#tony stark x black!reader

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Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

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TONY STARK | IRON MAN (616)

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“Office Time” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| Tony visits the reader at her office job. Just to hang out…no other reason.

| SFW, slice of life(?), nothing crazy happens they’re just talking, fluff

| Pic source: Tony Stark: Iron Man comics

| 2k+ words

Tony saunters into your office thirty minutes after finishing up with a business meeting in the area. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket, leaving him in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slacks, polished oxfords clacking on the vinyl as he travels down the office building’s nearly vacant hallways.

He knocks on your door while already walking himself in.

“Hey! It’s your boyfriend. Remember me?”

You glance at him briefly with a roll of your eyes but still flash him a smile before turning back to your monitor. The sleek black design was Stark Tech, gifted by himself, because no associate of his was working on anything less than the best. He can hear the tell tale signs of a conference call once he kicks the door closed behind him.

A small smirk eclipses his face at the sight of you and he edges his way across the room on silent feet. You toss him a curious glance but he waves you off. He’s got a hunch he plans on getting to the bottom of and he’s willing to risk your ire to do so. He thinks the reward will be greater than the risk in this case, though. Certainly more than his usual impulsive calls for excitement.

You only lightly startle when he plops down next to you on the floor behind your desk.

“So…” he starts, stretching out the word while settling comfortably beside your legs where they’re not fully under the desk.

“So?”

You hum and begin shuffling around with some papers. Tony feels like the file beneath your hands could knock Thor out; it's so thick.

“You know I love you, and all that good stuff. So, when I say this I'm really not trying to seem like the biggest jerk on the planet but, uh.” Tony scratches the back of his head as your eyes narrow at your screen. “Haha, okay. This is gonna be a little awkward, even for me, but did you get that package I sent you earlier?”

“Uh huh. It’s under my desk,” your face twitches funnily before you lick your lips. “It’s not secretly a…bomb…is it?”

You parse the question out tentatively and Tony blinks up at you.

“I would never do something so irresponsible.”

You squint, bright eyes still locked on whatever you’ve got running on the computer.

“Mmm, you kind of already have though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when the man smiles at you, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I see what you’re trying to do right now, and it won’t work.”

“Oh you do? Well that’s okay because I distinctly remember a certain Armored Avenger crashing into the side of this building a month ago.”

“I’ll have you know, I was thrown, actually.”

You give a little nod randomly to the screen before addressing him.

“Whatever,” you sniff. “I could’ve died.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, the world's shittiest boyfriend award goes to me. Thanks.”

He’s going for playful dismissiveness, but if the look you throw at him is any indication he missed by a mile and ended up firmly at the corner of much too needy and much too self deprecating.

“Don't punch down, it looks bad on you. You still ended up saving me.”

“I don’t think the good deed counts if I caused the problem in the first place.”

“In this case we'll make an exception,” you frown at whatever’s on your screen but Tony doesn’t really know what to do at your reassurance. Eventually you fill the silence the room descends into.

“You’re good, though? Not slowly dying from some weird alien goo or anything?”

In a bid to dismiss your clear worry Tony waves his hand, “I’m fine, really. Just was in the area…Wanted to see you,” he shrugs. “Make sure you haven't opened that box.”

Tony gives himself a good chuckle before realizing the room’s other occupant isn’t laughing. His head whips to the side and his eyes widen. You’re cringing.

“Oh shit! You did? Honey...I...uh…” he trails off as you turn off your camera and slowly turn to him. Your face is pinched in guilt and embarrassment, and would you look at that, Tony feels like shit now.

“Hold on, Y/n, I’m not upset about it, just shocked I’m apparently rubbing off on you this much, and embarrassed.”

Your shoulders drop and you tap your manicured nails in succession once before your grimace turns into a soft smile.

You let out a small chuckle, “What’s so wrong with the gift you’d be embarrassed about it?”

“It’s just…uh…” he looks up at you and you smile.

“Proof that you care?”

He waves his hands around.

“No! I mean, yea- it just wasn’t supposed to come today.”

You nod sagely and place the gift, a beautifully crafted gold band set, gently atop your folder of doom.

“What exactly do you…think about them, though?”

Tony watches avidly as you chew on your lip for a moment.

He didn’t think after all you’d been through this would be the catalyst for you breaking up with him, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint you either.

It didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot and could go toe to toe with Tony’s own brand of witt.

Neither of you take your eyes off the other as you suddenly push your chair back so you’re facing him. The moment you kick off one of your heels your boyfriend’s gaze locks on your bare foot. Tony’s breath hitches as you lift the fullness of your right leg up in front of his face. You slip the golden garter from your toes up to settle at the middle of your thigh, delighting in the way the hero tracks its trajectory.

Sliding the two thin gold cuffs up to your left forearm elicits the same amount of infatuation. After you finish putting on his gifts you meet his eyes and can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Is that answer enough for you?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love them, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony stares up at you, goofy grin taking over his face before he shifts to physically pat himself on the back. You laugh at him and turn back to your computer.

“Alright, yeah! Good on me. Best boyfriend of the year award firmly secured!”

You give him a little subdued upturn of your lips while flicking back on your camera. The meeting you’re in is still droning on without you.

“I won’t disagree with you, Tee,” you smirk. “Though that is a completely made up award.”

He squawks at your accusation, never mind that it was true.

You pay no further mind to his outburst except to shush him as you begin once again listening to what sounded like your team lead giving you all a hell of a talking to.

He takes to idly fiddling with his emergency screwdriver and the landline that was on your desk for the half hour it takes for your meeting to wrap up. He finds and disables a S.H.I.E.L.D tracker, two of Fury’s information gathering bugs, and one of his listening devices that was thankfully not transmitting -goddamn paranoid asshole- within the first twenty minutes.

Each time he finds something, identifies it and takes it apart, he shows it to you and by the time he’s fished out the last “addition” you look heavily irritated.

“Alright, yes, thank you for letting me listen in Ma’am…Mhm…Goodbye to you as well,” you say before logging off.

You turn to Tony, still cross legged on the floor, and your face goes from mildly irritated to furious in seconds.

“What the hell?”

Tony scowls at the ruined tech, “What the hell, indeed. Why would the General be tracking you?”

You shake your head.

“I work a desk job,” you say deadpan. “So it can’t be that, but I'd bet a lot that someone found out about us.”

“I want in on that bet,” Tony jokes lowly, dropping the ruined pieces of S.H.I.E.L.D tech into his pocket.

You rub at your forehead and Tony makes a soft noise before getting up on his knees and grabbing the hand that’s in your lap. He squeezes it softly.

“Don’t stress yourself out, I'll deal with it, okay? No one messes with my woman and gets away with it.”

You return the soft hold and snort as y’all lock eyes. Tony smirks and kisses the hand in his grasp. You smile softly down at him, bracing your elbow on the desk and leaning your head on your free fist.

“Your woman, huh?”

He can tell you’re putting on a brave face by how quickly your laughter fades after that. How fast your expression and tone goes from playful to something duller, and he knows he’s going to try and cheer you up before he even comes up with an actual plan.

“Yup.”

He winks at you, signature smirk softened around the edges, and you scoff while flicking his nose.

“Oh? Does that make you ‘my man’ then?”

“You’re damn right it does.”

You both let out quiet laughs while holding each other’s gazes. Dark lashes brush against brown skin when you blink and your eyes go half lidded, thumb running over his knuckles. It’s enough to make a grown man blush honestly.

Tony loves when the combined energy between you both sparks like this. It makes his body tingle in a way it never has with any of his past partners.

Sunset used to make him warm all over but it was never a good kind of warm, she used to make him feel lacking with nothing but pretty words and a flutter of her lashes. Tiberius didn’t make him feel like anything less than the shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rumiko was like spring, blooming flowers and soft grass, but her dad had ripped her away the second he found out she was seeing a Stark so he’d never gotten to feel how they sparked. Janet made him want to dance and sing, her heat was like kinetic energy on a dance floor, but he was never a physical activity type of guy and she’d needed Hank more than him so their spark had fizzled out. Pepper and him had had a good run but in the end they hadn’t been what the other needed, but she was much more content with Happy anyway.

But you?

You made him calm like fall. All cool gusts of air and falling leaves when you looked at him during your rare moments of stillness together. Moments that made him want to fall into that pile of leaves and never come out. You pull him in like the world would stop revolving without you.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You sigh against his mouth, hand moving to tilt his chin up more securely. He leans up to meet you halfway and you lean down to close the gap without a second thought. You and Tony devour each other slowly. You taste like coffee, like fall, and he’s desperate for it.

When you break apart neither of you are out of breath but he’s sure his eyes are just as dilated as yours. You’re only a hair's width apart as you breathe each other's air and he maps the intricacies of your face.

His eyes light up as he gets an idea.

“How bout’,” he pecks you on the lips before pulling back. “I cheer you up.”

“How so?” you ask, the smile you give him is wistful but the brown of your dark eyes twinkle.

Tony shivers. Your eyes only take on that mischievous sparkle when you’re planning or when you smell blood in the water and have somebody pegged. Tony usually likes the outcome of either of those.

There’s a twist to that usual assessing stare right now though.

You’re looking at Tony in the way Tony’s decided is reserved only for him. His stomach flutters. He’s not a particularly observant guy when it comes to normal people’s (ie: people that aren’t trying to kill him, use his money for villainy, or are who he fights beside) social cues, he accepted that years ago, but even he could tell that you were soft on him.

He throws you a heated look before adjusting his position on the carpet and moving down. He coaxes your legs apart with gentle touches before leaning in to plant a kiss on the soft inside of your thigh.

“I think I can come up with something,” he murmurs.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is not all canonical (obviously). Also mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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Wrong day :>

Description: short and sweet 🫶🏾

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black fem reader

Note: hey….how my lovelies doing 💕

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“Okay okay okay” I muttered to myself while getting things from around my closet. You may be wondering, y/n what the hell are you doing? I’m so glad you asked, I’m late packing!!!

*insert a reaction pic with tears and a thumbs up*

Yeah, so fun!!! Packing up at 1am when your flight leaves at 5am whew!!

Please tell me you understand my great great sarcasm, anyway, I’m just doing last minute packing since Tony said we were apparently going somewhere and decided to tell me last minute.

I sighed and looked down at the now fully packed suit case, now this is where the hard part comes in…closing the suit case….I cracked my knuckles one by one and started to do that “losing up” thing people do before lifting up something heavy (???)

I closed my suitcase and started to zip it up, at first, it wasn’t so bad, then it started to get a bit…challenging.

I grunted softly and put my knee on top of the suit case so I can close it easier. At first it worked then it had to be that ONE part where it gets stuck

“Oh fuck me” I said clearly annoyed. I then proceeded to sit my black ass on the suit case and started to zip it up once again. When I tell you it finally closed, thank god.

I did a little happy dance and picked up the suitcase, the bring it downstairs near the front door, as I was walking downstairs, I noticed it was quiet, too quiet

‘hm’ I thought to myself while sitting the black suitcase near the front door of our home. I started to walk near Tony’s little “man cave” and it was quiet?

It’s a little shocker because he always has music playing in the background, either because he’s working on something or he’s searching up new formulas etc etc

I walked down the stairs and typed in the code to get in, I walked near his working area and saw him hunched over the desk. I lightly tapped his shoulder, to see if he was alive….obviously

“hey Tony” I said softly while tapping him continuously, he grunted a bit and looked up at me tiredly. “Hm” he said groggily “why aren’t you packed up I thought we were going somewhere?” I replied

He gave me a confused look and answered “we are…but that’s not until Thursday…?” “It’s ….not Thursday?” I said confusedly with my hand resting on my hip

He shook his head “no honey, it’s Wednesday” he pointed to his computer and put his head down once again. I gave him the side eye look

Cause how you gonna wake me up, just for me to pack thinking our flight was gonna be at 5am today, when it’s really tomorrow. Sighing I shook him awake once again

“Tony get up and get in that bed” I said to him while walking away and scratching my head through the bonnet

I heard him getting up from behind me and before I made it to the door, he came up from behind while wrapping his arms around my hips, while his chin rests on my shoulder

“Alright now we can go” he replied in a sleepy voice, I chuckled softly and started to walk out from his little man cave and into our shared bedroom

-

#tony stark #black fem reader #black reader #ant man #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #peter parker #wanda maximoff #sam wilsom #tony stark x black!reader #tony stark x wife!reader #airport #packing #steve rogers

[tonystarkwifey]

𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 | T. Stark

In which a single mother, working as

Tony Stark's assistant, unintentionally falls for him.

𝐎𝐑 In which a woman is hired to protect a man

from potential threats, but soon finds herself becoming one.

#tony stark x black!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #nick fury #phil coulson #family #drama #clint barton #bruce banner #thor #loki laufeyson #loki #steve rogers #popular #bwwm wmbw #bwwm love #bwwm couples #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction

[side-shawty]

Family Line

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: sequel

Prompt/Summary: Part two of the fic based on Saint Bernard by Lincoln. This one was inspired by Family Line by Conan Gray.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Steve Rogers, Stony x daughter!reader

Requested? Not even a little bit

PART ONE

The drive from the compound was silent. You’d left your Stark phone in your bedroom in exchange for the one you’d made yourself. But this one didn't have the playlist and songs you’d spent hours putting together and no the silence was deafening.

Racing down the empty upstate roads towards Manhattan was easy until a single raindrop on your windshield turned into an all-out storm. 

You had no idea where you would end up but you knew at that moment that anywhere would be better than where you were now. 

——

When you drove away, Red walked through the halls for several minutes before he found anyone. Once he found Tony, he almost walked in until he heard the yelling. It scared him enough to make him turn around and walk to your room instead. He nosed his way in and let the door shut softly behind him. 

He placed the package you had given him onto his bed right at the foot of your own and laid on top of it. It stayed there for almost two weeks. 

That was when your dads had gotten back from Germany, tearing through the compound with fervor once they realized neither of them had seen you since the day before your departure. 

——

Two Days Ago: Germany

“End of the line Rogers! Stand down, hand Barnes over, and let's go home!” Tony shouted to his husband, glaring at him.

“You know I can’t do that! He’s family!” Steve yelled back and Tony visibly flinched at his words. Tears stung at his eyes and a single one slipped before he let his faceplate shut.

“So was I,” Tony said and the two teams began to run at each other.

Tony and Steve went head to head, attacking with broken hearts and shattered dreams.

“Why are you doing this?!” Tony asked.

“It’s the only way,” Steve responded, taking a swing with his shield that Tony narrowly dodged.

Tony moved back and let a blast hit Cap’s shield, “It’s not and you know it. You always swing first! There are other ways.”

“Not this time,” Steve spoke and dodged as Tony threw a punch, catching his wrist and looking him in the eye as he held it between them.

Tony let his helmet retract into his suit to look into the blue eyes that he still loved so deeply. The two of them were frozen, just staring at one another nearly forgetting about all of the fighting happening around them. 

Tony spoke first, “If you’re going to leave me, at least let me say goodbye to my daughter.”

Another tear slipped down Tony’s cheek and it took everything in Steve not to drop his shield and wipe it away. When Tony’s words finally registered, Steve’s face became riddled with confusion.

“What?” Steve asked, brows furrowing together. “Y/N isn’t with me. I didn’t even tell her I was leaving,” he told the other man.

“Bullshit. I haven’t seen her since you packed up and ran away with your boy toy,” Tony argued, trying to hide how the hurt tore him in two.

This time, Steve did drop his shield along with Tony’s wrist. He moved both of his hands onto the cool metal of his shoulders and Tony averted his gaze.

“Tony. Look at me,” Steve pleaded.

Tony reluctantly looked back at the older man, there was both sincerity and fear in his eyes.

“Oh god, she’s really not with you,” Tony said softly and his heart plummeted as his blood ran cold. He suddenly remembered the last time he saw you, looking solemn as the two of you had pizza for dinner in silence. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t risk fighting with both you and Steve at the time.

Tony put his helmet back on and spoke quickly, “Friday, what’s Y/N’s current location?” 

A map of the globe popped up in front of him and Friday scanned it quickly then beeped twice, “No location found for Y/N Stark-Rogers.”

Tony’s breathing began to quicken as his panic began to take over. Steve knew the signs and found the emergency release near his left ear. It scanned his fingerprint and the helmet retracted again.

“Friday can’t find her,” he said, almost breathless.

Tony tried to push Steve away as his knees gave way under him. The super soldier wouldn’t let him, taking a knee with his husband as he pushed Tony’s forehead against his own, placing one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder. 

Steve began to count softly and it wasn’t until the fifth round of tens that Tony was grounded enough to breathe again. He pushed Steve’s hands off of him and stood. 

“Thank you,” Tony said quietly and Steve only nodded before joining him on his feet.

It was then that they both realized that the fighting around them had stopped. Though there was a distinct line between the two groups, it was clear that they were all concerned for the two men.

Tony stepped forward first. 

“We’re going back. Rhodey, Romanoff, Vision, Kid get the jet,” Tony was right in front of them now. None of them moved as he stood in front of T’Challa.

Tony tried his best not to break down as he spoke. “King T’Challa, I know you’re here because you want to bring Barnes into custody but I’m afraid I can’t help you anymore. My daughter has gone missing.” 

The tension in the air became fearful as he spoke. T’Challa let his helmet retract into his suit and placed his hands on Tony’s shoulders.

“I understand. But this will not be the end,” He let his hands drop and turned to look at Cap’s team, where Steve was now beside Bucky. “I won’t stop until he’s in Wakanda’s custody.” He looked back to Tony once more before continuing, “For now, I will help you find your daughter.”

Tony looked at him with grateful eyes, “Thank you.”

Steve took a hesitant step forward, “Tony—“

“Stop. I’m going back to the compound to find Y/N. You have your hands full with your fugitive,” Tony’s voice was cold as he spoke. He didn’t spare Steve a glance as the auto-piloted quintet touched down in front of them and Tony’s team entered before flying off.

Before the jet was even out of their sight, Steve fell to his knees and cried, having no idea Tony was doing the same just a few thousand feet over his head.

——

When Tony and his team arrived at the compound without Wakanda’s King, Steve and his were already there. Tony had made sure they didn’t have access and was glad to see it worked.

The man made no more to acknowledge them, just past by with his team in silence as he rushed into the compound's living area. 

“Y/N!” Tony yelled but was only greeted with silence. He glanced at the others, “Split up, see if you can find anything. I’ll check her room,” they all nodded and headed in different directions. 

Tony sprinted to your room, ignoring Steve’s presence as he followed him in. They were met with a very sad-looking Red on your bed, barely perking up at the sight of the two men. Tony knelt and opened his arms.

“Hey buddy,” the dog hopped off the bed without much grandeur and sat directly in front of Tony, head on his shoulder as his tail wagged weakly and he cried softly. Tony looked around the room and saw that his automatic feeding bowl was full and some of your things were gone. 

“Oh Red, buddy. Where’s Y/N? Is she home?” Tony questioned. 

Red barked and stood up, walking to his bed and picking up the package you have him so long ago. He brought it to Tony and the man took it, giving the dog a pat on the head and standing up.

He flipped it over and saw in your handwriting, ‘To Dad and Pops’ and it filled him with relief. This at least you left on your own accord and weren’t taken. 

Tony opened the package with shaking hands, still hyperaware of the super soldier at his side. It was your hero mask, there was a blinking red light indicating an awaiting message. 

Tony pressed it and they watched with desolate hearts as you told them you were leaving.

___

It had been three weeks since you left. You didn’t bring anything with you that could be tracked and had even swapped cars miles from where you ended up.

So when a knock came at your door of your apartment on the outskirts of Ontario, you armed yourself with the kitchen knife you were using to chop onions.

My father never talked a lot. 

He just took a walk around the block. 

You approached your door with all the silence of an assassin trained by Natasha Romanoff herself. When you were almost at the door a voice rang through it.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there,” they spoke and knocked once more before speaking again, “Open up, please.”

The tinge of pain in the words was breaking you as your grip loosened on the knife, almost dropping it. Your weight shifted a bit and one of the floorboards creaked under you.

You flinched at the sound.

“Y/N,” a different voice this time, “Honey, please.”

You could hear the tears like they had been at this for years and not weeks.

My mother never cried a lot.

She took the punches but she never fought.

Finally, you let yourself reach the door, swapping the knife to your left hand as you pressed your right against it, holding your weight. When you caught sight of the two men bruised and drained on the other side, it took everything in you not to open it and leap into their arms. 

But you held back. They couldn’t just show up after probably not even noticing your absence. So, you donned an accent and spoke in French.

I say, ‘They’re just the ones who gave me life.’

But I truly am my parent’s child.

“Pas de Y/N ici, tu t'es trompé d'appartement,” you spoke and you heard a deep sigh on the other side. (No Y/N here, you have the wrong apartment.)

“Êtes-vous sûr? Il y a un chien ici avec son nom sur l'étiquette,” Tony spoke in perfect French. It only made you want to cry again. 

(Are you sure? There's a dog here with her name on the tag.)

You clamped a hand over your mouth to hold back a sob that threatened to spill over. You cleared your throat before you spoke again, “Je suis sûr. J'espère que vous trouverez qui vous cherchez,” you turned your back on the door and moved to sit on the couch, placing the knife on the coffee table.

(I'm sure. Hope you find who you're looking for.)

“What now?” You heard Steve ask, quietly as you stared intently at the door. You heard Red give an enthusiastic bark and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Now we be parents,” Tony replied and you heard a series of mechanical clicks.

Then silence.

Scattered ‘cross my family line.

I’m so good at telling lies.

And finally, a quiet ‘boom’ as your door handle was blown off in one clean circle.

You stared at the door as it began to creak open. Before either of your fathers could push it, Red came barreling through and straight onto you. You held him tightly and buried your face into his fur as he wiggled energetically in your arms.

“Hi Red,” you whispered into his warmth as you heard a pair of footsteps walk inside and attempt to shut the door.

You didn’t want to look at them but you couldn’t ignore them as they spoke.

“I could have just pushed it open, Tony,” your Pops spoke as they made their way further in.

“I took care of it, Rogers,” he replied, a chill to his words as they both sat on the opposite ends of the couch across from you.

That came from my mother’s side.

Told a million to survive.

They sat in silence as Red began to calm down and you were forced to look at them when he decided to lay on your lap.

You look to your Dad first, there was a healing bruise on his eye and his entire form was tense. Your Pop was about the same, sans bruise but looking uncharacteristically disheveled. 

You decided to speak first.

“How did you find me?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Your Dad clearly wanted to roll his eyes, “I’ve got 10 satellites in orbit, I could find a needle in a haystack.”

“Tony,” you Pops said as if warning him that he was becoming too harsh.

Tony sighed, “Why’d you leave?”

You actually did roll your eyes, “Maybe because my parents are getting a divorce and our house was turning into a civil war,” you could feel yourself getting worked up as you spoke, your powers beginning to bubble up to the surface. 

You took a deep breath and regrouped.

“Why didn’t you take Red?” Your Pops asked.

I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you.

‘Cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me.

You looked down at the lovable pile of fur on your lap and gently stroked his head, “He’s too easy to track. I needed to be on my own for a while.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Tony’s voice was edging on desperation, he had moved up on the couch, now almost on the edge of his seat as he rested his elbows on his knees. 

“How could I?!” You spoke loudly as tears stung your eyes and your body began to shake as you tried desperately to hold yourself back. 

“When I tried to ask you,” you pointed at your Dad and the sudden made Red jump off of the couch in favor of sitting at your feet, “you’d just play it off like I was some little kid. And you,” you dropped your hand and looked sadly at your Pop, “you were ready to leave us the second you found out Bucky was alive.”

This time you couldn’t help it as the tears fell. You gave yourself a second of sadness before pushing yourself up and standing, wiping at your eyes. They stood with you.

“You’re still young Y/N/N. I didn’t want you involved in any of this,” Tony said, as his own tears shone in his eyes. 

You gave a dry laugh, “Please, I’ve been involved since the day I was born. I was a kid I wasn’t clueless!”

Both of your fathers flinched at that.

“All that I did I tried to undo it by pushing you both aside to help Bucky, and that wasn’t fair,” Steve began.

“Please, we did what we had to do to protect you,” He continued looking just as desperate as you felt. 

“Protect me from the two of you!? Do you know how insane that sounds!? All of my pain and all your excuses we’ve been hearing since the day he showed up aren’t going anywhere! You thought he was dead for decades!” You were yelling now but you didn’t care, they needed to hear it all. You could feel yourself begin to heat up from within as you fought your power down.

They were both inching closer to you now, less than an arm's length away on either side of you when they rounded the coffee table.

“We did it because we had to. Because we love you!” Tony tried but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Someone who loves me wouldn’t do this!” You cried, falling to your knees as your power came out in a shimmering wave, pushing your parents flat on their backs, making every lightbulb in the vicinity pop and shatter.

You were nothing but tired now, as you wept. Red, who had crawled beneath the couch had inched out at the sound go your cries. You hugged him against your chest as your parents sat up with a groan. 

They both came toward you and wrapped their arms around you. You only cried harder as they whispered apologies and let their own tears fall silently.

Everything was far from perfect, but it would be better.

I can run but I can’t hide.

From my family line.

#tony stark daughter #steve rogers daughter #stony daughter tony #stark x daughter!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #avengers x reader #tony stark #steve rogers #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #marvel angst #stony x daughter!reader #marvel two shot #stony x black!daughter!reader #tony stark x black!daughter!reader #steve rogers x black!daughter!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #tony stark x black!reader #avengers x black!reader

[priswrites]

TONY STARK HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND.

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

#black reader #x black reader #female reader #x reader #black oc #black female oc #black female writers #black writers #black female characters #black characters #tony stark #iron man #avengers #tony stank #tony stark x black!reader #tony stark x black oc

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

#source: jessie #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony x reader #iron man x reader #iron man #marvel #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader

[rxmqnova]

Tony: So, are you two dating now?

Y/N & Natasha: Yes.

Tony: Why?

Y/N: I happen to find Natasha very appealing.

Tony: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Natasha.

#source: incorrect quotes generator #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #tony stark #iron man

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

*au if y/n wasn't an avenger and Nat was introducing them to the group*

Nat: guys this is my girlfriend y/n.

Tony: you could do way better than that.

Nat: TONY FUCKING STARK HOW BLOODY DARE YOU

Tony: I was talking to her *points at y/n*

Nat: ...

*Tony still got his ass beat and y/n nearly died laughing*

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #black widow #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #black widow x reader #tony stark

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Can you do a clingy possessive Tony stark being super clingy with his wife that has to go to work or something and he basically eats her out so she won’t leave pls 🥺 love your fics!

You Know I Eat

"Bitch, you know I eat.." You rap, starin at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you tuck the left side of your hair behind your ear.

You can't help the way you pop your ass to the beat of your jam while it plays on the surround sound speakers throughout the mansion you share with Tony. Pretendin you don't feel your husbands fucking intense stare on your backside, you make ya juicy ass cheeks clap and jiggle in your stark white shirt dress.

"Pretty face wit sum pretty feet, bitch you know I eat.."

One last lean forward to wipe gloss off the corner of your mouth with your index finger and thumb, a small smile gracin your lined lips as you feel your fit slide up in the back a bit. The show you put on teases the fuck outta yo man so of course you gotta throw it back once more.

"Hoe I'm still on fleek, boss bitch- you can't compete. You already know what time it is, bitch I came ta eat.."

Just about done with the finishing touches on your look, you give a small half lick to the right side of your upper lip and a flick of your 28 inch y/h/c bone straight hair over your shoulder. Spinning round to asses the back of yourself through the mirror before turnin and comin face to face with your fine ass husband.

Tony stares you down ravenously, eyeing your frame while nibbling that sultry, full bottom lip as he leans against the doorframe. Muscled arms crossed against his strong bare chest, you notice his lengthy dick is hard and pokin the front of his black gym shorts. Doesn't even realize he's lookin like a fuckin snack.

Little do you know, hes thinkin the exact same thing about you. God damn, you look so alluring to him. He has the immediate urge to get to that prize in between your legs. Lust filled eyes drag up and down your frame once more before meeting your amused gaze.

"And where do you think you're goin, yn?" He asks, like you both haven't had this conversation a gazillion times today.

"You know I have to run to the office real quick and then I'm gonna meet up with girls. Don't act like we have argued about this earlier more times than I'd like to count."

The way you roll your eyes in the air tests Tony's patience. Makes him straighten up, arms at his sides as he takes a step toward you, nose flaring just a bit. You hold your ground, juting your waist out to the side as you put your hand on your hip.

"I believe I won that argument, as I win all of our arguments." Your cocky ass husband responds and he takes another step towards you.

Impossible to miss his sneaky advance, you can't help but to laugh aloud. Closing the distance, you step up and wrap your arms around his neck to pull his body to yours securely. His cock pokes at you, twitchin against you relentlessly. Your pussy calls back with an answering flutter.

"No, I win all our fights because Daddy can't take when I inhale his cock down my throat while massagin his fat balls." You counter back, speaking against his mouth before licking as his sensual bottom lip.

Tony eyes shut and he groans loud when he feels the tip of your tongue comes out to play. Grippin your waist, he humps his dick against you as the desperation for you slowly rises. Coupled with your reminder of how fuckin good you suck his dick he's, about ready to end this conversation and get to the fun part.

The racy banger you keep on repeat plays in the back ground as ya man rest his face between your perky brown tits and takes a deep breath. Tony backs you into the bathroom counter, lifting and setting you atop it. He steps between your open legs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach on your chest. Fuck his lips on your body get your pussy to start droolin in an instant.

"Stay." He softly demands when he pulls back from your tits, looking into your eyes.

The way he lovingly gazes at you, slowly bending to press sweet kisses on your neck has an arousing warmth spreading throughout your body. Your resolve already starts to break from his ministrations. Fuck maybe you could drop by the office tomorrow instead..

"Stay." He says again, and you feel his thumb press against the wet spot on your panties that sits right against your pulsing clit.

Your head drops back against the mirror as you inhale sharply. Tony doesn't play fair as he rotates his thumb in deliberate circles against you. Dammit, maybe the you can meet up with the girls another time..

"Stay." He commands one last time before dropping to his knees, pulling your skimpy cotton panties to the side and softly sucking on your sensitive button.

Your moan is loud and long as he suckles at you like he's nursin a tit. Looking down to watch, you notice your husbands closed eyes and look of pure bliss as he casually eats your pussy. The grip at your waist pulls you to the edge of the counter closer to his mouth and he whines your name into your wet pussy. His hips hump the air in the same rhythm that he laps at you, stiff cock wagging up and down repeatedly in his shorts.

"You gonna stay with Daddy for the day, baby?" He asks, nuzzling in your thick brown thighs before getting back to his meal.

"Fuuuuck.. IcantIcantIcant. Pleeeease. You kn-know I gotta goooo." You answer through heavy breaths and clenched teeth as he takes you apart piece by piece.

Although he keeps an unrushed steady pace, all of it is too much. You throw your head back into the mirror with a loud thud, trying to slow down the orgasm attempting to race through you. It's feels so fucking good that you don't notice how Tony lifts your right leg to let it hang over his shoulder loosely.

"Come on kitten," -suck- "Be Daddy's good girl," -suck- "Stay home with me today," -suck- "And I'll fiiiiinally do that thing you want." He offers in-between his slurps.

Fuck, you instantly know what he's referring to. It seemed so unlikely that you took it off your bucket list long ago. It's been a constant wet dream to have a threesome with him and his red and gold ironman suit. The thought excites you, makes your pussy clench and your orgasm inch closer as you hump your husbands mouth lustfully.

"OK, deal!" You concede, as he spreads your sticky brown lips and licks into the pink of your pussy.

Not even a second after the truce you feel his fingers leave your hips and rip open the buttons on your fit. Full, soft, brown tits bounce free as you gasp in utter disbelief.

"Daddy!" You squeal, watching as your buttons pop off and fly across the bathroom.

"I'll buy you another. Sorry." He hums into your slit, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he reaches up to grope your tit, flicking at the piercing on each of your dark nipples.

The action makes you tingle as you feel a pull in your core. Your shimmering gold wrap around heel dangles limply in the air as one of your hands frantically grab at the long strands of hair in the front of his head; the other arm shakily extends behind you to hold yourself up. Staring up at the ceiling unseeing, your leg curls around his head as he slips down to lick at the glistening between your pussy lips, thumb pressing quick firm circles at your clit.

"You're a mooonster.." You moan at your mean as man.

Tony only chuckles as he increases the suction at your soaked entrance before stiffening his tongue and plungin inside your quivering cunt. The sensation of him fucking you so voraciously with the wet muscle snaps your back into an arch. He uses the tip of his nose to press his thumb into your clit more firmly to give you more. His cock throbs fervidly as he enjoys eating you, craving the tight hold of your perfect little pussy.

You can't find it in yourself to give a single fuck about anyone else that might be in the mansion while you wail in complete rapture. It's simply reflexive when you yank Tony's head tight against your pussy and grind into his mouth. Your hips hump his face as you help fuck his tongue into you deeper. The groans he let's out as you tug his hair hard matches yours, as well as vibrate the hell outta your core.

"DaddyI'mgonnacum! Uhn, uhn, uhn, mmmmm.. Makin me feel so gooooood Daddy! Ah!"

You're gushy pussy wets up the lower half of his face as the dam bursts and your walls continuously contract around the talented tongue trying to devour you. The wetness drips generously down his chin, neck, and chest. It's one of the best orgasms of your life and you hope you're not drowning your hubby with the wave of juices flowing from you.

Tony's in heaven when you cum and convulse against his mouth. He's in love with the trembles spreading throughout you, so he removes his tongue from your pussy just to try and consume your pulsating button. His lips are a bit sore and swollen but the suction remains consistently persistent as you shriek for reprieve. But your husband only bullys the poor little gem with his devilish mouth, intense gaze taking in your passionate cries.

Your volume raises so high the you supercede the track playin over the bathroom speakers and he feels instant regret for not closing the bedroom door; knows his assistants are probably getting an earful of your wails from downstairs. Still he's just beyond grateful he ain't buss his load in his shorts; that nuts so he can spray and paint your perfect curvy body.

"Pleeeease Daddy! Allyoursbaby! Won't leave less you say yeeees Daddy! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" Is the only one of your pleas he surrenders to.

Finally pullin back slowly, a knowing,sexy smirk in place as he lets your leg slide limply from his shoulder, he ogles you intently. Openly admiring how you try and fail to catch your breath, the rapid rise and fall of your breasts; delighted at how you tremble with closed eyes and pinched brows. Its quiet in the bathroom besides your heavy breathing and the song playing in the background.

When you eventually open your eyes, your met with Ironman on his knees behind your smirking husband. The eyes glow brightly as it looks from Tony to you. Ya fine ass man chuckles heartily at your shocked expression, before teasin you.

"Bitch, you know I eat."

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x black!reader #black reader #daddy k!nk #black fanfiction #poc reader #all readers #pussylicker #pussy eater #gushing #wet and gushy #smut

[apocalypse-shuffle]

TONY STARK | IRON MAN (the mcu)

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“Bad Press” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| The Mags are talking shit so you go to Tony to complain.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, romantic relationship

| This is set in the early early years of the team but placement’s not that important.

| 700+ words

“Dum-E, can you pass me that wrench over there, bud?”

The robot lets out a stream of high pitched beeps excitedly and from his spot underneath the car he was suping up, because he needed a break from making his newest suit, Tony hears footsteps coming from outside of his workshop. He wipes oil from his brow before it can drip into his eye and then tenses.

The steady staccato of determined steps and sound of sneakers against vinyl meet his ears and Tony stalls on what to do as his mind connects the steps to the person. Tony’s immediate compulsion is to hide what he’s doing, too used to people being sent to relay Fury’s displeasure with him, but he stomps it down as he identifies the steps.

Instead he slides from under the car as Dum-E comes back with a bone saw and doesn’t even have time to be exasperated before you, gorgeous as ever, enter his workshop. You’re let in easily and J.A.R.V.I.S gives you a warm welcome that you respond back to in kind. Another good sign.

You’re just also sometimes Fury's lackey. The Great Pirate loved sending you or Widow to bother him, but based on how you entered it seems like your visit was personal this time around.

You’re in front of him a second later, dressed in workout clothes so definitely personal, and you give him a tentative smile as you brandish the thing in your hand at him.

"Have you seen this?"

"New addition to your magazine collection?" Tony wipes his hand on his grease rag, "No. What’s up?"

"Gossip Magazine is what’s up. ‘No one thinks Stark’s new fling will last. I'll give it till the end of the month’ I’m gonna kick the ass of whoever wrote this."

Tony’s brows raise as you wave the booklet around angrily, pacing in a small box as you keep going.

“Little do they know we’ve been together for way more than a month. How dare they?”

“I told you something like this would happen.”

You stop moving to give Tony a narrow look. He shrugs.

“A warning and the reality are two very different things. She called me a whore!”

Tony cringes, “The tabloids can be very cruel.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

Tony stands up, oil all over his shirt and jeans, and walks over to you.

“Not in the way you're implying, no.”

“So in what way?”

He moves to grab your hands and you give him a mildly disgusted look before letting him have them.

“You’re nasty right now,” you grumble.

When he squeezes your hands you squeeze back though and he smiles at you, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Yes I know, but that only gives us a reason to shower together later.”

You smile at him and he makes a happy little sound before pulling you closer. He gets your  torso and the sports bra you're wearing stained with oil.

“You’re horrible.”

“Oh I know, but here me out. I’m already prepared for this shit,” he circles his hands around your waist and kisses you on your forehead as you huddle close. “Everyone always thinks it's okay to fuck with my people and since you’re my people now I’ll deal with it.”

Your body presses lightly into his arc reactor as you wrap your arms around him in turn. Your fingers tap a rhythm against his spine.

“I’m gathering you have a plan?”

Tony scoffs.

“Oh honey, of course I have a plan. Let’s just be glad the Mags haven’t taken it too far yet.”

“And if they do?”

“Then a lot of people are gonna be in need of a job, and mysteriously finding themselves lacking in other opportunities in the entertainment industry.”

“That is a gross misuse of your power, Mr. Stark,” you move in with a smile.

Tony meets you halfway and you both exchange a quick kiss.

“Yes, but if they’re racist it really won’t be much of a loss.”

“Well the next person that calls me a Jezebel isn’t getting my sympathy.”

“Then we’re in agreement?”

You kiss Tony again, “Very much so.”

When you move away you start pulling him towards his personal elevator with you.

“Now cash in that shower.”

NOTES: Short and sweet.

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Natasha: I’m trapped.

Tony: Just push Y/N off your lap. They won’t wake up.

Natasha: Absolutely not. I’m not a monster.

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Replaced | Part 1 | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader, and Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Story warnings: heart disease/failure, loss of a parent, absent father.

Story summary: Your father, Tony Stark, has been rather absent in the recent years of your life. What will happen when you show up at the Avengers Compound after you lose your mom?

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 2.5K Part 1 | Part 2

Your parents split up when you were just two years old, therefore you didn't even remember them together. You've lived with just your mom ever since. At first you spend every summer at your dad's, but ever since he became Iron Man, that stopped. Your dad had claimed to not have enough time on his hands to keep you safe. 

It's been about ten years since you've had sleepovers at your dad's in the summer. You had seen him every few months to catch up over dinner, but much more than that you hadn't seen of your dad. It sucks, because he was your dad and you want him in your life, but over the years it started to get more and more clear to you that being an entrepreneur and superhero was more important to him than being a father. 

Over those years your mom had been your biggest form of support, she was always there for you and your needs. She was your mom and best friend in one, you could share everything with her. Sure, your dad made sure you and your mom had the money to live a good life, and so that your mom was able to keep her local book store running instead of having to get a better paying job. You were very grateful for that, because your mom absolutely loved that store. On your eighteenth birthday your mom asked you if you wanted to be the co-owner of the store. You had been working there as a side job ever since you started college. You were grateful for her offer, and gladly accepted it. 

At college you studied business, something that clearly runs in the family. Everything you’ve learned in class, you got to put to use at the store. Once you were done with college, your mom had taught you about every aspect of the store, unbeknownst to you, making you ready to take over one day. It happened suddenly, one day everything was good, and the next day you were in an ambulance because your mother had collapsed. After hours of testing the doctor let you know that something was wrong with her heart. At first medication was enough to help your mom get through the day, but when those stopped working, she had to have surgery. She stayed at the hospital for a while to monitor everything. You spend as much time as you could by her side, while also keeping the store running. It was mentally and physically draining, but the store was your mom’s pride and joy, and you had every intention to keep it running for her. She got a bit better after the surgery, but gradually over the months she was declining in her health once again. 

She ended up in the hospital once again, this time she was on 24-hour watches. When the doctors informed you that there wasn’t anything they could do for her anymore, you started talking about a DNR. Your mom had a long talk with you, stating that she left everything to you in the will. “Sweetheart, I know you have big dreams and I want you to follow them all. Please don’t let keeping the store get in the way of that. I love you, and I want you to live your life for you, okay sweetheart?” That evening you had cried in her arms as she signed the DNR form. 

Your mom was in the hospital for another week when the day you had been dreading came. The day you got the call from the doctors saying that your mom wasn’t going to make it to the end of the day. You closed down the store and rushed to the hospital, wanting to spend her last moments together. The rest of the day you spent by her side, holding her hand, and telling her your favorite memories together. You had balled your eyes out as the heart monitor's beeping started slowing down, eventually dying down to a continuous beep. The doctor came in to turn off the machine, and sent his condolences your way, before leaving you to say your last goodbyes. 

You didn't know where to go when you left the hospital, walking around aimlessly, until you found yourself at the Avengers Compound. You decided to ring the doorbell, since your subconscious led you here and you really needed to rehydrate. A woman's voice sounded over the intercom, "Avengers Compound, who is it?" You quickly wiped your tears as you saw a camera was pointing at your face, "Ehm, I'm Y/n Stark, I'm here to see my dad." 

The voice stayed quiet for a moment, "Very funny, do you have ID to prove that?" You reached into your pocket and held your ID up to the camera. “One moment, I’ll be right with you.” A minute later the door was opened by the woman you knew from the news as Black Widow. “Hi, I’m Natasha. Sorry about that, you don’t want to know how many kids come up here claiming to be one of our kids, in hopes they can enter the building.” With a small voice you replied, “It’s okay. Is he here?” Natasha shook her head, “No, but I’ll let him know you’re here. Come on, I’ll walk you to the common room.” She led you to the couch and offered you a drink. 

While Natasha walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, all the emotions that came with losing your mom came to the service. You put your feet up on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest. Your head leaning on your knees as tears start streaming down your face once again. Natasha walks back into the common room with the glass of water and notices your state, she takes a seat next to you on the couch. “Hey, what’s wrong? I know we just met, but no one should go through these kinds of emotions alone. May I hug you?” Without saying anything, you lean into Natasha. She was right, you had just met her, but you really needed the comfort. You felt Natasha’s arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you tight. “My mom.” You say with a shaky voice, “I just lost my mom.” You cry out. Natasha moves one of her hands to rub small circles on your back. Natasha knew what loss was and felt for the stranger in her arms. She wanted to bring you comfort, the way she wished she had gotten.

It wasn’t until later in the day, when you had calmed down, met some of the other Avengers, and settled down on the couch watching a movie with them that your dad got home. He didn’t even notice you there, so Natasha spoke up. “Tony, did you get my messages?” She said while moving her eyes between him and you. That’s when his eyes fell on you, “Oh, y/n, hi. What are you doing here?” It felt kind of awkward to be in the same room as your dad and it not being a restaurant. “Mom, she. She passed away earlier today.” You wipe away the tear that fell down your face quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n.” His phone rang before the conversation could continue, “I have to take this.” He stood up and walked away. Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “Come on, I’ll get a room ready for you, and you can stay the night.”

You didn't sleep much that night, but who could blame you. Your mom just died, and your dad seemed to not give a shit about it or you. Reluctantly you got out of bed and put on the clothes Natasha laid out for you. Making your way to the kitchen, you were hoping that your dad would be there for you. Once you got to the kitchen though, your dad was getting ready to leave. "Ah good morning, y/n. I've got to pick up the kid, I'll be back later." And once again he was out the door. 

Sitting down at the counter you stare blankly ahead of yourself. Wanda and Natasha find you in the kitchen after their morning work out. Wanda is the first to sense that something is wrong and approaches you. "Hey, y/n, how are you holding up?" Wanda had experienced her own loss with her parents and brother, all those feelings came back to the moment she heard that you had lost your mom. "Who's 'the kid' my dad is referring to?" Wanda takes no time in answering your question, only making you believe that your dad calls this person ‘kid’ all the time. "Peter Parker, or as you probably know him, Spider-Man." You divert your eyes once more. Moments later Natasha places a plate of food in front of you, "I'm no chef, but I hope it's good." 

You all ate in silence, you were grateful for their comfort. "Hey, is there any way either one of you can bring me to the hospital? I need to figure out some things and sign some papers. I was going to ask my dad, but he's too busy." They both agreed to come with you, and even went into the hospital with you. You reached for Natasha's hand as the doctor spoke to you about the next steps. 

After filling out all the necessary forms the doctor sent you on your way, since it had been a couple hours and it was around lunchtime now you asked the women, "Do you want to grab a quick bite? As a thank you for both of your support today." Wanda checks the time before saying, “I’m sorry, I’d love to, but I have to head back. I’ve got a few meetings this afternoon.” You look over to Natasha. "Yeah, let's do it. Only because I'm hungry though, not because you need to do this to thank us, I was happy to go with you." You both hugged Wanda goodby and headed to a nearby restaurant.

During lunch you spend the time getting to know each other better. She told you about her hobbies and what it was like to be an Avenger and you told her about your hobbies and the bookstore. "I have the rest of the day off, if you want to go by the store and make sure everything is settled there, since you left in a hurry yesterday." Natasha offered. "Are you sure? I'd really like that, but only if it's not too much trouble." Of course, it was no trouble at all, Natasha was enjoying getting to know you better. 

At the store you spend some time on putting the money in the safe, which in your haste you didn’t even do, and some paperwork. Natasha was walking around the shop while you were finishing up. “It’s a wonderful place, y/n. You and your mom did an incredible job, I’m sure she is so proud of you for wanting to keep the store running.” You thanked her for her kindness before printing out a sign saying you would be closed for the next week.

Walking out of the store you got the sinking feeling that you were going to go home to an empty house. “Do you think I can stay at the Compound for another night?” You ask Natasha shyly. “Yeah, of course, do you want to grab some clothes before heading back?” At your front door you freeze with the keys in your hand, unable to unlock the door. “May I?” Natasha asks softly. You hand her the key and she opens the door for you. She takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know she’s there with you. After grabbing some clothes you make your way back to the Compound.

When you arrived back at the compound, you heard laughter coming from the common room. You recognized one of the voices to be the one of your dad, so you walked in. “Oh hey, kid, meet my daughter y/n.” Tony introduces you. “Y/n, this is Peter.” It was painful this morning hearing that your dad called another person ‘kid’, a nickname he used to call you, but the sight of this broke you even more. You turned on your heels and walked in the opposite direction. To your surprise your dad called after you, “Y/n, don’t leave.” That snaps something in you. “Don’t leave?” You ask, raising your voice slightly. “Isn’t that exactly like you did? You left me because you didn’t have time to keep me safe, and now I see you’ve just replaced me with another kid that you took under your wing. Why can you take care of him, but not of me?” Tony stood up. “Peter is different, he has powers, he can protect himself.” 

“That’s bullshit, Natasha doesn’t have powers and she’s an Avenger, she can protect herself. And what about Clint, Yelena and Kate? Not to mention you yourself. They can all protect themselves. All you had to do was teach me how to protect myself, but instead you left.” You didn’t wait for a response and continued walking toward the room Natasha had let you stay in. “What was that all about?” Tony asks Natasha. “Man, I knew you could be oblivious, but seriously? She just lost her mom, the only person she has had to depend on. Wanda and I went to the hospital with her today to make arrangements, because you were too busy talking with Peter.” She turned to Peter, “No offense, Spider-Boy.” And with that Natasha followed you to the room. 

“I’m so sorry about him.” She said as she walked into your room. You shrugged, “It’s fine, I don’t know why I expected more.” Natasha said down on the bed next to you. “Want to watch a movie, to get your mind off of everything?” You lifted the blanket for her to join you. About fifteen minutes into the movie, you lean into Natasha, Without a word, she wraps her arm around your shoulder. Not long after your eyes closed and you slept for the first time in weeks. 

Your dad might not be there for you the way you wanted him to be, but you were glad you came here and got to meet Natasha. From the first time on that couch in the common room, you had felt a connection with her, a connection that had only grown stronger over the hours that you had known her. A connection that you knew was only going to continue growing.

Part 2

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Merry Christmas

Summary: It’s the most wonderful time of the year. You and Natasha are off to the annual Stark Christmas Party. Little does the team know that a special surprise awaits them.

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is part 2 to Happy Thanksgiving! I recommend reading it first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. I hope you enjoy!

“Be down in a minute, malyshka!” Natasha called from your bedroom. 

You were standing in the kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar topped with chocolate sauce. A “homemade Reese’s” you dubbed it. Your first pregnancy craving that had Nat popping down to the corner grocery store at 2 am for the dynamic duo of ingredients. 

“No worries, love!” Already dressed for Tony’s annual Christmas party at the compound. Clad in a green Sequin-Lace Halter Twist-Neck Jumpsuit, your baby bump beginning to show. 

The click of Natasha’s high heels signaled her arrival a few moments later in a sleek long-sleeved red scoop-back midi dress that hugged her in all the right places. 

“Wow, Nat. You look beautiful. Red is most definitely your color.” 

“So you prefer it over the black,” she smirked as she put on her earrings.

“I didn’t say that now, did I,” with a wink.

“The baby enjoying its homemade Reese’s?” grabbing her clutch. 

“Very much! I was thinking,” Putting away the chocolate and peanut butter. “Tomorrow we could make fudge!”

“Ah, because the baby has such a sweet tooth?” 

“Yes,” you giggled.

“Well, whatever the baby wants, I suppose,” wrapping her arms around you in a loving embrace before leaning down and kissing your stomach.

“You ready to drop the baby bombshell tonight?” Patting the top of Nat’s head. 

“Yes, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous,” sighing as she stood up. These are the same people who freaked out when they found out Clint had a family. How are they going to handle this?”

“Like the amazing aunts and uncles they were meant to be,” grabbing Natasha’s hand. “Plus, I think announcing it with the Christmas crackers is a cute idea.”

“I hope so,” placing a soft kiss against your lips. 

“Frankly, I’m more surprised Yelena hasn’t blabbed yet.” 

“Oh, that’s because I warned her if she told anyone I would make her run with me every morning at 5 am until the baby is born.”

“Well played,” high-fiving your wife. 

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Now come on, let’s go get our holiday cheer on.” 

*^~^*

The drive to the compound was even more beautiful during the holidays. A light snow fell as you passed house after house dressed in beautiful Christmas lights. Natasha placed her right hand on the center console. You softly intertwined your fingers with hers and placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. 

You are greeted by a rush of warm air upon entering the compound lobby. Natasha shook the delicate snowflakes out of your hair and off your coat. You both step onto the elevator and are welcomed by the soothing voice of FRIDAY. 

“Merry Christmas, ladies. Welcome to the annual Stark Christmas party.” 

“Merry Christmas, FRIDAY. How’s the party so far?” You asked as the hum the elevator carried you up to living quarters.

“The party is in full swing. Mr. Stark is currently treating guests to a medley of Christmas carols.

“Of course he is,” you giggled.

“You know, he only plays that baby grand piano when he gets a bit tipsy,” Nat said. “When we got home from our month-long undercover mission in Romania, he celebrated on the jet and then made us all listen to his rendition of Dancing Queen.”

“Aww, and I missed it!” Feigning disappointment.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to joyous noise and laughter. An abundance of greens, reds, gold, and silver flashing here and there, adding opulence and brightness. Classic poinsettias tied in tradition, and shiny bows and foiled paper glistened under the 12-foot tall Noble Fir Christmas tree, inviting their recipients to sneak one open before the actual day.

“Hey, the Romanoff’s are finally here!” Clint exclaimed as his kids rushed over to both of you.

Nate jumped into your wife’s arms as you hugged Lila and Cooper. It seemed like every time you saw the Barton kids they had grown a bit more. It was thanks to Banner and Cho that you were carrying a child that would be half yours and half Natasha’s. Looking at Clint and Laura’s kids and how they resembled their parents, you couldn’t wait to see what features your little plum would inherit from each of you. 

“How’s my little namesake?” Kissing Nathaniel’s cheek. Have you been practicing the punch and kick combinations I taught you?”

“Practicing the what?” Laura asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing,” Natasha smirked as Nate giggled. 

“You two look great, I love the green and red thing you’ve got going on,” Clint said.

“Thank you. Lovely Christmas sweater by the way. I especially love Rudolph’s glowing nose.” you pointed.

“Hey, the Barton’s are the cream of the crop when it comes to ugly Christmas sweaters.”

“Clearly,” Nat teased.

“I’ll take your coats,” Cooper offered.

“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” you winked at Laura as you handed him yours and Natasha’s pea coats. 

You scanned the room and noticed Wanda putting the finishing touches on trays of Christmas cookies. You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder and motioned toward the kitchen. She gave you a quick nod as you meandered over to the counter. 

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda… what do we have here?”

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” wrapping you in one of her signature hugs that you loved so much. “This is my parents’ Christmas cookie recipe,” she proudly declared. “I convinced Tony and Pepper to let me handle the desserts this year. So, we’ve got cookies, the Viennese torte is in the fridge and the pumpkin pie is cooling.” 

“Wow, you have been busy,” you smiled. “Anything I can do to help?” 

“Yes, you can take a cookie and go mingle. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” handing you a charming little cookie decorated like Santa. You took a bite and couldn’t believe it. It was the best cookie you had ever tasted.

“Mhmm, Wanda! This is amazing.”

“That is why I will always vouch for homemade over store bought goodies. Now seriously, go mingle,” shooing you away.

You turned back around to see your wife sitting by the fireplace talking to Steve, champagne in hand. As you started to across the room you were intercepted by a festively-dressed Kate and Lucky.

“Y/N! Hey, oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?” 

“I’m good! I see you and Lucky are enjoying the party,” petting the Golden Retriever.

“Absolutely, say hello to Santa Paws and Mrs. Claus!” Kate exclaimed. Unfortunately, we’ve lost Yelena. She’s our elf,” glancing around the room.

“Wait, Yelena’s dressed as an elf?” Eyes wide. “Oh, that’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, if you see her will you send her our way? We’re supposed to be taking the photo for our holiday card tonight.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” you smirked with a hand on Kate’s shoulder.

You bid the young archer and pooch farewell and rejoined your wife.

“Hey, deka,” Wrapping her arm around your waste. 

“Y/N, I was just telling your wife that she needs to find her holiday spirit and come Christmas caroling with us next week,” Steve said.

“Natasha singing? I’m not sure that would be good for community morale,” you joked 

“Says the woman who performs one woman tributes to Harry Styles in the shower?” Nat giggled.

“Hey, my rendition of Sign of the Times is highly praised, I’ll have you know.”

Tony and Pepper join your little huddle with Morgan in tow.

“Romanoffs! You have to try this Hot Buttered Rum,” Tony remarked.

“Oh, I love Hot Buttered Rum, but I think I’ll stick with sparkling cider tonight,” you said “Nat would probably love some though, right, love?” 

“Sure,” grabbing the glass from Tony’s hand as Steve looked back at you curiously.

You peered down at Morgan who was sitting on the ottoman next to the fireplace. Ever since you found out you were pregnant you were drawn to children like never before.  

“Hi, sweetheart! You look so pretty tonight,” kneeling down to the little girl’s level.

“Thank you, Aunt Y/N,” she grinned.

“Are you excited for Christmas? You are clearly at the top of Santa’s nice list this year.”

“Really?!” Morgan squealed.

“Oh, absolutely, I have a feeling the man in red is going to be very good to you this year,” you winked. 

“Did you hear that Daddy? Aunt Y/N said that I’m on the top of the nice list!”

“I sure did, squirt. I didn’t realize Aunt Y/N was so tight with St. Nick,” eyeing you coyly.

“Oh yeah, we’re on a first name basis. I’m surprised you’re not?” Smirking at the billionaire. You loved Tony like a brother, but you enjoyed giving him crap.

“Trust me, Mrs. Romanoff, I’m much closer to Santa than you are.”

“Really, do you have a direct line to the North Pole?”

“Are you having milk and cookies flown in from Holland? Because you know those are his favorite,” raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ooookay, that’s enough,” your wife placing hands on your shoulders from behind. “You both know Santa. You both have giant egos. Merry Christmas,” Nat mocked. Come on Tony, let’s go grab some hors d'oeuvrs for our better halves. I’ll be right back, detka,” leading the billionaire toward the kitchen. 

You couldn’t help but admire Natasha as she walked away. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at you with all the love in the world. You just about melted right there in front of the fireplace. Snapping out of your love daze, you noticed Pepper grinning at you.

“What?” 

“Oh, nothing. I just can’t help but notice how glowing you look tonight,” as Morgan pulled her away towards Clint’s kids and Steve strolled away to join Bucky in conversation with Rhodes. 

“Pssst… Pssst!” 

You turned around just as a styrofoam snowball was about to hit you in face. You caught it in one swift motion. 

“Nice catch,” a Russian voice said.

“Yelena, where are you?” Glancing around not seeing your sister-in-law.

“Over here,” poking her head out from the behind the seven-foot snowman next to the pool table.

“Oh, now don’t you look adorable as an elf,” you giggled.

“If you weren’t pregnant with my niece or nephew you would be hanging upside down from the rafters right now.” 

“You know Kate and Lucky are looking for you, right?” 

“Why do you think I’m hiding behind the giant snowman? Kate Bishop forced me to dress in this saccharin American Christmas costume and now she wants photographic evidence of it.” 

“Because she loves you, silly,” your arms crossed over your chest.

“Detka, it’s time for dinner. Let’s go—“Natasha stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her sister. “Oh my God,” she burst into laughter. 

“Tred carefully, sestra,” Yelena threatened. 

“No, I love it. I think this qualifies as new mission suit attire,” poking the bell dangling from her elf hat. “Maybe you can get Stark to upgrade this outfit with Widow Bites.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Yelena sneered.

“Come on you adorable elf, it’s time for dinner,” placing an arm around your best friend’s shoulder.

*^~^*

You took your seat next to your wife at the Astoria Grand Giovani dining table. Natasha quietly squeezed your hand. You looked over with a shy smile and a festive blush on your cheeks. 

Pepper stood up from her seat next to Tony at the head of the table. “Before we enjoy this lovely holiday feast, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how grateful we are that you’re all here,” grasping Tony’s hand. “Everyone in this room knows how precious life is and we don’t take a moment of it for granted. We love you and Merry Christmas.”

“Here, here!” Thor declared a couple seats down from you as glasses clinked around the table. 

A traditional Christmas dinner soon filled your plate. Roasted turkey with all the trimmings. Home baked bread, mashed potatoes and garden veggies gently roasted, drizzled in balsamic vinegar. The group drank, were merry, and told the most terrible of jokes.

Pregnancy mood swings were becoming commonplace and as the dinner wore on, you suddenly found yourself overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of your extended family enjoying the holiday season together. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Carol looked at you with concern in her eyes from across the table.

“Oh, yeah” dabbing at the corner of your eyes with your napkin. “I’m fine.”

“The holidays always make her a bit emotional,” Natasha offered laying her head comfortingly on your shoulder.

After dinner you helped Wanda serve the desserts. The Christmas cookies took their place in the center of the table, flanked by the Viennese torte and the pumpkin pie. Coffee and dessert wine circulated around the table. 

The group of full bellies and ever so slightly sleepy eyes then made their way to the living room to relax. Christmas music softly enveloped the room as the kids were discussing what they hoped Santa was going to bring them this year. 

“Okay, Kate Bishop. Let’s get this picture over with. I want to put on my pajamas,” Yelena announced as she stood from the sofa.

“Yay!! Okay, don’t move. Lucky! Here boy,” calling the dog who promptly romped over. “Vision, can you take the picture?”

“Of course Ms. Bishop.” Taking the Canon EOS R-50 from the archer. 

“It is customary to say cheese before a picture, but since it is Christmas time perhaps you should say mistletoe?” 

“Just take the picture,” Yelena deadpanned

“Mistletoe!” Kate yelled. 

“We’re going to get one of these cards right?” Looking at your wife. 

“I had Kate put us down for two,” she smirked.

*^~^*

As night fell, you rested your weary head on Nat’s lap as she ran her fingers through your hair. 

Natasha looked at her watch. “You ready to drop the baby bomb?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll get the Christmas crackers,” rising from the sofa.

“Umm, everyone. Y/N and I have a special gift for you all,” your wife announced nervously as you passed out the gold and silver novelties to the team. 

“Christmas crackers? I have to be honest, I was hoping for something a bit more extravagant… Oww!” Tony whined, as Pepper pinching him on the arm. 

You smiled with nervous anticipation as you reached for Natasha. The snap of the festive crackers echoed across the room. Clint was the first to reach inside and remove the tiny gift. A small round ceramic white ornament tied to a red ribbon appeared in his hand. Lila, Cooper, and Nate huddled around their dad to get a glimpse as Clint read the inscription.

“Uncle Clint?” Looking up at Natasha in shock.

“No way!” Sam shouted.

Wanda, Carol, and Kate all screamed at the sight of their own ornaments. Their names adorned with the title of Aunt.

“This is joyous news!” Thor crowed. 

Pepper got up immediately and embraced you in a warm hug as Laura did the same with Natasha. 

“How far along are you?” Wanda asked.

“Almost three months,” Yelena cut in.

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Kate shouted; slapping her girlfriend on the arm.

“Because I want to sleep in!”

“I’m so happy for you, Nat,” Steve kissing her on the cheek. 

Bucky wrapped his arms around you with a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You ready to be Uncle Bucky?” Your eyes meeting his gaze.

“Oh God,” his face like a deer in the headlights.

“You’ll be great, Buck,” you giggled. 

Bruce and Helen embraced Natasha in a tandem hug.

“I’m so relieved everyone knows,” Helen said turning to you. “Now we can openly discuss your pregnancy. Have you been continuing with your prenatal vitamins?”

And remember, you have an appointment on Friday,” Bruce interjected.

“Yes and yes,” you said as Natasha placed a soft kiss to your cheek and then another to your belly. 

Tony walked up to you with that signature smirk on his face. You mentally prepared yourself for a signature Stark one-liner or some stupid joke. Instead, he took you by surprise when he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Congratulations, Romanoff. Looks like you do know Santa best.” 

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*on a carnival*

steve: aren't you worried that your wife might get lost?

nat, shrugs: no, she's already old enough, she knows her way through.

bucky, scoffs: she's literally a child who loves to play pranks!

tony, gasps as he agrees: and hacks onto my systems to cause some trouble!

bestie wanda, having a corndog: nat, can you get y/n? i got her some snack!

nat, nodding: sure, hold on..

natasha goes on her tippy toes to look for the red balloon that she hanged on your wrist to easily find you in times like this: gotcha, baby!

steve and tony, smirking: old enough, huh?

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