#tony stark has a heart

[denebolablack]

Tony: *To Bucky* You cannot shoot every single person I've dated that you don't like!

Bucky: *Raises an eyebrow*

Tony: Okay, you technically can, but you shouldn't. Come on, Steve! Help me out here!

Steve: *Amused* Idk babe, you always tell him to use his free will, and that's exactly what he is doing.

Tony: *Frustrated* I'm so done with both of you, absolutely done.

Bucky: Don't say that doll *Pushes the genius into his lap* I'll behave if you spend some quality time with us, ¿hm?

Tony: *Squints* I feel like I'm being blackmailed but I'll allow it just because you're hot.

Steve: *Hugs the pair of brunettes* Oh so you are with us just because we're hot?

Tony: Right now? Yes. Now shut up and kiss me cuz I'm still mad at you.

[soliloquent-stark]

🍹 i’m fine all alone (but it’s nice to be here with you) by soliloquent

9,4k words // pairing: tony stark & steve rogers

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“Steve is content with spending the holidays alone. Being alive in a safe world — that was reason enough to be grateful, however fleeting this sense of security might be.

He is more than surprised to learn that Tony plans on spending it alone, too.”

or: Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica.

written for @thahiree as part of the @cap-ironman 2023 holiday exchange

[lanyakea-universe]

Iron Man wasn't a hero, and that's precisely why the Avengers sought so diligently to capture him. But it seemed that the man behind the mask was always a step ahead of them, and their many failures were like good old jokes the villain couldn't get enough of. He was destructive, anarchic and mischievous. Steve knew he had to stop him at all costs before his technology affected more than just their city.

His vision changed in spite of himself when, one day, just as Steve was about to enter a burning building headlong to seek out the last citizens to evacuate, he witnessed the massive Iron Man armor emerge from the flames, holding a small bundle in his arms.

A tiny baby with a soot-stained face, wrapped in a half-burnt blanket, bawling pathetically against the heat and lack of air.

He saw the tiny shifting of the armor as Iron Man cradled the baby, his full attention riveted on this defenseless little being. He saw Iron Man gently place his mettalic fingertip against the baby's lips, so that the toddler could suck on it and soothe himself.

Steve lowered his shield, flabbergasted by the sight. Before his eyes was living proof that his beliefs were wrong: Iron Man was not the monster he'd imagined.

The man in the armor straightened up and turned his head in his direction. "The baby needs help, Cap."

[bellarkeselection]

Since you want a Tony Stark request, I'm here for you

Love confession with him and female reader, a very delicious kiss and lots of love

I Want it that Way

Entering the Stark tower I had answered Pepper’s phone call saying that Tony was acting weird lately being down in his lab like normal which wasn’t an odd thing. But she said that he was sending a bunch of stuff to his house but never did anything with it. She said he claimed it was a party yet he would never tell her the date of when it was.

Walking down the staircase I entered the code he had on the keypad connected to the door. It opened and I stepped inside seeing the hall of multiple iron man suits that he had created. “Stark, I have been sent by Pepper Potts herself.”

“Awe Pep is concerned about me when she doesn’t have to be.” He responded while still working on the arm blaster of the original red iron man suit.

Standing by his work table I leaned my weight against it knowing that he wasn’t much of a talker when he was down here. Pepper and I had been friends for years so when she went to work for him that was the day we met. “Yes she’s concerned since you have been using your company money to buy a bunch of random stuff. But then you’ve done nothing with anything.”

“They’re not nothing. I would have thought you knew that unless she hasn’t shown you what I’ve bought.” Tony lifted his head up, snapping his fingers once he turned on the computer screen. He rolled over in his car pulling up some pictures. “Sit here, honey.”

I shook my head when he patted his lap. “Not gonna happen, Tony.”

“Just sit and look through the photos.” He instructed where I sighed, sitting on his lap and taking a hold of the mouse controller. I shifted my gaze through the photos beginning to piece together why he had ordered certain items.

He had purchased anything from my favorite snacks, drinks, movies I rented off his tv, clothes I pointed out I liked in the stores we passed. There was even one picture of a large bear stuffed animal he had in his Amazon cart. Tony and I had this teasing type of relationship you could call it. But there was one thing I couldn’t tease him about…how I truly felt about him. Otherwise I would have to deal with the idea that he either felt the same or just saw me as a friend. “You always seem so smart with comebacks. I thought you would have tried hacking into my Amazon account before coming down here.”

“Some people actually respect others' privacy.” I glared at him over my shoulder shifting around slightly and seeing how close we were to each other this way.

Tony turned off the computer screen focusing his soft brown eyes on mine. “I just needed to find the perfect gift for my plan to work. So that you would have no problem agreeing to…cause I don’t want to deal with rejection.”

“Who the hell would reject you. You’re Iron Man for crying out loud.” I throw my hands up from my lap.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah but only one person hasn’t treated me differently since I told the world that I was a superhero. And that person means more to me than what the rest of the world thinks.”

“Sounds like a lucky person whoever he or she is.” I replied leaning my back against his work table since I wasn’t comfortable being this close to him.

Tony didn’t seem to get that through when he moved forward resting his hands on either side of me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine while he spoke. “Please don’t take offense to this but I am a genius in case you forgot. But are you that blind to how I feel about you Y/n?”

“How you feel about me, Tony. Oh I’m sorry I suppose your teasing has been perfectly clear all these years. I have just been too stupid to realize it.” I rolled my eyes trying to get away from him feeling a nervous pit in my stomach but he had me boxed in.

He raised a brow at me, turning off the power to the headset he was wearing that could control the suits in another area as long as he wore them. “You’re not stupid, Y/n. But I feel stupid for just not asking this question sooner. Do you see yourself having any romantic feelings for me at all?”

“I…yeah I do. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I mean because you’re you…and you can have anybody in the world and now you’re saying you’re choosing me of all people.” I sniffed avoiding his gaze, not sure what came over me where I just began declaring my entire insecurities and feelings out on the table for him.

Tony moved his hands up to my shoulders making me shift my eyes back on his. “Of course I chose you, darling. You’re the person who I worry about on Avenger missions, you’re the person who will eat pizza with me at midnight, help me down here on my suits even though you can’t stay awake on five hours of sleep like I can. When you smile or laugh I just want to freeze that moment in time or find a way to keep recreating it.”

“Tony, please stop. I get it okay.” I held my hands up trying to not blush like a tomato in front of him but he had a way with words when it came to me.

He reached up, removing my hands from my face and holding my hands in his. He needed to see your face while he poured his heart out. “Just let me get this all out okay. My suits aren’t the only thing in my life that I care about anymore. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you Y/n. That’s what all the purchases are because I was looking for the perfect way to ask you out and to have you maybe move in with me.”

“You want me to move in with you. Are you serious?” Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now.

He sent me a glare crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you got from my whole declaration of love speech?”

“Forgive me if this is all of sudden on me. I mean of course I want to do that with you. I want to be with you. It’s just all overwhelming for me. I hear you saying these wonderful things yet I have nothing to tell me that I am not dreaming right now-“

He cut my ramblings off, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply where I would have fallen weak to my knees if I was standing upright. I gasped moving my hands over his black fitted shirt until I was holding onto his shoulders kissing him back slowly.

Tony tilled my head downward to give him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I sighed into the feeling only dreaming that this would happen until this very moment. I lifted one hand fisting his black hair in my fingers hearing him moan into the kiss until we needed air. “You’re not dreaming, baby. My feelings are 3,000 percent real.”

“3,000 that’s quite a lot. Are you sure I’m worth Iron Man’s time?” I questioned him, chuckling with my arms draped around his neck.

He sent me a half smile leaning forward kissing me softly. “I’ll buy, make or do whatever I have to do to make you see that you are all I want. I want us to be together. I want it that way forever.”

“Tony, that’s not necessary. I already said I’d move in with you.” I shake my head laying my head against his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. He lays his chin on top of my head just holding me close to his chest briefly.

He mumbled into my hair moving it behind my ear. “I mean I actually am getting a few other ways to show you in mind if you're up for it.”

“Really…Do those plans change when I tell you I'm still a virgin?” I blushed the second the words left my mouth, terrified of what he would say now.

Tony tilted my head up resting his forehead against mine where I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “No way, honey. It just means that I have the honor of making it so enjoyable for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Stark. So tonight or…” I trailed off feeling a little bold.

Yet to my surprise he didn't jump at the idea of taking me upstairs like I thought he would. He in fact did the opposite and just kissed me slowly. “As much as I am turned on by the thought not tonight. When it happens I want you to have the best date night of your life, baby.”

“You ain't a bad guy, Tony. I'm glad we're together now.” I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him down for another deep kiss.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

@underoostarks @mcugeekposts @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

[frostironfudge]

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 🫠

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

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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Tony Stark Has a Heart Fic Recs

Hello everyone!! I've gathered up some Irondad fics with the tag "Tony Stark Has a Heart" for you, and I hope you enjoy reading them! I have a lot of these bookmarked, so I might make a second post with even more of them at a later date!

Don't talk to me or my son ever again by Maicaly (2.7k)

Tony is having the worst day ever, and now he has a meeting with the Rogue Avengers. What he doesn't expect is certain spider baby to proclaim himself Tony Stark Protector.

I'm Not Going to Wake Up if You're Going to Yell At Me by itsreallylaterightnow (2.8k)

“Well, I think there’s a cave right up the side of that hill. I should be able to get us a fire started easily enough. That, or run the risk of having a popsicle of a Peter to return home to your aunt.” 

“S-s-she’d kill you.” Peter said, his tone light, but the weight of the situation was settling on him.

“Yes, she would. Which is why I don’t intend on letting that happen any time soon.”

Career Day by superhusbands4ever  (3.5k)

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Peter’s enhanced senses picked up the familiar voice from outside the door. “I had a meeting this morning and then I got lost looking for the class… anyway, I’m here for Peter? Peter Parker?”

He frowned at hearing his name, still unsure what exactly was going on. He watched as his teacher continued to stand and stare out the door for a minute before seemingly remembering herself and taking a step back.

“Of course! If you could just go sit next to him until your turn, he’s in the back on the right side.”

The man stepped through the door and Peter gaped with the rest of the class as Tony Stark, in his signature suit and goatee, sporting a pair of red sunglasses and carrying a suitcase walked through the door.

and stay out! by iron_spider (3.6k)

“Okay,” Peter says, and he grabs Tony’s wrist. “Okay but I’m actively escaping. At the moment. That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. Right now.” He lets out a little huff. “So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yup,” Tony says. “A bang-up job.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re really killing it.”

“I know.”

Tony is nervous, because the kid is slurring and he’s severely loopy and that can only mean drugs. Were they to keep him docile? Were they to fucking experiment on him? Tony’s not in the suit anymore so he can’t see his heart rate but he knows it’s probably skyrocketing.

Cyanide? In My Shawarma? by losingmymindtonight (4.7k)

Pepper convinces Tony to bring Peter along on his first dinner with the Rogue Avengers since their pardoning.

Poor Tony had thought the whole thing was a recipe for disaster before someone decided to shove some cyanide in his food.

'Cause You're Hot Then You're Cold by sparksaam (5k)

Only Peter Parker could get both heat stroke AND hypothermia, all within the span of an hour.

Responsible For Making Sure You're Responsible by blondsak and Marvelous_Writer (6.8k)

Peter knows he’s hurt badly enough that he can’t just slap a bunch of band-aids on his injuries, and especially the giant, still-oozing puncture wounds on his back and along his shoulders from the tips of Toomes’ wings. But it’s not like he can just stumble into an emergency room and ask to get stitched up. So where to go instead?

May would have a heart attack if she saw him right now, not to mention immediately figure out his secret. Ned would also definitely freak out, probably waking his parents in the process. Mr. Stark was an option, but Peter wasn’t about to bother him, not after how the man had made it crystal clear that he didn’t want anything to do with Peter ever again.

So no hospital, no May, no Ned, and no Mr. Stark just left… Happy.

it's hard to dance with the devil on your back by MagicaLyss (8.1k)

Tony woke to the same damp old cave he’d woken up in last time. Except one thing is different.

There’s a boy, no older than sixteen years old, chained up in an identical wooden chair across from him. The boy is unconscious, curly hair falling in front of his eyes, head resting against his own chest.

A boy.

Not a man. Not an adult. Just a child.

In a cave, somewhere in Afghanistan with crazy terrorists who’ve already done open-heart surgery on Tony without anesthetics. Who knows what they would do, or have already done, to the boy across from him.

never become by krystalpomme (9.3k)

after a lab day gone wrong, peter travels back in time to 1992. he needs tony's help to get him back to his own time, but can he trust himself to not reveal the truth of their relationship to his 21 year old father figure?

meanwhile tony is fighting his own battles. peter makes him realize his one true fear would never come true.

The Morning Will Come (and the dream stealing your sleep will end) by Winterturtle  (12k)

After a tragic incident, Peter Parker is left orphaned for the second time in his life. With no one else to take him in, Peter decided not to take his chance on foster care. Living in an abandoned building and the crows as his only company, the young hero is doing his best to maintain the illusion of a happy kid in front of Mr. Stark - one of the two remaining links to his past, happier life.

Look, technically, Peter wasn’t lying. It was just that Mr. Stark has never asked specifically.

Good publicity by Bergen (16k)

Between Peter Parker barely speaking, and Spider-Man being the ultimate chatterbox, how was Tony ever supposed to figure out that they were one and the same person?

Whatever it Takes by sparksaam (21k)

Peter froze suddenly, his heart practically leaping into his throat. His eyes had made contact with the man in the front seat, only to realize that the person gazing back at him was not Tony. Instead, a tall, gruff-looking man with a hoodie and a red bandana over his mouth occupied the place where Mr. Stark had been sitting just minutes before.

“Don’t move,” the man grunted forcefully “or we’ll blow Stark’s brains out.”

Technicalities by Tess_Moon (21k)

“Multiple kids of wealthy and influential individuals have gone missing this morning. NYPD is actively investigating the disappearances.”

Tony didn´t think much of it when he first read the headline. Technically he didn´t have any kids, right...?

Too bad the kidnappers didn´t care about the technicalities of those things.

hope is the strongest power by sarayin (24k)

“I want you out of my house. Pack your things and leave,” May said in as strong as a voice as she could through the tears in her eyes. She blinked them away and shook her head before making her way into her room, not stopping to look at Peter even once.

Not Peter, she corrected herself. Spiderman.

OR the one in which peter gets kicked out after may finds out and has to now learn how to survive when hope seems bleak.

5 times Tony joked about Peter being part spider by KatinaMoon (33k)

+1 time he definitely didn't

The One Where Peter is Tony's Weakness by JinxQuickfoot (53k)

“I see you are confused. In a moment, I will allow you to look closer. But first, you must understand the position you are in, in full.” Banich rolled out an ancient TV screen and, when he turned it on, Tony felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach.

It was Peter.

OR A Sokovian doctor needs Tony's help to 'fix' his granddaughter, and Peter gets pulled into the middle of it.

Come, My Darling, Homeward Bound by buckleyirondad (62k)

Held captive for five years in an eleven-by-eleven foot shed, Peter and Morgan finally break free.

Peter is thrown back into the life that he was torn from and struggles to find his place in the world.

Morgan was a baby when they were taken, so she experiences everything and everyone, for the first time.

Tony struggles to take his eyes off them. May wants to hold them in her arms, for the rest of time. Pepper can't stop counting the days they've lost.

It's difficult - Peter is a changed person, and Morgan has no memory of them.

Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six by Sundial_at_Night (65k)

“Mr. Loki?” asked the Spider cautiously. “Aren’t you—like—a bad guy?” he asked, voice full of only curiosity, as far as Loki could tell.

His first thought was, yes.

His second thought was no.

His third thought was, sometimes?

“It varies from moment to moment,” Loki answered honestly, prying his eyes open after they threatened to fall close.

“But on a scale of one to ten, where are you at right now?”

“Maybe a three?”

The Spider-child nodded. “Cool,” he replied. “Let me know if it gets above a six.

Neon Liar (Hiding in Plain Sight) by isaDanCurtisproduction (70k)

Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

Priorities by JLMonroe1234 (149k)

Tony had been in the cave for a month. Waiting. Planning. Healing. Biding his time until his creation would be ready and durable enough to get him home. With Yinsen's help and Tony's expertise, he would save them both.

But when an injured teenager is brought into the mix, Tony must reevaluate his priorities and decide what's more important; a speedy escape, or rescuing the boy with the spider tattoo?

ever in your favor by iron_spider (153k)

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

Happy reading, and thank you to all of these fantastic authors for sharing their works with us! If you ever want to request a trope for a fic rec list or just want to chat, please send me an ask! And in the meantime, I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did :D

[irondadfics]

Heyyy….its me again..

Sorry to bother you. I was looking for a fic that I could have sworn that I bookmarked but I guess i didn’t.

The story started out by Peter finding an internet posy saying that he gained weight. Peter then weighs himself and then realizes he has gained weight. He stops eating as much and the Tony finds out that he isn’t eating. I clearly remember Tony saying like I want to ask you something and whatever you say I won’t be upset. Peter shows tony the post. He says he doesn’t know why everybody is making a big deal about him loosing weight. Tony also says that Peter is not fat and he is healthy for a teenager his age and that no matter what he love Peter even if he was 400 pounds.

Thank you guys so so much in advance! I 🫶U

hello, could this be your fic?

Dissect My Insecurities by SpaceCowboysFromMars

“Ned.” Peter says, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. He feels awful for making him so worried; it was just supposed to be a simple, innocent question. He’ll know better than to ask questions, next time. This seems like something he should keep to himself, anyways. “It’s not like I have an eating disorder or anything, okay? I was just wondering. I’m sorry for stressing you out.” 

Ned doesn’t ask any more questions, after that. 

Or: Peter spirals when he finds out that he's gained weight.

[kuroecchy]

the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

English is not my first language and no beta.

fair warning the theme i chose for my october prompts are completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

Day 2 - Guardian

It started after that fight. Tony was sure it was gonna hit him, he had no time to dodge. So when he closed his eyes, reading himself for the upcoming pain… Well, let's just say he was confused when nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes expecting to see something, anything. There was nothing. It’s as if there was nothing aimed at him in the first place.

Dumbfounded, Tony flew down from the sky and dismissed it as him being tired.

After that his luck seems to take a nosedive but somehow he always ends up fine.

The day after that incident, Rhodey had invited him to go on a jog.

They ran around the park. It was rather uneventful; it was a simple jog while talking about random things.

What was eventful was when they were on their way back. They decided to buy some food first at the other side of the road.

They of course waited until the stop sign turned green to cross the road but a car who had not hit their break fast enough skidded to them.

They raised their hands to their face (or at least the engineer did) in a futile attempt to protect themselves.

But then… the noise of the car was behind them. Tony quickly looked and the car that had been about to hit them was now behind them driving away.

The hero once again felt dumbfounded.

He looked at his best friend only to be given a shrug.

There was nothing he could do about it if Rhodey didn't see it there's no point thinking it over. Unless he (JARVIS) hack into the security cameras.

So he dismissed it once more.

After that, strange things kept on happening.

At first it was simple things such as when he fell asleep at his workbench he would wake up with a blanket on top of him.

He has asked as unlikely as it is, whether Pepper of Rhodey had been the one who had done it (Pepper would simply wake him up and get him to his own bed, Rhodey would do a similar thing).

They both had said no. Although for some reason the female had this knowing glint in her eyes when he asked. He decided not to ask about it.

Then it started to escalate into more suspicious things. For example, he had spilled coffee on his desk so he went out to get it cleaned only to come back with it already cleaned.

He asked JARVIS about it and his AI had simply responded with it disappearing on its own.

After that Tony has a suspicion on what's been happening around him lately. And because of said suspicions he decided on letting it be for now.

It was 2 weeks later (2 weeks of bad luck and needing someone to save him) that he finally saw it with his own eyes.

It was late at night at the tower. He had been awake for more than 48 hours. The only rest he took were small power naps (He had fallen asleep for a few minutes before forcing himself to wake up).

So it wasn’t really a surprise when he had started to stumble around the penthouse half asleep searching for the coffee machine (or was he searching for food?).

He forgot that he had some electronics that he hadn’t cleaned up from last time he was tinkering with them in the common room. So of course his brain that's been running on nothing but his will power decided that it was too much to notice them in front of him.

He tripped.

Honestly at this point, the sleep deprived man was welcoming the floor, ready to fall asleep on the cold floor.

Instead he fell onto the open arms of a tall man. The hold was strong. Well maybe not the grip but the way the arm hugged tight on to him his body relaxed on their hold.

The engineer’s brain tried hard to think about who the mystery person was, he didn’t have the energy to look up to the other’s face.

So tired at first, the other was wearing fabric that’s hard to the skin and he could feel the slight tremors from the other’s hands.

The next thing he noticed was the smell, the man (he’s pretty sure that they are a man at this point) Had the smell of incense clinging to his clothing and the aroma or calming tea mixed with it.

Tony knew that based on these descriptions he’s supposed to already be able to already guess who his savior is but his brain simply didn’t want to give him the answer.

It took a familiar baritone voice for him to realize who it was, “I think It’s time to go to bed.”

He could hear the fond smile coming from each of those words.

He smiled on the others arms and muffled, “Stranger danger.”

The sorcerer huffed and decided to teleport them to his room. He put the smaller man down on the bed and spoke fondly, “Alright, off to bet with you.”

“You're no fun, Stephen.” he pouted but otherwise did as told. He crawled up to the middle of the bed and positioned himself comfortably.

Stephen had chosen to sit by the foot of Tony’s bed to make sure the other actually slept.

Tony on the other hand had started to drift off.

“Guess you’re the one that’s been protecting me…” he mumbled

“My own secret guardian…” and with that Tony went to the world of dreams, leaving Stephen a blushing mess on the foot of his bed.

~ The End ~

did i write this instead of sleeping? yes i did

apologies for any mistakes im supposed to be asleep when i was writing this

[arkytiorwrites]

Clothing Swap!

Tony Stark x Reader

Continuing with the Artist reader idea.

Also ain’t he just a lil cutie patootie?

You looked up from your copy of Frankenstein to see Tony wander into the living room in a black Metallica t-shirt and a suspiciously familiar pair of sweat-pants.

“Morning,” the billionaire chirped, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your brow.

“Morning,” you greeted . "Are those my sweatpants?”

“Maybe,” Tong shrugged." Is that my MIT hoodie?"

"Okay, fair," you laughed as Tony flopped down beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"It looks good on you," he complimented.

"It was the only thing that didn't cost more than my student debt or have suspicious stains on it,” you snorted as you readjusted so you rested comfortably on Tony’s shoulder.

"Wait. You have debt?" Tony asked incredulously. "I thought that was an urban myth!"

" Oh, no. It's very real. Why do you think all of your paychecks barely last me?”

Tony could only stare in vague horror while you calmly returned to your book.

[denebolablack]

Me: I don't understand why I love Stuckony so much.

The type of Stuckony's fics I read:

[soliloquent-stark]

💛 honey whiskey by soliloquent

currently 6/10 chapters (22k words) // pairing: tony stark & steve rogers

—⎊—

"Through it all, one person stays a constant target, like an anchor for his soul and a compass for his mind. Burning brighter than Polaris, Tony knows his wings would get burned if he flew too close. He would never dare approach — he's just admiring.

But once his mark catches his eyes and challenges the stare, Tony realizes it's not really up to him.

The man murmurs an excuse to the group, stands up, and confidently crosses the loud room. Tony barely has time to regroup his thoughts and concede the fact he's become the prey before the guy reaches him."

or: Tony Stark, a twice-divorced recovering alcoholic battling depression, unexpectedly spends a night with Steve, a mesmerizing and kind Brooklyn teacher who settles deep in his heart, despite Tony's strict no romantic feelings policy. Unbeknownst to him, Tony made the other man feel alive again, too — and Steve is nothing if not stubborn.

[belis86]

Chapters: 11/15 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Has Nightmares, Tony Stark Has Trust Issues, Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Stark-centric, Cardiophilia, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, Past Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Heart Attacks, Domestic Avengers, Emotional Hurt, Hurt, Sickfic, Sick Character, Sick Tony Stark, Mental Instability, Medical Doctor Bruce Banner Summary:

This story was inspired by the panic attacks theme from Iron Man 3. Tony struggles to cope with symptoms of PTSD and decides to seek professional help from a psychiatrist. As can be expected things do not go exactly to plan. Avengers support Tony through his slow and tortuous recovery. Warning for mention of suicide attempts.

[bellarkeselection]

Tony stark x reader

Reader is having anxiety after her crush won't message her all day til later Tony gets upset and the team has to tell reader he has feelings for her and he hates how she's being treated

Thor's Gossiping Mouth Helped This Time

Laying on the long couch in the Stark tower living room i had been staring at my phone for who knows how many hours. I had recently went on a date with my current crush and he said he would text me later...except it's been almost two weeks and I have gotten no response. I normally didn't get this worried about relationships since I was an Avenger and had really no time for one. But the waiting is killing me right now.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep staring at that phone?' Lifting my head up I saw Tony enter the room in a stained work shirt since he had been down in his lab working on his suits.

Laying my phone in my lap I sniped at him. "I just thought he would have messaged me back already. I thought the date had went so well."

"I don’t see the need for that tiny magical device when you have someone in front of you that care for you, Lady Y/n." Thor came from the kitchen with a big sandwich in his hands.

Tony whipped his head around at the God. "Nobody asked you, Lord Shakespeare!"

"I am not this Shakespeare you speak of. My name is Thor and I didn't need your permission to speak when I can tell that you have feelings for Lady Y/n." Thor points his freehand in my direction on the couch.

I was only half paying attention to the bickering going on between the two grown adult men. Holding the phone in my hands I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts that were being to form in my mind. I had decided that it was time I tried my hand at getting a boyfriend. I loved being an Avenger but I wanted a life away from the superhero life even if it was only for a few hours. "Why weren't you text back, Dustin?" I mumbled under my breath seeing the time on my phone read 11:58pm, two minutes till midnight. Meaning I had been waiting by the phone all dang day and....absolutely nothing.

"Shakespeare wrote plays and poetry. Seriously what did they teach you on whatever planet you came from?" Tony covered his face with his hands.

Thor had nearly finished the whole footlong sub in a matter of seconds talking with his mouth full but Tony still heard what he had said. "If Shakespeare was this great writer. Maybe you should see if he can give you some tips to get over your fears and just tell Lady Y/n how madly in love with her you are."

"Frustrating god man." Tony stomped, brushing past him and left around the corner.

I locked my phone screen hearing the bedroom door slammed behind him. Getting to my feet I sat my phone on the table following after the billionaire and man who declared he was Iron Man to the whole world. Standing outside his bedroom door I paused before pushing it opened seeing him laying on the bed facing the window. Crossing the room I sit down touching his shoulder. "Tony, are you okay?"

"Thor needs to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't have the right to tell how I feel about you." He grumbled under his breath clearly annoyed.

I slowly pushed him onto his back so he was looking at me instead of the wall. "And how do you feel about me, Stark?" I needed to know what was going through his head. He normally just said whatever he was thinking but now he was holding back from me. Which I didn't care for...I thought we were closer than that. Unless my feelings towards him were wrong.

"It doesn’t matter Y/n. You're already dating that uh...Dustin guy. I've lost my chances." The billionaire covered his face with his hands trying to hide.

Removing his hands from his face I shook my head retracting what he believed. "Tony, I am not dating anyone. Dustin and I went on one date and clearly he doesn't feel the same way since he hasn't messaged me in over a week. So I say hell to him cause I only care about you...I always have."

"You're not joking, Y/n. Because if you are I will make Dum-E kick you out of my house right now." Tony sat up on the pillows behind his head hands in his lap.

Rather than answer him verbally I leaned forward pressing my lips onto his. He pauses briefly before he released what was happening and he kissed back. Tony wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me against his chest and my fingers threaded themselves into his black locks. O moaned into the kiss when one of his hands ran through my hair making it a mess until we needed air. "I think that proves I'm not joking quite good don’t you think?"

"I might need some more convincing just to be sure. You know preforming issues and all." He chuckled drawing me in for another deep kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck we fell backwards onto the pillows. Rest assured Tony wasn't angry over Thor's big mouth anymore.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[blackfawn]

Irondad and Spiderson Time travel fic I wrote at 22:53 Be warned, it's angsty.

During the battle of endgame, Peter is the one to use the gauntlet. Time-travel hijinks ensue.

*EDIT I fixed it! Read here it on ao3*

It lands in front of him, and he just. Grabs it. hellhounds are hot on his heels, so he runs.

There's chaos and death all around him, allies being cut down like bad weeds. Everyone he knows is far away, and he can't find Tony. The gauntlet is in his hands, thrumming with cosmic energy that makes his spider sense scream. He can feel its power. It sets his skin abuzz, and he knows he can stop this.

He slips it on, and he hears someone shout in the distance. He thinks of all the lives that will be taken if Thanos wins, and he refuses to allow it. The Titan sees him, and they both stare at each other. Peter snaps his fingers, and he's immediately consumed by ridiculous amounts of untold power, coursing through his veins like fire.

His mind screams, and he almost can't resist the knee-jerk reaction to tear the gauntlet off.

He grinds his teeth hard and drags his mind back from the depths of the pain and focuses on one single thought. Destroy Thanos and his army.

The air whines and trembles, his heart roaring in his ears like a drum as the essence of the stones wraps around him with incomprehensible power and surges outwards faster than light in a deafening shriek.

He doesn't have to look around to know it worked. He can feel it in the way every atom in his body screams in unison. It feels like he's being shredded on a molecular level.

He distantly notices that the noise has stopped all around him. There's a pressure in his ears, and he vaguely understands that it's his hearing that's gone.

His knees hit the ground, and he's suddenly hit by how tired he is. He can rest now, surely? Now that Thanos is gone. He just needs to catch his breath.

Tony's mind is a whirlwind of determination as he fights with every ounce of strength he has. All his years as Ironman, as an Avenger, are dragged back to the forefront of his mind as the hellish creatures race from Thanos's ship. He sees Pepper and Rhodey handling themselves and some of the anxiety loosens. He focuses on killing every creature he can, fighting his way closer to Thanos so they can finally end this.

The kid's here somewhere, and that knowledge brings the anxiety back tenfold.

Peter hadn't aged a day. He'd almost tripped and fell flat on his face as he stumbled and pulled the kid into his arms.

In that moment, everything was right again. His kid was back, and the world was whole.

When the screeching faceless creatures, he's about to blast, turns to dust in his hand, alarm bells ring in his head. Everyone looks around as Thanos's army disappears, but Tony's eyes are darting around trying to spot a familiar figure in red and blue. The wizard's warning is ringing in his head, and he can't see Peter. Where is he. Where is my kid.

There's a circle of people standing. He spots Rogers, and when he catches the expression on the man's face, he blasts the suit’s engines at full speed. Something is wrong, and the closer he gets, the more he has a sick feeling in his gut that it's the reason why he hasn't seen Peter.

When he sees him. Tony screams. His thoughts are a constant stream of nononono, not by son, not my kid, not Peter.

He steps out of the suit and falls to his knees and Peter-

Peter smiles at him. Tony swallows down the sobs that fight to claw their way out of his throat and smiles back.

God, his face. Half of Peter's face is charred and black. The other half is drained of all color, his normally warm cheeks now a dull grey.

Tony cups the good side of Peter's face with a shaking hand swipes his thumb over his cheek. He can't imagine the pain-Tony swallows thickly and pushes it out of his mind. Peter needs him. He can break down later.

He feels the eyes of the people gathered around them, and he doesn't care if they can see the tears streaming down his face. All he can see is the burnt face of his son, staring through him with vacant eyes.

Carefully, he brushes what curls aren't burnt out of his son's eyes. A sob catches in his throat, and then Pepper is at his side. He sucks in a shaky breath, willing himself to take some of her strength and push through.

Tony tells Peter how proud he is. He tells him about his sister, how much she loves him, and that he's her favorite hero in the whole world.

As Peter wheezes for air, dying before his eyes, he says everything he wishes he'd said sooner. Tony takes Peter's unharmed hand in his and tells him how brave and beautiful and perfect he is.

When Peter opens his mouth and can only manage to let out a croak, he hushes him gently.

"Shh, don't speak. It's okay, Pete". He says, knowing it's the furthest thing possible from okay. "You did it, underoos. We won, we won, Pete-"

He can't. His voice catches, and he can feel himself shattering irreparably. Rhodey clasps his shoulder. It gives him the strength he needs.

Tony leans forward and kisses Peter's head, cradling the back of his head. He carefully pulls him against his chest and starts rocking them back and forth, unable to hold his grief back anymore. He cries in Peter's hair.

Tony almost misses the weak squeeze to his hand. He feels Peter's lips move against his neck, and he strains to hear the shaky whisper.

"Love you, dad."

His heart jumps and bleeds. How long had he dreamt of hearing those words? And now the universe gives him his wish in the most twisted way possible.

"I love you too, Pete. God, I should have said it before. I love you so much. So much, I missed you underoos. Every day." Tony says, hating himself for not having the spine to say it sooner. So much time wasted, dancing around the obvious. Tony fucking loves the kid. And he's about to lose him forever.

Peter gasps. Tony's heart stutters at the wet, agonized sound it makes.

"M-May...tell her...'m 'orry."

Tony swears he'll tell her. He smiles and tells him how proud she'll be of him.

Peter is fading like a candle in the breeze. Tony rocks them, silently begging anyone who will listen not to take him. He's too young, too bright to be taken so soon.

But he knows what Peter needs him to say. So he forces the words he never wanted to speak out of his mouth in what he hopes is an even voice.

"It's okay, Peter. You can rest, kiddo. We'll be okay. You can sleep, bambino. I'm right here. Dad-Dad's got you."

And Peter does. His eyes are so heavy, and when Tony tells him it’s okay, he lets them fall shut. He's just so tired. And Tony's heart is steady and strong enough that he can hear it through the fog in his mind. He can rest like this in his dad's arms.

The last thing he hears is Tony's cracking voice telling him he loved him before everything fades into nothing.

The battlefield is silent with the exception of Tony's hoarse pleading and crying.

"No, no! Please, please, he's just a kid. He's just a fucking kid! Open your eyes, please, Pete, look at me. Look at me, kiddo, I'm right here-I'm here I've got you, just open your eyespleaseplease-Rhodey, god, he can't be dead. He has to go home. He was supposed to come home."

The Avengers watch the tragedy unfolding before then with mournful eyes. The wakandians give their solemn respect. T'challa looks at the boy, so much like his sister and promises to take the tales of his heroic deed back to Wakanda, The Guardians following soon after, vowing to spread the word into the depths of space. Only Nebula stops to hug Tony.

She offers the closest she can to words of comfort. "He would have grown into an exceptional warrior, Stark."

Eventually, Rhodey has to pull Tony off his kid's-his nephew's body.

Tony kicks and screams and cusses, letting out the most gut-wrenching howls as he does.

The heroes still standing on the battlefield look on with somber and pitying looks.

They return to earth, and Tony goes through the motions. He receives a stream of condolences until he mutes his notifications.

He hates it. He wants to scream and break things. Because he doesn't want to win if it's like this.

Peace isn't worth losing my son.

Yet here we are.

The world learns about Peter's sacrifice. They'll never forget that Tony's son saved the world. He'll make sure of it if it's the last thing he does. Morgan will always know how brave her brother was.

The letters and flowers never stop coming, even months after the fact. Tony and Pepper read them together. Every year, the mail comes pouring in. Parents, children, all thanking Peter for his sacrifice, sharing their stories with Tony. It helps. He feels like Peter would be happy to read these, to know how many families he reunited. They put up the drawings they receive in Peter's room. The room he never got to see.

Eventually, years later the pain gets easier to carry. Tony refuses to let his grief destroy him. Peter is gone, but Morgan and Pepper need him.

They raise Morgan with the memories of her brother, Happy and Ned and MJ all stay close in touch, reuniting for holidays and Peter's birthday to reminisce.

Tony will never stop believing it should have been him, but when he sees Morgan, all grown up and off to college, he can't help but be thankful he gets to see it. And sometimes, when they're all together, alive, and well, he swears he can feel Peter with them.

~~~~~~~~~

Countless universes and timelines away, Peter opens his eyes, alive and confused, decidedly not dying in Tony's arms on Titan.

[frostironfudge]

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.

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

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. 

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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Tony Stark Has a Heart Fic Recs pt 2

Hello everyone!! I still have plenty of fics with this tag left in my bookmarks, so we're back for a part 2! I hope you enjoy reading them <3

You can find part one here.

xvii. drugged by tempestaurora (2.3k)

“Well,” the doctor said, “it seems you two can only tell the truth. I’ll call the team in to start working on a fix, but I do recommend you don’t leave the tower in case you say something you usually wouldn’t.”

“I’ll be fine,” Peter said.

The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at him. “Peter, are you Spiderman?”

“Yes.” Peter blinked. “I see your point.”

Peter Parker's Incorrect Quotes Page by EmilyWeaslette (2.5k)

Peter opens an 'incorrect quotes' account for the Avengers on Twitter, without telling them. When the team discovers the account, and Peter is too embarassed to come forward as it's creator, panic and hilarity ensue as the team try to figure out how private conversations are being eavesdropped on. Peter's just trying to avoid being caught.

Besides.

It was all Shuri's idea.

Candy from Strangers by peter_parkr (2.8k)

Peter heard footsteps approaching the bathroom. Tony pushed the door open and hesitantly poked his head in.

"Oh, shit." His eyes were met with the sight of Peter, whiter than a ghost, crumpled on the floor in fetal position. Peter tried to smile up at Tony, but it came out as more of a grimace.

"Hey, ms'r strk. Welcome to my h'me." Peter flopped his arm over on the floor in greeting. Tony sighed... this was going to be a long night.

Where my heart lies by Maicaly (3.5k)

Peter Stark is taken from his school's parking lot, and 46 hours later, Tony receives a message with a location. Steve, Rhodey and Sam follow him to an abandoned building with a unpleasant surprise inside - that will put Tony's nerves at test.

Repeat After Me by battybatzgirl (3.8k)

Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.”

“I don’t know, some twelve year old—”

Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.”

“—Fifteen year old—”

Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.”

Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?”

“Son of a bitch.”

Love, hate on by madasthesea (3.9k)

She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

She had only intended to grab Stark, tell him what he’d done that merited the punishment she was going to give, and kill him fast before anyone started looking. But here was this kid, an act of providence.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. An eye for an eye, a child for a child.

kidnapping by killerqueenwrites (4.6k)

Steve wakes up cuffed to a chair, which is kind of annoying considering he has a meeting today. 

He’s just coming to the conclusion that he really might be in trouble when he notices the kid across from him.

or Steve and Peter get some bonding time, and Tony is freaking out.

Um, I'm Invoking Parental Rights by teaandtumblr (5.8k)

5 times Peter calls Tony "dad" to bail him out, and the 1 time he means it.

Perhaps He's Not Missing Out After All. by NotYoCheese (6.6k)

Peter is devastated after he is told that he is not allowed to go on the field trip with the rest of his class tomorrow. Tony steps in and tells him that he can stay at the tower on the day of the field trip. Only, Peter didn't realize that the field trip was to the tower, and guess who the lucky intern who gets to give them a tour is . . .

Featuring a shocked class that finds out that Peter isn't lying, a very angry Flash, and maybe even some IronDad Fluff

Planes, Trains, and the Trauma Response by imgoingtocrash and savvysass (6.9k)

The world around him is solid. It makes sense. Despite the existence of aliens and literal gods in their galaxy—the science of it all makes sense. They just have yet to figure it all out.

Then he’d been thrown into a spiral of falsehoods—one after another, all so fast, all so real—and suddenly he’s in

the Netherlands. It’s too nice compared to the horrors he became used to—a far cry from the real world: a world of dead parents, dead uncles, and half of a universe, dead with the snap of one creature’s fingers.

Where once there was certainty…now there’s fragility.

So, when he sees Tony step out of the plane instead of Happy…he falters.

Mr Stark Enough For You? (another field trip fic bcs we dont have enough) by Livinei (7k)

Peter isn’t worried because he thinks Tony won’t say yes, he’s worried because he’s sure Tony will. And he’s not sure how he feels about having his entire class waltzing around the place where he spends practically more time than in his own home, where he has his own room, and where he regularly eats Lucky Charms with one of the most influential men in the country, in his pajamas. Not that they’d ever know any of that. Tour groups don’t go to the living quarters of the Tower anyways, they hardly ever go past the 50th floor, Peter knows that. And it isn’t fair to his class if he doesn’t ask just because he…spends a lot of time there?

Yeah, Peter sighs, he has to ask. He promised, anyways.

you'll always get there first by crowkag (7k)

Home, home, home home home. It played on loop in Peter’s brain, loud and tumbling and distracting…

But not in a way that would have him miss the silver Audi speeding toward him in the opposite direction, a sight that made him do a double-take for two reasons.

One, because the fancy car was a foreign presence after nothing but rusty, dented Ford pickups for the past hour.

And two, he was pretty sure that was Tony in the driver’s seat.

Peter Parker's Super Secret Snack Stash by coconutknightshade (7k)

"It's D, Peter. We talked about this."

“No it’s not, Ned. Because if it were D then I would be wrong and that would put me at a 65% already on this practice exam and we haven’t even gotten through it all. I can’t fail another history exam, Ned! This last one is worth 60% of our grade! If I fail this final then I’ll fail the class and if I fail the class then I’ll be kicked out of school-”

“You’re top of our year, Peter.” You can almost hear Ned’s eye roll as he talks over Peter.

“- and if I’m kicked out of school then I’ll be forced to live on the streets exchanging sexual favors for money and I can’t do that, Ned! I wouldn’t even know what to charge- I mean, what’s the street value of a blow job, Ned? Do you know? Because I sure as shit don’t.” At this point Ned is outright giggling over Peter’s theatrics.

Pickle Starburst by Bergen (7.5k)

One mundane evening, an awkward, wide-eyed teenager with strange enhanced abilities tumbles into Tony’s office and claims he is from the year 2017, twelve years into the future.

Tony doesn’t really do kids. Or whack jobs. So a combination of the two is a challenge.

But when has Tony ever backed down from a challenge?

for the love of freefall by sagemb (7.9k)

Happy does not, in fact, pick Peter up on Wednesday. Instead, when he and Ned walk out of the school building, there’s a small crowd gathering next to a convertible orange Audi R8 idling in the fire lane. A man with a familiar goatee and rose-colored sunglasses is sitting in the driver’s seat.

Peter’s brain short-circuits for a second.

5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by losingmymindtonight (8.7k)

Peter sleepwalks, Tony stresses.

Man in a Can by JinxQuickfoot (10k)

Peter could hear the voices floating down to him, muffled by the floorboards nailed into place above his head and cemented over with the industrial strength tiles that made up Tony’s workshop floor. The last thing he had remembered was a dark figure appearing over him in bed, then he had woken up here, groggy and exhausted and unable to move.

Unable to move because whoever had grabbed him had covered him in concrete from toes to mouth, repaired Tony’s floor, and left him there.

We Will Foresee Obstacles by blackwatchandromeda (11k)

The war is over. Thanos has been defeated, the population has been restored, and Peter has lost one of the most important people in his life.

After the funeral, Peter meets Harley and Morgan. They're all in the same position, all missing the same person, and it's not long before they come up with a scheme to save him.

That is, if they can pull it off.

When You Assume Wrong by TentativeTreason (14k)

Tony is hiding something.

The Avengers notice the little discrepancies in Tony’s behaviour, and they eventually come to the only conclusion they can think of: Tony is having an affair.

Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep by blondsak (16k)

...and the one time he actually was.

Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

Definitely Worth It by jennylarner (16k)

Peter doesn't want to go on a field trip to Stark Tower. It's a recipe for disaster. His class doesn't believe him, his teacher doesn't believe him. If he makes it through the entire day without being suspended, it'll be a miracle. Unfortunately for Peter, he's never much believed in miracles.

What I Really Need is You by happyaspie (18k)

Five Things Peter Needs From Tony and One Thing He Wants.

@ironman follows you by malyin_roza (27k)

“Eighteen detentions last month alone, disgraceful amount of absent hours – often odd classes mid-day or half a day. I won’t mention the after-class clubs, or nerd groups, or whatever it is you do for ‘fun’ that actually counts in to your records anyway.”

Peter sat frozen on the spot, his face growing hot and red after rapidly paling when Tony began talking.

“I – I – look, I, let me explain – “

“That’s,” Tony pointed at him, silencing with one look, “that’s where we might start.”

“Start?” the teen repeated uneasily.

Sweet Jesus, what did he have on him?

“I solved it all, you’re welcome.”

A beat of silence as Peter blinked at him.

Cloak and Dagger by Velnetta (34k)

After being kidnapped with some of earth’s greatest defenders, Peter is grateful that it appears that their captors aren’t aware that he’s Spider-man.

The problem? To the Avengers, he's just Tony Stark's teenage intern- and Peter intends to keep it that way.

turn back the clock (and I'll try again in the morning) by madasthesea (35k)

Peter gets stuck in a time loop. In it, he lives through some of his worst nightmares, only to wake up that morning and have no one remember. He needs Tony to help him get through.

And if that isn't bad enough, his identity is revealed over and over, every day.

Time to Pretend by Rowan_M (38k)

A villain attacking New York sends an injured Peter back in time to the year 2000. Not knowing how to get home, Peter asks Tony Stark for help and ends up finding out a lot about his and Tony's past.

Peter is given an opportunity to change the future, or leave things be.

In My Dreams by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays (48k)

Red.

Red was quite the color.

The color of love, the color of hate.

The color of glowing cheeks under a streetlight, of smiling lips and sweet rose petals. The color of a sour lollipop in a child’s young hand.

The color of war, of blood, of pain. The color that plagued the nightmares of the bravest men.

Yes, red was quite a few things at once, but right now, it was the color that coated Peter Parker’s hands as he stumbled away from the warm corpses of his aunt and uncle, silhouetted cruelly by the neon store signs, and into the unknown of a quiet, star-dotted night in Queens.

A Hundred Feet Under by thisisnotourlasthunt (59k)

Months after the events in Civil War, a chemical outbreak causes the whole world to fall in a comatose state. The Avengers, who had to reunite when people began to fall, are forced to trap themselves inside a bunker until Bruce Banner and Helen Cho can figure out an antidote. This leads to new friendships to form, and others to heal. All of this a hundred feet underground.

Things go well, until they don't.

While Tony and Steve revisit their actions in Civil War and deal with being a team once again, one of their team members was silently compromised by the chemicals. None of them knew until the effects began to appear. Emotions are shared. The team becomes a family once again and some learn that despite their past actions, there will always be people that will love and care for you. Also, Tony is a stressed dad to a teenager with concerning lack of self preservation skills.

It's a Secret to Everybody by Snapdragon_in_the_Snow (97k)

Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they're confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony's secret son.

Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

built from scraps by peterstank (138k)

“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

Brave as a Noun by edema_ruh (161k)

Some people think that Peter is Tony's son. Why shouldn't they? Peter seems to be orbiting Tony all the time, and it's not like the billionaire tells him off. They have a nice relationship - Peter is glad to have a father figure, and Tony cares for the kid as if he's actually his son.

The first problem regarding this arises when the people who think that Peter is Tony's son kidnap him for ransom.

The second problem regarding this arises when one of the people who kidnaps Peter turns out to be Mac Gargan, the Scorpion, and he's hungry for revenge.

Identity Theft by KitCat992 (267k)

It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear.

Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers.

Somehow between all of this, Spider-Man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral.

Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes.

Stab Me in the Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7 (296k)

"I am going to find Tony," the man hisses in Peter's ear, his gaze cold and cruel. "And when I do, I will kill him, slowly. What do you say to that-" The man stops short because Peter's shoulders are shaking, and before he can curl his lip in victory, he hears a snicker. When he lets go of Peter's hair, the teen's head slumps to his chest, but it's not out of exhaustion or defeat...it's to hide a smile.

The boy lets out a laugh, shaking his head before glancing to the sides admitting apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's just- it is so fun to mess with you!" He looks around before snorting, "Tony Stark? That's your play? You're not screwing with me, right? You actually thought that would work? Sorry guys." Peter straightens in his chair with a sneer and a cocky wink, "Tony doesn't give a flying crap about me."

And that's it! Happy reading, and if you have any other fics to rec with this tag - whether they be yours or your friend's - please share them with me! And, as always, thank you to all the amazing writers who share their works with us.