in a beautiful sun dress, he scrolled down and read a few of the comments.

You saw his face shift to anger the more he read the comments. "Tony it's fine, don't get work up about this." "No. Y/N its isn't fine. Why didn't you tell me you were receiving all those?" He asked. You looked down, not wanting to see his disappointing face. "I'm sorry, i just didn't think it was worth mentioning. And most of them are right anyway." He frowned and ask. "Right about what, baby." You look back at him and sight. "Tony, it's not a secret that I'm way bigger than what you're used to. You shouldn't be with someone like me. Your this amazing smart, billionaire guy. And I'm just me plan, chubby me. There's nothing special about me, and i just don't get why you would be with." You said tears falling freely again.

Tony took your face in his hand, made you look at him and kissed you deeply. "Y/N, you want to know why i love you? I love you for who you are, i love that you are so willing to put other before yourself, i love how you make me the best version of myself and most importantly i love your kindness and generosity towards everyone." He said when he pulled back. Even though you still had trouble believing your own worth, you had no problem believing that tony love's you anymore.

You smiled and kissed him again. "Thank you." He smiled and got up, he took both your hands in his and pulled you up as well. "Now, i don't want you to read any of those stupid comments, ok?" "Ok."

"Good, now go change into something nice." You looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Why? Where are we going."

"I I'm taking you out to dinner." He says. " Why?" " Do I need a reason to spoil my girl?" He said with a smug grin. "No you don't." You said smiling as well, going to the bathroom to prepare yourself.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

― pairing: tony stark x plus size!reader

― summary: after another successful anniversary, tony finds a new way to spice up dessert time.

― warnings: food play (obvi), teasing, that's really it, nothing too explicit.

― wc: 634

⋆ a/n: thank you @lilacprincessofrecovery for this request! i'm sorry it took me so long to get it done but here it is :]

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You always enjoyed your dates that you had with Tony. Admittedly, sometimes you wished they weren't so lavish and show offy, but that was just a part of him, so you wouldn't get far with complaining. Yes, he would miss some dates, but he'd always make sure to make them up to you, even if he was neck deep in the shenanigans that he and the other Avengers had managed to get themselves into.

Like tonight, it was you and Tony's anniversary, and there was no way in hell that he was going to miss, even if the world was on the brink of extinction, but luckily, the atmosphere had seemed calm. At first, he took you out shopping, sending you out with his black card as he followed close behind you, chauffeuring your bags. Then, he had them taken home where he then took you out for dinner at a lavish restaurant where he bought out the whole place so it was just you and him, despite taking the roof top view anyways. And now you were here, perched on the counter in Tony's kitchen as he retrieved strawberry's from his fridge.

"Thank you for tonight, baby." You said as you ran his fingers through his hair. He was stood between your spread legs as you fed each other the juicy fruit. "I had to parade you around somehow." You giggled and smacked his chest, shoving a strawberry between his lips. "Eat." He watched you as he took a bite, smirking around the food as he let out and overzealous groan. "You know what would go even better with this?" He asked between chews. "And what would that be?" You asked. He turned around, swiftly examining the contents inside of the fridge once more before turning around.

Your eyes then landed on a can of whipped cream.

"Tony," You said knowingly. "What? I'm not doing anything." Their was mischief written all over his face as he stepped between your legs once more. "Just open wide." You glared at his insinuation, but nonetheless did what he told you. Instead of the cream making it into your mouth, he sprayed some on the side of your mouth, some of it trailing down your neck. "Whoops," Tony said, "'Guess I got to clean you up." He licked the side of your mouth, pulling a small gasp from you. His teasing mouth didn't stop, trailing down your neck and sucking on the spot where he had missed.

You combed your fingers through his hair, surrendering yourself to him. You turned pliant under his palms, allowing him to pull back so that he can look you in your eyes.

"Take off your dress, I've got an idea." You didn't hesitate to rip the expensive garment off of you, tossing it hapazardly over your shoulder. "Lay on your back." You slowly lowered yourself down, your back arching at the feeling of the cold, expensive granite against your skin. "This better be worth my time, Stark." You said teasingly. He returned the same energy, nipping at your stomach lightly. You allowed him to decorate your chub with the sweet substance, Tony making a heart and then putting a 'T' in the middle of it.

You let out a laugh the quickly fell into a moan as he tongued at your skin. He then reached for the red fruit, dipping it into the T and taking a bite of it.

"I swear it tastes better since it's been on you." He spoke. You whined in embarrassment but allowed him to keep eating off of you once more. It was strangely pleasurable, the contrast of the cool whipped cream to the warm feeling of his velvet muscle. Your head fell back, your chest rising and falling as you all but practically purred.

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starrykites · 2 years

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ok i can’t get this out of my head.

imagine your f/o holding their arms around your hips and swaying with you to music.

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lilacprincessofrecovery · 2 years

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Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader//Rewrite the Stars

Warnings: Insecurity and paparazzi.

Song: Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya in The Greatest Showman

Word Count: 950

It had been 3 months since you and Tony Stark had gotten together. He wants to show you off to the rest of the world on an interview coming up. He had been wanting to for a while. He wants every one besides just the Avengers to know, but you don't want the paparazzi to ruin what you have. It's funny. You always wanted to have someone want to show you off and when a perfectly good man comes along and wants to do so you are too insecure about yourself to let him tell anyone. You just knew they would hurt you. He didn't want that and he didn't think they would. They've always been so accepting of him and his lovers and you were more important than just a lover; and he wants you to know he's serious about you and the world knowing. He's never been with a bigger girl before. To him the only way to show you he truly cares is to go to the rest of the world, publicize.

"Y/n… We need to talk…" You look up at the door from the couch in Tony's and yours' bedroom. You swallowed. He had his managerial, stern voice on as he opened the door and had his arms crossed at his chest beginning to lean against the door frame at the right of him. You were scared of what he had to say. You were afraid he may be getting rid of you; finally realizing that you two would never work. You gave him your attention without saying anything.

"You know I want you. It's not a secret I've tried to hide…" Tony rests a hand on your shoulder as he sits next to you. You look at your hands in your lap avoiding his gaze. You are as if a child being chastised. "Look…y/n. I know you want me… so don't keep saying our hands are tied…" You shake your head. "You'll be ashamed... You think it's easy. You think I don't want to run to you..." Tears well up in your eyes knowing what he wants now. "You're here in my heart. So, who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny…" "There are mountains and doors that we can't walk through… They won't get us. I'm… I'm not your type. I'm almost 2 times your size, Tony. It's ridiculous. We can't tell anyone." "I can't believe this. Are you saying we should break up?" "Maybe we should…" You got up and he grabbed your hand. "Y/n…" "No. I won't ruin your reputation. You aren't supposed to be with someone like me." "Someone like you? Someone like you. Someone who I've seen cry over a puppy dying in a movie. Or… you who I've seen giving your last pennies to charity. Or… you who stays up with me every night to love on you after a long day at work in the lab… you who asks me questions like you actually care about nuclear energy? You let me talk when anyone else would tell me to shut up. or you who lets me rest my head on your soft pillowy belly that I love so much?" He puts a hand on your tummy with a soft smile looking up at you. "y/N, what if we rewrite the stars? Nothing can keep us apart. Let's rewrite the stars…" You looked at his hand on your stomach and pulls away, crying now. "How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart and I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you. It's not up to me. When everyone tells us what we can be… Why is this so important to you? We can't change how people will see me. We can't 'rewrite the stars.'" She used air quotes. Tony sighs and kisses the top of your hand. "I just want them to know about the most precious diamond I have ever had in my hands. I don't care about how big or small my diamond is but if you think about it my diamond being bigger is just a plus side… I just want to share something important to me with the world; the world that I try to protect so often. I don't like hiding things from them too often. There will always be people who disapprove of something we do. We can't let them ruin my… our joy. It should be joyous for you too. We deserve to be able to tell people about how much we love each other. There's nothing different between us and every other celebrity power couple." He pulled her into his lap petting the back of her head against his chest. "Y/n…We can rewrite the stars." She looked up at him. "All I want is to fly with you. All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you. It feels impossible. Is it impossible?" Tony grins. "No it's possible. If they say ANY thing against my babe. I'll say something. It won't matter to me what they say about me. Hell, I know I am a very weird guy. I have a glowing light for a heart for God's sake. I'm also freakishly smart and heavenly attractive." He boasted.

She nods with a deep breath and a giggle. "Ok, you can tell them." Tony smiles wide nuzzling into her neck and rushes to get dressed for his interview. He happy he was allowed to tell the world about his beautiful woman. "Now I have it all."

"We can rewrite the stars."

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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i miss you

Flufftober Day 3: Morning Snuggles

Tony Stark x f! plus size reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: I'm a sucker for soft Tony. Please reblog if you liked the story and I'll see you all tomorrow for day 4! (it's one of my favorite prompts of the whole month)

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Mornings like these were far and few between. Tony came to bed in the early morning hours most nights and you had to get up early for work. It wasn’t very often when you both had the time to just lay together and exist.

You craved these moments of small intimacy, where you were able to see a side of him that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. During his waking hours, his worry and age were evident on his face. You cherished every wrinkle and line, they showed how much he cared, about the world, about you.

Bathed in the soft sunlight of the morning though, his face was clear of any of those signs. He looked more at peace in this moment than you had seen him in the entirety of your time together. You are content to just watch him, to memorize his features all over again, and to fall in love with everything about him.

His arm flexes in his sleep and pulls your body closer to his. Your face easily falls into the space between his neck and shoulder. Taking a deep breath you inhale everything that is Tony, he has a naturally woody scent and you can tell that he used your favorite body wash before he got into bed last night. You easily sigh and feel as the tension leaves your body.

You aren’t used to being held, past insecurities keep you from wanting your partner to feel your body even if it's innocent. But Tony had spent the first few months of your relationship doting physical affection onto you whenever he could. He would come up behind you while you were on the phone with a client and wrap his arms around your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your head before letting go. During movie night he made sure you’d be leaning into his side, sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair while the two of you only kind of watched whatever was on the screen.

The more affection he gave you, the more you began to crave it. Feeling loved in that way was addicting and you’d happily let Tony dote on you for the rest of your life if you could. Laying in his arms in the early morning has got to be one of your favorite things to do, and sometimes it makes you sad when you realize just how rare it is.

That is why you cherish moments like this one, where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do. Just laying in bed with the love of your life.

It's the rumbling of your stomach that wakes Tony up. The first thing he notices is how nice your hair smells. The second is how comfy he is with you in his arms and the third is the light that streams through the window. He wasn’t expecting to sleep this long, but he's glad he did. He loves these moments just as much as you do.

“Morning” he whispers against the top of your head.

“Good morning, Handsome you mumble right back into his shoulder.

He places one two three kisses against your temple and rolls over onto his back taking you with him. This new position has you resting your arms on his chest, laying your head on top of them, and gazing lovingly at the man beneath you.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, it always is. Tony’s mind is loud and fast-paced and he loves being able to relax in the moment with you. No words are necessary to share the love you have, just glances between the two of you are enough to know what the other is thinking.

Tony brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek and a gentle smile creeps up on his features. You’re sure you already have one on yours.

“I miss you,” he says. You almost don’t hear him, so wrapped up in your thoughts about how lovely he looks right now.

Your confusion is evident on your face. “Miss me? We sleep in the same bed, you see me all the time.”

“Yeah, I see you. But we don’t get moments like these. Where I can just be with you and not have to worry about the world or anything else. I miss being able to love on you whenever I want.”

“You can love on me whenever you want Tony, I’ll never say no to your love.” You tell him. The honesty and pure love oozes out of every word you say.

For a second Tony doesn’t know how to respond. He doesn’t think he’s ever been loved like you love him. He doesn’t ever want to live without it again.

“Good,” he says, and he pulls you closer once more. The two of you spend the rest of the morning in each other's arms. First in the bed and then when your stomach started making too much noise for Tony to be comfortable with, he took you to the penthouse kitchen and made you an omelet. One of the few things he's gotten really good at making by himself. When the two of you finished eating he pulled you to the big plush couch in the living room and laid his head on your chest.

Sweet nothings were whispered between the two of you for hours. And as morning turned to afternoon and then to night a promise was made. You both promised to do this every week, exist with each other, and soak in the love that you two shared. It was the easiest promise you’d ever made.

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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i would like a tony stark x insecure plus size reader where tony is gone for a while and his girl gains a lil bit of weight and shes afraid hell leave her for it or something like that? idk youre the writer!

The Way You Are

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, angst, body image issues, insecure reader, overthinking, anxiety, hurt/comfort, tony comforts the reader, weight insecurities, happy ending. past in italics.

A.N: hi @lilacprincessofrecovery thank you for this request, i've been wanting to write for tony the longest time and this is my first piece with him, i hope you like it.

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It had been two months, you stared at the mirror and then Tony’s side of the huge wardrobe. You grabbed one of his oversized band tees.

Thats when it happened, it fit a little too closely. Right over your stomach and sides. Not showing the curves in the best way or the way you knew Tony loved seeing you in his clothes.

You peel the t shirt off of your body. Hanging it back and moving towards your own clothes. Then the pang of ache hits you.

The t shirt smelled of his cologne, having you engulfed in his essence. You missed Tony. Terribly and utterly missed him.

The news wasn’t helpful and Tony never wanted to discuss anything on the phone calls about the missions. Only speaking about you and your day and how much he missed you.

The only respite were the videocalls and holograms of each other that Jarvis would be able to project, via the Iron Man suit for Tony and at home for you through minor enhancements made by his tinkering.

“Can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” Tony sighed as he peeled an orange.

“Can’t wait to be in your arms again.” You traced over his face over the screen of the StarkPad, “Are you sleeping okay? Eating okay?” You question, eyeing the orange.

He chuckles, “Am I not appealing without my cheese burgers and shawarmas?”

“Tony.” You shake your head, then chuckle at his pun.

“Made you laugh.” He pops the orange slice in his mouth.

“You always do.” You admire him.

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners and his dimple peeks out.

“I really miss you.” He says once again, “Been a month an a half and I swear I think I have an addiction to you just can’t sleep.”

“Why don’t you call me when you’re about to sleep? Could pretend to lay next to each other.” You offer frowning.

Tony shakes his head, “Timezones, baby. Can’t have you suffer at my expense, and anyways its just a while more. Insomnia has been my best friend for far longer.”

“Don’t let Rhodes hear you.” You laugh, he giggles.

He eats about half the orange and then yawns.

“You know I’m kind of sleepy.” You say, “Lay with me?”

“Are you trying to get me to nap?” He narrows his eyes but begins moving to his bed.

“J, do your thing.” Tony requests, a hologram of him appears on the bed, your hologram stands in front of him, mimicking how you both were currently.

“On it, Sir.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.” You say, climbing into bed, hand outstretched. Tony reaches for it as does his hologram for you.

“You’re very welcome, Ma’am.”

You both sigh. So close and yet so far.

Tony does manage to fall asleep, you stay watching over him, well, his hologram.

You grab the t shirt again, tears brim your eyes. You had just spoken to him an hour back and they were flying to another location. He would be gone for another few weeks and it was getting hard. The worry, the empty bed, the empty house which has seemingly everything and yet nothing.

“Hey Jarvis? Could you do a Body Mass Analysis for me?” You whispered stepping into the bathroom, over the calibrated tiles.

“Ma’am, I don’t think you should.” Jarvis tries to quell your wandering thoughts.

“Jarvis please.” You request, “Just tell me how much weight I’ve put on okay?”

“Ma’am the last time this happened, Sir was with you and I believe we need to hold off.” The AI says, you sigh.

“Good thing I keep an analogue scale as well.” You huff retrieving it.

“Ma’am—,”

“No Jarvis. I I have time before he comes back I can shed this all,” you stand on the scale, its about a few kilograms/pounds higher than before but you know you gained more inches.

The diet change combined with eating too much sweet to emotionally keep your worries at bay resulted in this. You poke at the rolls, missing Tony’s soft hold and warmth. He’d know what to say.

You keep clutching Tony’s shirt, “I can right?”

“Ma’am I do not think putting yourself under duress is what Mr. Stark would want for you.” Jarvis tries to reason.

“Do not tell him a word okay?” You say to the AI.

Jarvis stays silent.

“Jarvis. Please. I don’t want him worried while he is away.” You plead with the AI.

“He always worries about you. Always requests for updates. If he knows you are struggling, he could help.” The AI’s words send a pang of guilt.

“Ma’am, if I may, Mr. Stark always spoke highly of your beauty and still does to this date. Please try not to be hard upon yourself.” Jarvis continued, almost breaking protocol to call Tony to have him quell your increasing anxiety.

Your lips pursed as you consider his words.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t this big.” You mutter, then pull on the t-shirt, staring at the tightened places. If this was the situation then what would be the situation for the remaining clothes you used to fit into without being hard on your body and shape.

“Ma’am,” Jarvis says as though he is really trying but words fail him, you watch over your features, closing your eyes when that voice inside your head begins to win and every jab at you slices through.

“Mr. Stark is attempting a video call.” Jarvis announces.

You wince, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing the StarkPad.

“Hey there, kitten— oh!” Tony stares at you, your mind instantly tells you he doesn’t like what he sees, all he can see is rolls of skin and nothing appealing. You know he might just not want to come back to you, maybe you should take off somewhere when he returns, maybe-

“Y/N?” Tony calls put worried, you shake your head.

“Huh?”

“I said you look ravishing, are you teasing me?” He whispers, a smirk on his face.

“I um,” you blush, he thinks, he thinks you’re ravishing, still.

“God, what I’d do to be next to you, you know what it does to me seeing you in my clothes.” He bites his lip, eyes raking over you, “go on, step away let me see those gorgeous thighs and legs that wrap around my hips and head.”

“To-tony.” You stutter but stand, his voice coaxing you.

“Fucking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, fuck got me so fucking hard.” Tony takes a deep steadying breath, your face flushes and thighs clench.

“You know what is my favourite part about you wearing my clothes?” He questions, you look up, fiddling with the hem.

“Taking them off?” You tease, lifting the shirt slightly and his eyes follow your movements and then much to his dismay you walk towards the device.

“Hey! I was enjoying the view that is my girlfriend.” He pouts, making you laugh.

“Well come home and take it off.” You challenge. The voice begins to return.

“In a while, kitten. Just going to have my way with you and probably have us stay a six month vacation on an island, just you, me, ice cream,” He grins.

“And Jarvis.” You add.

“It would be my pleasure to accompany the two of you.” Jarvis pipes up and Tony shakes his head.

“Dum-E misses you.” You say, Tony sighs wistfully.

“I miss him too, I miss you more however.” He gives a sad smile, holding your gaze.

“I miss you more. Come back soon?” You request, Tony looks to the side muting the call before nodding at the person who entered his room.

“That was just Cap, we have to head out. I’ll try to be there soon okay? I love you.” He traces his fingertips over the screen.

“I love you too, Tony.” You watch as the suit is put on his face graces your screen as he speaks to you from the suit.

“You’re doing okay right?” He suddenly questions and you freeze.

“Um?”

“With everything, me being away and I just, I know you did not sign up for all of this, and I swear next time I’m not going on this long of a vacation, I miss you too much. My arms ache to be around you and my body misses your warmth.” He admits, you sigh.

“i, I’m okay, you should head out,”

“Y/N…” Tony doesn’t buy a word.

“Okay I’m not that great, it has been really hard without you.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“Oh baby,” Tony looks right into your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you. Tell me, tell me what can I do to make it better.” He pleads.

You bite your lip, blinking back tears, “You can’t.” Your resolve breaks, a sob breaks past your lips.

“Tell me, please, baby, please. I’m, I’m so sorry, I love you so much.” Tony stops mid-flight path, Jarvis announces to the others he’s hanging back. He couldn’t have you broken down this way, he had to help you.

“Come back, I know you can’t, so it, there is no point in me saying anything. I’m, I’ll be okay, I don’t want to worry you okay? i’ll talk to you tomorrow, go beat some bad guy ass.” You give a watery chuckle to distract him, wiping the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop.

You hit end call. Requesting Jarvis to not let Tony’s calls come through, to tell him you were in the shower.

His cologne surrounds you as you stay curled up in bed, the tears don’t stop. They don’t fucking stop. You sniffle exhausted. Sleep lingers at the periphery coaxing you under.

Dreams provide a semblance of peace, a moment of comfort, dreaming of Tony wasn’t rare. You took what your mind gave you. His lips brushing over your forehead, cheeks and his fingertips tracing along your back and sides, softly brushing under his shirt, pulling you closer.

You feel the warmth of the arc reactor he wore the light softened for the night, hidden under the black tank he wore. You softly trace a path from his bicep to elbow, then back up.

“You’re awake?” he murmurs, you look up into his dark eyes. Tiredness overtakes his features.

“Awake?” You wince at the dryness of your throat, Tony shifts, grabbing the water bottle at the side. You take small sips handing it back.

Looking outside and then at the time it’s been ten hours since you last saw the time. You look back at Tony. Then down to where his arms were, his shirt had ridden up, your eyes brimmed with tears, at him being back or the insecurity of him leaving you couldn’t decipher.

You sit up, nerves getting the best of you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He wipes your tears, “I got back half an hour ago, I have breakfast too.”

“What about the mission?” You question, knots tying in your stomach.

“I needed to be here more.” He says, still stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m here and I’ve got you okay? I love you, whatever is hurting you, you can tell me when you’re ready. As long as you need me to hold you I will.” He gazes into your eyes, sealing his words with a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Tony,” You blink back the tears, “Am, am i still beautiful to you?”

The way your voice sounds so worried and so small breaks his heart.

“Kitten, you’re absolutely beautiful and gorgeous.” He says, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“I, I couldn’t—your shirt doesn’t fit right and—,”

“I think it looks so damn sexy.” He interrupts with determination, you huff out.

“Tony.” You lose your train of thought, he gleams when you take in his words.

“Baby, your weight does not change what my heart feels for you, what my mind conjures up for you, who my hands search for in an empty, unknown bed, it is always you, it will always be you. I know these past days were hard on you, I wish I was there better. I’m here now and I want to tell you, you are perfect, don’t care what the scales say, as long as you’re healthy and happy.” He presses kisses all over your face.

“You mean that?” Your voice is still small, eyes searching to catch a lie, mind waiting to turn and twist his words but it cannot.

“Every word, every syllable. I love you for you.” He strokes your cheek.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“Want to have some Breakfast?” He question, you nod with a smile. Tony turns to the side and somehow Dum-E was bringing the arranged tray with ease.

“Best lil guy.” Tony praises and the bot whirrs happily, he pats Dum-E after taking the tray. Dum-E nudges his hand for more pats.

“Dude I’ve got my girl I need to give attention too.” Dum-E whirs and shifts towards you, distracting you from Tony.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing this?” He raises a brow at you.

You giggle, continuing to give Dum-E your attention.

You feel Tony’s hands on your sides, he shifts so you’re sitting with your back against him chest. Dum-E moves away. You snuggle against Tony’s chest. Then you freeze.

“Hey, none of those thoughts okay? I want you comfortable and cuddled up, love it when you snuggle into me and there isn’t any place for even air to get between us.” He presses his lips to your temple.

“I, it, it, is hard.” You sigh, looking up at him, turning to face him.

“One day at a time okay? I know it is hard, I also know and have seen how strong you are, your resilience and your ability to give yourself the love you shower onto me. Its okay if you are not able to be strong or give yourself love right now.” Tony strokes your cheek.

“I’m here to do that for you.” He rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” He says the lines said by you to him, when he questioned all his actions while struggling with his life after being taken, after New York.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” You whisper back, his lips brush over yours, as he cups your face gently to deepen the kiss.

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vilentia · 1 year

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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I want to ask a smut with fluff, Tony Stark x reader! Morning sex 🥵 slow, hot, full of love but with some dirty talk because we're talking about Tony 😏

Perfect

Tony Stark x plus size reader

The best way to start the day

Warnings: somnophilia (previous consent given), spooning sex, quickie, relationship not defined, dirty talk, unprotected sex

WC: 659

A/N: Take this poll to help me rewrite the MCU!

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A moan bubbled from your throat as hips rolled against yours and pleasure shot up your spine. “Fuck, feel so good babydoll.” A raspy voice spoke into your neck, hot breath being blown against your quickly heating skin. Your eyes fluttered open but quickly closed again as he thrust himself in deeper, his fat cock stretching you open. Blankets thrown from the bed so he had more room to manipulate your body.

The warmth of Tony’s body behind you and the feel of his big calloused hands holding you tight, one on your plump thigh which had been hiked over his waist, the other between your head and the pillow, fingers resting on your neck, sent you higher and higher. “T-Tony.” His teeth clamp down on your ear lobe as you clenched tightly around him.

“Good morning love.” He grunted. You reached behind you and buried your hand in his hair, the other bracing yourself against the mattress. “I couldn’t resist you. Lookin so pretty, so sexy. Had to have you. You don’t mind, do you.” He asked like you could ever say no to him. His thrusts were powerful and desperate, punching directly into your cervix.

“You’re insatiable.” You moaned, rocking back into the genius, matching his thrusts. “It’s your fault for being so fucking breathtaking. I need to be in you all the time.” A gasp escaped your lips as the underside of his cock rubbed the small bundle of nerves that made goosebumps explode all over your skin. Your nails dug into his scalp but that only urged him on.

Early morning light illuminated the sweat on your skin and the bruises on your wide hips and breasts from last night. Tony’s hand slipped down your leg to the apex of your thighs where you were joined. “God this is the best way to wake up.” His voice was becoming strained, a tell-tale sign of his end. “Your cunt is always so wet and ready for me. Like it was made for my cock, like you were made for me.”

The tips of his fingers rubbed quick, tight circles on your clit, your head was thrown back, your breath coming out in pants. “Oh god Tony.” “Yeah that’s right, only I can make you feel this good. Isn’t that right babydoll?” Your juices ran down your leg, shimmering in the sunlight. “Yes! Yes!” “Good girl. Cum for me, soak my fucking cock.”

With one last thrust directly to your g-spot and a particularly quick twist of his finger on your clit, you exploded around him. “Tony!” Your pussy tightened around him almost painfully, trying to keep his cock as deep as possible within you. He moaned in your ear before quickly pulling out, spilling his cum on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, the thick seed so hot it felt like it was burning you.

You felt Tony relax behind you, slumping back into the silk sheets. You sighed and rolled onto your front, thoroughly exhausted. “I need a nap.” “You just woke up.” You turned your head to glare at Tony, who was currently basking in the afterglow, signature smirk on his lips. “And whose fault is that.”

“Obviously not mine.” You rolled your eyes. “Ass.” A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you to his side. You settled against him, eyes closing once more as you pressed yourself to the toned planes of his body, the aftermath of your orgasm quickly putting you back to sleep.

As soon as your breathing evened out, Tony ran his fingers delicately up and down your back, smiling soft as you shivered and snuggled closer, your breasts pressing into him causing his cock to harden once more. Maybe taking a day off won’t be too bad if he can wake you up with his cock once more.

He’d give you twenty more minutes before he’d wake you up again with his tongue in your pussy.

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