#tony stark drabbles

[fbfh]

happy 55th birthday to the one and only genius billionaire superdad philanthropist! let's discuss the question on everyone's mind.

What do you get for the genius billionaire superdad philanthropist that has it all? That’s something you’ve been asking yourself for years every time Tony’s birthday rolls around. He used to throw elaborate parties every May 29th that would sometimes turn into several day long benders, but ever since you came into his life, that’s dropped off significantly. Now he opts more for a public gala of some sort about a week before his actual birthday, that way he can go totally dark and spend the whole day with you and the other people he cares about. He still remembers that first birthday after you came into his life.

If he’s had you since you were a baby, he knew IMMEDIATELY that things were going to be quiet this year. Even if that meant he spent the whole day in a ball of anxious existential self doubting dread without the liquor and bodies and noise to silence it. But he didn’t care. Somehow the idea of throwing some big party while his baby was upstairs waiting for him made him feel worse. Maybe Pepper insisted on something, some kind of classy, evening cocktail party to celebrate. Tony spent the whole time sneaking peeks at your baby monitor until he was eventually able to slip away and spend the rest of the night hidden in your nursery, with you cradled against the soft fancy fabric of his tux. He sat in both your favorite chair, the really smooth gliding rocking chair, rubbing your back and talking to you about everything that was on his mind, even though you were too young to process any of it. 

“Still good for your development, neurologically.” He said to you playfully. “At least, that’s what the experts are saying when they’re not changing their minds about car seats and sleep safety. When are those guys gonna get on the same page?”

He had asked it rhetorically, but you looked up at him with your big old baby eyes and giggled. You giggled as if you were saying tell me about it, like you understood him. 

That was his birthday present that year. 

Or alternatively, if you came into his life when you were a kid through some sort of wacky misadventure Iron Man prequel/addition (my personal favorite is shoehorning baby stark in between Iron Man 2 and 3. Iron Man 2.5 if you will) So you’re maybe around 10 or so, and you’re FREAKING the hell out because not only do you apparently have a dad that’s actually super nice and cool and attentive and responsible (despite what some people think) and actually a really really really incredible dad (again, despite what some people think. Cough cough TMZ) but now it’s his birthday soon. And it’s his first birthday that you’ve been around for, so you KNOW you’re really gonna have to do something great to show him how much you love him and how grateful you are for him (woohoo insecure and anxious attachment on both ends! Rhodey’s about to gift you both family therapy! /hj) 

The problem is Tony is a very attentive dad. Usually not a problem, but now you cannot find anywhere that isn’t secure and safe and monitored to work on his present in secret. You ask him in a totally casual not suspicious at all way if Jarvis tells him everything, or if Jarvis can keep secrets. He asks what sort of secrets and you’re like yknow. 10 year old child not suspicious at all secrets. Normal secrets. The uje. (use? How are we visually shortening usual?? Youushe??? You get my point.) so he gets an idea and says yeah, Jarvis can TOTALLY keep secrets. 

Then he sets up the secrets secrets are no fun protocall. 

He starts not only monitoring all the secrets you tell Jarvis, like how you believe mermaids are real, but also analyzing body language and vitals to make sure none of the secrets you’re telling Jarvis are the kind a grown up should know about. Thankfully it’s just a bunch of random harmless stuff, like how you think Max Goof from a goofy movie is cute or how you think you can secretly talk to cats. Kid stuff. But after a little while, you start asking Jarvis for help figuring out what you’re going to do for your dad’s birthday, and he turns the protocall back off. You… you wanted to know if Jarvis could keep secrets from him so you could surprise him with a birthday present that he’d love. Honestly, that alone is all the gift he could ever want or need. He’s so deeply touched by what a compassionate, creative kid you are that he needs to take a minute. Eventually when his birthday rolls around and you show him a bunch of craft projects you made for him - air dry clay and shrinky dink christmas tree ornaments, construction paper handprint turkeys, just a whole mess of construction paper and glitter glue and pipecleaners and paint. He is so touched and so confused, but when you explain what it is - a year’s worth of presents and pop up cards and crafts, “to catch up on what we missed” he actually can barely process how much love and adoration that fills him with. He pulls you into the tightest hug. He kisses the top of your head. He gets a little misty eyed. And every birthday from that first one together onwards are tied for first place in his mind.

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[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Baby Trappers AU Masterlist

Stories including some devious men with a breeding kink.

Wicked Games | Steve Rogers | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

So I | Bucky Barnes | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Crash and Burn | Tony Stark | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

No Sugar Tonight | Brock Rumlow | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Long Snake Moan | Loki | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Bittersweet Symphony | Thor | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

[mostly-marvel-musings]

How about “nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore” + using sex to get our favorite insomniac Mr. Stank to take a break from work and come to bed?

Old tricks

A/N: I was waiting for this prompt, can’t believe it was in my inbox the whole time and I missed it. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ sex themes, fluff

Tony Stark Masterlist

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“How long has it been since he last took a nap, FRI?” You sighed, closing the book you were currently reading before stifling a yawn.

Thirty eight hours and counting, Mrs. Stark.

He was at it again. After promising that he would join you in bed early today, Tony Stark was still in the basement, nose deep in inventing yet another device that would potentially save the universe.

Rolling your eyes you threw the sheets off of your legs, rummaging through your closet to find the oldest trick in the book of ‘Getting your husband to obey’.

A set of lingerie was usually your go to but tonight, you decided on going down to his lab wearing nothing but a silky robe that you planned on discarding the moment he would lay eyes on you.

Overriding his protocol with FRIDAY’S help, you entered his lab and were met with an immediate blast of cold air; it fortunately worked in your favour, pebbling your nipples and making them evident against the flimsy piece of fabric.

Your husband stood hunched over his table that displayed varied diagrams and models with a blue glowing light that made his features appear exhausted. He probably was. Not that he would ever admit.

“Hello husband.”

You murmured, hugging the man from behind and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his tight muscles against your soft flesh, the contrast making you frown.

Tony sighed, melting against your touch immediately, as his hands stopped working to cover yours in a reassuring way.

“Are you planning on warming your side of the bed any time soon? Perhaps your wife would like some company too..”

Turning in your arms, he leaned in to kiss your lips in a wordless apology before stopping, his strained eyes grazing down your form, taking you in.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“What?” You feigned innocence, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the front of your robe, beginning to unfasten the ties.

Letting out a defeated grunt, Tony’s head planted itself against your shoulder, stopping your movements at once.

“Nope. No. Nada. No using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore.” You grinned because his voice lacked conviction, and the fact that he hadn’t pushed you away meant you had already won.

“Isn’t it?”

You smirked, undoing the belt completely now to reveal what the robe barely covered. Opening an eye, Tony drank your glorious self in, not finding enough reason to resist. With your nipples turned into buds and the glistening between your thighs, he was powerless.

Tony Stark simply wasn’t built to resist your persuasion.

Taking the robe off completely, you stepped back and turned to head out of his lab, throwing the robe over the shoulder with a knowledge that it had probably landed on his head.

“You’re just gonna wander around the house naked now?” He called after you, cock stirring in his pants at the sight of your curves sashaying their way out, just for him as you shrugged in response.

“Maybe I’ll try another good old trick. Perhaps that toy you designed for our anniversary?”

There was a curse word uttered under his breath before Tony Stark shut off his lab for the night and made a beeline in your direction, refusing to let his wife pleasure herself with anything that wasn’t his cock or tongue.

Find Part 2 here!

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Blueprints For Forever ~Drabble

Summery: Y/N finds Tony’s hidden file: blueprints for a home designed entirely for her, every room inspired by a memory they shared.

Characters: Tony Stark x f!reader

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She wasn’t snooping.

Not exactly.

She’d just opened one of Tony’s encrypted folders on his tablet labeled “Y/N—do not open unless you love surprises.”

So, naturally, she opened it.

Blueprints spilled across the screen: a modern lakehouse, a cozy rooftop garden, a library full of her favorite titles, a closet already filled with shoes she’d once admired in passing. Room after room designed around memories—her laugh in a rainstorm, their first movie night, the time she fell asleep in his arms reading a trashy romance novel.

At the bottom was one final file: “Our Future.”

She was still crying when he walked in behind her and whispered, “Say yes, and I’ll build it brick by brick.”

-the end

[stowawaymuffin]

Naive Peter being brushed up against by Tony, each caress getting bolder than the other. Peter thinks that it’s all normal and Tony sees no reason to correct him.

It starts out relatively tame with a simple graze against his waist as he stands behind him at his work bench, and a hand at the back of his neck to redirect him to where Tony wants him to look.

This quickly turns into full on back hugs, and Tony resting a hand on Peter’s thigh on the couch during movie night.

Peter thinks nothing of it, convinced that this is just how the older man is, and Tony has no problem indulging in the boy’s oblivious willingness.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Talk 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: Your boss is a funny guy, but there's something else about him that puts you on edge. (maid AU)

Note: he's here.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You set another shining glass on the shelf behind the bar. The work is a bit tedious but you make sure all is perfect. As you turn back to grab another, wiping clean any streaks left by the wash, a shadow wanders in from the tall doorway. 

Mr. Stark rubs his eyes as he walks blindly across the spacious room at the top of Stark Tower. His robe is slack on top, his nudity barely concealed by the lazily tied belt. He groans and yawns as he approaches the bar. He drags his hands back and combs out the silver tufts at his temples. 

“Damn, long night,” he grits out. “Get me a whiskey, honey.” 

You don’t mention the time or his dishevelled state. You just smile and oblige him. That’s the thing about Mr. Stark. He’s a very out there sort of guy. Given all his money, many would say eccentric. As his maid, it isn’t your place to question him either. 

“On it, Mr. Stark,” you beam brightly. He winces. 

“Ugh, jeez, the sunshine’s nice but for the last time, it’s Tony, Mr--” 

“Stark is your father,” you finish for him. “I know.” You put down a fresh glass and uncap his special brand of whiskey. 

He leans on the bar and scoops up the glass before you finish, spilling a drop onto the surface. You quickly sop it up with a cloth. You put away the bottle in the cabinet and he sighs. 

“Last night was...” he stops and snickers. “Long.” 

“Busy, I’m sure,” you agree as you turn back to your work. He is a hero and you imagine he has a lot of late ones. 

“Oh, yeah, you wouldn’t believe it. This woman. Mmm.” 

“Is she okay? Did she get hurt? You saved her right?” You spin to face him. 

He laughs again, “I was off duty.” 

You nod, confused, but don’t ask what he means. He says a lot of things that just kind of go over your head. It’s just who he is. Always joking around. You’re surprised given that he chose to take on such a serious role. An Avenger of all things. 

“How about you pour yourself a glass, honey?” He slurps and slams down his empty glass. 

“Oh, I can’t. I’m working.” 

“Right, but I’m your boss.” 

“Yeah, but... I wouldn’t do a very good job if I was tipsy,” you shrug and set another glass away. 

“Light weight?” He wonders. 

“Sensitive tummy,” you answer with another bright grin. “The cleaner dropped off your suit for tonight.” 

“Great,” he says with less approval than the word would suggest. He watches you and you carry on. “How long have you been here?” 

“Just a bit. I just got started on all this. Didn’t get much further than clearing up the empties,” you explain. 

“Mm, how about you go work on the bedroom. I left a mess in there,” he reaches over the bar and grabs the bottle of whiskey, twisting free the blocky stopper to swig directly from the neck. 

“Sure, uh, I’ll finish this after then,” you step back from the rows of glasses. “Anything else? Maybe some coffee?” 

“Nah, this will wake me up,” he wiggles the bottle and spins away. 

You leave him as he goes to the couch and flops down. The drinking isn’t new. You would be concerned if you had any place to be. Of course, who wouldn’t worry about the world’s best hero being a lush? 

You head off to his bedroom with a bounce in your step. You’re thankful for what you have. It’s nice working in Stark Tower. You try not to mention to the other women at the agency all the perks. Usually a free meal and a few gift cards out of gratitude. Your work isn’t difficult, even if the place is humongous. 

The bedroom door is open as you approach. You sweep inside. The curtains are drawn, the space dim. You go over to the floor length drapes and pull the cord to part them, letting in the morning. You hear a whine and turn to find a pear-shaped bottom, naked and defined, right out in the cold. You nearly let out a squeal yourself. 

“Ugh, my head,” the brunette groans and rolls over, hugging the silky duvet, “close that, Ton.” 

You clear your throat. She doesn’t react. She merely buries her head under arm and grumbles. You look around then swing your arms awkwardly as you move cautiously around the room. You tidy up the little things, trying not to make too much noise. 

“Goddamn, what are you doing?” A pillow hits your back and you turn to face the woman as she sits up, her supple chest exposed. “Tony! Ahhhhh!” She shrieks and you cover your ears. “Who the fuck are you?” 

You wince and show your teeth. You press your hands to your cheeks and sink into your shoulder, “I’m the maid.” 

“The maid!? Where--” She looks around, “where is Tony?” 

“He’s having a drink--” 

“So what? He sent you to show me the door? God, I know he’s slimy but fuck’s sakes,” she pushes herself off the bed and scoops up her dress from the floor. 

“Can I steam that for you?” You offer. She is a guest after all. 

“Get the fuck away from me,” she holds her arm out and flicks her fingers in your direction. 

You flinch, “alright, uh, coffee--” 

“Oh, would you go!? I need to get out of here. Urgh!” She throws the wrinkled dress over her head and grabs her heels from the floor. “I can’t believe that bastard. Couldn’t even give me a Berkin.” 

She storms out and you stare after her. You frown. You hope Mr. Stark doesn’t think you said anything wrong. You were perfectly nice. 

You sniff and go to the bed to tidy the sheets. A strip of black lace falls free. You pick up the panties in a pinch and look to the door. You scurry around and into the hall. 

“Miss! You forgot--” 

She’s gone. You stop, still holding up the panties. You shake your head. They are entirely impractical. Your cheeks would be chafing. 

“Oh, those are sexy,” Stark’s voice draws you around and he winks. You blanch at the under wear in your hand and hide them behind your back. “Yours?” 

“Sir, uh... no... your guest, er, left.” 

“Ah, yes, her,” he scoffs. “Forgettable.” 

“Mm, okay, uh, well, I suppose I’ll just toss these.” You say. 

“What a waste. How about you give ‘em a quick wash and try em on,” he snickers. 

“Sir, you’re so silly,” you shake your head. “I gotta finish making the bed.” 

“Go on, get on it. You deserve the break,” he purrs as he follows you, stopping at the doorway as you enter.  

You ignore him and put the panties on the night table. You shake out the duvet and drop the corner, suppressing a gasp at the stains on the sheet. Oh. 

“What’s the matter, honey?” He asks. 

You shake off your revulsion, “just remembered,” you grab the pillows and strip off the covers, “laundry day.” 

“Is it?” He hums. 

“Yes, sir, uh, Tony,” you pull down the corners of the fitted sheet. 

“Too bad,” he tuts. “Was looking forward to a lazy day in bed.” 

“I can get a fresh set,” you offer as you crumple up the bedding near the foot of the frame. 

“Bah, fuck it. No use laying in bed alone,” he mutters. “What was it you said about coffee?” 

[fbfh]

Okay having a BAD start to my day so here’s some stuff that Tony does because he’s an overprotective loving son of a bitch! 

First of all. I hate to say it. Babe, you are going to be chipped. You’re gonna end up with a little microchip in the back of your neck or behind your ear. There are articles online like why you actually CAN’T microchip your child: a guide for helicopter moms and Tony sees those and laughs. He also will put trackers inside your shoes (he does the same with Pepper) so next time one of you god forbid gets kidnapped or yoinked by aliens it’ll be just a tad easier to find you! Also one time you lost one of your favorite shoes to a sewer grate in NoHo and cried about it for a week. Tony started chipping your shoes after that and you haven’t broken down in the middle of NoHo since so you really have him to thank for that. Also OBVIOUSLY he makes sure the trackers are completely dormant and inaccessible to anyone and everyone unless it’s ACTUALLY an emergency and he needs to find you or he’s genuinely worried about your safety. Otherwise it’s just a little bit of plastic and silicone that you don’t even know is there. 

Also I’ve mentioned this before but he absolutely will hook up Jarvis to monitor your vitals (you do the same to him. So does Harley. Peter is the last one to find out about this. Anxious attachment squad.) so you can keep an eye on each other. But it’s kind of funny because both you and Tony think it’s individually your idea and don’t mention it to each other for obvious reasons, but when Pepper is waiting with you for Tony to get back from some very minor battle or threat or avengers business, watching you pace around the conference room in Stark Tower unable to relax until your dad is back, she can’t help but think how you look exactly like him right now. Like your body language, your gestures, your expression… it really is in your blood. So when you bring up a holoscreen and ask Jarvis to show you your dad’s vitals, tracking information, suit status etc., Pepper just laughs. She has seen Tony do the EXACT same thing to you countless times, and she knows he’s going to be fine. She just shakes her head. 

Also if you like jewelry you better believe you and Tony have a running deal where every time he has to leave and can’t bring you with him, or almost dies, or gets injured, or has to deal with some other world saving bullshit that he can’t bring you along with for objective safety, he gets you a new charm for your charm bracelet. This happens… more often than either of you would like, and you currently have at least 2 or 3 charm bracelets sterling silver or platinum or 24k gold (or if you’re like me unplated white gold) depending on what metal you prefer. All of them are stuffed to the fucking gills. They’re so heavy you had to stop wearing them all at the same time cause you were getting wrist strain. It’s a little hilarious in a way. But that gives both of you something to hold onto. It’s such a small, grounded tradition that there are times where Tony has thought okay, wrapping this up. I promised my kid a new charm after this. Sometimes you’ll go through and touch all the different charms on your bracelet while you wait anxiously for whatever it is to wrap up, reminding yourself that he’s going to be back soon and he’ll probably take you right down to Tiffany’s or Cartier immediately after getting cleared by the medic. Then cheeseburgers. It’s a nice little tradition for both of you to wind down a little. 

Or alternatively if you’re more masc/don’t wear as much jewelry, Tony goes the dogtags route. It starts off with him giving you the dogtags Rhodey gave him after the whole kidnapped in a cave incident when you were a kid. They were more of joke dogtags since they’d been going back and forth about this trip to demonstrate Jericho making him an honorary veteran. Low thread count sheets, lack of air conditioning, all these jokes about Tony having to rough it on a military base for a trip. Rhodey had them made but after what happened it… didn’t feel funny anymore. So Tony gives them to you to hold onto, either as a necklace that he adds onto or as the first charm on your bracelet. If you’re a bracelet person he also had the original chain made into the chain of your bracelet, and kept the extra to make you more in the future. 

Regardless, being a Stark means you’re a trend setter even if you don’t want to be. Even if you’re reclusive as a cryptid there’s still so many social media accounts and tags dedicated to the “nepo baby stark aesthetic”. Of course, that means that chunky charm bracelets and/or maximalist dogtag necklaces become a HUGE trend. A staple, even. And whenever you see videos on tiktok that are like “how to get the nepo baby stark look with your charm bracelet/necklace, buy this set of quirky eclectic charms from tiktok shop!” it just makes you laugh. You probably keep the meaning of it private for obvious reasons, but it’s kind of refreshing to feel a vague sense of solidarity with so many people while still knowing that theirs isn’t because their dad keeps almost dying and stopping the world from being suplexed by any combination of the big three, as Sam calls them. Aliens, androids, wizards. Maybe you make a parody on your tiktok like “how to get the nepo baby stark look from the actual stark nepo baby: step one, have a dad that’s constantly in mortal danger for the safety of humanity at large, then guilt trip him into buying you a charm every time you or him or both of you almost die! You’ll fill it up real fast that way lol” and then you don’t post for three months. Truly an icon. 

[airas-story]

Morgan dragging Stephen into playing doctor with her and Tony into playing patient

Stephen stared bemusedly at the stethoscope Morgan had handed him. The surprisingly nice stethoscope. He expected most kids had toy stethoscopes; this was not just a real stethoscope, this was a Littman. Those weren’t cheap.

“You want me to… play doctor.” He tried not to laugh. “I am well qualified for the job.”

Morgan nodded. “You’re the doc,” she said, the tone exactly like her dad.

“All right,” he agreed. “How is my patient doing today?” He observed her. “You’re looking in fine health.”

Morgan glared. “I’m not your patient,” she said. “I’m the nurse.”

Stephen blinked, surprised. “Oh. I see. Where’s my patient, then?”

“I set him up with an IV! he’s waiting for you!”

Terror hit him. Had Morgan stuck someone with a needle!? Had someone let her? She was six!

“Come on,” Morgan said brightly, skipping away.

Stephen followed Morgan down the hallway, unsurprised when he they entered Tony’s bedroom to find Tony laying in bed, sucking on a lollipop, and working on his tablet.

Tony looked up as Stephen walked in. His expression turned serious. “Thank god you’re here,” he said. He gestured at where he was laying in bed. “I’m gravely ill.” He paused. “Clearly.”

[amethystarachnid]

A drabble of grumpy stark and clingy & funny af y/n please?

much love! 💞

GRUMPY TONY STARK WITH A FLIRTY READER - A Drabble

You steal his wrench mid-tinker. He glares. You wink. “Trade you for my number.” He snatches it back. “I already have it.” “Then why aren’t you using it?”

“Stop humming.” Tony grumbles over his coffee. You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “Make me.” He shoves a donut in your mouth. “Temporary fix.”

You blow him a kiss during a meeting. He deadpans. “This is serious.” “So are my lips. Wanna see?”

“You’re distracting me.” “From what? Your brooding?” You plop onto his lap.

“JARVIS, lock her out.” “Afraid I can’t do that, sir. She bribed me with cat videos.” You smirk. “AI’s got taste.” Tony groans. “Traitor.”

He catches you doodling hearts on his blueprints. “Vandal.” You bat your lashes. “Artist.” “Same thing.” “Then arrest me.” He mutters. “Tempting.”

And once you tow get together...

Tony claims he doesn’t cuddle. Yet every morning, you wake up with his arm slung over your waist like a possessive octopus. "This is a security measure," he grumbles. "You steal blankets."

Movie night. You pick a rom-com. He groans. "I’d rather rebuild an engine blindfolded." Ten minutes in, he’s critiquing the science. You kiss him mid-rant. "Still talking?" He shuts up.

You wear his MIT hoodie. He tries to act annoyed. "That’s vintage." You spin. "Looks better on me." He tugs you closer. "Debatable." Then steals it back—only to hand it to you the next day.

"Stop leaving Post-its on my suits." You grin. "Or what?" He pulls one off the Iron Man armor—"Kissed by the best <3"—and smirks. "I’m charging you for vandalism. Payment due in kisses."

"Tony. Tony. Tony." "What." "Love you." He sighs. "I was this close to a breakthrough." You poke his cheek. "Breakthrough this: say it back." "...Love you. Now go away." (You don’t.)

He buys you ridiculous gifts—a mini arc reactor nightlight, a coffee mug that says "Stark’s Favorite Distraction." You tease him. "Sentimental much?" He scoffs. "Tax write-offs." (The blush says otherwise.)

You dance in the kitchen. He pretends to hate it. Then his hands slide to your hips. "Fine. One song." FRIDAY "accidentally" loops it. He doesn’t complain.

Press asks about his "mysterious girlfriend." He deadpans. "She’s a menace." You wave at cameras behind him. "Hi, I’m the menace!" He drags you away—but not before you see his smirk.

[bellamyarcade]

C/W: collection of drabbles, lots of implied smut/mild(?) sexual content, innuendo, fluff, and little else. Please see warnings at the top of each post.

NOTES: Haven’t written in a while and writing full-on smut is still rather intimidating so I’ll start by dipping my toe in first, just to test the waters.

Also, I only write for Marvel characters so far. If you wanna suggest a character for this drabble collection, send me an ask ☺️

IMPLICATIONS — various pairings

ACHE — Steve Rogers x fem!Reader BURN — Matt Murdock x fem!Reader CRAVE DROWN — Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader EXPLORE FRENZY GASP — Pietro Maximoff x fem!Reader HUNGER — Loki x fem!Reader INSATIABLE JOLT — Thor x fem!Reader KISS — Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader LUSH — Tony Stark x fem!Reader MERCY — Sergei Kravinoff x fem!Reader NEED — Yelena Belova x fem!Reader OBSESS PLAY — Johnny Storm x fem!Reader QUIVER RAVISH — Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader STARVED TANGLED — Sam Wilson x fem!Reader UNDONE — Bob Reynolds x fem!Reader VELVET WICKED — Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader YANK ZEALOUS

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Could you do a Steve Rogers x reader where he constantly gets distracted by the reader bc he has a crush on her

A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve written anything for the MCU. Enjoy! I didn’t have much time today, so this is just a quick drabble that can be read before the actual story/one-shot. I haven’t decided on the ending yet, but there will definitely be some angst. I’m still unsure if it’ll have a happy ending or not.

Fictober Challenge

“So Cap, what’s the mission now?” Sam asked, lounging back in his chair.

“I don’t know. I didn't call the meeting” Steve replied, arms crossed.

“Then who did?” Clint chimed in, legs kicked up on the table.

“I did” Tony strolled into the room, a broad smile on his face.

“You seem…unusually happy” Nat remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“I am. We have a special guest today” Tony said, sipping his coffee.

“A guest?” Steve asked, not looking pleased. “When were you going to tell us?”  

“Right now. Surprise!” Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

“And when is this mysterious guest arriving?” Clint asked.

“Any minute now” Tony continued to drink.

Before anyone could react further, you appeared at the door “Hello?” you knocked lightly on the open glass, glancing inside curiously.

“Ah, Y/n! Finally!” Tony exclaimed, standing to greet you and pulling you into a bear hug, lifting you off the ground. 

Everyone else was caught off guard. This was a side of Tony they had never seen.

“Anthony, put me down!” you whispered, embarrassed, swatting him until he released you.

Steve cleared his throat, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“Right, everyone, this is Y/n, my cousin. Y/n, this is everyone” Tony gestured grandly.

“Cousin? You have a cousin?” Sam asked, disbelief in his tone.

Natasha smiled, stepping forward to give you a hug. “Good to see you again, Y/n.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Clint asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice. 

You and Natasha nodded simultaneously.

“Hold on, how do you know each other?” Sam asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Nat asked “When I used to work for Tony, we once visited her.”

“You technically still work for me” Tony teased. “Y/n’s been in Asia for years, studying. She just got her PhD in biochemistry.”

“Congratulations” Bruce said, looking intrigued. “What was your dissertation on, if I may ask?

You opened your mouth to explain, but Tony cut in, “Let’s get lunch first. You’ll have plenty of time to interrogate her later. Pepper’s expecting us.”

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“So, you’re Bruce. Scientist and Hulk. Sam, Falcon. Clint,Hawkeye. James- sorry Rhodey, War machine…” you trailed off, naming the Avengers.

Steve nodded as you finally turned to him “And you, Steve Rogers, Captain America” you offered him a smile, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Thor is the only one missing right?” you asked and Tony nodded.

“Actually there’s one more” Steve added, “Bucky Barnes. He’s a friend from back in the day.”

Sam huffed “Yeah, but he’s not an Avenger.”

Steve shot him a glance “He comes to training, doesn’t he? Besides, when we need his help, he’s always there for us.” 

“Always there for you, maybe” Sam replied.

Sensing the tension, Clint steered the conversation away “There’s also a kid that Tony brought for a couple of missions.”

“A kid?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at Tony..

Tony shifted uncomfortably “Oh, come on. Technically, he’s in his senior year.”

“Really? You made a high schooler an Avenger?” you rhetorically asked, crossing your arms.

“Well, yes. But-”

“And what’s his superpower?”

“Well, he’s… Spider-Man.”

You blinked “Spinder…what now?”

“Shoots webs. Does spider stuff.”

Sam chuckled as he lowered his voice “She’s gonna ask where the webs come from.”

You crossed your arms, eyeing​ Tony “Does he shoot webs out of his…?”

“Wrists” Tony interjected quickly “Just the wrists.”

Steve turned to you, his voice calm and soft “So, Y/n, are you staying here for a while or settling in for good?”

You hesitated, unsure “That’s a good question. I haven’t fully decided yet, but for now, Anthony said I could stay at the tower. I just don’t want to intrude.”

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Steve was quicker “Nonsense. You wouldn’t be intruding. Besides, we have plenty of space, and technically, Tony owns the building.” His gentle smile put you at ease.

“Thank you for your generosity” you said with a smile, and Steve’s heart fluttered.

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[larcenywrites]

How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He���s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Interruption

A/N: A surprise smut? Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading this!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ oral sex.

Tony Stark Masterlist

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The moment your knees hit the floor before him, Tony knew he was goner. He’d been a sucker for that smart mouth on you and the wonders your tongue could do.

His cock was already straining against his pants as you stroked him over his denims, his bulge growing painful with every passing second. The sly grin on your face indicated you had plans of taking your time tonight, making him beg for release which he’d never admit but secretly loved.

“Undo my pants at least, Y/N, you’re killing me here.” Tony murmured, giving your hair a gentle but firm tug.

“You missed the magic word, Stark..” you smirked, toying with the button his jeans, waiting.

Rolling his eyes, Tony tried coaxing you to unbutton but you being you, simply blinked up at the billionaire.

“Please, Y/N.” he gave in, relieved as you lowered the zipper and pushed the fabric constraints down his legs. His boxers were the next to be ridden, you giggled softly as he practically sighed at his erect cock springing free.

“What now?” Your voice laced with innocence while your mind was devious, wanting to hear him say where and how he needed you. It had become somewhat of a kink for you.

“Take me in that dirty little mouth of yours. All of me.” Tony gripped your hair behind your head, watching as your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip at the sight of his length.

Obliging, you opened your mouth and slowly tested the waters, letting just tip of him inside, already tasting the salty eagerness there. Tony let out a soft grunt as your mouth enveloped his cock in a sense of familiarity, making it twitch in a way that only you could manage.

Just as you were about to swallow more of him, your phone rang loud and shrill, disturbing the sensual quiet of the night. Tony being closest to where it was kept on your dresser, glanced at the name and let out a huff of annoyance.

“It’s the annoying prick from your work. Why is he calling you at this hour?”

“Will? I don’t know.” You momentarily left his cock unattended to answer him, still on your knees, not exactly wanting to get up to answer the phone.

“No. It’s Richard. Wait—how many guys are trying their luck with you here? I’m gonna answer this for you.” Tony muttered, rolling his eyes as he picked up your phone.

Shrugging in nonchalance, you resumed your task at hand, this time, tracing the vein that ran on the underside of his cock rather languidly while you heard him speak to your colleague.

“Y/N? Oh! She uh, she’s a bit pre-occupied right now.” He was annoyed as the guy instead of hanging up began asking your whereabouts. Glancing down at you, Tony could see you press your thighs together, as if knowing someone else could be listening in turned you on. 

Nodding once, Tony watched his cock disappear as you let your velvety warmth encompass him completely, his breath hitching as his grip on your phone tightened.

“Do you want to leave a message for her, she’s really working hard on something here.” He shook his head as you grinned, still stuffed with him, now letting your tongue do its thing, the thing that drove your boyfriend absolutely crazy.

Tony cursed under his breath, not caring if your colleague heard him or the little sinful moan you’d uttered while you worked him up to his climax. You knew just what he liked so your hand that earlier gripped his thigh had joined the party, tending to his balls while his length twitched in your mouth, signalling he was close.

“Ah fuck! Just like that, Y/N.”

Tony looked rather smug as the person on the other line caught on what was happening, awkwardly excusing himself before the line went silent. You couldn’t care less, bringing Tony pleasure was your sole focus as you did just that, feeling his legs shuffle a little as his muscles tensed.

“I’m gonna—”

He didn’t get to finish as you continued your ministrations, only slowing down when you felt spurts of hot cum shoot down your throat, and Tony’s loud moans fill the room as he emptied his seed.

Pleased, you stood up with a cat-ate-the-canary smile, pulling him in for a kiss which you both sighed into, evidence of your doing lingering on your tongue.

“What a hot menace you are.” Tony murmured against your lips, making you chuckle.

“But I’m your hot menace, aren’t I?”

“That’s right. And these bozos need to know that. I’m gonna make sure they do.” Tony muttered with a pout, already making plans for announcing to the goddamn world that you were taken.

[rogersideup]

Helloooo! May I request a Steve Roger’s fluff! ✨Where reader has anxiety and one of the ways Steve calms her down is by skin contact. Maybe he takes off his shirt at random moments and he holds her and he lets her touch his body to feel the skin. He gives her massages once in a while. Maybe even lay naked together in bed to feel their bodies and heartbeat!! ❤️✨✨

‧₊˚౨ৎ˚Skin to Skin˚౨ৎ˚₊‧

It might not be exactly what you asked for, but I wrote this last night while having a lot of anxiety and it helped me regulate so I hope you love it regardless <3

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,076

Summary: Sometimes even the hardest days have the best endings 🧸

Warnings: descriptions of symptoms of anxiety

The hallway of your apartment building was dead silent.

Usually you'd hear the faint chatter of people behind their front doors, locking and unlocking, heels clicking, neighborly hellos.

But right now, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Or maybe it was spinning way too fast and you had no control over it. Really, you didn't know which of those two scenarios you'd prefer, but regardless it all felt like too much.

There was no chatter to distract you from the sound of your own heart pounding so hard you could hear the blood pooling in your ears, no foot steps from friendly faces to urge you to look up from your own feet, no small talk to distract you from how Steve's thumb was apologetically rubbing the back of your hand, the one that was holding his tightly.

You trailed behind him, blinking back your tears and urging them not to fall until you got inside the comfort of your shared four walls. You stopped because he stopped, allowed your emotional barriers to start slipping at the sound of his keys unlocking the front door, then the first one fell down your cheek as his hand on your lower back ushered you from the hallway right into your living room.

Shaky, choppy breaths were all you could manage as Steve put his keys in the catch-all next to the front door. There was only a split second opportunity to see the exhaustion on his face before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. He cradled your head into his chest, and gently swayed you from side to side.

The smell of your boyfriend's cologne, and the ribbed cotton of his sweater beneath your hands was the last blow to your emotional barrier, that's all it took for you to start sobbing.

From the moment you woke up this morning, you were just having a bad day. It started with a nightmare, which ultimately led you to waking up 5 minutes before your alarm, not allowing much time for Steve to comfort you before you had to get ready for work.

The nightmare almost felt like a bad omen, and it sent your anxiety spiraling for the rest of the day.

The big project meeting you worked so hard on was cancelled, you forgot your lunch on the counter at home, and it unexpectedly started raining while you were wearing a white silk blouse. By the time you got home you were soaking wet in a see through shirt and hungry. You didn't have a single moment to stop and regain your composure, because you promised Steve you'd attend the Avengers monthly team building event with him.

When he saw the state you arrived home in, he urged you to stay home and promised it would be fine. But you knew deep down that he really wanted you there, so you put on a brave face and tried to salvage as much of your hair and makeup as you could, but the rain completely ruined your plans.

Instead of your hair being down and perfectly curled as planned, you had to settle for a sleek, slicked bun and a natural makeup look. This led to your outfit not looking how you wanted it, which also led to you feeling completely unhappy with how you looked and how you felt about yourself.

With hunger levels, annoyance, and sadness being very high, your self confidence, energy, and persistence was very very low.

You weren't saying that you didn't feel great about yourself, but Steve could see it in your posture, and he could tell by the way you went completely quiet. He assured you multiple times that you looked absolutely beautiful, and he wasn't lying. You always looked beautiful.

That at least earned him a small grin and a gentle kiss, but then he threw you in a room full of superheroes and their respective friends and family, and that immediately made everything worse.

Already feeling quite self conscious and insecure while being surrounded by people who were the smartest, strongest, and greatest in their respective ways had you feeling like you couldn't even take a breath.

Even on their worst days they could save the world, meanwhile you were on the brink of tears because Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch looked so pretty.

In a very bold self preservation attempt, you pushed it all down. Steve deserved some happy and chipper arm candy, and you already committed to being that for him so you tried your best to play the role.

To him, this was family and to you, this was a room full of people you didn't even deserve to be in the presence of. Although most of them became friends of yours and accustomed to your habits, they knew enough about you to know that something was wrong, but not enough to know that they shouldn't push your buttons about it.

It left you as the target of all of the jokes that evening. Nearly every conversation had a minimum of one passing comment. Steve tried his hardest to shut down as many as he could, even changing the topic a few times, but there were some things he couldn't save you from.

You appreciated him trying, but wondered if he would've rather you stayed home instead of damper his evening with your self pity. That also spiraled into some nasty thoughts, the meanest part of your brain convincing you that he didn't really love you, and you weren't good enough to even be around him.

Thats when you quietly slipped away to the bathroom just for a few moments to take some deep breaths and dry the tears pooling in your lash line, your mascara wasn't about to meet its fate twice in one day.

You knew that anxiety was most of the issue, you knew that you just needed some reassurance and a warm meal, maybe a hug and a warm shower. The thought of all of the snacks out on a grazing table for everyone to enjoy made you pull yourself together, you were hopeful that some food in your empty stomach could really help.

And it did, for about 10 minutes before Tony made yet another back handed, rude remark about you. So sly that Steve didn't even catch it, and when you grabbed his hand to try and comfort yourself, Tony threw you a wink.

Thats when you knew there was no turning your mood around. Your white flag waved high and proud as you spent the remainder of the night making yourself small, trying not to drag any attention to yourself or take any fun away from Steve.

He caught onto the way you let go of his hand and got up to grab some water, then when you came back you sat further from him. Shoving yourself into the corner of the couch leaving plenty of space between your bodies. Knowing damn well you were struggling, he could assume your brain tricked you into thinking he didn't love you, because really, he knew you that well.

Making his way over to you, he wasn't shy to put his arm around your shoulders and use his hand to draw little shapes in the top of your arm before giving you a very quick kiss to your temple.

You didn't speak for the rest of the night unless it was to say goodbye to everyone on your way out, or politely thank Tony for hosting. You didn't even speak to Steve on the way home, and he understood. Rather than trying to force you to speak, he gave you the metaphorical space you needed to keep your composure as he kept one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh.

That led to this moment, soaking his sweater in your tears. You felt pathetic, but it was also the first time all day you felt safe.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Steve spoke gently. He hated seeing you so upset, swearing he could physically feel his heart breaking in his chest. "I love you so much."

You sucked in a shaky breath before mustering up the only sentence you could speak. "Tony is an asshole."

"I know, Baby." Steve agreed, petting your hair and trying his best to comfort you. "They were all laying in on you way too hard. You didn't deserve it."

"They were just joking," You tried justifying between sniffles and cries. "but I couldn't handle it tonight."

"But they could've stopped after the first time I told them. I know they can be too much sometimes. Just because they're just joking doesn't mean it wasn't hurting your feelings." He justified. "You've had a long day, I think you need some love and food and sleep."

"I just want to stay here." You cried, holding on just a bit tighter. Finding your nervous system starting to regulate itself for the first time all day, you weren't feeling ready to let go of your boyfriend just yet.

Steve kissed the crown of your head multiple times, "We can stay here as long as you want."

He held you for a little while longer until your sobs turned into slow tears and you finally felt brave enough to let go of him. After getting you comfortable and warm on the couch, he walked away for a bit to make you your favorite dinner.

When he came back with two bowls and handed you one, it was the first time all day he saw your real, genuine smile. Though you were still crying, he was confident that he could turn your mood around.

Your favorite show playing on the TV, snuggles, a fluffy blanket across your lap, and eating dinner on the couch was a good start. When you were done eating, Steve took the bowl back from you and wandered off to clean the kitchen and do the dishes.

When he came back he hovered over you with a sad pout when he noticed how quick your breathing was and how he could practically see your pulse from the artery in the base of your neck. Approaching slowly, he gently placed his index and middle finger to your neck and left them there for a second before his pout deepened.

"Baby" He sympathized. "You've gotta slow that thing down, your heart is going to run away from you."

"I've had the worst anxiety all day long." You explained, wiping tears off your face. "I don't think my resting heart rate has been normal since I woke up this morning."

You could see his gears turning before he leaned over and gave you a kiss. "I know how to fix it, I'll be right back."

He wandered off again before coming back and holding his hands out for you, pulling you up off the couch. There were a few small complaints about how you didn't want to get up, or how you were so warm and comfortable, but he swore this would help.

Dragging you into the bathroom, you noticed he lit a candle and started a bubble bath. The sight alone made you release a long sigh, and Steve took that as a good sign.

The two of you fell into silence once more, words were useless when you already knew how this was going to go. Besides, all the talking would do was mask the sound of the rain pattering against the roof, and that was loved deeply by the both of you.

He flicked off the light switch leaving just candlelight to softly illuminate the bathroom while you both undressed and sank into the hot water.

Steve sat behind you, and you sat between his legs with your back leaning against his chest. The moment you settled in, his arms wrapped around your tummy and rested on top of your thighs.

With his soft skin against yours, and the pressure of the hot water against the whole of your body, your mind began to slow enough to start thinking rationally.

You could feel Steve's calm, deep breaths as his diaphragm inflated and deflated against your back, subconsciously making your body match his.

Very quickly, you went from feeling like you weren't good enough to even be around him to feeling an overwhelming sense of safety and gratitude for his love.

Especially when you never had to worry about what your body might've looked like while sitting down, or if your tummy was too soft underneath his arms. You especially didn't have to worry about what he might've felt beneath his wandering palms as starting moving them about your body, applying some pressure to your tense shoulders and the tops of your arms. You didn't have to worry about the pressure of being in this situation, already naked with his hands roaming about. His intentions were always very clear and he didn't even need his words to state them.

You were safe in the hands of the man you loved, and he loved you so much that you didn't have to worry. You didn't have to put out for him or give him anything in return right now, he just loved you, and he wanted you to feel better.

He gave you an occasional chastise kiss to your shoulder between massaging various parts of your body, and oxytocin flooded your brain faster than you understood.

The tears eventually stopped wetting your cheeks, and the rain only started falling even harder outside.

Your head leaned backwards and a bit sideways to rest on Steve's shoulder, and you couldn't help but to lift your hand up out of the water and reach back to cradle the side of Steve's face.

"I love you" You whispered, not wanting to ruin the peace. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier."

"It's okay, baby." His voice also gentle and full of adoration. "I know you love me, you don't have to say it for me to know it. I trust that you know I love you too, even when your brain is being very unkind to you."

You very subtly nodded, understanding exactly what he was saying.

The two of you weren't unfamiliar with nights like these, skin to skin in the bathtub, or in the shower, even the bed or on the couch. Between the nature of Steve's job and your chronic anxiety, the two of you have become experts at being present for each other. When the world was spinning too fast or it came to a screeching halt, you could always trust the other person to know exactly how to grasp it and make it spin just right.

It wasn't something that came easy or naturally, you both learned a lot from each other and your methods were ever changing much like every season of life. The closer you bonded, the easier it was to understand each other's needs.

There was a fine line between needing affirming words and complete silence, needing support but also needing to be left alone. Some nights looked like a few hours of alone time, some looked like you were super glued together, but every anxiety attack was ended with your bare bodies regulating as one.

He knew you had your fill of silence, and your words told him you were ready to talk.

"You know you never have to shy away from me, I'm always happy to be with you even if you think otherwise." He reassured. "Thank you for coming with me tonight. I know that was really hard, but I appreciate you."

"I just didn't want to ruin your fun, I felt bad that I wasn't at my best and I didn't want you to have to deal with it. That's not fair." You explained quietly.

You learned very early on in your relationship to just be upfront and honest with Steve, another privilege of being with him. He never made you feel bad or weird about your true feelings, and he always knew just the right things to say. In turn, he was completely open and honest with you, and you've never trusted anyone more in your whole life.

"You didn't ruin the fun, the fun was ruined the moment everyone decided to make you a target and that's not your fault." Steve shook his head. "What's not fair is you thinking that having an off day makes you an inconvenience to anyone else. You're allowed to be sad or upset sometimes, baby. It's life, it's okay. How many times have you cancelled plans or altered your day just because I turned into a ticking time bomb of panic? I'm happy to return the favor, I enjoy taking care of you."

"It's different." You denied with a slight shake of your head. "You're a superhero, Stevie. Most of those days are because you've gotten shot or stabbed or you've witnessed and been involved in unthinkable horrors. I work an office job four blocks away and can barely handle that pressure."

"Thats not a fair comparison." Steve denied. "At the very root of it, we're both human and life will never be completely perfect all of the time. Regardless of if you're smiley and bouncing off the walls or just need a day to cry in bed I love you just the same."

You kissed the corner of his jaw in acceptance before completely relaxing your body against his. Steve's hand reached up and rested right over your heart.

"Besides," He started again. "I think that you're also exposed to all of those unthinkable horrors just from having to put up with me every day. The way you handle it and the way you treat me contributes a lot to my ability to do what I do everyday. I understand I probably make your anxiety worse sometimes, because I wouldn't even be able to handle dating me."

"It's worth every second of digging bullets out of you with tweezers, baby." You grinned, earning Steve's smile in return.

"See? You're a superhero too." He pointed out. "And your heart is slow and steady. That makes me really happy."

"You make me really happy." You replied without a second thought. "Thank you for this, I feel so much better."

"Anytime, Beautiful." He kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry you had a bad day. I know for sure that tomorrow is going to be so much better."