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Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

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Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to tell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

.

Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

His innocent assistant

Pairing | Tony Stark x Lab Assistant!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 600 words

Summary | Tony's feeling a little needy, and he can't resist asking his sweet, innocent lab assistant for help. You don't like seeing your boss in any discomfort, so you're more than happy to help out.

Rating | Explicit (E)

Warning(s) | Use of nickname: Sweet Girl, innocent Reader

Smut | Reference to a blowjob, cockwarming, Daddy kink, slight size kink

A/n | I found this deep down in my drafts, and I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for sparking this idea at the time. This is my little present from me to you this Christmas! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | This isn’t proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.

Events Masterlist | Free Space | @marvel-smash-bingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

"C'mere, Sweet Girl, Daddy's having a problem, and he needs your help to fix it," Tony says in a sweet voice, knowing exactly what to say to get you to listen to him and do exactly as he says.

"Is everything okay, Daddy?" You ask, still a little unsure of calling him Daddy, but he assures you that it's normal for lab assistants to call their bosses Daddy.

"M perfect, Sweet Girl," he tells you as he's eyeing you in your dress that hugs every curve to perfection. It's one of your favorites, and you put it on because Tony told you he liked it the last time you were at one of Tony's parties.

"It's okay; you can get closer. I won't bite." Stretching out his hand, you put yours in his, and he guides you over to him, and that's when you see he's incredibly hard. Seeing you doing as he asks has him hard beyond belief, and he can't believe he has such an obedient, innocent, sweet thing as his lab assistant.

"D-Daddy, are you in pain again? I can help it go away again! Last time, it worked, too!" You tell him excitedly, referring to when you helped "cure" his pain by sucking him off.

"I am Sweet Girl, but I don't think that medicine will work today. I think the one that might help me feel better is in your Princess parts," he says, meaning your - now soaked - pussy.

"But Daddy, it's so big I don't think it will fit!" You tell him with a frown and slight pout, making Tony only hornier. He's never been more glad with someone as innocent as you.

"Don't worry, Sweet Girl; Daddy will make sure it's going to fit, and when it does, you can sit on my lap and keep me warm; how does that sound?"

After thinking about it for a few seconds, you happily nod, wanting to do anything you can to help your boss get rid of his pain. He takes a seat on one of the rolling chairs in his lab before unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, finally able to free his thick, long, veiny cock.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to it, and you start to salivate at the sight, biting your lip while subconsciously squeezing your thighs together for a little relief.

"I'm ready for you, Sweet Girl," he tells you before pulling you closer, and one of his hands glides under your dress to your soaked pussy.

"Did you not wear panties today, Sweet Girl? Hmm, and I can already feel the medicine, but it needs to be in before it can work," Tony says as he guides you to straddle his lap.

You've never been with someone as big as Tony before, and it is quite a stretch since he's long and thick, but your pussy it's tight and small, making it a bit of a stretch. With a deep groan, he slides you onto his cock, and loud moans escape your lips, unable to hold them in. It's not that Tony would want you to do that, anyway.

"Oh, Daddy! Feels so good," you tell him as you experimentally roll your hips a few times, but his large hands quickly stop you on your hips.

"You just need to keep me warm, Sweet Girl; that's the best way for the medicine to work,'' he tells you. Once you're finally comfortable, you lean into Tony and place your head on his shoulder, earning yourself the praise you've been dying to hear from him daily.

"Good fuckin' girl,'' he tells you with a deep groan before getting comfortable and letting you melt into his hold as he returns to what he was doing.

[tonysslut]

hear me out, mob boss Tony Stark smoking a cigar while you sit on his lap and he gently plays with your pussy!!!! and in the meantime the two of you also share a glass of his best whiskey... I bet that would be his favorite way to unwind after a hard day

i wanna kiss your brain for sending this 😩

minors dni, pls don't copy or repost my work

warnings: teasing, fingering, overstimulation, italian mob boss tony 😏

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You were sitting on Tony's lap with your white lacey panties pushed to the side while he buried his knuckles in your cunt. His other hand held a cigar. The smell invades your senses as you try your best to keep still and not spill the amber liquid that was in the glass you were holding. 

“Such a pretty little pussy, squeezing my fingers so tight.” He groans, slowly thrusting in and out of your heat. “Don’t spill my whiskey, amore mio.” a warning as you start to squirm. 

 You weren’t sure how many orgasms he’d pulled from you. You could barely feel your legs, and Tony’s pants were soaked with your arousal, permanently marking them with your scent.  

“I won’t, daddy.” You whine, trying to focus on the glass instead of how good his fingers feel. 

Tony came home stressed from all his meetings, texting you to wait in his office with a glass of whiskey and his favorite lingerie set. You expected him to down his drink and fuck you senseless, but instead, he patted his lap and insisted on just playing with your pussy, calling you his “stress reliever." 

How could you deny him that? 

You watched as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your arousal glistening in the light as he sucked them into his mouth, moaning at your sweet taste. “You want a taste?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded as you parted your lips. 

A mixture of whiskey and your arousal hit your tongue, you moaned as your tongue swirled around his fingers to get every last drop. He watched, almost hypnotized, as you sucked on his finger, big doe eyes staring back up at him. 

He set his cigar on the holder and took the whiskey glass from your hands, taking a swig, then placing the glass on his desk. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he trailed them down your sternum and stomach before pressing against your swollen and oversensitive clit. 

At the same time, he presses his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp as he drags you closer to your orgasm. His tongue slips past your parted lips, roaming your mouth as he draws you closer to your orgasm. You dig your nails into his arm when he thrusts his fingers into your cunt, almost instantly hitting a spot that has your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Feels good, huh?” He groans, putting his palm flushed against your clit to stimulate it while he curls his fingers inside you. 

“S’good.” You whine, back arching as he uses his free hand to grab you hips, keeping you seated on his lap. “Gonna cum!” 

Your legs shake as your release washes over you, muscles stiff and vision blurry. Tony’s movements don’t stop, he makes sure to drag it out for as long as possible, loving how you turn into putty afterwards. 

“Good girl, you’ve made such a mess.” He whispers in your ear. 

You look up at him with glazed eyes, barely registering his words, only attempting to jerk away when he pulls his fingers out only to place them on your clit once again. 

“Can’t. S’too much.” You slurred but give into the painful pleasure.  “Just give me one more, amore mio. Then I’m going to need you to clean up the mess you’ve made.”

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[larcenywrites]

His Assistant

Dom!Tony Stark x sub!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ | Minors DNI | unprotected p in v sex | blowjob | cunnilingus | claiming/ownership kink | Sir kink | light bondage | choking | hair pulling | some degradation | some praise | possessiveness | jealousy | office sex | rough sex | she/her pronouns | afab reader | lots of porn with some plot

Word count: 4.5K

You could probably guess all the nasty thoughts behind that overly polite smile and charming façade. It was embarrassing, the image of you always haunting the front of his brain, and how he schemed nearly every day different ways to get a reaction from you or to get you close. He loved the way he could get you flustered when he purposefully let you catch him shirtless or when he occasionally guided you through a crowded building with a hand on your back or on your arm; or how tense you got when he brushed against you and he could hear your breath hitch; how supportive you were of him when he was having a bad day, and how he wished that sweet smile on your lips was pressed to his cheek instead. 

Or wrapped around his cock, just to help him feel a little extra better. 

After a couple of years of such tortuous feelings and playful chasing, saying he was starting to get antsy was an understatement. He almost felt silly about how quickly that spark of arousal would pluck at his spine when you walked into the room, and how he subtly tried to keep you around for more conversation even when he didn't need anything else and it was time for you to leave. He was a grown man and your boss, so he should have some better self-control! He doesn't even get this hot and bothered when he's actively reeling in a night's lay! 

No, it didn't start out like this. He was actually very professional at first! Well... there was a reason other than friendliness when he so quickly asked you to just call him by his name and not by 'Mr. Stark' (though chaos still internally ensued when you gave him an obedient yes, sir). Sure, he thought you were pretty and had a thought or two about what it might be like to have you under him, but he did that to everyone he met! He's naturally a flirtatious person without even intending for it to go anywhere, so it wasn't long before he succumbed to his amorous nature. You'd probably just shut him down anyway or get a bit flustered, he figured. 

What he wasn't expecting was for you to bite back, and things just sort of snowballed from there. Maybe it was simple fun at first, but he was pretty sure that the playful glint in your eye was anything but innocent fun. 

What made it even worse was that you just doing your job was enough to get him excited. You were his good, obedient little assistant who did whatever he asked, and you always did it good just for him. That was literally just your job that you did almost every single day, and it drove him up the wall. However, you weren't always so compliant, and sometimes that was a good thing! You did help keep him out of trouble here and there, but while he enjoyed you looking out for him, he also couldn't stand it! He always wants his way anyway, but you were telling him 'no'? 

It's fine! It's your job, remember? 

But it never stops him from trying to persuade you. A rush of power when you look away with a sigh and reluctantly agree, the burn of a challenge in his chest when you oh-so-calmly hold your ground. The game is exciting when he doesn't know which he's going to get each day, but frustrating that he doesn't get to reward you for it. 

Or put you in your place.

Though one lucky day for him (and for you), the usual pushback was a little too hard and far too inviting. 

Holding a stack of papers against your chest and rushing around that busy morning, you weren't pleased to find your troublesome boss lounging around at his desk with a shockingly business-related magazine. With your free hand, you gently tugged the periodical from his hands. 

"I was reading that, you know," Tony quipped before eyeing you up and down.

"You can catch up on your reading later," you rebuked, laying his light reading to the side and resting that rather hefty stack of, uh- legal documents in front of him. His attention never strayed as he watched you organize through yesterday's papers. "You-"

"Is that a new dress?" He interrupted you with the obviously more important thing occupying his mind. You finally turned to him with a sigh. Nothing but innocent interest stared back at you with the end of a pen smooshing at his bottom lip; and now that you had a good look, the tie that normally hung around his neck was undone and gracing around his shoulders with a button or two undone for added comfort. You tried not to stare. 

"It is, and it's not for you," you managed to tease before returning to your previous work without a second glance. Your lack of attention dampened his spirits. 

"Then who's it for?" There was genuine confusion in his voice, a furrow of his brow. You didn't have a date, did you? Who could possibly be better than him? Your answer was actually more terrifying. 

"The shareholder meeting you have in an hour," you informed him with an almost mocking cheeriness before turning to him for a moment. "Wanted to look nice." 

Tony stared at you, that cool and collected facade barely faltering aside from the obvious oh shit behind his eyes. It was the same time every year, twice a year. Yes, you've been reminding him almost every day for the past month. It was mostly you that did all the hard work anyway; all he had to do was show up and look pretty and (hopefully) already know most of what was on those graphs and in those surveys. You turned back to what you were doing when he opened his mouth, already knowing what to expect.

"Can you tell them I'm sick?" 

"No."

"Please?"

"No," you said a little sternly, patience wearing thin and still needing to set up the conference room. 

"But you do so much for me," he continued his plea, trying to sweet-talk his way out of it. 

"I let you get away with too much is what I do."

"Then what's one meeting?" He was standing beside you now, facing you with one hand planted on the desk and another hovering at your elbow. 

"One very important meeting," you said, distracted now, realizing that all those papers you had him sign yesterday were very out of order. 

"You can't talk your way out of this one," you interrupted him before he had another chance to talk. He looked at you like a hurt puppy. 

"I can't even try?"

"Tony-"

"Come on," he took a smoother tone now, and you could already picture that soft smile gracing his lips as you felt a gentle touch to your elbow. You turned to him again, noticing that quick pull of a smirk that knew he was winning now that he'd garnered your attention. Well, thought he was winning. 

"Even you don't get paid enough to deal with your angry shareholders." Your semi-serious joke was met with an amused huff. That hand on the desk mirrored the one on your forearm. 

"Then I can make sure you're well compensated," 

You looked away, trying to control the grin spreading across your cheeks, as well as the blush when he seemed to lean in ever so slightly at your reaction. 

"As big as your compensation might be," you started, pausing to fix an undone button or two before working on that burgundy tie. You could feel that hard stare as you ran your hand down the silky material, keeping it flat against him and plucking that gold fastener from the pocket of his shirt. "My job is to keep you in line," you finished quietly. You looked back up at him as you pinned his tie to his shirt, feeling his abs gently twitch under your palm. He glanced down at your hand still pressed into him. His jaw wasn't the only thing getting tight.

"Is that the only thing in your job description?" He tried to spur you on, that soft smile gone when those brown eyes flicked back to yours with an alluring invitation. 

"It won't even take that long," you reasoned, directing him back to the matter at hand as if you hadn't just started a fire. He finally sighed, looking away and head rolling to the side in physical reluctance. As much as he tried to sway you with his touch (and sometimes it worked), he could never resist yours. 

"Okay," he muttered, backing down and returning to his seat, probably upset that you weren't playing with him. In a way, it was disappointing, but today wasn't a good day to waste time fooling around. 

"Do you need anything else?" 

"No," he said bluntly, propped up with a hand on his cheek and no doubt pouting. 

"Okay," you replied quietly. Admittedly, you did feel a little bad, giving him one last apologetic smile that he didn't even see and taking those papers into your arms. "I'll go finish setting up." He nodded, only looking your way once your back was turned and already heading out the door.

You left. Without even stroking his victim card! And so nonchalantly after touching him more than you ever have before and looking up at him in that way that had his imagination running-

He huffed in frustration, but no one was around to hear it. And now he had about thirty-five minutes to mentally prepare for a meeting with people he barely even liked! 

So when he finally decided it was time to show up, there you were: smiling with said people, gracefully faking laughs, and he knew you were being eyed the wrong way. Whatever the guy next to him was talking about, Tony wasn't listening. Instead, watching your every move while some other asshole put a hand in the same place he had earlier to get your attention. He couldn't explain the burn in his chest seeing someone else touching you, and you were letting them! Listening so attentively and getting what they asked for and- he couldn't take it! 

He needed to remind you who you belonged to, or maybe he needed to reassure himself. He saw his window of opportunity when you gathered up an unused stack of papers and hurriedly left to what he hoped was his office. He slipped away, mere minutes away from doing his actual job for once, and was relieved to find you hastily storing things away behind his desk. 

 "Oh, did you forget something?" You asked, unaware of the turmoil floating toward you and worried that maybe you forgot something. Or assumed that his stony glare was simply him about to enter another complaint to the complaint box (you).

Neither was the case.

"I don't like when people touch my things," he said with a low rumble, fingers tapping restlessly on the desk as he brushed up against you. 

You didn't need any context clues when you looked up at that ravenous stare. He was talking about you, like some spoiled child with his favorite toy. And if he wanted to play...

"I don't remember applying for this job to be one of your 'things', Mr. Stark," you replied cautiously, finally looking up at him and unsure whether to regret your words. You could tell you piqued his interest, with an unsure glint in his eyes and an interested head tilt. "And I don't appreciate when they talk back." As if testing the waters, a hand tentatively gripped around your throat. He could feel your nervous gulp against his palm, the faint rush of your pulse beneath his thumb. He had you fragile within seconds. Your eyes couldn't decide where to look, flicking between that predatory gaze and his lips slightly parted in thought. "I fucking own you," he stated calmly, taking his time to observe the features of your face now that he had you close in his grasp. You couldn't help but want to rile him further. 

"Then maybe you should act like it." The stare that had been lingering on your lips looked back at you with malice. The fingers around your neck slid along your jaw, tilting your chin up at a slightly uncomfortable angle like you were an item on display; just for him to handle however he pleased. His jaw was grinding in frustration.

"I have a meeting to get to," he reminded himself, looking you up at down once more as if deciding what to do with you. You were disappointed when his hand left your chin, but excitement welled up in your belly when he instead whipped that dark tie from around his neck with a commanding "turn around." You'd be crazy not to comply (for a number of reasons), but you still hesitated to let him have you so vulnerable. 

One of those things far outweighed the other. You did as he asked. 

Calloused fingers took your hands, bringing them behind your back and delicately lacing that silky material around until it had your wrists tightly bound. Now you couldn't go around playing nice with other men. A shiver followed the palm sliding up your back, his grip quickly engulfing the back of your neck. There was a firm yet gentle pressure pushing at the top of your spine, urging you down. You didn't need to think twice, already weak in the knees and easily buckling under his touch. You were well aware of what was directly behind you as you kneeled before him. 

"Wait for me to get back, okay?" His question was an instruction, back to lifting your chin as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him through your lashes, tied up and on your knees. The sight had his blood rushing, but your meek "yes, Sir" had him restraining every muscle in his body from taking you right there. He cruelly backed away from you, without another word or touch, quickly heading back before he was missed with nothing but you haunting the front of his mind. 

What felt like an hour was really only twenty minutes. A tense, frustrating twenty minutes that had him racing back to you as soon as the important stuff was done. No time for any of that idle chit-chat when he had you so obediently waiting for him in the other room. The opening of the door caught your attention, but the sharp click of the lock had that wave of excitement bubbling up again. You looked up at him eagerly. 

No words needed to be exchanged. Your mouth was already watering as he worked oh-so-slowly removed his belt, the jingling chime of its buckle tapping along your spine. Had your hands been free, you would be tearing at that button and zipper, far too impatient for the sweet time he was taking. He carelessly kicked his shoes to the side. And then his pants. And finally those fitted black briefs that hadn't been so well-fitted for the past hour. The sight of him went straight to your already dripping pussy, watching him stalk towards you as he jerked himself off and still in that now slightly disheveled button-up (which was a little disappointing). You looked up at him with eyes that begged him for permission, and what looked back was probably anything but. But you were eager to finally take that pretty cock in your mouth; so close now that all you had to do was lean forward just a little more…

But an all too familiar hold on your chin stopped you. He was tantalizingly close, a glistening drip of precum taunting you. The pad of his thumb grazed over your bottom lip before giving him a new idea. 

His hand may have left your jaw, but it wasn't to give you permission. Instead, he swiped a thumb over his slit, gathering his dripping slick. You didn't have to think twice about parting your lips for him, letting him press the wet digit to your tongue. You nearly moaned at his salty taste invading your senses, sucking it from his thumb and earning a hissed-out fuck. He should have known his good little assistant wasn't so good after all. He quickly pulled away from you to instead nudge the hot tip of his cock to your lips, still stroking himself and groaning at your tongue swirling around his head. As soon as your lips wrapped around him, he stopped, threading his fingers through your hair instead with a hum of approval with the shallow bobbing of your head. You let him graze the back of your throat before teasingly pulling all the way back, languidly sucking the head of his cock in and out of your mouth with wet sounds that had his dick twitching and nails biting into your scalp. 

You gazed up at him again as you slowly made your way further down, but before you could have any chance to pull back again, he impatiently thrust into you. You nearly choked, not prepared to take him so far but the tightening of your throat he'd waited so long for felt too good to stop. 

"I know that smart mouth can take more," he snarked breathlessly, cupping your jaw with his free hand to keep you still while he face-fucked you. Even running out of oxygen and tears pricking behind your lashes, you couldn't help but hum out a strangled moan at letting him use you for his own pleasure. 

Your nose was pressed into the nicely trimmed hairs of his pubis, holding you there for a few seconds while he caught his breath and nearly pulling all the way out to let you catch yours. Only a few pitiful pants later and he was sliding down your throat again, only this time with a hitch in his hips. The throbbing twitch in your throat let you know he was close, but so did the fist gripping tighter in your hair and the badly restrained groans above you. You let out a whimperish moan when he roughly pulled your head back with a breaking trail of saliva still connecting you to him. He sloppily jerked himself off at your still parted lips, nudging back in to rest his tip on your flattened tongue when you caught on.

"I don't want you making a mess," he said lowly with gritted teeth. It was code for: swallow it all, and he would be watching. His strokes finally slowed when the first bittersweet spurts trickled down your tongue, working him through the rest of his climax while watching you obediently take that pool of white.

"That's my good girl." The hand on your crown came down to cup your face, thumb brushing affectionately over your cheek and wiping away a stray tear from earlier. You could help but to greedily lick over his slit one last time as he pulled away. You licked the leftover taste from your lips as he bent down to capture you with his own, his tongue lapping over yours and stealing what little breath you still had in a messy kiss. A sharp tug on your makeshift restraints ordered you to stand, and you reluctantly parted from him while he so kindly helped you up. 

Though, as soon as you were finally back on your feet, you were not-so-kindly pushed face down onto his desk, the hand holding your wrists against your back promised no mercy. The sight of you bent over his desk was already getting him hard again. It was a fantasy he'd jerked off to in this very office numerous times, and now you were going to give it to him. Your dress was delicately lifted, fingers playing with the wet spot on your panties before tearing them down your legs. The wooden edge of the desk dug into your hips as he lined you up, already feeling him pushing against your entrance. 

The searing stretch had your bound hands flying back to grab at him in a plea to slow down when he finally pushed into you, too eager to lay his claim and watch himself fill you out. The involuntary constriction of your walls had you squirming, trying to give him more room while he impatiently kept pushing further and acquainting you with every vein and ridge. There was no warning or waiting once he reached your end, nearly pulling all the way out before harshly thrusting back in. A hand clamped down on your neck, keeping you where he wanted while the quick pistoning of his hips drove your own into the edge of the desk, mixing more pain into your pleasure but you wanted him to leave his mark.

 He was ecstatic to hear the cry of his name on your lips and see your tied-up hands pressing against him. He was the only thought behind those glazed-over eyes and that's how it should be. Everything you did was for him, and he would make sure you remembered it. Those pornographic sounds he pulled from you got louder each time he bottomed out. 

"Moan like you're my fucking whore," he encouraged you loudly, taking note of the whimpered sigh that followed and the desperate arc of your back as you clenched around him. "Is that what you are? Just for me?" You were ready to answer him, but only a few panted-out moans left your lips. A smug amusement crept into his grin at knowing he had you too fucked-out to answer, but he wasn't going to let you off that easy. That bruising grip snaked its way into your hair, roughly pulling your head back. "I asked you a question," he growled through barred teeth.

"Yes, Sir~" you quickly corrected yourself. He must have been pleased with that apologetic cry, pushing you back into the smooth wood and pumping into you just a bit harder with his free hand grasping at the edge of the desk for leverage. A moan of his own finally left his lips, letting himself get just as lost as you for a moment. "Always so good for me," he panted, this time without that sneer. His words fueled the flame in your core, already so close to peaking with each strong snap of his hips that kept him deep and relentless inside you. 

Tony knew it, too. Your tight heat threatening to milk him for everything he had, and, fuck, that's exactly what he wanted you to do. You felt him place an affectionate kiss to your neck before resting his head against you, the fist in your hair leaving to join his other on your waist. But there were no nails biting into your skin or another grip trying to leave bruises. Hands caressed softly at your sides, lovingly even. It's just that you were taking him so well and letting him be so rough with you that he just had to drop his tough act to adore you a little. Though he never slowed and your legs ached, the sudden softness had you weaker than the roughness did. 

But you knew Mr. Stark always had you ask for his permission before doing anything.

"Sir, please-"

"It's okay, honey, you can cum for me," he softly panted, pleased that you were asking but far too impatient to test your limit right now. "You've already done such a good job." 

It all finally had you gushing around him, giving him your last bit of control while the desperate pistoning of his hips drove you way over your edge. Hot breath fanned down your neck, tongue flicking over your skin when he licked his lips before the pleasant sting of teeth bit into the crook of your neck. He quickly came with you, arms tightly circling your waist as he finally stilled. He didn't even ask, but he wasn't asking anyway; he was making you his- you were his. Besides, you couldn't find a good reason to protest against the hot cum pooling inside you. 

Your hands were flattened against his stomach with how he was pressed into you, letting you feel the slowing rhythm of his breath and the tenseness of his muscles underneath. It was a surprisingly calm end to all that pent-up aggression that already had you sore, and it caused an emptiness when he finally slipped out of you. There was a ruffling sound of clothes, and you'd be lying if you said that the soft jingle of his belt buckle didn't light another spark as you barely noticed him standing right behind you. You expected him to free you from your binds -hoping- but the mixed mess between your legs gave him a better idea. 

You jolted at the strong tongue circling at your entrance, eating you out even with his seed still dripping from you. The added prickle of his facial hair scratching along your sensitive flesh left behind a pleasurable burn, and he didn't care that you were squirming in overstimulation; in fact he wanted to make it worse, overexcited from finally getting to taste you and going straight for your swollen clit. You couldn't really escape, hips still trapped against the desk and the hands on your thighs begging you to stay. He was only satisfied when you were nearly sobbing his name, shakey legs trying to close him out, and once again cumming hard- only this time around nothing. You were given one last cheeky bite to your thigh before he decided to finally leave you be, but not before thoughtfully pulling your dress back down for you and untying you with a gentle kiss to both of your wrists marked with a faint red. Now that you weren't bound and pinned, you propped yourself up on the desk, arching your back in a satisfied stretch to ease the stiffness in spine, and some of that soreness in your lower belly. Tony watched you as he took his seat, already imagining your naked form stretching out in his bed tomorrow morning. 

As much as you would have preferred to lounge around a bit longer, the wooden desk wasn't very comfortable, and, unfortunately, you had a conference room to clean up and Tony had papers to sign. So, you reluctantly stood up, pretending your knees weren't wobbly. Admittedly, he was disappointed to see you back on your feet so soon as if nothing had happened, even if a little shakey. He'd have to find a way to fix that later. 

You surveyed the floor for a few seconds for your underwear before deciding he probably did something with them that you didn't want to ask about. Unbeknownst to you, that was what he used to clean your mess from his cock, but he would've kept them regardless. After sliding your shoes back on, you instinctively turned to him, fighting the urge to take his lips with yours when he looked up at you. Oh, the sin that hid behind those innocent eyes. There wasn't even a trace. You had to look away. "Do you need anything else?"

He smiled at your diligent servitude, relaxing into his chair with a hand on his cheek. He'd make sure to exploit that more later, too. 

"No, but I will need you back at the house when we're done."

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 9: Anal - Tony Stark

Kinktober Day 9: Anal - Tony Stark x f!reader

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As you descended the glass steps all you could hear was the recognisable sound of metal clanging and heavy metal music. Others might have found it annoying but it was what made the house a home and your husband was a very big part of that.

Finally reaching the door to enter the workroom, you danced on your feet from the coldness of the floor against your bare toes as you quickly typed the password into the system to allow you entry. The noise blared now as you opened the door, stepped in and attempted to try and locate the man you were looking for amongst the mess that had been created.

Spotting Dum-E whirling around with the screwdriver, passing it low and then returning to full height without it, you assumed that was your best bet as to where to look. Each step was a mission in itself to try and not trip over the pieces of machinery and random items that you weren’t even sure as to what they were, in fact, you couldn’t even tell if he was working on anything Iron Man-related or on one of his cars.

Finally spotting his feet you clambered over a toolbox, careful as to not have your trenchcoat belt become loose, pulling on it tightly to double-check that it was secure. Opening your mouth, you were about to shout Tony’s name but decided against it, “Jarvis music off!”

“Yes, Mrs Stark” Jarvis politely responded as the music turned off completely leaving only the metal tinkering noises from whatever it was that Tony was doing but he soon paused at hearing you in the room. He was currently under an engine so you guess that explained your question as to what he was trying to fix.

It took less than a second for him to appear from underneath the machinery, he was led on a wheeled board that he scooted down until you could see his face. Those brown eyes that you loved so much searched over your appearance, squinting slightly in a questioning manner.

“Is… that what you’re wearing tonight?” you smiled at his suspicious tone but you gave him an equal amount of judgemental look up and down at his thoroughly stained band shirt and jeans.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” you repeated back to him.

“Why? Do you not like the smell of grease on a man?” he asked suspiciously wiping his hands on a nearby cloth before easing to his feet, moving closer to you whilst simultaneously glancing at the watch on his wrist and seeing the time. “You’re ready a few hours early”.

Shrugging your shoulders as you watched his approach, leaning up onto your tip toes to peck his lips quickly before he leaned back against his workstation. “Maybe I’m ready now”.

Tony nodded, “why the change in time?” you could still hear the hint of suspicion in his question.

“Can’t I want to spend time with my husband?” you responded nonchalantly, hand resting on his bicep.

“There’s something you’re not telling me, Mrs Stark” Tony commented, looking you up and down again, eyes focused on the fact that you weren’t wearing any shoes for a second too long.

“Maybe” turning to look around you casually mentioned, “I also don’t want to go out tonight”.

“I’ve already booked out the entire building for our beautiful meal that you have begged me all week to go to” he didn’t look annoyed with you but you already knew he wouldn’t be upset with the news.

“Like you care that we aren’t going out Tony”.

His hands moved to cup your waist, pulling your body closer so he could breath in your perfume that he had brought you for your last birthday. “What do you want to do instead?”

Instead of answering, you simply gave him an innocent smile before giving a half-arse excuse. “I was thinking that we could stay here, watch a movie, and order take-out”.

“Hmm… you know I do seem to remember suggesting that to you but what was it that you said? Oh yes, that we should be going out to celebrate our anniversary rather than staying in” he was starting to smirk, still not quite figuring out what you had planned.

With the back of your hand, you stroked his cheek, watching him nuzzle into you before turning and kissing your fingers. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind”.

“What do you have planned honey? I can tell you’ve got something hidden up your sleeve I just can’t quite figure it out…”

Tucking a hair behind your ear you finally gave in, “well that’s just the thing, Mr Stark”. Inching closer you grazed a kiss over his mouth, the scent of grease and a hint of aftershave that he’d used this morning wafting in the air, the feeling of his facial hair brushing against your cheeks, something that was your favourite feeling purely because it was so him. Leaning your forehead against his you continued, “I don’t have anything up my sleeve, in fact, there’s only one other thing attached to my body right now other than this coat”.

His eyes flicked to yours, giving them a good look to make sure you weren’t bullshitting him but you could see by the way he was biting his cheek that he knew you were telling the truth. His voice remained neutral, trying to hide his excitement, “what item of clothing have you got on under there then?”

“Who said it was clothing?” your statement caused Tony to frown once again confused.

He took a deep breath, running his hands around the front of the coat, gently grasping the belt to undo it, “well then, care for a peak?”

You abruptly stepped back, tightening the belt and shaking your head with a mischievous smile, “absolutely not, especially with Dum-E watching, he’s a child, Tony”.

Tony rolled his eyes and stood up from where he was leaning, looking towards his favourite machine, “thanks again Dum-E for being a cock-block, explain again why I created you?”

Dum-E made a sad whirring noise so you tapped Tony’s shoulder telling him not to do that. “If you want to see what’s beneath my coat babe, maybe have a shower and then we can talk some more” as you finished speaking you wiped at a dirty smear across his forehead.

As he leaned to kiss your cheek, moving around your body he whispered, “I hope we’ll be doing more than just talking honey”.

Five minutes later you were standing anxiously waiting in the middle of your’s and Tony’s bedroom, looking out over the ocean below, listening to the shower water running and then turning off in what must have been record time for him.

“What should I wear?” he shouted out to you. Thinking for a moment, you smiled in satisfaction at your decision.

“Nothing if you play your cards right”, you could have sworn you heard him whisper ‘yes’ to himself at your response and a moment later he was walking out of the bathroom that led directly into your bedroom. His hair was still slightly damp from being towel dried and his skin was glowing with the slight sheen from the moist air.

Your eyes drifted lower past his face, admiring the arc reactor that kept him alive, to the toned torso and finally the large towel that had been haphazardly tied lowly on his waist. “Someone’s excited to see me” you commented, staring at the obvious tent formed under the towel.

Tony hummed, now standing close enough to you to move some of your hair behind your shoulder giving him the space to kiss along the column of your neck. “Now can I take this damn coat off?” he growled.

Taking a step back, you left him standing in the middle of the room as you took tentative steps towards the bed, a flirtatious smile creeping onto your face as you lifted your hands to the collar of the coat.

First, you began by shifting the material down over your shoulders, Tony was watching your every move without blinking, scared he would miss something but also trying to search for whatever you had alluded to. His hands shook at his side, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch your soft naked skin.

Next came your breasts, already perked in arousal and the cool air that now brushed over the skin at being exposed, Tony became tense now, licking his lips. Slowly as you could, the coat slipped down your body, revealing your stomach and just as your treasured area was exposed you paused before dropping the coat entirely onto the floor revealing you were completely nude.

“Happy anniversary to me” Tony muttered, taking a step forward but you held up a finger to stop him which only caused him to frown and stick a bottom lip out in a pout. Turning on the spot you looked your shoulder at him, now with your body facing away from him so he was staring at your arse and finally, you leaned over the bed, resting your weight on your arms to reveal the present that you’d got for him.

In between your arse cheeks lay a gold-plated butt plug with a beautiful red jewel in the centre of the jewellery, in the perfect iron man colours. Tony could stand back anymore and rushed forward, eyes nearly bulging out of his head whilst his hands massaged the two fleshy globes.

“Fuck” was all he could bite out, his hands moving to pull the towel off and throw it onto the floor somewhere and you could see the drips of precum forming at the slit which had your hips shifting back closer to him, desperate to feel him. “Are you sure about this honey?”

“Yes, please Tony, I want you” you moaned, wiggling your hips.

Tony groaned at your words, gently kissing the bottom of your back as his hand gripped the red jewel, pulling back on it slowly and carefully so as to not hurt you. You’d been practising this for weeks to prepare for today, the only reason you even suggested going to the meal out was that you weren’t sure if you’d prepped yourself enough but you were sure that you had practised sufficiently for this to finally happen.

Your hole hugged the plug in tight but with special manoeuvring, it slipped out past the thickest part and the rest following out with ease, the sensation had you shivering against the bed. As he placed the plug on the bed, eyes wide as he stared at your slightly gaped asshole, you managed to inform him that there was lube in your coat, which he quickly reached for and pulled the tube out.

Tony then spent the next few minutes admiring your arse, kissing up and down your thighs and over the mounds, loving the fact that your cunt was glistening with juices, “I love you, Mrs Stark”.

Wiggling your hips once more in his face you replied, “I love you too”. Tony then proceeded to coat your arse and his cock in lube before standing to his full height, swiping his cock up and down your folds, loving the little mewling moans that you were doing at the sensation.

As gently as he could, he pressed the tip of his cock against your asshole, making sure to take his time so as to not overwhelm or hurt you but you’d been ready for this so as he came to the thickest part of his cock just past the tip, you sighed in satisfaction, pushing your hips back to show you were ok.

He hissed as he watched his cock disappear into your arse, he never in his wildest dreams thought you would agree to do anal and yet here he was, feeling light-headed at how good it felt. “So damn tight” he grunted, holding onto your hips tightly to stop you moving as he was close to spilling his load already at the feeling.

“Please Tony, fuck me” you moaned trying to roll your hips. Tony took a deep breath before pulling his hips back, watching your arsehole hug his cock before he thrust back in. His movements were calculated and slow, just testing the waters to see what you could handle but as you begged for more, he was more than happy to oblige.

The sensation was intense, it wasn’t like being fucked in your pussy where you had all of those beautiful sweet spots, this felt like a deeper pleasure, every time he would thrust his hips hard, it had your head swimming with happiness.

“Turn over baby” Tony ordered, pulling out of you to help you turn but moaned darkly at seeing your hole open from where his cock had been. You fumbled to turn over with his help, easing into the centre of the bed on your back so you could finally look up at the man you loved.

Reaching up, you pulled his face close to yours, kissing him deeply, tasting coffee on his breath as your legs were pushed back onto his shoulders, his cock once again being positioned at your arse before delving deep.

Your fingers gripped onto his back for some support, wanting him also as close as possible, your nails scratching his skin deep enough to leave marks but that only caused him to groan more. Tony leaned back on his knees, catching his breath all the while not stopping his thrusting, hands going from holding your legs to rolling your clit back and forth.

“Ah Tony, don’t stop please, I’m so close” you begged, eyes wide watching his cock disappear into your asshole.

“Cum for me, honey” he encouraged, slapping his hips against yours so that the bed shifted with the two of you.

“AHH fuck!” you screamed out, pussy and asshole contracting as the waves of pleasure pulsed through you, your orgasm rocking you hard. Tony eased up on his hard thrusts, kissing your legs as you gained control of your body once more.

Easing one of your legs over his body to join your other leg, he rolled you onto your side, moving in close behind whilst still deeply penetrating, arms wrapping under your head to pull your back against his chest until you were both spooned together. His mouth was nuzzling into your neck, sucking harshly against the skin that you knew would bruise later but you didn’t care, wanting him to mark you.

Rolling your hips in time with his, the thrusts were slower now, but still just as deep, filling you up thoroughly as Tony's hands caressed your breasts, massaging them before tweaking the nipples. 

You held onto his hands, eyes closed, just feeling every part of his body that was attached to you, invested in every perfect stroke of his cock.

“Tony please” you breathlessly moaned.

“What do you want babe?”

“I want you to cum with me,” you asked, knowing you were already peaking again and from the way, his thrusts were rocking you forward, he was close too.

It took only three more thrusts before you could feel something warm squirting into your deep hole, his body shivered with his orgasm, your name rolling off his tongue, just as much as he was on your tongue, your own orgasm punching through you desperately.

As the two of you caught your breaths, you massaged the back of his head comforting him as he brushed his warm hands over your stomach, his lips caressing your shoulder, feeling that beautiful facial hair again.

Finally, he shifted back, his flaccid cock slipping out of your hole as he looked down, he watched cum drip out of your gaping asshole

“Oh my god” he groaned at the sight, before sitting up and fully reaching a hand out for you, “would you like some help to the bathroom, love?”

“Who said I was done with you?” you asked innocently before laughing as he launchexd back onto the bed.

[s4nt4nny]

my pussyyy is throbbingggg😩😩🤤💞

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Headcanons request for Tony Stark’s daughter and tony being overprotective when someone says something mean in public when you stim. Thank you

(Except I liked this so much it became a full fic. Can be read standalone or as WYCFTQ)

You truly never understood the value neurotypicals placed on spontaneity. Its opposite, routine was everything that kept you grounded; safe, predictable, generally within your scope of capacity. Your worst days were the ones that were shoved off kilter by a change in plans, a cancellation, a meltdown that threw your timetable for a loop. You went to school, went to the tower, went home. That was your world. Small, but anything bigger felt unmanageable. Even that was barely manageable. So when Tony announced a surprise for you and Peter on an afternoon where school let off early, you felt unbalanced.

“Mr Stark, pleaaaaaseeeee tell us I literally can’t wait. I might die,” Peter, ever-impatient and fuelled by ADHD after his meds had worn off for the day, was literally vibrating with suspense. As opposed to your drained stillness, feeling like the floor had collapsed under you.

“You’ll like it, that’s all I’m giving you. Patience is a virtue, young one,” Tony raised an eyebrow at Peter, feigning a lecture. “And you’ll be fine,” he turned to you. “We’ve practiced using your strategies. We’ll bring stim toys, your headphones, and I’ve asked where we’re going to turn the lights down and music off to make it accessible. And they listened, because I’m me. We can leave as soon as you need, and you’ve got your communication device to tell us if you’re non-verbal. You’ve got this. It’ll be good for you, and for this hyped one over here,“ he ruffled Peter’s hair. “Capische? Good. Let’s go.”

Tony drove, but kept the music fairly low key. Peter was bouncing in the front seat, animatedly keeping a running list of all the possibilities that got increasingly far-fetched as Tony refused even the slightest hint. You had to admit, even through the snowdrift of anxiety that felt like it was building by the second, it was pretty funny. Amusing, even. Eventually, the Audi pulled into the parking lot of a mall and as he swung it in to park in the electric vehicle charging station, Tony pulled a baseball cap on low over his eyes.

“Alright, you ready?”

Peter was already halfway out of the car before the engine had been cut off. Tony turned to you. “Well, clearly someone is”, he gestured to Peter. “You doin’ okay?” At your nod, he continued in a near-whisper. “We’re going to a toy store. There’s Lego and sensory stuff for days, and I promise you’ll like it. But if it’s too much, I’m right here, and you’ve got your device to communicate. You say the word and we leave, no hesitation, okay?” At the mention of where you were going, you started happy flapping and bounced in your seat. Sensory stuff AND lego? Fuck yeah!!!! Some of the anxiety snowdrift melted back down and you got out to join Peter, who still had no idea where you were going and looked like the fact was making him positively implode. It was funny just how different you were, yet how you were both going to love this place.

At some point between the car and the store, you grabbed Tony’s hand. It was grounding, which you needed when the sensory overload of the general mall walkthrough got disorienting. You stopped, fluorescent lights searing into your brain and the beginning of the meltdown urge to run crept up your spine. Peter, miles ahead and oblivious to just about everything except the mystery destination, kept going, but Tony pulled your noise canceling headphones out of his jacket pocket. “You left these in the car,” he said by way of explanation, “And we’re nearly there. You’ve got this.” Resolve strengthened, you pulled the headphones over your ears, pressing the button on the side, hoodie pulled up, determined. If nothing else, you were going to get there for Peter’s sake- he might explode from excitement if it wasn’t soon.

In line with Tony’s promise, the toy store was bliss. The lights were dimmed and corporate music absent (thank Thor, and whatever other gods are out there), and the Lego. Oh my god, the LEGO. Rows of Star Wars and flowers and little city buildings and a huge tub of loose pieces, next to a free play table in the centre of the display. Sticking your hands deep into the cool plastic pieces felt positively heavenly, and in forgetting anyone else was around you were stimming freely in unfiltered joy. Vocal stimming, too.

“Surely you’re too old to be making those sorts of noises. I mean, I’d expect them from my 2 year old grandchild, not at your big age.”

The admonishment came from a woman, somewhere between middle- and old-age, making her way over to you from the baby doll section. You froze. She meant you? You were so happy you hadn’t been masking, not forcing the happy stimmy noises down the way you typically did when in the presence of others.

“Yes, you, don’t look at me all stunned. What are you doing in here anyway? You look too old to be playing, with Lego or with anything else.”

Fear felt like it was shutting down your access to comprehensible thought. Like moving through jelly, you pulled the lanyard around your neck forward to show the woman the pin. It was a green sunflower lanyard, the hidden disabilities awareness kind, and the button read “Please do not touch me. I’m Autistic.” You felt a distressed sound come from the back of you throat, whining, that you just couldn’t push down. Tony Tony whERE IS TONY?

“Hey y/n, have you seen-“

“Oh, so you’re special. That’s nice of your… people… to bring you out like this. You know, into the community.”

“What the fuck did you just say to my kid.”

The baseball cap was off. Tony had come from the back of the store, from the sensory section with Peter, and stepped straight into the middle of the degrading, one-sided conversation you were now trying to practice your breathing exercises through. You’d practiced them a million times, with Tony, Peter, Nat, Bucky, everyone said to practice because when the time came you needed them to work but right now you weren’t sure they were enough because you felt like you were drowning. Special. You weren’t fucking special, not in the way she meant it, you were just Autistic and Autistic is fine, Autistic isn’t bad, you had as much right to be here as anyone else but that word was making your ears ring, and you felt like your head was underwater and you couldn’t breathe and your hands were flapping but not in the good way in the too much bad energy need to get it out way. You needed weight, pressure, grounding, to be crushed, and, no longer paying attention to the conversation between Tony and the stranger, you pulled your AAC forward from its crossbody strap.

“Squeeze. Tony.”

“Okay, kid, yes, squeeze. I hear you.” You basically body slammed him as he crouched down to your level, and you hummed in relief as the hug was all the input your nervous system was craving. He turned to speak over the top of you.

“I need you to leave. Now. You had no right to say what you did. This is a public place, and my kid deserves access in the way that works for them. That includes stimming, and playing, in the way that brings them joy. I hope you learn from this.”

You assumed she left, because he didn’t say anything else. You stayed, tightly held, until you pulled back from the hug cautiously.

“Do you want to leave?” You shook your head. No. As awful as that whole interaction had been, getting here was a task and you didn’t feel you had made it worth it yet. “Want to see the sensory toys?” Yes yes yes a million times yes. Nodding wasn’t enough; with trepidation, a little of the flappy happy hands broke through. Not fully, though. The word ‘special’ still echoed in the back of your mind, unwanted and uncomfortably present.

The sensory toy section was pure magic. There were bubble tubes, tactile fidgets, bouncy seats, spinners, lights, glitter bottles, projectors, a reversible sequin dinosaur, acupressure rings, a cocoon swing hanging from a frame… It was like a goldmine of sensory wonder. As you joined Peter in discovery, little by little the mask you put up melted away and you were spinning, joyfully bouncing on the balls of your feet, happy vocal stims free and unjudged. And if Tony was putting aside one of everything you showed interest in to purchase and bring home with you, well, of course he was. If he couldn’t make the ableist public go away, the least he could do was provide you with the safest, most inclusive and loving home possible.

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AAAAA your tony is so adorable 🥹🥹

Can I request tony x female reader, a cute and cold lazy morning in bed, lots of hugs and kisses

I'm obsessed with domestic husband tony

Our Playful Morning

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Normally nothing woke me up when I was in a deep sleep but there was a hand running over my back and to my hip where I was ticklish making me squirm awake. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I rolled over onto my other side facing my husband Tony Stark. He was grinning ear to ear directly at me. "Morning, Mrs. Stark."

"How long have you been waiting for me to wake up?" I asked in a half yawn knowing that the man could run on like four to five hours of sleep and be wide awake. Where as I needed my full eight and sometimes even more.

He moved his hand from my hip up brushing hair behind my ear. "I've been up since about 1 am -ow!"

"Athony Stark it's seven in the morning on a Saturday. You're supposed to let me sleep in!" I smacked him on the arm attempting to roll over and fall back to sleep when I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand.

Tony placed his legs on each side of me climbing over with his hands resting on the side of my head. "Come on baby. I am so bored without your smiling face." He spoke leaning down nuzzling his scratchy beard into my neck lightly.

"Tony….I'm trying to sleep." I giggled swating at his chest trying to push him off.

He raised his head giving me the puppy dog eyes. "But I don't want you to sleep. I want to make love to my sweet wife in the morning."

"Is this because I didn't have sex with you last night because I was so tired from the party last night?" I asked him covering my face with my hands grumbling when I flopped onto my back.

The billionaire was still hovering above me until he reached down pulling my hands away from my face sending me puppy dog eyes. "Yes but it's also because I love you."

"I love you too, Tony." I replied wrapping my arms around his neck tugging his lips down onto mine.

He moaned into the kiss when I ran my fingers through his hair feeling him move his fingers underneath the shirt I was wearing. "You are so beautiful….but this needs to come off." His voice becomes raspy when we broke the kiss.

"I agree even though I love your shirts." I sat up shrugging it over my head. Tossing one of his lab shirts across the room he pulled me onto his lap crashing his lips onto mine.

Gripping his locks of hair in my fingers I deepened the kiss leaning up against his chest. He broke the kiss moving down to kiss my neck making me moan until Jarvis came through the room. "Sir, Ms. Potts needs to speak with you."

"Go away Jarvis. Tell her I have other business to attend to." Tony paused his actions until the AI spoke up a second time.

"But Sir she is insisting-"

Groaning Tony flopped on his back calling up to him. "Jarvis I'll handle it tomorrow!"

"So what exactly is our plan for today, Tony. I don't think we can just lie around in bed all day." Rolling over onto my side I lay my head on my husband's bare chest tracing some patterns on his chest with my fingers lazily.

He shifted onto his side wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me closer until I was laying fully on top of his bare chest. His freehand twirling pieces of my hair in between his fingers. "Oh I think that's exactly what we are going to do. I have everything I want right here. Now I know Pepper will have my ass tomorrow but I don't care. I love spending time with you like this especially when I can make you scream my name when we make love."

"Believe me I know. It gets to the point where you can't keep your hands off me during our Avengers meetings and we get weird looks from everyone. It's rather embarrassing sometimes." I slumped my shoulders running my fingers lazily through his black hair making it into a mess on his head.

He pretended to be offended by my statement, placing a hand over his arc reactor inside his chest. "I'm sorry that me finding my wife utterly hot to be embarrassing."

"That's not what I meant, Tony. I love you but we don't always have to express our pleasure in public." I sent him a slight glare before he grabbed me by my hips making me squeal in delight when he flipped me onto my back crashing his lips onto mine hungerly.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers scratched my nails down his back when he entered me slowly. "Oh god…Tony!"

He moved his kisses down my neck and chest with my fingers gripping the bedsheets with my finger tips. I moaned when he grunted. "God Y/n!...I love you." We were both panting by the time we were done.

He laid his head on my chest where I kissed his sweaty forehead mumbling tiredly. "So if we aren't leaving this room we should probably take a shower otherwise when we go downstairs the team might be able to tell why we really didn't want to get up."

"You don't have to say another word, darling." A smirk grew on his face where he tossed the covers aside and he picked me up bridal style heading into the bathroom.

He sat me down on the countertop with my hands resting on his shoulders until I grabbed his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. I couldn't ever get tired of kissing this man. He may be a cocky ass sometimes but he was the greatest husband to me. "If we keep this up every weekend you might get me pregnant, Stark."

"Then you would be the cutest pregnant wife I have ever seen in my life." He declares wrapping my arms around his waist walking us into the shower turning it on once he had removed his shorts and mine. Let's just say we enjoyed quite a long time in our bedroom and we totally ordered some pizza and cheeseburgers during those days too.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Heyyy, can I request honeymoon sex with tony stark and fem!reader?

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2530 words

Outline: Just two hours after getting married Tony flies you off to an exotic paradise.

Author's Note: Thank you nonnie for this ask! It was super fun to imagine this and kind of let the story take me where it needed to go! Combined this with another request here. The destination can be any of your choosing!

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, swearing, penetrative vaginal sex, anal fingering, finger fucking, comeshot, comeplay, roughhousing, oral sex (m receiving), hotel sex, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names (princess, honey, baby) . If I forgot to tag anything major, please let me know!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Miss Stark? Mind if we take off?” Tony asks a known smirk worn on his face as he extended his arm to you. “I got more plans for us.”

“More plans than our wedding night?” You quizzically raise your eyebrows. “Wonder what this is all about.” 

“Well, stick around long enough to find out.” You take his hand in yours and you watch as his hand transforms with the help of nanotech into an iron suit. 

“Tony!” You yell as he wraps his now armored arms around you and hold you close ascending to the sky.

“To our honeymoon!” You would have been laughing, if you weren’t still wearing your very long wedding dress and no heels as you had just taken off your shoes, the minute you walked inside your shared bedroom. You had a very nice jet planned for the pair of you to help you travel to the island of your destination but of course, your now husband had other plans. 

You close your eyes as the impact of the flight makes you jittery but thankfully when you open them, secure on your feet, you watch the inside of a jet. 

“Couldn’t risk it too much.” Tony chuckles as his face is revealed to you. “We got about five hours till landing.” 

“Good. How about a shower and maybe me wearing something comfortable?” 

“And making me miss the chance of taking this beautiful dress off of you?”

“You literally took it off one hour before the wedding, I am still surprised we even made it on time.”

“Well, you see, the point is to be very thorough and well intended with your actions, hitting the right targeted at the right times.”

“Shut up, you only wanted it on your conscience to know I walked down the aisle with my dad by my side and your cum down my thighs.”

Tony nods his head slowly. “I mean, you are not wrong.”

You roll your eyes but before you can even finish that, Tony crushes his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. Is very desperate for a man who somehow did manage to leave you alone all through the wedding party. That was a surprise. You moan into his mouth as he lets his lips hang off you staring down at you, his suit dissolving piece by piece. “I need you.”

With one quick move, he wraps his arms around your back and fiddles with the zipper of your dress pushing all the way down and cupping your ass cheeks to lift you up. He growls against your ear once he realizes you are still not wearing any panties and he curses himself for not fingering on the dinner. 

“Aren’t you a little slut?” He chuckles, his lips returning harshly against yours. All you do is place your hands around his neck pulling him closer. He looked very sexy in his three-piece suit but you knew he would look even better with it off. 

“You want my cock so bad you gotta make sure your pussy is open for business all day long, huh?” His breath is hot and his words make you feel filthy with how true they are. 

“Only when I want daddy to make me a momma.” You breathe out wiggling your body and the feral growl that leaves his mouth is enough to let you know how this honeymoon trip will go. His teeth bite down onto your neck as his one hand goes to his pants, quickly unzipping himself. He is hard, he might have been hard all through the party you think, maybe that’s why you only stayed there for one hour. Then one finger comes to your pussy, moving up and down as you desperately move your body trying to wriggle it in. Your back is secure on the wall as Tony teases you with his fingers.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard and deep, you won’t leave this place without a baby inside of you.” 

With a sudden move, he pushes the tip of his cock inside your velvet walls and wraps his hands on your hips, starting from a slow pace to a fast one. He uses your body for his pleasure watching you try to keep your legs around his waist, the impact of his thrusts causing your body to squirm. There is a symphony of moans, the slapping of skins, as Tony is fucking you in your wedding dress. 

“Please, Tony, cum inside me!” You moan, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. “I ain’t going nowhere,” Tony responds and with three more harsh thrusts, he halts his movements as he fills himself spilling his seed inside you. His orgasm triggers yours, as your always milk his cock so good and your head hits the wall. 

“Your dress is very beautiful.” He whispers, love shining bright in his dark eyes. “Too bad is now defiled.” 

“Is not like we fucked on it.” 

“Oh, god, don’t give me ideas.”

With another quick move, using both of his hands he rips off your wedding dress and throws it on the nearby leather couch. Followed by you. Now you were only wearing your white lacey bralette and the markings on your thighs from the deep fucking before the wedding. 

“Gorgeous.”

You chuckle as you try to sit up straight, only to have him push your body down.

“Tony…” You try to speak up but he shuts you off again pressing his lips against yours. “Get on your knees for me, baby, I need to hit it deep.” He whispers against your ear once his lips leave yours, pulling backward to start undressing. You take a moment to yourself to watch him get undressed, admiring his figure, the scar on his chest, and of course, that beautiful tattoo you had designed right on the left side of his pelvis. 

Then you turn around positioning yourself, hoping you won’t slip off the couch with the dress in tow. The next thing you feel is Tony spitting right at your asshole before using his finger to spread it out. 

“Hey!” You try to turn around.

“Shhh, this one needs filling too.”

“Just a finger, baby, don’t worry.”

You sigh as he begins to rub it with his finger, quickly followed by his cock entering your pussy from the back. The tension from the feeling on both of your holes makes you groan so loud, that you are hoping robots and humans are flying this jet. 

“Damn, you’re tight for a woman who has been fucked three times already today.” Tony says sarcastically as he pushes his finger deeper inside you. You try to protest but you can’t because you are moaning his name again. Inch by inch, slowly he pushes his cock inside you. 

“You are taking my finger so well, maybe next time I should bring a friend.” You feel your body jolt at the thought and that’s when he grips your waist and starts moving you on his cock. 

“Now do it for me, baby, show me how you work for daddy.”

You back up your hips to him, trying to fucking yourself on his cock as the stretching from his finger leaves you a moaning mess. Doesn’t let you do this for a long time before he is taking control and thrusting inside you, nice and deep, just how you like it.

The sound of slapping skins fills the room, your combined moans matching one another so well. Tony spits on your hole again and continues fucking your ass at the same pace he is fucking your pussy with his cock. He is big and girthy and yet every time he fucks you it only feels as if he’s getting bigger. 

“You’re gonna take my cum like the good little slut you are and let daddy breed your pretty cunt?”

Obscenities like these always drove you wild and as if Tony knew exactly when to say them to make sure you would be too much of a mess to respond.

“I will only be shoving my cock and my fingers deeper inside you until you beg me to stop, princess.”

You gasp as you try to open your mouth to reply but only a loud moan comes out as Tony begins to scissor his finger.

“Can hardly take me, what a joke of a slut you are, princess.”

“No, daddy, please!” You try to plead as he shoves your face to the couch, stretching one leg over your body as he begins to fuck you deeper and faster. 

“Take it. Gotta make sure I can fuck a baby into you.”

With a couple more thrusts, and his other hand palming your pussy, Tony is cumming inside you again. He stays on top of you long enough to make sure that most of his seed will go inside your cunt and once he is satisfied, he drowns your body in soft kisses. 

Then he is helping you off to the bath, taking good care of you and lathering your body, washing all of your tiredness of the day off. After helping you dry yourself, he is wrapping you in a silk robe and places you on the couch, on the security of his lap. One nap later and you have arrived at your destination. You ask him if you should bother with wearing clothes but he assures you is late at night and nobody will be waiting for you. He carries you in his arms and you shut your eyes when you hear him thank the pilot and his assistant. Not the first people you have heard you orgasm in such a confined space. Happy had to keep driving all the other times. 

The resort is plainly beautiful. Your private exclusive villa is surrounded by sea, with a million little lamps on the side of the wooden ramp. Upon closer inspection, you realize the villa perches on an elevated plateau that hovers atop giant limestone cliffs. The stunning infinity pool is perched near the cliff's edge, offering a captivating view of the water below. The pure intensity of the scenery overwhelms even though is dark at night. 

Tony passes you through the door and you watch the beautiful honeymoon decorations of the place as well as the tv playing a congratulatory message on the screen for you two. There are tears in your eyes, never in a million years would you have thought you could be this happy, in a place like this, with a man like him. 

The rest of the night goes smoothly, a couple of newlywed pictures, a beautiful dinner that was awaiting you in the dining room, and a couple of promises of eternal love forevermore, you were back on the bed after another rather rigorous erotic session, asleep wrapped in his arms. 

Several more hours pass and you woke up to the sounds of the waves of the ocean and a sunbeam shining down on the wooden floor. You take a moment to admire the golden ring on your finger buried on Tony’s chest and you watch him as he twitches in his sleep. This makes you laugh a little and before you can move Tony has you pinned down, his cock still inside you from last night. 

“Good morning.” He whispers kissing your neck hungrily. “Daddy’s hungry.”

“You were literally sleeping.”

“No, I was on patrol, waiting for you to wake up.”

You can only roll your eyes as he slowly rocks his hips working himself to get hard again. 

“Remember what I promised you?”

“Not to leave this resort until I get pregnant and by the looks of it, you are enjoying yourself very much succeeding on that goal. “

“Oh, I am sure you are enjoying yourself as well.”

“If only you’d let me suck your cock once in a while.”

Tony tilts his head and smirks mischievously.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

With another sudden move, Tony now hard, slips out of you and manhandles you to shove his cock inside your mouth. Obediently you wrap your lips around his tip, hallowing out your cheeks as finally, the familiarity of cock sucking overcomes you. Tony lets you take your time, feeling his cock in your mouth, covering it in your saliva, and licking it tenderly using your hands on his balls. 

“That’s enough, princess.”

He warns you and takes his cock out of your mouth slowly, holding up your chin as he is looking at you. 

“Good girl.” He taps your mouth and then gently pushes your body to the mattress and lines up his now very wet cock to your entrance.

“Wonderful job, right there, honey.”

“Thank you, daddy.” 

Tony goes back to his previous slow sensual rhythm, moving his hips against your body while your hands wrap around his arms. 

“The view is beautiful.”

He is looking outside the floor-length windows and as you turn your head to gaze at what he was looking at, he begins a vigorous fast pace, thrusting you hard and deep. The scene leaves you in shambles, your body too tired and too weak to protest as his hands are gripping your waist tight, seemingly lifting you up from the mattress. He is using you as his own personal fuckdoll, shoving his cock deeper and deeper inside you. The series of moans that escapes your mouth as you are getting fucked like this in midair fills the room. Tony looks absolutely determined. 

“Is coming, are you ready for the money shot?”

 Tony grunts between thrusts, watching you as you are too fucked to speak and his brutality doesn’t allow you room for nodding.

“Fucking hell!” 

With a loud growl, he is spilling inside you, quick thrusts followed by slow lazy ones, your hands trying to desperately hold on to the pillow as you are orgasming as well.  Then you watch him as he slips out of you, looking at your pussy, seemingly happy with himself. 

“You did so well for me, darling.”

He is placing you softly on the mattress but then grips your hips and raises your legs up, lifting your body. Morning gymnastics it would seem. 

“I need you to stay like this. Helps with the seed staying inside you.”

You try to chuckle but instead you grin widely, looking at the man you chose and pure determination evident and clear on his face.

“Just for five minutes.”

“Oh, I could stay forever like this if you’d need me to.”

“We are not leaving this place until you get filled with my baby.” 

“Oh don’t worry, mister Stark, I am not going anywhere, I assure you.”

“Good, good.”

“I think you should be filling me every hour just to make sure you know?”

“Oh, miss Stark, you are always full of bright ideas.”

“But so deprived of your cock…”

“Now how about I fuck your pretty little cunt while you are looking at the beautiful view of the sea that you so much love and adore?”

“Oh my, mister Stark, you truly know how to spoil me…”

“And you haven’t really seen anything yet.”

Oh, you haven’t indeed. 

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Nothing to Forgive

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Summary: you’re Tony Stark’s child and you had been kidnapped. The team finds you and brings you home.

Warnings: language, captivity, suicidal thoughts, fainting

Word Count: 790

Prompt: "It's no use." | Explosion | Fainting | Trembling

A/N: Day 12 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

You couldn’t tell how long you had been there. You didn’t know what day it was or even what day you had been captured. The days continued to blur as time passed.

When you had first been captured, you were foolish enough to believe that there was an escape. That there was a light at the end of the dreadful, dark tunnel. You recently came to the conclusion that all hope was false. Hope was futile in a place like this.

Each time the door opened, your body trembled with the knowledge of what that creaking door meant. It meant pain. And each time the door opened after, you were left on the floor usually bloody and bruised.

Lying on the floor with aching limbs, you often wondered when death would befall you.

You woke up to a loud bang. The ground and walls shook. You wondered if this was the end. Trying to get up, you noticed that you could barely hold your own weight. You were trembling with how weak you were. Your body ached and your skull was pounding. Maybe this was really the end. The door burst open and your body tensed. Surely they wouldn’t beat you more whilst there were explosions happening everywhere above ground.

A man in a funny outfit came rushing in. His eyes widened upon seeing you.

“Team, I found ’em,” he said. The ground shook again and the man cursed under his breath. “We’ve gotta get you outta here before the entire building collapses.”

“It’s no use,” you muttered, completely devoid of all hope. Just who was this man and why was he so delusional? There was no escape other than death. With the explosions happening above, you hoped with all your being that the building would collapse on top of you. Screw anything and everything else.

“C’mon we’ve gotta go!”

You groaned as he helped you up. You were in too much pain to escape. The sweet release of death was so close, and you didn’t want to escape. For however long you had been trapped here, you ached for death’s touch. And now that it was there, you didn’t want to let it go.

On shaking legs you stood, the only thing holding you up was the man who was adamant about getting you to safety when all you wanted was to succumb to the dark hold of death.

“Can I carry you?”

“No, ‘m fine,” you muttered. You weren’t fine. Not by a long shot. But you didn’t want his hands on you anymore. Maybe he’d leave without you if you went too slow. Maybe he’d realise that you were a lost cause.

He frowned, but he did let go of you. He backed up a little, watching you like a hawk. His eyes didn’t leave you as you stumbled to the door.

Your vision faded to black before you made it out the door. You hoped this was what it felt like to finally be in death’s arms.

When you woke up, you were greeted by a sterile white room. It was worlds apart from the cell you were being kept in. You weren’t sure whether you should be relieved or not. Sure you were finally out. But what was the point? Your family was long gone; your captors told you themselves. No one would take you in and you’d probably end up homeless and in debt.

You heard your name and turned to see a familiar face. You had to be hallucinating. He was dead. He was supposed to be dead. They told you he was dead.

But there he was, his unforgettable goatee, eye bags, wrinkled suit and all. His hair was a bit overgrown as was his beard. He looked so tired. It was as if an invisible weight was holding him down. You’d never seen him look so defeated.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he all but sobbed. Your dad was there. Tony Stark was alive and… well you wished you could say he was well, but his entire demeanour spoke volumes.

“You…” you coughed, throat unbearably dry. “You’re alive?”

You waited for the rug to be pulled from underneath you. For this to all turn out to be one sick dream or hallucination. But he grabbed your hand and held it tight. “I’m here, honey, I’m okay, you’re here, you’re safe,” he muttered over and over again as if trying to convince himself. He’d never forgive himself for letting you get snatched. He was supposed to be a hero. He was supposed to protect. Yet he failed to protect one of the most important people in his life.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

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So Inappropriate

A/N: Alright, you guys wanted it, here it is. This little ficlet based off of the video that’s got our Stark Squad all riled up. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish fluff. There is a significant age gap between the reader and Tony (say 20 years?) Also the reader is Bruce Banner’s assistant.

Word count: 1896

Tony Stark Masterlist

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You were just about done arranging the equipment in the lab when you heard the door slide open.

“Dr. Banner, I’m done for the day unless you need me for anything else!” you called out without glancing up, not realizing the person who had walked in certainly wasn’t your boss.

“Dr. Banner has left the premises for the day, Miss Y/L/N. But I might need you for something.”

Tony Stark made an appearance, his signature smirk adorning his face as he traipsed in closer, his walk oozing all sorts of confidence and authority. Of course, your face did very little to hide the blush that creeped up, heating your cheeks in an instant.

Why did this man have such an influence on you? You’d never know.

Well, not exactly. It was pretty obvious. The genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist had this effect on most individuals. His natural charisma and intimidating presence was all wrapped in an impeccably trimmed-goatee-bearing handsome package. The guy was senior to you. Much senior. But there was something about him that always drew you in, an impish charm that was all too endearing, his commanding aura that compelled you to behave. Almost challenged you to confront your deepest, darkest desires.

“Earth to Y/N?” he snapped you out of your reverie, making you accidentally knock over a set of beakers kept on the platform.

Cursing under your breath, you bent to pick up the shattered glass as did Tony, resulting in your head banging against his, further adding to your embarrassment.

Just great!

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Tony murmured, taking the shards of glass from your hand as Dum-E, one of his bots zoomed in to sweep it all away.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I–I’m sorry.” you fumbled, wincing as you saw you an angry drop of red ooze out of your finger from where you had evidently cut yourself.

“Ah, you poor thing. C’mere.” not awaiting a response, Tony clutched your hand and brought it to his lips, gently sucking on your index finger all while his eyes bore into yours.

A part of you wanted to run away from the scene like a scaredy cat but, the other part was completely rooted to the spot. Not daring to move an inch, as if if you did, your little daydream would break. Your cheeks probably burnt with the heat, and you could feel your pulse rush to the part of your finger that was currently in his mouth, smarting. His tongue soothed over the cut softly, sending tingles of desire down your back, the moistness between your legs increasing with his little action.

He is your boss. Not exactly but he built this place. He was your boss’s best friend. These thoughts were quite inappropriate.

Almost as quickly as it began, he let go of your hand, his touch still lingering strong as you cleared your throat, watching his bot whir away from the scene.

“Thank you, I think. Um. For your help.” you stared at your feet, unsure what to do next.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag, very aware of the fact that Tony and signature smirk were following your every move.

Why was this man allowed to have this effect on you?

You stopped right by the door, turning back to face the man who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? You said you wanted me for something?”

“Right! Well, we have a charity, inauguration, felicitation, something here at the Tower in two days. I wanted you to come.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you intently as he waited for an answer.

“Oh! Are–are you sure?”

That was a surprise. You had been working with Dr. Banner for a better part of a year now however it had always been strictly professional. You were aware of the many, many galas and events that took place, you were just never a part of them. Until now.

“Yeah. I’ll have Big Green send you the details. You can bring a date. Or not.”

He winked cheekily, walking up the stairs right next to you before the doors slid open once again, gesturing you to go first.

Needless to say you were flabbergasted. A rush of excitement brought a pep in your step as you headed home, going through your wardrobe in detail and what could be a Stark-party-worthy outfit.

.

Tony’s eyes scanned the room, eager to find you in a sea of impeccably dressed people. He couldn’t shake you off from his thoughts. Not for a while now, if he would admit to himself.

His curiosity grew ever since he saw you for the first time, entering the lab and giving Bruce Banner a shy smile, eyes locking with him and holding his gaze, almost unable to look away. He sensed you were nervous, it was cute. It made his cock stir. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. You were a young, smart, vivacious thing that was too young for him, and yet he couldn’t resist you.

Not that he tried. You drew him in right from the start.

Tony had found you chatting animatedly to your boss some time later. You looked stunning in the floor-length number you had decided on. Your features were beautifully highlighted with the hair and make-up you’d chosen.

His wish to have you closer had been fulfilled as the party warmed up, people sat around in groups, drinks in their hands while conversation flowed. Of course, the Avengers had a favorite corner they had gathered at, the center of attention being the one and only, Iron Man. He was awarded a trophy for his philanthropic work earlier which now sat in his lap proudly, an almost phallic-shaped glass that had his name etched.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this.” Tony smirked, holding the award against his crotch and earning collective groans from the crowd around. The action brought warmth rushing to your cheeks, your wildly imaginative mind pictured him doing that to his member, letting out soft grunts.

“You alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Your attention was captured by someone standing next to you, pointing to your dress.

Unknown to your preoccupied self, the filled glass of wine you held had tilted enough to spill on your dress.

“Oh God! Shit!” you exclaimed, turning a few heads your way as you grabbed a few tissues to blot the spilled liquid as much as you could. The darker color of your dress masked the big stain that had probably formed.

It was hard to miss Tony’s piercing gaze as he gave you one of his lopsided grins, clearly giddy with the reaction he had hoped his stunt would achieve. If anything, one fact was becoming clearer by the day.

Your attraction towards this man was increasing and it seemed he was equally interested in you too.

.

It had been a hectic week, you sighed and leaned back against your chair, closing your eyes for a moment as your exhausted body relaxed momentarily. You couldn’t wait to get home and soak your butt in a hot bubble bath.

With the events of Ultron, there had been extra work load that you had volunteered to help out with at the Tower. You didn’t mind, of course. It meant spending a lot of time with the Avengers and a particular one at that too. Tony spent hours, sometimes days holed up in the lab, working with Bruce and yourself.

It was almost impossible not to be distracted or turned on by his presence there. To see him laser-focused at work, fingers gliding over keyboards and holograms in front of them as he paced about the space. It was all too hot.

Shutting your computer for the day, you grabbed your things and made your way out of the lab. Tony had retreated back to his floor some time ago and had promptly forgotten his phone on his work desk. It rang with a start, catching your attention and making you walk back in to grab it.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to bother the billionaire genius in his home since there had been multiple occasions where Dr. Banner asked you to summon the man whenever he got a lead on Ultron.

The elevator dinged to a stop, the doors opening to his grand living room that offered a view of New York people would kill for. His bedroom door seemed left ajar as you made your way over, stopping in your tracks as you heard a muffled groan.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sneaked a look inside his bedroom, not able to stop yourself as the sounds increased.

You felt your mouth go dry at the sight before you. Tony lay on his bed against the pillows, eyes scrunched up, pants undone., soft sighs leaving his lips as his hand moved up and down on his erect cock.

It felt so wrong to watch him pleasure himself in the privacy of his own home and yet so right, you felt yourself blush at the sight. It was like you were unable to look away, he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving at a steady pace as you saw precum leak at the tip of his head. His pretty, thick lips were parted while his chest rose and fell, eyes shut in ecstasy.

You were about to peel your gaze away from the scene when you heard a faint whisper of what you thought was your name.

“Oh Y/N..” his breathy moan sent desire to pool right between your legs, a part of you still processing the whole thing while the other wanting to push that door open and join the man or perhaps help him finish.

His thumb swiped across his red tip before the pace of his strokes increased, his pants echoed in the room while you felt your entrance clench around nothing, desiring the very man who was masturbating while thinking of you.

You were sure your panties were ruined by the time Tony’s hips jerked and you saw him climax, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling on his hand and lower abdomen. That had to be the hottest thing you’d seen in your life.

You definitely needed to take care of yourself after this, that bubble bath was going to be an elaborate one. His softened cock still lay open for your eyes to feast on, his cum scattered on his body begging you to be licked clean.

Your thoughts came to a standstill when the phone you held in your hand rang terribly loudly, interrupting the little moment. Your scramble to hide or run was rendered useless when Tony glanced outside and saw you.

“It is rude of you to just stand out there and watch, Miss Y/L/N. So inappropriate.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Talk dirty to me

PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5K

SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.

SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare

A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! 🩷

A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.

But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.

Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.

The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.

"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.

"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.

You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.

"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.

"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.

Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.

"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.

Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.

A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.

"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.

"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.

"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.

Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.

"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.

"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.

"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.

"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.

"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.

"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.

"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.

"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.

"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.

His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.

Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.

"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.

"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.

"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.

"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.

Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.

"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.

"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.

"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.

He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.

"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.

"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.

"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.

As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.

"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.

"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.

"What's your color now?"

"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.

"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.

A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.

"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.

When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly parted— a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.

"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.

"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.

"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.

"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.

"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.

"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.

"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.

When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.

"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.

"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.

"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.

"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.

"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.

With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.

"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.

"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.

"You're absolutely amazing, Sweets—an amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.

"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.

"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.

Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.

"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color. 

Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.

When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.

"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.

"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.

"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.

With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.

"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.

"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.

"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.

"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.

"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.

When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.

"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.

"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.

"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.

"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.

What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.

[tonysslut]

Imagine young Tony eating out his girl while she wears his MIT sweater because seeing her in his clothes really drives him crazyyy

yes yes yes yes

warnings: oral (female receiving)

you'd been waiting for him at the apartment all day, purposing wearing his sweater and those thigh high socks that drive him absolutely insane.

he's on you before you even get a chance to greet him, leading you into a feverish kiss. his hands are everywhere, in your hair, cupping your jaw, palming your breasts, but they freeze when he reaches under the oversized sweater and realizes you have no panties on.

every step he takes forward makes you take a step back until the back of your knees hit the sofa, causing you to fall back onto the plush cushions.

his dark, hungry eyes lock with yours as he spreads your legs. a shiver running up your spine as the cool air hits your bare cunt.

"such a pretty little pussy." he murmurs as he runs two fingers through your wet folds. a soft moan slipping past your lips when he bumps your clit.

pushing your legs to your chest, he dives in. licking from your puckered hole up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers trace your entrance before sinking them into you.

you're a blabbering, whining mess as he eats you out. hand tugging on his hair, trying to push him closer as you grind on his face. he only pulls away to catch his breath, his nose and chin glimmering with your arousal.

"i only want you wearing my clothes from now on." he says against your thigh, gently biting the soft flesh.

"yes, yes. whatever you want." you moan out, mouth falling agape as his fingers curl up inside you.

"good girl." he smirks before sucking your clit into his mouth.

between his tongue and fingers, it doesn't take much longer for your release to wash over you. thighs enclosing are tony's head as he drinks up your arousal. languidly thrusting his fingers inside you to prolong your high.

he finally pulls away when you cry out at how sensitive you are.

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[larcenywrites]

Sleepyhead

Tony Stark x Reader

Retirement has made Tony sleepy eepy 🥺 too sleepy even for a little fun 😴

Warnings: 18+ because there are sexual themes/references | but it’s just cuddly fluff really

Word Count: ~1.3K

The sound of chirping birds was a nice change from blaring alarm clocks and bustling life. The room was lit a natural gray from the mid-morning light, when it used to be pitch black from the early mornings still absent of sun. But more importantly, the once early riser himself was still under the covers next to you. 

He was lying on his stomach, face turned away. You stretched out your legs, carefully knocking them with his and shuffling closer to his warmth. Your nose brushed against his paling brown hair when you rested on his pillow, and you brushed over the scar-and-freckle-dappled skin of his bare shoulders. For once, your touch didn't stir him awake, still breathing peacefully in sleep. It wasn't always perfect, but since his retirement, you've both experienced more peace than ever. Your Tony was finally sleeping through the night most nights, and his light sleeper senses were no longer waking him up to every move and sound. Well, usually. He no longer needed to survive, but you were sure he'd never fully shake off all those habits that allowed him to get to where he was now: getting to live.

Maybe you should cherish what used to be few and far between, but the longer your hand rubbed circles along the soft center of his back, and your favorite smell of his sweet sandalwood shampoo engulfed your senses, the more you needed him awake. And it didn't help that he was still nude from the night before…

Your gentle hand drifted back up his spine, eliciting a reflexive shiver from him. You stopped at the base of his neck once he stilled, listening to his deep breathing and soft snoring, making sure he was still sound asleep, even though he wouldn't be for much longer. Your thumb brushed the short hairs on the back of his neck as you propped yourself up, now able to see the side of his face that wasn't smushed into the pillow as you loomed above him. You definitely liked the look a lot better without the once ever-lingering bruises and scrapes. 

Combing and picking through the soft locks of his hair, you finally stopped swooning over him and leaned down, pressing your lips to the side of his nose. He didn't even stir as you dragged gentle kisses up to his brow and back down to cover his sun-warmed cheeks. Scratchy stubble prickled your lips when you drifted down to his jaw, exciting you just a little more... and you couldn't help but tease the tip of your tongue along his jawline.

A deep inhale was followed by stretching legs and his warm body shifting against you, finally awake. Sort of.

"Good morning," you sang quietly, lightly tugging at his hair and gently sinking your teeth into his skin, an invitation to play, but the sleepy groan from his throat was far from playful. Smiling through your defeat, you dropped onto his shoulder with a contented sigh when he grumpily turned away from you, hiding facedown in his pillow. But instead of being disappointing, it was rather endearing. You giggled. "Don't tell me I tired you out last night," you teased softly, sliding onto his back. You sat up, straddling him, hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. His laugh was more of a deep hum from his throat, and his smile was weak as he turned towards you again. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His sarcastic rumble was still half-asleep and honeyed with an attempt at a sultry tone. His eyes were still closed, but barely crinkled with his soft smile. You weren't sure if the butterflies were in your chest or between your legs. 

"You seem pretty tired to me," you kept up your teasing. He wouldn't see your arching stretch, but you'd make sure he felt your pressing hands on his shoulders, and your circular grinding on his back. "Maybe you're getting a little too old to be fucking me like that." 

"Hmph." You weren't sure if Tony's huff was amused or offended, but it stirred you on either way. 

"I can start going easy on you," you suggested innocently. You dug the heel of your hands into his shoulders, smirking at the moan you drew from him as you began to massage down his ever-tight back. With another low rumble beneath you, you chirped up again. "You've just gone a little soft since retirement, it's okay."

"Keep on, and I'll fuck you like that again," Tony quickly retorted, voice still slurred with sleep. You breathed a laugh, giving up on your attempts for now with his empty threat. "Okay, sleepyhead," you said softly, reaching to fix some of the stuck-out hair he'd disheveled when he hid in the pillow. Your gentle touch swiping hair from his brow and tucking away those strays was what finally convinced him to open his eyes. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, making you have to lift yourself until he was settled. You had to resist griding yourself against him again when your hands found a new resting spot on his pecs, and those tired, droopy brown eyes smiled up at you. He deserved a little bit of peace, but it was hard when a cute, at-peace Tony was one of your favorite things!

Instead, you slid your hands over his collarbones and up his neck, lovingly caressing his cheeks before your hands slid back down and met at the center of his chest. Where there was once a standoffish blue glow was now another scar for his collection. Thumbing shapes over his heart, you caught yourself staring too late when another set of hands tentatively rested around your calves. If you stayed like this any longer, those sweet and confused eyes searching yours would drive you wild. 

Tony was caught off guard by your quickly incoming kiss, smiling into your lips with a lively chuckle. He lifted his head from the pillow a little, finding the energy to properly kiss you back. You'd be lying if you said his soft lips melding with yours didn't bring a little relief. "Do you think you can get out of bed?" You mumbled and pulled back, causing him to fall back onto the pillow with another one of those cranky groans. He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

 "Not even for breakfast?" 

He groaned some sort of no, but a brief pause brought on that usual smirk. "Why would I need to when you're right here?" The warm hands on your calves slid to the backs of your thighs, but you knew he was too tired to commit to the spark between your legs. Even in the worst situation, he just had to be a tease. "Don't make promises you can't keep, sleepyhead," you lovingly called him out, brushing your thumb down his nose just as heavy eyes finally opened again. He huffed a little at the nickname, but that smirk turned into a sweet smile. One that you couldn't help but kiss again. 

"Can't we just stay here?" He mumbled pitifully, nearly being cut off by your lips crashing against his. There was a sharp inhale, preparing too late for a long-winded kiss. He couldn't quite keep up, mouth slightly agape and simply waiting for yours to take the lead every time you pulled away to find a new position. 

"You're just lazy," you finally answered, pulling away to look down at him. Your hands found his face again, cupping his cheeks and purposely smooshing his lips into an exaggerated kissy shape just as he was speaking.

"I'm not lazy," he pouted, even cuter with the way you were holding him. Giggling, you let him go in order to take another kiss from him. 

"Maybe just... a little," you whispered between short pecks. One more long press of your lips to his, and you finally settled down again (for now), melting into his chest and nuzzling into his neck with a sigh that matched his contented humming.

"But I like it." 

[mysticalabhainn]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a tony stark x male reader ? Maybe the reader just has awfully shaky hands and gets irritated about that. Some days tony just holds his hands sometimes. Idk you can add to if you please c: just some fluff.

A/N: This is a really cute and soft request omg. Tony comforting you is top tier in my opinion ugh. Sorry if it’s short and the ending is a bit abrupt! I’m not the greatest at comfort, I really hope you like it!

Summary: Tony comforts Male! Reader about their shaky hands <3

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint but mostly fluff!

“Oh fuck off!” Y/N yelled as the knife that he was holding slipped from his hand and cut the tip of his index finger. His hands had been shaking all day and it felt like no matter what he tried he couldn’t get them to stop.

It was infuriating really, sometimes he wished there was some way he could just switch hands with someone else.

Y/N grasped his hand as he scrambled to the bathroom to find the first aid kit, praying to whatever gods were above that he wouldn’t have to get stitches. Shuffling about the bathroom cabinet he found the small white and red box that his boyfriend, Tony, kept in case of emergencies. He heard the front door open and close as he was cleaning his cut, it stung like a bitch. It must have cut pretty deep,he thought to himself

“Y/N!” Tony’s voice echoed throughout the large house, it always did have good acoustics “I’m home early, you’ll never guess what went on today!” His voice quieted as he reached the spacious bathroom, Y/N hunched over the sink, hissing in a breath, his hands still shaking violently. “Need any help there love?” Tony’s voice washed over him in a blanket of warmth, soft yet questioning. A voice that always sounded like home “actually yes, I can’t seem to get this damn band aid on, my hands won’t stop shaking!” Y/N’s voice raising in annoyance at his own body, a few tears threatening to spill over. He was always like this, constantly dropping things and miscalculating, it was something he loathed about himself and yet Tony didn’t ever seem to mind, never batting an eye.

“Give ‘em here” Tony grunted, his own hands outstretched in front of him, a honey lilt tinted his voice and adoration plastered his handsome features “What happened?” He inquired while placing the bandage around Y/N’s finger, if you were standing any closer you were sure Tony wouldn’t have been able to even get the damn thing on, he had a tendency to do that “I was trying to make us dinner when the knife slipped and caught my finger, my hands were shaking again” Y/N’s head hung down, feeling oddly ashamed about something that was beyond his control “would you like me to hold them for awhile?” Tony’s brows raised in question “that usually seems to help” his thumb came up to rub his cheek as he pondered, not that it took much convincing. His touche always seemed to soothe his soul “if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother?” “You could never bother me!” Tony chuckled “come on!”

Tony led Y/N out of the bathroom and down the hall to their shared bedroom, pulling him down onto the bed with him, their bodies pressed against each other, as they got comfortable Tony’s hands found Y/N’s engulfing them, his thumbs rubbing the backs in soft back and forth motions, he placed a kiss to one of his palms, it was rare to see Tony this way, quiet and relaxed. The room was warm but not too hot aiding in the cozy atmosphere, Y/N felt himself getting drowsy as the sun started to set, cherishing in the quiet and unspoken words, slowly but surely his hands stopped shaking but Tony’s hands never left his.

[slightly-smarter-nat]

Okay so for a platonic fic, can it be a Tony and fem!Reader one? They would be in the lab, working on suits or gadgets for the team, or simply just messing around and causing explosions all while listening to AC/DC and dancing around and lip syncing? And just wholesome best friends hanging out kind of thing between them? And for a bonus, their girlfriends (Pepper and Natasha) walk in the lab and see the two goofballs just being chaotic and wonder why they’re dating them? 😂

Thunderstruck || Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Suggestive themes mentioned, fake medical information/ test results given, explicit language. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word count: 3929 words.

A/N: Thank you for the request anon, I really appreciate it!! Any friendship with Tony would be chaotic for sure! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Masterlist

GIF not mine

Thunderstruck: Tony Stark-

“I’m on the highway to hell, on the highway to hell, dun dun!” You’re in Tony’s lab, ‘helping’ him work on some of the outdated gadgets that the team are due a major upgrade on.

As Tony screws in the last bolt needed to seal one of his gold-titanium alloy repulsor gloves together, you accidentally knock into him as you enter your own version of the iconic ‘Highway To Hell’, electric guitar solo- imaginary but very entertaining may you add.

“Hey Angus Young, get over here and let me see how this looks on you?” Tony holds out the repulsor, signalling for you to place it on your hand as requested.

You dance your way over to Tony, appreciating the music resounding around his lab, “My guitar skills are on par with Angus, thank you very much-“ Tony rolls his eyes, knowing your sarcasm levels give him a run for his money, “Anyway, this is for your suit, why do I have to wear it?”

You shove your hand into the repulsor, admiring how Tony’s signature red and gold details shimmer in the light as they cover your hand in metallic form of protection, “Well, I’m trying to see if I can make this prototype suitable for a nano-tech upgrade. I need you to hold it for me so I can see how it looks as I modify it, is that alright with you?”

“Sure thing Stark. Wait, it won't send out a charge or anything if I wear it, right?” You ask nervously, attempting to avoid any further damages being caused by yourself in the billionaire’s lab.

You’ve only just been allowed back in by Natasha after the last incident, in which it wasn’t completely your fault, but the huge hole that was formed in the flooring, that leads straight into your shared bedroom down below with Natasha didn’t go down well.

Tony places his pair of A.I. glasses on as he inspects the repulsor carefully; guiding your hand into an open palm position for him to work directly on, “Relax, it’s not connected to a suit, it will be fine. Now hold still whilst I-“

Before Tony can finish his sentence a golden blast is sent across the room. Tony barely dodges it as he ducks for cover. However, as you did not anticipate such a force, you are sent flying back into a pile of cardboard boxes that are decorating Tony’s lab.

As the crashing impact sound ceases, Tony slowly brings himself out from under the desk, removing his glasses at an unhurried speed as he studies the damage, “Oh shit. Pep is going to freak out if she sees this.”

His high tech lab is now equipped with an unforgiving hole in its structure, allowing the serene nature from outside the compound to be viewed from within the lab.

As the rubble from within the broken material continues to fall in a staggered motion, Tony moves to assess the ruins, “Yikes, that might be a tough one to cover up.”

You suddenly push the stray cardboard boxes from yourself, letting out a series of groaned pains from the harsh impact delivered from the blast.

Tony rushes over to help you, lifting you up instantly and attempting to dust you off with his hands, “Okay, you know when I said it wouldn’t go off, I obviously lied.”

Your eyes widen at the gaping hole in the wall, quickly throwing off the repulsor that remains on your hand.

You smack Tony on the arm, causing him to let out a small ‘ow’ in response, “What the hell Tony! We’re dead if Nat or Pepper sees that hole in the wall!”

Tony shakes his head in denial, “No, no it’s fine, we can work something out. Um, ah look we can just put these blueprints up as a poster or something. They’ll never know.”

You scoff at the idea, “Really? They’re the most observant people we know.”

Tony releases a sigh of frustration as he heads towards another set of blueprints decorating a wall at the opposite side of the lab. He makes quick work of lifting the set of plans, showing a gathering of wooden panels covering what can only be assumed as another hole formed by Tony himself.

“Trust me, I’m an expert by this point. We’ll be okay. They won’t notice, and if they do I know a great spa we can send them to as compensation for our less than genius ways.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, “‘Our less than genius ways’? It was your-”

Tony instantly points to the newly covered flooring from your previous incident, with the colouring not matching perfectly, it’s quite an obvious change from the original decorating scheme of the lab, “Ah, well maybe the spa will be a good idea.”

You cringe at the realisation that you’re just as guilty as Tony is and opt to change the lead of the conversation, “How about we carry out your plan in covering up the hole and stick some more AC/DC on huh?”

Tony claps his hands and rubs them together in agreement, “I knew you were my favourite for a reason. Alright, I’m sticking ‘Thunderstruck’ on, is that cool with you?” Tony asks as he makes his way over to grab some spare blueprints in association with his ‘Mark LXXIX’ suit.

You nod to confirm, grabbing some spare pins from one of Tony’s drawers to help him secure the prints in their new place for the time being.

Tony announces the song request to ‘F.R.I.D.A.Y’, allowing the A.I. system to play it through the speakers placed around the lab.

As you both manoeuvre the plans across the gap- to ensure it’s covered completely. The two of you hum along to the beginning of the next song, rocking your heads slightly as you repeat the ‘Thunder’ intro.

With a few pins secured later, the blast hole is covered to a relatively good standard, “Awesome, I’ll call Happy up later to see if he can help source some materials to patch up the wall, then we should be in the clear.”

You hold your hand up to give Tony a high five, to which he enthusiastically completes with a slap of his own hand.

“Well, now that’s taken care of. Who’s gadget is next on the list for completion?” With Tony’s prototype being practically considered as lethal, it’s safe to say it’s on the back burner for now.

You quickly slide over to the desk filled with several pieces of equipment and a list based on their errors, left by each team member, “Um, we have Peter’s mask on here-“

“What’s the issue?” Tony asks as he picks up the Spider-Man mask, flipping it around to spot anything out of the ordinary.

“It says here that ‘the wrong suit commands come up during combat’ and basically some A.I. glitches.” You toss the piece of paper aside once you have read out the issues raised by Peter Parker himself.

“Alright, whilst I get the data needed to scan through his suit software; you can try it on and see if anything comes up on initial use.” Tony says as he uses his lab technology to produce a holographic screen, containing all the information associated with Peter’s suits.

“Isn't it just set up to respond to Peter?” You question as you take the mask from Tony.

He shakes his head in response, “No, the advanced features are. Though some default ones are available to known members of the team so it should work if you wear the mask.” Tony explains as he uses his fingers to remove irrelevant data from his viewpoint.

You pull the mask over your face, revelling at the feeling of the soft, comforting material used to produce Peter’s suit.

“Hey, why does Peter get the cool material? My suit is gross compared to this.” You question as you look around the lab, waiting for the A.I. to kick in.

Tony rolls his eyes at your question, “Well, my dear y/n, Peter takes care of his suit and only needs an upgrade, what every six months. You on the other hand are in here every week with a new issue.”

You place your hand on your chest in offence, “The battle damage just means I work hard during missions.” You proclaim.

Tony laughs at your excuse, “Right yeah, battle damage, are you sure it isn’t bedroom-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll never speak to you again.” You immediately interrupt, knowing exactly where Tony’s vulgar mind was going.

Tony scoffs at your words, “Yeah right, I know I’m your favourite member of the team so the silent treatment wouldn’t last long. Anyway, back to the task at hand, activate the mask.”

Tony finally gathers all the information needed for the application of Peter’s suit.

“Um, how do I do that exactly?” You ask as you squint your eyes in curiosity, having never used this type of tech before.

“Just speak to the A.I, I think Peter named his suit’s A.I. Karen.” Tony says absentmindedly as he sets up a diagnostics test ready to run on the suits system.

You take a deep breath in to focus your attention on the mask, “Um, hi Karen, it’s-“

“Hello Miss y/l/n, how may I assist you?” You practically jump out of your skin when the A.I. responds, having not been expecting it so soon.

As you compose yourself, you take a moment to inspect the filters rapidly switching in front of your eyes from the masks’ inputted capabilities.

“Tony, the system seems a bit hectic, it can’t focus on one thing. It’s like there’s too much going on.” You say as you move your sight around the room, studying the information coming up in front of you from the suit in concern with each object you focus on.

“Okay, I think the wiring within the material needs to be re-assessed, just ask Karen to scan for potentially suitable areas to take cover in for battle mode, and we’ll go from there.” Tony instructs you clearly.

You take a moment to clear your throat, opting to sit on top of a clear desk as you prepare yourself to address Peter’s A.I. system, “Karen, activate-“

“Instant Kill Mode Activated.” The A.I. finishes the command in combat with your own instruction.

The mask enters a lethal pattern of behaviour, creating a red hue that distorts your vision as it searches for potential targets around you.

“Uh, Tony! A little help, what do I do? How do I stop this thing?!” You shout in a panicked manner, worried that you’ll end up doing something irresponsible with having the out of control mask on your head.

Tony attempts to ignore your frantic state as he turns your way, “I don’t know, maybe try taking it off your head?” He says in a sarcastic tone.

You halt your worries at his words, moving your hands up slowly to peel away the mask. Once it’s removed, your vision is returned back to normal, without having the mask’s influence at hand.

Tony smirks at your panicked state, “You doing okay there y/n?”

You throw the mask in his direction playfully, “I totally had it under control.” You affirm to Tony but mostly to yourself- though you never want to use Peter’s tech again.

“Yeah, of course you did. That’s why you were practically screaming for my help when all you had to do was take it off. Very controlled.” Tony can’t help but carry out the opportunity to tease you.

“Yeah well you suck so case closed.” You say as you take a seat next to Tony to study the screen, trying to escape a Stark teasing session.

“Aww you suck too.” Tony moves over to rub a hand through your hair, causing you to smack his hand away with a laugh, “All joking aside, it’s just a faulty connection, it won’t take long to fix. Do you want to see if you can fix it?”

You beam at the opportunity, grabbing the relevant tools Tony sets out for you to use.

“Okay, first you need to flip it inside out, then you’ll see a stream of wires leading throughout the structure of the mask. The diagnostics shows it’s the blue wires that have an off connection so-“ As you follow Tony’s guidance, a knock interrupts the two of you.

You both look to see Dr. Cho standing at the lab entrance, waving. Tony rushes up to open the door for her, once he enters the passcode to open the mechanism Dr. Cho enters the work space.

“Hello, I came by to drop y/n’s routine post-mission test results off.” She says as she hands Tony the folder containing information based on your blood work.

After every mission it’s compulsory to have a medical checkup and blood test to see if any hazardous materials have entered the system.

“Thank you Dr. Cho, it’s a pleasure seeing you as always.” Tony says as he leads her back out of the lab.

“My pleasure, though I must say, your music taste certainly hasn’t changed over the years.” Dr.Cho says as she enters the doorway to exit.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Have a good one.” Tony bids the doctor a farewell as he heads back over to you.

Just as he’s about to sit down he waves the folder in front of you, “Want me to open it whilst you work on the wires?”

You nod to confirm, focusing your attention on untangling the intricate makeup of the wiring system running throughout the material.

Tony flips over the folder to retrieve the results from inside, he widens his eyes in horror once he reads the final test results, “Oh my god.”

His low tone causes your gaze to shoot up, “Wait, what? What’s wrong, is there something concerning with my blood work?” You hurriedly ask him, distressed at the thought of something serious being wrong.

“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

Your heart drops at his words, worry surges through your body at the possibility of something serious being wrong, “Tony just tell me, do I need Nat here to know?”

Tony instantly shakes his head, “No, that won’t be necessary. Though saying that, I’m sorry to say but you’re positive.”

You slowly set down the tools you are using for Peter’s mask to focus your study on Tony’s features intently, hoping to gauge some answers from his mannerisms, “What for?” You let out timidly.

Tony releases a sigh before revealing his answer, “Y/n, you have ‘dumbasstitis’.”

You rip the folder from Tony’s hands as you use it to smack him with, “You asshole, I thought you were being serious. You’re cruel.”

Tony laughs as you continue your actions against him, “Alright, alright it was a joke. You’re all clear y/l/n.”

You stop to open the file, double checking that you are in fact clear of any irregularities in your system.

“I’m so going to get you back for that.” You warn Tony as you finish reading through your papers.

Tony pats you on the arm, “I count on it, sorry y/l/n.”

“Hmm, I bet you are.” You use the folder to tap him on the head with before throwing it on the desk, so it can be taken care of later.

Tony collapses into his work chair, stretching slightly from the prolonged work being carried out, “How many more gadgets do we have on the list?” He wonders as he awaits your answer.

“Too many.” You say as you grimace at the remaining workload for you and Tony to complete.

Tony claps his hands together, “Right, my glamorous work assistant, let’s get back to it.”

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“Where are they? They know we have dinner reservations booked for 7pm.” Natasha asks as she paces the living area of the compound, annoyed that Tony and yourself have failed to show up ready on time.

Pepper watches her every step with intent, “They were doing lab work today, you don’t think they’re still in there?“

Natasha stops her pacing to face Pepper, “If they are, that can’t be good news. They were supposed to be finished hours ago.” Natasha releases frustratedly, glancing at her phone to see if she has any missed messages from you to explain your absence.

Pepper stands from the couch and brushes down her elegant dress, ready for the double date scheduled between both couples, “Well, they’ve either hurt themselves by messing around and are too stubborn to tell us; or they’re cleaning up a mess from a test ‘gone wrong’. Either way, I think we should head to the lab.”

Natasha nods her head in agreement and with that, the two women head to the lab, partly dreading the chaotic scene that they anticipate to find.

—

Once Pepper and Natasha make it to the lab, they can’t help but watch the chaos unfold through the glass doors.

You’re currently chasing Tony around the lab, as he desperately sprints in various directions in an attempt to dodge your attacks.

Pepper inputs the passcode to unlock the lab’s secure doors- with the passcode being a combination of her and Morgan’s birthday.

Once the doors have opened, the two women are able to hear the conversation being carried out by the two of you- having the glass barrier muffling it beforehand.

“Y/n, stop, you don’t have to do this-“ Tony leaps out of the way of the electric shock being sent in his direction.

“Oh Tony, come on. How else am I supposed to test if Nat’s ‘Widow Bite’ device has the correct voltage. Stay still, you’re only making it worse.” You laugh as you aim your wrist towards Tony’s chosen area of cover.

Through your concentrated hunt for Tony, you fail to notice the unimpressed expressions on Natasha and Pepper’s face.

Once you hear a shuffle from Tony’s suspected location- under a desk. You do a strategic roll across the floor and aim the weapon out, however Tony is nowhere to be found.

You raise a confused eyebrow as you look under the desk; adamant that Tony was under it.

Though as soon as you hear the high pitched charging sound of one of Tony’s repulsors, you know he’s now behind you.

You quickly swivel around to aim the Widow Bite device at Tony, with having him matching your defensive position with his own weapon of choice- to which he armed himself with during his attempt to take cover.

The two of you focus your intense gazes at each other, neither one of you wavering in your intimidating ways.

That is until the two of you break out into a series of laughter, sending a wave of confusion over Natasha and Pepper, who watched the whole ordeal unfold, “You almost had me y/l/n. Oh that’s a thought, I think I have a new target simulator we can use in here.”

You pull yourself up from the floor in excitement, “No way! Can we use any weapon on it?!” You ask happily, absolutely loving any training sessions carried out using Tony’s advanced and unique simulations.

“You should be able to, let me load one up now-“ Tony’s words are interrupted once the two of you hear someone clearing their throat.

You both pull your gazes to the entrance of the lab, now noticing your irritated partners.

As you register their appearances, you instantly recall having dinner plans with them, which you completely forgot about.

“Hi-“

Natasha raises her hand to silence you, “What part of ‘don’t be late’ did the two of you not understand?” She asks in a dangerous tone.

You and Tony look between yourselves in trepidation, hoping that one of you has a good excuse as to why you didn’t show up on time, “Um, we have been working.” Tony says timidly.

Pepper glances around the room in peculiarity, studying the organised chaos, “What part of this is work.” She asks as she mostly gestures to your newly built cardboard box fort.

“We needed a base.” Tony fills in the gaps of Pepper’s question.

“You were supposed to be working on gadgets, why would you need a base?” Pepper questions further.

Tony and yourself look towards the ground when you decide to answer, “We were playing spies.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at your antics, “Right, well we’ve missed the reservation now so the two of you are going out to pick us up some takeout, whilst me and Pepper go and chill out. Do you understand?” Natasha firmly questions.

You and Tony nod, refusing to upset Natasha further, “Yes Nat.”

She smirks, “Good, now hurry up you morons, we’re starving.” Natasha says in a playful way.

At the lightening of Natasha’s tone, you instantly remove the widow bite device from your wrist and go to move out of the lab to pick up some dinner with Tony.

In your hurried state, the two of you nearly forgot one of the most important things to complete before leaving the compound. You and Tony rush over to the two women, allowing Tony to kiss Pepper goodbye.

Though when you lean in for a kiss for Natasha, she places a finger on your lips, “If you go to Sal’s Pizza, what do you have to make sure detka?”

You speak in a muffled state as Natasha’s finger continues to block your mouth, “To only get stuffed crust if the garlic mozzarella cheese is back in stock.”

Natasha smiles sweetly at you, “Atta-girl.” She pulls you in for a kiss, bidding you farewell before you leave with Tony.

“Now hurry up, then we can all pick a movie to watch when you get back.” Natasha suggests.

“Okay, I love you, we won’t take long.” You say as you tap Tony to signal for the two of you to leave.

“I love you too, now go.” With that, you and Tony finally exit the lab through a passage to retrieve a car from his impressive garage.

Just as Natasha and Pepper turn to leave the lab, Natasha notices a disturbance with a set of blueprints on one of the walls. She steadily walks over to remove the plans, curious as to what lies beneath them.

Once removed, the damage in the wall is apparent, with the breeze from outside playing against the blueprints, causing the movement. You weren’t wrong about them being the most observant people you know.

“Sometimes I wonder why we even date them.” Pepper shakes her head at the damage, not even having the patience to wonder how this destruction occurred.

“There’s supposed to be a sweet and heartfelt reason behind that question, but all I can think is that they’re goofballs, but they’re our goofballs.” Natasha chooses to pin the blueprints back in their place. Allowing you and Tony to keep the illusion that Natasha and Pepper are none the wiser to your lab based shenanigans.

“Though they’re goofballs, we wouldn’t trade them for the world.” Pepper says as she strides towards the exit.

Natasha walks up alongside her, “We certainly wouldn’t. No matter how many holes they blow in this place.”

The two women laugh as they begin to share stories originating from yours and Tony’s adventurous friendship, through the years.

Knowing that soon you and Tony will do something astonishing to add to the whole list of crazy tales that make up your incredible friendship.