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justyouraverage-simp · 10 months
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call me dad// tony stark
pairing: dad!tony stark x daughter!reader
warnings: mentions of injury, death of a parent, mentions of abortion, time jumps, shitty ending
summary: when tony first met his daughter she wanted nothing to do with him but when she thought she lost him she realises just how much he means to her
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Being the child of a single parent is hard. But losing that parent is even harder. But what is even harder is finding out that the person you now have to live with is the one person who couldn’t have cared less about you in the past 15 years of your life. 
This is what happened to Y/N after her mother died. It was hard for her losing her mother but it was even harder when her case worker told her she would be living with her father over her grandparents as they believed they were not suitable to raise a child due to their age and health. Y/N had never met her father, she only knew about him because her mother would tell her stories of how they met and how everything was before his parents died, she would also use him as an example to her daughter on how to not be treated by a man, to show her daughter you can be successful and raise a child. 
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Tony was stood in the living room at Stark Tower looking at the folder he had been given by Coulson when his phone rang.
“Hello”
“Hi, is this Mr Stark?”
“It is? Can I ask who’s calling”
“Of course, my name is Tia. I’m calling from Child Protective Services, it’s regarding your daughter”
“Umm, I think you have the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter” Hearing the word daughter caught Tony off guard, he doesn’t have a daughter there is no way he could. 
“Well do you know a Miss Stephanie Taylor?” That name. He hadn’t heard that name in over 15 years, of course he thought about her on occasion but not since Pepper. 
“Umm yes, why is she relevant”
“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this Mr Stark but she passed away a few days ago and she has a daughter”
Tony was shocked to hear she had passed, but why was CPS telling him this. To say he was confused was an understatement. 
“I’m sorry but why are you telling me this I haven’t spoken to Stephanie for over 15 years”
“That’s the thing, she has a 15 year old daughter”
As soon as Tony heard those words he almost fell over, immediately he knew why they were telling him this but none of it made sense how the hell does he have a child…
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“It’s only me honey” Tony called entering Stephanie’s flat that he had a key too. 
As Tony walked through the flat he was confused, normally as soon as he walks through the door he is being jumped on by his girlfriend but this time there was no sign of her. 
“Honey, where are you”
“I’m in the bathroom” He heard a small voice call out breaking slightly.
As he walked through to the bathroom the sound of sniffles and whimpers became slightly louder.
“Hey, what’s going on? What’s got my girl so upset” Tony said sitting next to Stephanie on the floor, causing her to rest her head on his shoulder.
“Tony, I’m pregnant” Stephanie said to him looking up at him slightly
“Oh, is that what’s got you all worked up, it’s going to be okay I promise”
“But I don’t think I want to keep it, we are too young, you’ve just lost your parents and we just aren’t ready”
“Breathe baby, it’s your body so you do whatever you need to do okay and I’ll be with you no matter what you choose” Tony said pressing a kiss against Stephanie’s forehead.
2 weeks later…
It had been 2 weeks since Stephanie had found out she was pregnant although she hadn’t decided what she was going to do about it. It’s such a big decision for the two of them. There was a part of Stephanie that wanted to keep the baby, she had always wanted a baby but just not right now, well it wasn’t planned to be right now. 
Stephanie walked into the party Tony had decided to throw for no reason but because he wanted a party which was very normal for him. Stephanie was wearing a deep red silk dress with a low back and a v-neck, and as she entered the room she was immediately looking for Tony. She needed to talk to him about their situation and it had to happen now she needed to get it off her chest. 
She turned the corner and saw Tony talking to a blonde women and before Stephanie could say anything he kissed the blonde. Stephanie felt sick, he was cheating.
She quickly left the party and rushed to the bedroom and packed her stuff up. She ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook she found a wrote this note on it:
Tony, 
I saw it all. I hope she makes you really happy, more than I could obviously. I’m leaving, I’m not going to sit back and watch as you convince her you love her more than anything in the world when I know for a fact you can’t love more than one person. Not really. That one person for you is you! 
Goodbye forever, 
Stephanie
//
Tony thought back to the moment he found the letter. He knew he screwed up badly but he also knew Stephanie and he knew she was stubborn and independent and there was no amount of words that could convince her to come back to him so he saved his breath and let her leave without a single word. 
He thought she had the abortion, she seemed so certain about it. If he had known about her he would have made more of an effort, actually been in Y/N’s life but instead she grew up without a dad and honestly it made her closer to her mum and grandparents because they stuck around but it also left her with some internal problems, it was hard for Y/N to trust people in case they would change so quickly just like her dad did and the thought of being alone scared her more than anything.
Tony agreed to take Y/N after the situation was explained by your case worker, it was either go with him or end up in the system and neither him or Pepper wanted that. She had agreed to help Tony raise Y/N and he wanted to be better, he felt lots of guilt already for not being around although he had known about Y/N for approximately 10 minutes but that was long enough. He had always said if he ever became a dad he would be more involved than his own father was but instead he was nowhere to be seen in Y/N’s life, it was almost as if she didn’t have a father at all. 
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6 months later…
It had been an adjustment for Y/N to have a dad but to have that dad be Tony Stark was a completely different experience. Granted he was trying to be there for Y/N but with the current situation with Loki he wasn’t overly present, leaving Y/N in the trusted hands of Pepper and Happy. 
Both Y/N and Pepper were on the jet on the way to DC when they saw on the news that there was an attack on New York and of course Tony was there. The tension in the jet was felt by everyone, something pulled at Y/N’s chest although she wasn’t sure why as she had no major feelings towards her father he was just her responsible adult, he wasn’t her father, her dad, nothing. Just another man, she hadn’t even called him dad yet. 
She felt her phone vibrate in her lap which pulled her attention away from the TV, when she saw Tony’s name lighting up her screen. 
“Hello” Y/N said, confused as he was supposedly fighting Loki and his army. 
“Hey kid, look I need you to listen to me okay. I don’t know how much time I have left” Tony said.
“Yeah, um okay” Y/N said walking to the end of the jet away from the noise and other people.
“I’m sorry for not being there for you, I always promised myself I would be better than my dad but I ended up being just like him if not worse. If I could go back and try and find your mum before it was too late I would in a heartbeat. I wish I could have been there for all your firsts. These past 6 months have been amazing, you are going to do amazing things I just know it. I love yo…” Tony said as the line began to crack, eventually losing all signal. 
“Tony, Tony…” 
// 
3 hours later…
No one knew what actually happened that day, whether Tony survived the fall or not; they just awaited the teams return at Shield Headquarters. Both Y/N and Pepper were sat waiting in one of the empty offices when a car pulled up outside, without even seeing who pulled up the flashing of cameras from the paparazzi stationed outside the building told the two of them the Avengers were back. 
Both Y/N and Pepper rushed down to the foyer to see if he was there but they couldn’t see him. How had she gone from having a mum, then no mum to having a dad then having no one all in the space of a few hours. A few tears began to fall slowly down her cheek until she heard his voice. 
“Did you miss me?” 
Y/N rushed into Tony’s arms without even a second thought. There was slight confusion on Tony’s face, what had happened for Y/N to go from wanting nothing to do with him to now hugging him and crying in his arms. 
“I love you dad” Y/N said quietly
Tony was gobsmacked. He never once expected to hear those words come out of her mouth but he loved it nonetheless. 
“God, I love you too kid” Tony said holding his daughter close for the first time feeling content for the first time in years.
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Tony Stark x F!Reader
Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."
Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.
Warnings: fluff.
Word Count: 1,741
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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.
Home.
It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.
“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”
“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”
“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”
You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”
“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”
“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”
There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”
How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”
“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”
“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”
“In the lab.”
“…Okay.”
***
A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.
“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”
He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.
“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”
“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.
“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”
Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”
“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”
“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.
Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”
“Accept what?”
“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”
As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”
Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”
“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”
Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.
“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”
***
“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.
The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”
“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”
“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”
“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”
“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.
“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”
You snorted a laugh.
“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”
“So, what’s your excuse now?”
Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”
Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”
You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”
Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.
You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”
He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”
“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”
He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”
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seikkoi · 8 months
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ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘᴛ.3 | tony stark x f!reader
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18+ minor dni
tw: nsfw, mild dubcon elements, rough sex, drunk sex, degradation, edging, choking, bruising, possessive behavior, reckless driving
word count: 2373
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“The way you fucking dress-letting anyone touch you when you’re out with me. That fucking bratty attitude. It’s like you know every little thing that sets me off. Really, I don’t know how I held back from you so long.” Tony’s rambling voice darkens in the same moment that he moves his fingers faster. Your eyes flutter-until you remember your driving, reaching down to grab Tony’s hand. Not to your surprise, it’s of little effect. With his other hand, he presses on your knee, forcing you to accelerate.  “Tony, stop , okay? I don’t want to crash.” Tony ignores you, pressing your knee further. “I take what I want, honey. You are no exception.”
Behave.
It echoed in your mind the moment it left Tony’s lips. Vowels continued to reverberate between your ears. At his instruction, you changed into a spare dress you kept in your office. You’d draped a cardigan overtop, hiding freshly-sore wrists. The implications for the evening followed you like a cloak back into that godforsaken elevator. This time, Tony presses the button for the garage instead of the lobby. This time, he’s with you, a step ahead and to your right in the cramped space. You find your spot against the wall once more, watching the muscles in his back.
Tony’s wordless- hands clasped in front of his body-calm. The time in the elevator is brief, but the entire time you’re terrified (hoping?) he’s going to repeat his antics. 
A breath comes to you once the doors ding open, revealing the cold concrete. You’ve seldom ventured down here at night, having to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights. 
Tony steps out and you follow without much thought. You do, however, wonder why he’s brought you here. The confusion only grows when you walk up a sleek black sports car. Happy always met you two outfront, and you’ve never seen Tony drive himself anywhere a day in his life.
Tony heads to the driver side as you stand by the hood, puzzled. When he produces a set of keys from his jacket, you have to bite back the urge to ask if he even k nows how to fucking drive. 
He gives the keys a teasing shake, before opening the driver side door and gesturing towards you.
“You can’t be serious,” you say, looking at Tony like he’s insane. It’s not the driving aspect that floors you. In fact, nearly the opposite. At first, you thought the choice in car was just another chance to mess with you. You weren’t much of an autophile, but you mistakenly mentioned your appreciation for this one car in particular to Tony not that long ago. 
You honestly thought he would’ve forgotten about your interest in driving it. Or, that he would have driven it himself just to tease you. Actually giving you the keys to your dream car? As per usual, nowhere on your radar. Fucking you, kissing you, then an extremely luxurious gift was even more out of order relationship progression to you, but you’re too bewildered to question it. 
Tony’s still waiting, rather patiently in fact. The look on your face is very much worth a little composure. 
“Very serious, come on,” he responds, with an upbeat tone. The echo returns, behave bouncing around like a grenade. 
And so, you do as you’re told. 
You drive, getting occasional directions from Tony in the passenger seat. You don't know how you’re doing it, knuckles white on the steering wheel and your boss’ eyes burning your skin. The city streetlights give fractured illumination to the car while you’re barely breathing. More nervous than you have been in years, your mind still can’t process the last twenty-four hours.
Eventually, the streets turn into highways, and you can breathe once more. A twinge of joy takes over, enamored by the roar of the engine. Unfortunately, it’s not long before you're suffocating again.
In the very last light of day, you notice your sleeves have ridden up, revealing what you wanted to forget. The reality of your day sinks in. You let him do this. Use you, break you down, then entice you with something he knew you wanted. You can’t turn your head, too afraid to see whatever look is painting Tony’s face. 
Your body tenses back up, which Tony notices. 
The asshole laughs at your tight grip. “What, ‘fraid of me or something?” 
You want to turn and glare, curse him, and ask why the fuck wouldn’t you be. He seems to read your mind, though, saving you a world of pain later.
“This is for you .” , he says, caressing your thigh with his hand. “I’m very rewarding.”
“So long as I behave ?” 
His touch is more electrifying than before, but you’re hesitant to give him any more satisfaction. You match his intonation, head focused on the road ahead. The rough hand drifts north, moving under your dress to the lace of your underwear.
“Precisely.” Tony teases a finger along your length, relishing in your reluctant tremble. “Not here for games, honey.”
“Why am I here?” You still can’t wrap your head about your boss, Tony Stark, wanting anything to do with you- much less punish you for your disloyalty. The hum of the car moves through your bones. You’re hoping your voice doesn’t show how worked up he’s already making you. 
The mission’s a failure once he moves past the lace barrier, properly touching you the way you craved. Tony learned last night what makes you submit to him, pressing hard against your clit to make you grip the wheel even tighter. 
He waits until your breath becomes shaky to answer. 
“You know, I really did try to leave you alone. For a long, long time.”  It comes out slow, with the heavy weight of a confession. It’s partially because he’s too focused on you- every gasps and twitch of your body. His fingers are too active for you to respond, ducking between your clit and your entrance in a sick dance. 
“You’re here because I’ve spent all these years trying not to ruin you.” You slow down, the foot pressed to the gas relaxing when you realize Tony isn’t going to stop. 
“-Ever since the first interview.”, he says.
Had he really wanted you then, since the first time you met? It reshapes everything to you, makes pent-up anger more desirable. You don’t have time to question before a finger slips inside.
“The way you fucking dress-letting anyone touch you when you’re out with me. That fucking bratty attitude. It’s like you know every little thing that sets me off. Really, I don’t know how I held back from you so long.”
Tony’s rambling voice darkens in the same moment that he moves his fingers faster. Your eyes flutter-until you remember your driving, reaching down to grab Tony’s hand.
Not to your surprise, it’s of little effect. With his other hand, he presses on your knee, forcing you to accelerate. 
“Tony, stop , okay? I don’t want to crash.”, you whine while he pushes in a second finger. 
Tony ignores you, pressing your knee further.
“I take what I want, honey. You are no exception.”
 -
By some godforsaken miracle, you manage not to cause a multi-vehicle collision. It’s at the added price of Tony’s hand between your legs. 
You become the embodiment of everything Tony wanted to see. He wanted to see you devoted, not just to his name, but to him. You’d done that five days a week for years- you just needed to not be a whore while you did.
You acted as his perfect reflection- careful with your attention. You seldom left his arm as the night carried on. You’d sweet talked investors all the same (under your boss’s watchful eye.) How you managed to persuade money out of other entrepreneurs pockets and into Tony’s felt criminal at times. The dedication you gave to your job was what drew him to you in the first place.
Even before you were hired, you rambled about how much good you do for Stark Industries- “ if only you give me a chance” 
They’re famous last words, because now he had you pinned to the wall again. 
Only this time, Tony’s kissing you softly, peppering down your neck while he praises your good behavior. “Excellent” and  “perfect” flow like a chant between pauses. His calloused hands run along your body, but without anger. He touches you like you’re fine art he’s scared to ruin. 
You’d driven back to the office after dinner- his idea. You half expected him to send you off, but he opened the driver’s side door instead. Wanting to still please him, you followed him up to his penthouse without a word. The second the door closed, Tony was on you.
It’s a sudden assault, the CEO’s lips sucking at your pulse point and running light hands across your body. He touches you as if it’s the first time- the right way, until you're barely able to hold yourself up from the stimulation.
You aren’t used to this from Tony- hell, you’re barely used to him at all. You think back to the elevator only a few yards away, how he took you, finishing inside you without question or doubt. It’s mind-splitting- the gentle passion and praise he afforded you now versus the angry lessons he instilled for the last day. How could he hurt you and still leave you this needy for more?
Tony pants as he pulls away, cupping your face. Your eyes flutter open to a pleased grin, Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist. His irises are covered in the same dark lust that sends a shudder through you, but this time you're given no pain- just the need to beg Tony to kiss you again.
The urge overwhelms you, leaning forward to try and capture his lips. Tony’s hand threads through your hair, pulling you slightly back with a soft tsk .
“So needy, are you?” There’s an edge in his voice, but his expression remains. 
“Yes.”, you whisper through gritted teeth. 
It’s a reality that you hate. You hated that he could indeed have anything he wanted, including you. He knew just where to touch, what to say, and where to hurt you. You followed damn near every command Tony gave because the fear of disappointing him was worse. That was the case even before the elevator. 
You felt lucky to even know him. Tony knew that meant he could make you his almost effortlessly. It didn’t take much to turn your dedication into something more. All you wanted was to please him. If that took a little punishment, so be it. Hearing his praise now was too addicting- you’d do nearly anything for it. 
Tony, aroused at your honesty, returns his mouth to yours with a hungry fervor. He trails his way back down your neck, hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress. 
The fabric pools at the floor while you try not to cry out when his mouth finds your nipple. Tony has a bigger mission, however, only biting at the sensitive flesh for a moment- continuing his path down your stomach, kneeling before you. 
It’s an overpowering sight- biting your lip as Tony kisses his way up your leg, his soft sighs filling your ears. 
You look down and meet Tony’s when he stops near the apex of your legs, fingers hooked in lace panties.
The hooked fingers remove your underwear, and Tony moves your right leg over his shoulder. Teasing kisses along your inner thigh follow-and you groan in response. Your hand reaches out, gripping at his opposite shoulder. You’d hope that would inspire him to just give you what you wanted already.
“I’m a very simple man.” He punctuates his sentence with another kiss to your inner thigh.
“I have no problem giving you the world, doll, as long as you earn it.” Tony looks up at your touch-starved face, wearing that same satisfied smile. 
“I will, I promise.” The words come out before you realize what you've said. It’s the truth all the same. 
The moment they do, however, Tony’s grin widens, leaning forward to finally reward you. 
His tongue darts along your length, darting up to swirl against your clit with each trip. The sudden pleasure sends you arching into him. As much as Tony wants to hold you in place and make you take everything he has to give, this is your reward after all. 
He moves in at an even pace, slow enough to let you feel every movement and moan escaping him. Your hand at his shoulder tightens, chest heaving and mouth stuck in an open gasp. Tony is precise, drawing intricate patterns with his tongue. His hands tighten on your hips at the sounds you make. You’re almost certain he’s enjoying this more than you.
He nearly is, relishing in how good you were for him, how good you’re being for him. Tony can’t decide what’s better, the way you sound or the way you taste. It’s hard for him not to lose himself in you, quickening his tongue and lapping at your entrance. Either way, he considers you beyond perfect in this moment. That’s true in any event, but the strain in his suit pants is biased.
“ Tony ,” you moan out, barely able to form another thought. Though, you're not sure what you’re begging for- he was already giving you more than you could ask for. 
Your moans become more feverish and shaky, your other hand coming to the brown locks below you. You knew he’d never let you control him, but the heat in your cunt was turning unbearable and you needed to touch him. 
Tony groans when he feels that you're close, the vibration running straight through you. He doesn’t relent, using the hands on your hips to bring you closer. His attention turns to your clit, grazing his teeth until you start to shudder against him once more. It doesn’t continue for long- stars flooding your vision while your thighs involuntarily try to jerk away. Tony forces you back, making you ride out your high on his tongue. All you can manage are a string of pleasure-ridden curses and cries of Tony’s name as he does. 
Once you are able to think clearly again, you notice Tony’s wet face and ever-present smile. Seeing him on his knees now was more overwhelming than earlier. When he meets your eyes, he swiftly slides a finger into your sensitive cunt, making you groan. You’re soaked, causing a filthy sound as he does. 
“T-Tony, what are yo-” Your question is cut off by a whimpering moan when the finger inside you curves upwards. 
“What, not so needy anymore?”, he taunts. 
You try to push his shoulders away, the stimulation near blinding. Tony, nowhere near finished you, shoves you back to the wall.
“You’re done when I say you are.” 
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chaotictasha · 1 year
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Incorrect quote#106
Y/n, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!
Tony *walks in covered with ink*: Well, maybe the squidward was being a dick.
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jackiequick · 6 months
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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC
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Liv Stark ⌚️
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Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega
Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central
Age range: 5-18
Height: 5’1
Relationship status: Single
Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent
Father: Anthony Stark
Godmother: Elizabeth Stark
Godfather: Jason Underwood
Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark
Step-mom: Pepper Potts
Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers
Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.
Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.
- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.
- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.
- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.
- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.
- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet). 
- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such. 
- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.
—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!
—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.
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Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.
Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!
Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.
In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).
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Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.
Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.
Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!
When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.
He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)
Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is
At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.
—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?
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She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.
As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”
When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.
Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.
Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.
Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.
Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.
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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫
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Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes 
Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,
Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin
Age range: 7–20
Height: 5’7
Relationship status: Single
Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson
Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin
Aunt: Sarah Wilson
Uncle: Steve Rogers
Sister: Laurie Wilson
Brother: Benjamin Barnes
Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.
Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.
- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.
- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.
- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.
- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.
—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.
- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”
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- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.
- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids
- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.
-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.
- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.
- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares. 
- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.
- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!” 
- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.
- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”
- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.
- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.
-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.
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Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.
Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.
Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.
The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.
It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.
As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.
Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.
Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.
Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.
Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.
Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.
Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.
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I hope you liked it and thank you for taking your time to read this!
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suspiciousspidey · 7 months
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Tony Stark Fic Recs
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A list of my favorite fics featuring Tony Stark, from tumblr and ao3.
Writers: If you'd like your fic removed from this list, please send me a message!
Reminder: As always, your media consumption is your responsibility. Please read the writers content warnings/tags! And, if you like their work? Spread some love to them!
Drunken Confessions by @larcenywrites
- Tony makes a drunken confession, and a conversation is had the next morning. The smut in this is so sO good.
BOTH Masterlists by @larcenywrites
- Just trust me. It's all good. You want to read it all.
- Author's Summary: "Soulmates AU - Sally Manners has spent her life avoiding the man whose name is etched on the inside of her thigh. Until suddenly she can't. No tie in with any other fics I've written. Tony/OC"
Cover You In Oil by Star_trekkin_across_theuniverse on ao3 (to read this one you must be logged into an ao3 account)
- This is SO GOOD. It's one of the first tony/oc fics I've ever read and it's one I do go back to.
Exile All The Longer by Darsynia on ao3 (also on Tumblr @darsynia)
- Author's Summary: "Tony lost Pepper in the Snap. What he gains, what EARTH gains, is a 'gift' from Thanos: Soulmates. Some say that the mad Titan used the stones to do this out of respect for Earth's role in his grand design, others say it's to make those left behind complacent, docile-- even grateful.
Tony isn't grateful. He's pissed. His Words are a cruel slap in the face, and the whole concept is bullshit. He spends a year doing right by the world with his company and then settles down to build his lake house. Tony falls for his smart, gorgeous architect as easy as breathing, all the while feeling self-righteous about the whole 'inevitability' of Soulmates. He's beat the system, fallen in love the old-fashioned way. All Tony has to do is get her to actually speak to him, instead of by text or email.
And then she does. She says his Words."
- YALL. THE SLOW BURN IN THIS?? Godly. It is SO GOOD. So detailed. The angst??? Whoooo buddy. This fic had me on the edge of my seat, biting my fist, it was that good. It had me by the throat and honestly it still does. I should probably be embarrassed of how many times I've reread it, but I'm not.
Two Wicks, One Flame by AmberSnapeBlack on ao3
- Author's Summary: "Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated.
What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?"
- SUCH A GOOD FIC. You can't help but root for Emma. There are real sweet parts but some real angsty ones too. Also, it was interesting to read a fic with Pep being a not-so-nice-guy.
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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year
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Sexcapades
Summary: you spend a night with Tony while your boyfriend's abroad.
Warnings: implied smut, implied cheating
Read Steve’s version here
“I shouldn’t be here,” his voice slurred next to yours as his fingers grazed against the bare skin of your hips, tickling you. The pair of you lay in your bed, legs entangled beneath the sheets of the darkness in your bedroom. “He’d murder is if he knew where I laid my head down when he wasn’t around.”
“You’re ruining the mood,” you giggled girlishly as you leaned over and planted a kiss to his mouth. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around you, holding your bare chest plush against his own. “You’re here because I want you here.”
His eyes searched your own as he pulled back to look at you, his blond hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head. “I really shouldn’t be here,” he sighs, caressing his fingertips against your bare shoulder. “But I don’t want to leave either.”
“Then stay the night,” you whisper to him, pushing up on the bed before swinging a leg across his waist and straddling his hips. He hissed as you gyrated your hips against his growing erection. “Relax and lets have fun for the night; we can forget about all of this in the morning when he comes home from abroad.”
“You’re the devil,” he hooked a finger in your panties before pulling them to the side and pushing his hips up for better friction. The pair of you moaned in unison before he flipped you on your back and kissed you deeply. “I’m gonna fuck the living hell out of your soul tonight.”
You moaned in responses as he started trailing kisses down your body, being careful to leave your skin mark-free
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skvlly-idk · 10 months
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Tony Stark x reader(?)!
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A/N: this is my first fic on tumblr so if there’s any errors or anything I apologize.
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Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.
Warnings: smut, hair pulling, choking, rough, biting
Pairings: Mdom!Tony x Fsub!Reader
18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.
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"What's up?" He asked me, continuing to work on another suit as I walked in the garage.
"Everyone else left so I decided to come chill with you. What are you doing?" I responded, noticing he grabbed a tiny rocket off the desk beside him.
"Putting a little rocket on it. See." He held it up closer, giving me a small toothy smile.
"I see," I laughed a bit.
He blew from his nose for a laugh. "Here come help me." His arm waved me over.
"I'm good, I don't wanna break anything."
He rolled his eyes, waving me over again. "Come on, I can fix it if you break it."
He handed me a metal piece when i walked over. Put it like this, right there." I fixed the piece to fit and put it where he pointed to.
"Like this?" I asked and put it in.
He hummed lightly in response. "Hey Jarvis?"
"Sir?" Jarvis replied.
"What's the percent on my suit?" He spoke as he walked away to the back for a second.
"56% sir."
I heard a groan in annoyance from the other room, causing me to laugh a little as I looked at the fidget he had on his desk, it was a little liquid motion bubbler.
"Alright, here." He walked back over to me, drawing my attention from the fidget.
He pulled out another piece, looking at me. "When you put it in, you're gonna want to press this button." He pointed to a little button on the side of the chest plate, "make sure you press it after placing it in. Okay?"
I nodded before he handed me the piece, I adjusted it to line up before placing it on, pressing the button on it immediately after. I watched as the suit pushed together more, locking in place so that tony could put the screws in it.
A few minutes passed and we finally finished it. "Thank you," he thanked me as he looked at the suit.
“Mhm” i hummed softly.
"Do you know when everyone's coming back?" He asked, drawing his attention to his computer.
"Nope. Steve told me they were going to help Fury with something. They asked me if I wanted to come but I declined." I answered, turning my attention to him as he leaned over his desk, typing something.
He nodded as my eyes lingered up and down his body. He was so oddly attractive to me.
"So this is what you do in the lab all day?" I asked, moving a bit closer to him.
He looked at me before returning to his computer. "Mostly yes, why?”
"That's kinda boring." I smiled a bit.
He shrugged. "I enjoy it," a laugh following behind.
I stared at his hands as he typed, feeling myself get aroused as I thought of everything he could.. never mind.
My hands closed together slightly as I watched his computer trying to figure out what he was doing.
"What do you want?" He asked, noticing me staring so intensely at the screen.
"Sorry," I cleared my throat. "I was trying to figure out what you were doing but I'll mind my business, an awkward smile appeared on my face as I grabbed my phone, unlocking it.
I watched him nod before shuffling towards me and reaching over me, grabbing something behind me. His body almost pressed up against mine.
"I can see you staring at me by the way." He whispered in my ear before moving back to his spot.
My thighs squeezed together as I felt myself get more aroused.
"I'll ask again, what do you want?" He spoke softly.
I moved closer to him before whispering, "I want you to fuck me, Mr Stark." I heard a quiet groan as he looked at the ground. He turned towards me, immediately attacking my lips. His hands rubbed up my thighs while he lifted me onto the desk.
He unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. I felt him grab the rim of my pants, pulling them down in a swift movement. My breath hitched when i felt his boner rub against my pussy, making me whimper a little.
Lips attacked my neck as he was eagerly trying to pull down his boxers. Getting them off finally; I felt him moving my underwear to the side, immediately pushing himself inside of me slowly as he started kissing my neck. I let out a small moan while he let me adjust.
"You alright?" He asked, making sure.
"Yes," I mumbled. “Please speed up."
I felt him smile against my neck before he sped up, pumping into me quickly, his hands gripping my hips roughly.
My eyes closed shut as he slammed into my body carelessly. I felt his nails dig into me, sending a bruising pain in that region.
He grunted, thrusting into me completely, staying deep inside for a second before speeding up again.
"Fuck." I shuddered, wrapping my arms around him, gripping his shirt.
He moaned into the crook of my neck as he slammed me into the table more, my back hit against the hard counter making me grunt in slight pain.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long." His lips inches away from my ear as he whispered, hitting my gspot with every thrust. He removed his face from my neck, making eye contact with me with his beautiful brown eyes. His voice rung through my ears, sending chills throughout my whole body. I moaned in response as he grabbed my hair, yanking it back, giving him easier access to my neck so he could attack it. He began leaving painful marks all over my neck, all while still fucking into me.
“Mine.” His teeth sunk into my skin, almost breaking skin but he didn’t. I let out a small yelp and gripped the front of his shirt as my walls clenched around him, cumming on his dick. He grunted, letting go of my hair while he continued, fucking me through my orgasm. His hand reached up and grabbed my neck firmly, pushing me onto the table a little more as he grunted.
"Fuck," I moaned out as much as i could before he pulled out of me quickly.
"I'm gonna cum." He whimpered. I dropped to the floor, immediately taking his dick in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, harshly shoving himself deeper into my throat. I tried my best to not gag as he twitched inside of my mouth, his cum spilling out, shooting down my throat.
He moaned as he thrusted one last time, before pulling out. A low groan came from him while he moved his jaw and looked away from me.
I swallowed before standing up, covering my lower body with my T-shirt.
He looked at me again right before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me towards his chest. "You alright?" He asked me, laying his head on mine.
"Yes," I replied into his shirt, feeling the metal piece in his chest poke my cheek slightly.
Tony and I got our clothes back on, still sitting in his lab with each other.
"So what now?" I asked, turning my head towards him as he sat in the chair. I stood in front of him with my hands intertwined.
"What do you want?" He asked, leaning back in his chair a bit.
"Well, I want us to have somewhat of a relationship.. otherwise that would be weird if we just fucked for nothing." I laughed awkwardly, receiving a small smile of amusement from him.
"I'd like that. Start off with dates?" He replied, looking at me.
I nodded. "That's a start," a smile spread across my face.
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avengerscompound · 5 months
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The Tower - Loki
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The Tower - Loki
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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2612
Warnings:  smut (MF, vaginal sex)
Synopsis:  Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor. 
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Takes place after Happily Ever After but references the past a lot.
Loki
It was a quiet day on Asgard.  The weather was mild, warm without being too hot, and had clear skies.  Thor was taking one of his unusual days off the throne, and Sam and Steve were taking his place.  Thor and I had taken Thour and Nova to the courtyard to play with the Vulparev.  They were toddling around, using their familiars to steady themselves as they explored the garden, and Thor and I sat on a rug watching them, me leaning up against Thor as he played with my hair.  We had a little picnic set up, with snacks and drinks for us and the kids, plus some treats for the Vulparev.
We hadn’t been outside very long when both the children squealed loudly and ran to the other side of the atrium.  Thor and I sat up to see what was happening just in time to see the twins slam into Loki’s legs.
“Yes, hello.  It is good to see you too,” he said, crouching down and holding his arms out.  The twins both clambered up on him like he was a tree and he stood, holding them both on his hips.
“Brother!” Thor boomed.  “It is good to see you on this fine day.  Where are you headed?”
Loki carried the babies over to us, the vulparev flanking him on either side.  When he saw us laying on the grass he shook his head and gave a small roll of his eyes. “Oh good, my favorite people,” he snarked.
“I hear the sarcasm, Loki, and I wonder who you’re trying to convince,” I teased.
He smirked and took a seat, plopping the two toddlers into his lap. “I’m not really going anywhere, brother,” he said.  “I was just walking.  Are you slacking today?”
Thor chuckled, refusing to take the bait.  “Steven and Samuel are on the throne today.  They are more than capable of running the kingdom.”
Loki tsked and rolled his eyes, but as he did Nova started to climb up onto him again and cuddled against his side.  Loki’s eyes softened and he gazed down at the little boy.  “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?”
I smiled as I gazed at them.  Loki had always been so good with the children.  Back when Riley and Pietro had been born, I’d been a little nervous about Loki meeting them.  I liked Loki back then, though I didn’t know them very well.  I knew Thor adored his sibling but I also knew that Loki had long-held resentments due to Odin’s treatment of them.  It had manifested into a fight for the throne that kept repeating itself, Thor being the chosen child to rule despite not wanting to, and Loki believing that Thor was a bad choice.  I’d worried that with Riley’s birth, that resentment would come to a head again because now Loki wouldn’t even be the next in line to rule after Thor.
When Loki had come to meet the twins it was the first time I’d ever seen her presenting as a woman.  She was so beautiful dressed in a green and gold gown and when Thor placed Pietro into her arms, all concerns that she’d ever be a risk to those children melted away immediately.  She looked so maternal with him in her arms.  Almost as if motherhood was part of her divinity.
“Hello, child,” she cooed.  “I’m your aunt.  You’re not always going to have an easy life.  Your sister is heir to a throne and she’s likely to be very powerful.  But don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.  I know what it’s like to have a sibling that is difficult to stand in the shadow of.  Perhaps I can teach you magic someday.  Would you like that?”
She flicked her fingers over Pietro’s head and green light danced on her fingertips.  Pietro cooed and reached for them, completely mesmerized by the light.
While Pietro was her favorite, she’d loved Riley just as strongly, and even though the twins didn’t get to see Loki constantly, it was enough that they soon learned that their aunt was often their uncle, and they were always excited when they visited.  Often when Thor returned home to us, after the twins had gotten their cuddles from their father, the first thing they asked was ‘Where’s Loki?”
Loki met Rebecca, Sarah, Rose, and Eddie at the same time.  This time he came and stayed with us at the tower for a few months.  He was so excited to meet the new clan, though Pietro was still the favored one.  We’d been a little worried about Loki staying for so long.  He did get bored easily and not everyone had fully forgiven Thor’s brother for his past transgressions.  Clint’s grudge in particular ran very deep.  I understood that - Loki had made Clint kill friends. People who he knew.  People who had family.
We had once again been proven wrong.  Not that Loki didn’t get bored and cause trouble.  He did.  A god of mischief has to mischief.  His pranks were all on the harmless side and mostly he was a blessing to have around.  He helped change diapers.  He would take Riley and Pietro to and from school.  The thing is, Loki is also the god of stories, and each night during that visit he would weave these amazing tales for Riley and Pietro that would even keep many of us adults enthralled.
I think by the time Billy was born, Loki was starting to think we were maybe breeding a little much.  He didn’t come down to visit right away, and in fact, he didn’t meet Billy until we brought the kids to Asgard when he was six months old.
Loki had met us on the Rainbow Bridge and after being set upon by Riley and Pietro, he came over to Wanda who was trying to soothe Billy after the trip through the Bifrost.
“Where is the new addition to the family?” he asked.
“He’s here,” Wanda said, showing Loki the little crying bundle in her arms.  Loki looked down at Riley and rolled his eyes.  “Your parents like making new Midgardians, don’t they?”
She giggled and nodded. “I got so many brothers and sisters,” she said.
“I thought having one brother was too many,” Loki said, making her break down into hysterical laughter.
He moved in closer to Billy and caressed a finger down his cheek.  “Oh, I know.  It’s a big scary universe and you’re just learning how big and scary it can be.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Wanda.  “He’s full of magic.  Do you feel that?”
She smiled and nodded.  “I can.  I might need your help teaching him.”
The corner of Loki’s lips twitched up for a moment and he tickled Billy’s tummy. “Well, little one, it sounds like we will be working together.  That will be fun won’t it?”
Loki was there when Tommy was born.  We had so many kids by that point that even with the nannies, we wanted to have a backup on delivery day.  She came down while Natasha was sleeping and was the first person who was not a part of the polycule.  She sat for so long just gazing down into Tommy’s eyes, and when Tommy’s tiny little hand closed around her finger, for a split second I was sure I saw her eyes prick with tears.
When we decided to have Mar, I think Loki thought we were all done.  He came to see us when Mar was just a few weeks old.  Looking back on it now, I wonder if Loki could sense something in them even back then.  Loki never referred to Mar as a girl or used the pronouns she or her.  It was always child and they/them.  Maybe there was something deep in Loki’s magic and identity that like recognized like.  Or maybe that’s just how Loki addressed all the children and I just didn’t notice with the others.  Either way, he was smitten once again, and once again, he had a nibbling that adored him.
Thor poured Loki a glass of wine and offered it to him.  “It is a rare day when we are both off.”
“It has been a while,” Loki agreed, waving away the glass.  I could see why.  His hands were full and there was no way he’d put down one of the children before they were ready.  “But do not think I plan to spend the day reminiscing with you about the good old days.”
“I would never dare,” Thor joked.
“God, how is it that all our children just adore you?” I asked as I watched the twins both start to settle and lay in against their uncle, looking like they were about to fall asleep.
“They do have good taste,” he said.
“So people that like you have good taste?” I asked.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Nice try, Elise,” he teased. “But I said that people that adore me have good taste.  Do you adore me, Elise?  Are you completely infatuated with me?”
I started giggling.  “Maybe?”
“Oh, do you hear that brother?  Your dear wife is completely smitten.  How hard it will be for me not to steal her away from you,” he teased.
Thor laughed loudly.  “That will be a shame.  But - at least she will be staying within the family.”
I lost it completely, leaning into Thor as I hid my face.  “Oh no, she seeks comfort in my brother for I have scorned her.  A tale worthy of the ages,” Loki teased, making me laugh even louder, my sides hurting.
“Do not worry, brother.  As soon as I bed her, I’ll have her forgetting all about you,” Thor joked.
Loki grimaced and shook his head. “I did not need to hear that,” Loki said.  “Be away with you both.”
“Hey! We were here first!” I argued.
“Yes, but I am currently covered in small sleeping children and you are not,” he said. “So you’ll need to leave.”
We didn’t move, obviously assuming it was part of the joke but Loki waved us away.  “I mean it.  I have these two.  I’ll bring them back when they wake.  Go and bed your wife.”
Thor titled his head.  “Are you sure?  We don’t mind keeping you company.”
He shook his head. “You know how I feel about company.  Go.  I’ll bring them back to you when they wake.”
I leaned over and kissed both Nova and Thour on the forehead.  “Thank you, Loki.”
“You can owe me a favor,” he teased.
“Oh gods,” I laughed as I stood with Thor, making Loki laugh as well.
I collected up Sanguine as Thor picked up Mjolnir and the two of us headed back into the palace.
“It feels a little strange to bed you at the whim of my brother,” Thor said as we strolled back to our living quarters.
“Is that going to stop you from doing it?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Oh norns, no,” he said. “We should take advantage of the moment while we have it.”
I laughed and leaned up and kissed him, and he took the opportunity to scoop me up into his arms.  I squealed and laughed as he carried me straight to our bedroom, climbing the stairs to our oversized bed and laying me down on the mattress.  Thor started to slowly undress as he looked down at me, pulling on different drawstrings and unclasping buckles.  I simply pulled on one tie and my gown fell open, the fabric spilling out around me.
He licked his lips as he threw his tunic aside, exposing his muscular chest.  I met his eyes and slowly ran my palm down my body and between my legs, fingering my clit as I looked up at him.  “Mmm that’s it, my life,” he purred. “Just like that.  Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I moaned and my head dropped back as I focused on the warm tingle that was slowly spreading through me from my cunt.  “Look at me, my queen.”
I opened my eyes.  He stood above me, watching me through darkened eyes.  He opened his pants and pushed them down.  His cock sprung up, thick and hard, pressing straight up against his belly.  He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly started pumping it.  A bead of precome formed on the head and I licked my lips, picturing how it must taste.
He sank to his knees and crawled up over me.  I spread my legs, welcoming him between them, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.
He slid the head of his cock up and down my slit.  It pulsed against my clit sending shivers through time, and I arched my back, trying to angle my hips so he’d push into me.
Thor was in no hurry. If the tip of his cock caught at my entrance he would pull back and slide past it, teasing my clit once more.  I whined needing, squirming under him.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.  “My poor needy lover. Am I taking too long?”
“Yes,” I whined.  “I want you inside me.”
He changed the angle of his hips and with one smooth stroke, he entered me. I moaned as my cunt stretched to take him, and I lifted my knees so he could go as deep as possible.
He didn’t give me time to adjust but he also didn’t rush things.  Each roll of his hips was slow and measured, so his cock dragged down the ridges of my cunt, and the base rubbed against my clit.  I kept trying to angle my hips so he would hit my g-spot, but he was just too big, it brushed past it, which sent shivers through me and was punctuated with a sting as he hit my cervix.
I wrapped myself around him and raked my nails down his back.  I couldn’t get enough of him.  I wanted him to touch all of me.  For our bodies to meld together.  I pulled him into another kiss.  It was deep and slow, matching the pace of Thor’s hips.  We were making love, even with the sting with each thrust, it was love-making at its best.
Pleasure spread through me like an electric current, making my skin prickle and my hair stand on end.  It felt like the current was passing between us, merging us into one.
I rolled my hips to meet his, arching my back, and moaning into his lips.  My orgasm built, coiling through me like a snake, starting at my toes and winding right up to the top of my head.  It tightened all at once and I seized up under him as my orgasm came crashing through me.
Thor continued to thrust, fucking me through my orgasm, and when his hit, he shoved in deep and pulled back, roaring as he released inside me.
He rolled, pulling me on top of him so he could stay inside me longer.  “How long do you think we have?” I asked.
He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair.  “I think he will give us just exactly as much time as we need. And then he’ll come in and make it seem as if he hated every second of it and that we owe him.”
I chuckled. “I mean, we kind of do.”
Thor laughed with me and rested his forehead against mine.  “Don’t let him know we know,” he whispered and we both collapsed, laughing together.
~ END ~
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beefromanoff · 6 months
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Dream Team
Tony Stark x OC (you)
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Gunfire exploded all around me. 
Tony and I were outnumbered twenty to one. In my experience, that’s the most fair odds these guys were going to get. We stood at the top of a massive wooden, spiral stairwell on a small landing. Bullets splintered the wood all around us, I felt tiny lacerations in my cheeks and the exposed skin on my arms. Gritting my teeth, I raised my arms and looked at Tony. He caught my eye and nodded. 
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He lifted his arms and a high pitched whine filled the air as he shot two light beams from the metal palms on his hands. I moved my fingers in the air, the light beams breaking from their straight path and following my guidance. The beams spiraled down the staircase, snaking through each of the gunmen one by one. They dropped like flies. It was almost too easy.
Once it had clicked that I could manipulate light and energy, just not create it, there was a general consensus that Tony and I would be paired for every mission possible. It just worked. 
We’d cleared the men out of our immediate line of sight, but experience taught me that didn’t mean anything. 
“Dozen more, about ten flights below, headed our way. Giddyup, kid.” Tony briefed me on the intelligence he undoubtedly just got from his suit. 
Just as I began to climb on the bannister, a small explosion rocked us backwards. I landed flat on my back on the hard ground, the wind fully knocked out of me. I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes, rolling to look for Tony. He’d been pushed back, but the thrusters on his boots kicked in and kept him upright. His helmet, however, had been blown completely off. Dark hair, tousled. Eyes, vaguely irritated. The only person I know who would look vaguely irritated after nearly getting their head blown off. He held a metal hand out to me, pulling me to my feet. 
Tony, Iron Man, flew over the bannister and hovered just below the railing. I boosted myself onto the railing and dropped onto his shoulders, my thighs on either side of his now exposed neck. We descended slowly down the middle of the staircase, both of our arms raised in preparation for attack. 
Both of us were on high alert, now having lost the luxury of FRIDAY in Tony’s ear. I could already hear Cap’s “I told you so” when we got back for the briefing. He was a huge proponent of self-sufficiency and not being reliant on technology. Most of the time we’d just give him shit because he was a tech-averse old man, but in this case, he was right. 
I closed my eyes and focused on the energy in the room. I felt my hearing perk up as I honed in on the sound waves around us. The hum of Tony’s suit. The sound of my heartbeat. The burning of the thrusters. The light shuffle of combat boots on sawdust. 
“Tony. Ten o’clock. Now.” 
He raised his hands and fired. Moving my hands fluidly, I sent the beam around the staircase below us, hearing satisfying yells as the men were all taken out. We descended more rapidly now that any cover was blown. I pulled my hands toward my body and spread my palms flat in the air, the blue beam of light coming close to us and flattening into a translucent shield. 
Tony fired a few more times from behind the shield, taking out any stragglers. When we approached the bottom of the staircase, I dropped my hands, letting the shield down. 
“I told you not to call me kid.” I knotted my fingers in Tony’s hair, conveniently right between my legs, and tugged. 
“Ow, okay, don’t take it out on my abnormally full head of hair.” His boots touched down gently on the ground. Instead of hopping off of his shoulders, I decided to have a little fun in honor of another successful mission. I pinched the tip of my glove between my teeth and slid my hand out. Reaching around to the front of his face, I cupped Tony’s jaw, stubble pricking the palm of my hand. My thumb ran along his lower lip, instantly relaxing when he felt my touch. I tugged down, parting his lips. His tongue slid over the tip of my thumb before gently biting down. 
“Having flashbacks, already?” He dropped his right shoulder, sliding me off and into a bridal style carry. 
“I was going to call it a vision of the future.” I brought my hand to my own mouth and licked the outline of my thumb. 
He let out a low whistle as he gently deposited me on my feet. Pressing a thumb to his ear, he spoke into our comms system. 
“Dream team, ready for extraction, make it snappy. I’ve got business waiting for me.” His eyes never left mine. 
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“Copy that, Mr. Stark. The Quinjet will be at the extraction point in t-30 seconds.”
We stepped outside the building just as the wind from the jet began to pick up. Leaves swirled around us and I held a hand up to cover my eyes from the dust. Trekking up the ramp, we were greeted with a familiar voice. 
“Excellent work, you two.” Nick Fury stood at the helm of the ship, Maria in the cockpit as our pilot. 
“Not that I don’t always love to see your face, Captain Hook, but why exactly are you here? I do recall inventing a groundbreaking software that made these things fully autonomous, say uh, last month.” Tony’s irritation was only mildly apparent as the suit disassembled around him. 
“Well, you see, it’s come to our attention that some members of the team, and I’m not gonna name names, can’t be trusted to be alone on a Quinjet without…Maria, what are the words I’m looking for?” 
“Without screwing each other’s brains out, sir.” She called from the cockpit. 
My cheeks flushed but I couldn’t help but grin. Tony raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, since when is it a crime to take care of my personal matters in my personal property? Also, correct me if I’m wrong,” He turned to me. “But, didn’t we just successfully collect all the intelligence we were sent in to get, with zero casualties and a total mission time of 47 minutes?” 
“46 minutes and 38 seconds.” I smirked, pulling two zip drives from the pouch on the side of my suit. 
“Mr. Stark, while we’re ever so grateful for your donation of the fleet,” Fury’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “They are, actually, SHIELD property. As with all SHIELD property, they are fully equipped with a comprehensive audio-visual system for security and training purposes. In other words, every single goddamn thing done or said in one of these is broadcast to our mission control and intelligence room and all 50 agents inside of it.” His voice had raised by the end of the sentence. 
I chewed on my lower lip to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tony, I could tell he felt equally as shameless. 
“Well, that would have been prudent to mention in the briefing.” 
“You think we have to tell any of the other Avengers not to fuck in the Quinjet?” Fury asked incredulously. 
“Cap and Barnes? Romanoff and Banner? I feel targeted, personally.” He strode over to the small fridge and tossed me a water. 
“Likewise,” I sat in one of the large bucket seats at the front of the jet. “I’m feeling very violated by my employer. I think I’m going to need to speak to human resources.” 
“Your concerns are very serious, why don’t you come to my office when we get back and we can address them expeditiously.” Tony sat across from me. 
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“I think that’s best.” I winked. 
“Good God almighty, you’re like motherfuckin’ rabbits. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, my ass.” Fury sat down next to Maria, who was failing to fight a grin. 
When we landed at the compound, I could feel eyes on Tony and I from every side as we crossed the tarmac towards the equipment room. 
“Should I feel embarrassed?” I said, under my breath as we walked along. 
“Eh, you get used to it.” He shrugged. “Believe it or not, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally made a sex tape.”
“I know.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How do you think I knew you’d like it when I-” 
“Briefing in fifteen, upstairs. Get your suits to the equipment team for repairs beforehand.” Fury interrupted. “Don’t be late.” 
The door slid shut behind him, leaving us standing in the expanse locker room, decorated with the most advanced superhero garb modern technology can create. 
“Fifteen minutes?” I grinned, lifting my hair off of my neck so Tony could unzip me. 
“Ten more than I need.”
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“Hey,” you said lightly, a soft, surprised smile curving your lips as you looked up from your book. Tony was standing in the doorway, cast in shadow by the darkened hallway behind him. His hair was dishevelled and there were sadly-all-too-familiar shadows under his eyes, but he gave you a sweet, affectionate smile that always managed to warm you from the very middle of yourself. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.”
“Shouldn’t you have been in bed an hour ago?”
“Yeah… that isn’t exactly the ‘daddy’ vibe girls usually go for in their older boyfriends.”
Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. “You used to be so innocent.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“No, you didn��t.” he agreed, amused. “I never stood a chance.”
You grinned back up at him, tucking a bookmark between the pages of the novel laying open in your lap. You set it on the coffee table beside you, sighing as you stretched out a kink in your lower back from sitting still for so long. “So, Mr. Stark… are you darkening my doorway at this late hour because you’ve decided you’re coming to bed?”
“Ooh, I love it when you get all formal and dramatic.” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do it more.”
You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Are you coming to bed or not, Tony?”
He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair ruefully. “I think I’m going to be working a little longer, sweetheart.”
“Really?” you frowned. He hadn’t come to bed at all the last two nights, and with you out of the tower all day, you weren’t sure if he’d left the lab much at all. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”
He shrugged a shoulder, and your frown deepened in concern. He recognized your expression and offered you a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, baby.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Always.”
Your lips twitched in a small smile at his readiness, and you shifted in your seat. You were sitting on one of the large, plush sofas bordering the coffee table, your back against the arm of it. You lifted one side of the blanket on your lap invitingly. “Take a break. Just an hour. Please.”
Tony looked as though he was going to deny you for a moment before he relented, his shoulders relaxing in defeat. “You don’t play fair.”
“No, I don’t.” you agreed, your smile widening as he approached you. Tony climbed onto the couch, and instead of sitting beside you, he stretched out on top of you, his legs tucked between yours and his arms banding around your waist. You chuckled lightly as he settled against your chest, feeling his own chest heave with a sigh. “You really didn’t take a lot of convincing, did you?”
Tony hummed appreciatively as you scratched your fingers softly through his hair and pulled the blanket back over the two of you. “Do I ever when it comes to you?”
“I love you too, Tone.” you murmured as you felt his breathing begin to slow.
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seikkoi · 8 months
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ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘᴛ.2 | tony stark x f!reader
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18+ minors dni
part one | part three
tw: nsfw, dubcon elements, rough sex, drunk sex, degradation, edging, choking, bruising, possessive behavior
word count: 3,745
“Show me that you truly understand this time.” Tony’s words come out short and heavy, switching from his earlier casual demeanor. You ball your fists at your sides. The fear and anticipation do their now common dance, moving across your stomach. Like before, you’re certain he’s not asking.  “And if I don’t? If I just leave and quit your company?”. Your voice is like a mouse, small and with little confidence. The threat is mostly empty, after all.  That signature Stark smirk spreads across his face. “You think I’d let you do that?”
You pull your hair back, only to let the tresses fall. This continues for a few minutes, a frustrating cycle of trying to get your locks to stay just perfect. This level of obsession might be understandable- if you weren’t just going to work. 
Last night, Tony didn’t offer another word after the kiss. The billionaire simply stepped out of the elevator, hitting the button to send you back down to the lobby, alone. His behavior was confusing, a constant back and forth between love and anger. More importantly, it was farthest from what you expected. As the elevator lowered, you raked over the last hour in your head with impunity. Every word Tony said- anger, praise, shame, every syllable stuck to you like glue. What happened only minutes ago passed more like hazy memories. You ran shaky fingers over bruised skin, head still spinning. It takes you embarrassingly long to feel the warm fluid leaking between your thighs, not even noticing when he finished earlier- too blinded by everything else. You feel your face heat at the excitement it reinstills in you, and another wave of guilt follows. How had he gotten you from confident and rightfully upset to guilty and bruised? Was it worse that it didn’t bother you nearly as much as it should? You wanted to curse him for being right.
You’re certain you look a complete mess as you exit to the lobby. Thankful that it’s a late night (or maybe even early morning at this point), your first few steps are uneasy across the lobby’s hard, shiny floor. The click of your heels echoes in the empty room until you’re out the main doors, back into cold, night air. 
You weren’t expecting him to reach out that night, not at all. But you failed to plan for facing him at Stark Industries the next day. In the morning, the floodgates opened letting the memories of last night play out in your mind. Notwithstanding the raging headache and pain all over your body. You laid in bed for an indiscriminate amount of time, contemplating calling in sick. You’d never done that a day in your life but it felt preferential to seeing Tony in an hour.
Eventually, you say “ Fuck it,”,  deciding that the worst thing he could do during the workday is fire you. You try to let your clothing cover the bruises as best they can. The ones marking your backside are easy enough, but your throat and wrists remain a problem. Your usual dresses and skirts aren’t an option, leaving your only choice to be pants and a long sleeve shirt. However, as you apply foundation to the tender flesh on your neck, you are antagonized over which garment to choose. You were suddenly conscious of your appearance to Tony, analyzing past outfits versus what you wore last night, and what would be an inconspicuous choice for today. You worried about seeming too desperate or yearning for his attention- or anyone else’s for that matter. The decision finally fell onto a simple, green, long-sleeved blouse and black pants. Not too loose, not too tight-hopefully. 
The same dilemma came with your hair, leading to the present predicament. You finally give up, settling to let it down. If anything, it would help hide your neck. 
You arrived at work, relieved to see Tony’s office packed full for a meeting, allowing you to walk by without worrying if he saw you. It was stupid really, to hide from him at his own company, but you didn’t know how else to act. After years of working for him, to do what he did,  say  what he did, you didn’t even know how to feel. 
In most cases, the normal reaction would be to tell him off, quit, and move away. Actually, the more normal reaction might’ve been to resist him more last night. That thought is quickly snuffed, bringing you to the realization that you didn’t want to resist. You’d let him do whatever he thought you deserved, whatever he wanted. Just like he said. 
Shame and arousal slide down your throat like a bitter seed as you reach the end of the hall and enter your office. The white noise of the office is shut out by the frosted glass door behind you, leaving you in peace. You sit at your desk, turning on computers and lights in an effort to only think about quarterly reports and tax deductions for the next eight hours.
Hour one is brutal, as you keep needing to send emails in which Tony is cc’d or otherwise just mentioned (because life is fucking with you, specifically). Eventually, your work transitions from digital interaction to pure calculations. Time passes easily under the gentle clicks of calculators and harsh pen scratches. You’re able to forget about the pain between your legs, last night, and Tony Stark for a blissful portion of the day. It’s just you and the company finances in the four walls of your office. During that time, you forget about the incident in its entirety- that is until a knock is heard at your door.
By this point, you’re seated on the floor, papers and folders strewn about all corners of your office. This was the more typical state of the room when you were working. Especially since you got so absorbed in it that it was now seven p.m., rather than sometime around three like you were thinking. You’re brought out of your focused trance by the knock, suddenly noticing the dark sky out the windows. 
Your head's down, checking your phone after forgetting about it for so long when you shout  come in . 
“Think you might ‘wanna call it quits?” You don’t look up until he speaks, realizing it’s Tony.
In an instant, every touch he gave last night is felt again on your body. There’s almost fear, with you looking up at him in the dark office. Mostly because you don’t have a single guess as to what he’s here for.
“I, um, sorry. I just kinda got a little absorbed I guess.”, you say, averting his eyes to reshuffle some papers in front of you. 
Tony steps into the office, hands resting in his pockets. You guess that he must be having a late working night, since his suit jacket is absent and his clothes are wrinkled. The door closes behind him, shutting him in with you. 
“It’s late. Have you eaten?” He speaks softly but curtly, without any temper or dissatisfaction. It’d almost make more sense to you if he was still pissed. Worse, unlike yesterday, now he can’t seem to  not  look at you.  
His question wasn’t out of the ordinary, either. It was more common for you to get engrossed in your work, even more so for you to forget about eating when doing so. This was something Tony picked up on early in your time at Stark. You’re not sure when it started, but occasionally during late nights, you’d leave for the restroom and come back to find dinner waiting on your desk. You never asked Tony about it, and he never claimed responsibility for it. Now, though, it was the kind of concern you couldn’t match to the tender marks on your skin. 
His question confirms it for you, though. You hadn’t really left your office today, so you deduce that means he couldn’t do his usual antics. It sparks an angry fire, aimed at yourself and Tony. Tony, for doing hidden acts of compassion and then ripping your clothes- and yourself for falling for it. 
You’re angry and confused enough to still avert your gaze, as you stand and move some papers to your desk. He mirrors your path so that he’s on the opposite side, the desk being the only separation between you two. 
“Not really your concern.”, you mutter, really trying to focus on getting your things together and not whatever intoxicating cologne he wore. Vanilla and sage took over your senses. It must have been the same cologne from last night because you can feel the warmth growing in your core. As he continues to watch you intently, you open your laptop to check  one  last thing.
Annoyed at your aversion, he shuts the laptop, only narrowingly avoiding your fingers. You give a confused but pointed glare in response. 
“Is there a problem?”, he asks, keeping both palms on the laptop, slightly leaning towards you over the desk. The sudden closeness is intimidating, making you want to recoil but you know better now. There’s a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth like he’s pleased with your discomfort. It draws your eyes to his lips which reminds you of the kiss less than twenty-four hours ago. Before you know it, your mind is back in the elevator. It’s entirely too distracting, causing you to forget he even asked you anything in the first place.
He grows a bit impatient at your lack of response, putting a hand under your chin to force your eyes on his. If this was done a day ago, you smack his hand away and ask what the hell got into him. Or maybe you wouldn’t.
“You’re distracted. I asked you a question.” Tony shifts his hand to the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. He looks into your eyes with a furrowed brow, thinking. He scans your face like he’s searching for something before his face softens. 
When you start to question him, he uses his unoccupied hand to run his thumb across your neck with enough pressure to make you wince and reveal a portion of the mark he left. 
“Hm,’" he says, letting go and stepping away from the desk. It gives you the impression that he’s somehow bothered by it as if he’s not the cause. You can feel the tears brimming again- a sickly combination of the soreness in your throat and the way the sudden loss of his touch makes you feel. 
“What do you want from me, Tony?”, your words cut like glass through gritted teeth. It’s bold, but you’re not bold enough to look at him when you say it, once again caught staring at your shoes. 
“ Tony?  That’s new for you.” He gives a dry chuckle, stepping over files to round the desk towards you. “And I already told you what I  expect  from you. It’s not really a matter of wants.” 
As he comes close, your heart starts to race. Terror and anticipation are working in tandem- you don’t know if he’s going to give you another mark or another kiss. Maybe it’d be neither, and he was simply going to make you undone again with his words. You curse yourself for losing track of time. If you had noticed the clock, perhaps you could’ve slipped out while Tony was still preoccupied. 
He stays at your side, eyes burning a hole through you. Your feet are planted firmly on the floor, body pointed towards the desk. You know there’s no point in arguing- seeing as how it didn’t get you far last night. Even if you did, it’d be pointless. You’d been devoted to Stark for years now, working diligently and sometimes obsessively to make sure the money always followed smoothly. Thinking back, you can’t recall a time you’ve ever even told him no. Not a work task, a personal favor, or the recent invitations to all these galas and fundraisers. It was always  “Of course, sir”  and “ Yes, Mr. Stark”.
The fact that he was anything less than happy with your behavior last night hurt enough on its own. Once you got home last night, you couldn’t wash away the guilt. In this world, anyone would kill for your job, safe and secure behind the most respected man on Earth. Denying the man who signed your checks for such a comfortable life felt like the wrong thing to do. Last night, all he did was remind you who you worked for- and who you were there for.  
“But, for your sake, I'd watch it with the attitude,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m having dinner with a few potential investors unless you have somewhere else you’d rather be?” 
“No, nowhere.” A half-truth. Honestly, you wanted to go home and soak in a warm bath until the day passed behind you. But the part of you that you’ve been trying to ignore wants to jump at the offer. Then another part, the rational part, is screaming at you to run away. It’s also the part that won’t let you look at him.
“Is there a reason you won’t look at me?”, he graces a hand to your shoulder.
You don’t shift an inch, but the tears work their way back anyway. “I don’t  understand  you.”
Tony pushes the hand at your shoulder, forcing you to turn his way. “What don’t you understand?”
It’s the legitimate confusion on his face that sets off the budding spark. Again, with his constant audacity. 
“You, I don’t fucking understand you ! Years I work for you, you don’t make a pass, you don’t try and touch me, you don't do any of this shit! And then last night you do  this  and tell me how devoted I should be!” You point to the marks dotting your skin, nearly shouting. 
“I was already doing that you  asshole! ” At the end of your insult, you go to push Tony away, palms aimed at his shoulders. Not fond of your outburst, however, he grabs already sore wrists to stop you, leaving you in another wave of pain. 
“I warned you about the attitude,” he says, gently shoving you away. While you’re rubbing at the tender flesh in shock, he turns the leather chair at your desk and takes a seat. “But you’re right. You were, but not enough. You think that was the first time I’ve seen you act like a complete slut?”
The word hits like a slap to the face, causing you to jerk your head up to look at him. “W-what?”
He sighs, leaning back. “Do you even notice everyone checking you out? At meetings, galas, that fundraiser a few weeks ago. You keep every man’s attention. Even around here with what you’ve chosen to wear to work lately. I think this is the first day I haven't seen you in a dress in months. 
Tony pauses to run a hand through his hair. “I figure you either like the attention, or you’re just trying to piss me off. Either way, I won’t stand for it.”
Tony pauses as you stand there stunned. You’d never been super aware of your body, nor worried about what you put on it (until this morning, that is). But he was right- you  were  aware of the attention it garnered. This morning, knowing that your boss had taken notice, caused the massive dilemma in getting dressed. 
“Yesterday, you needed to be taught a lesson, simple as that. I started inviting you to these things  because  I noticed you, because you were loyal- you know what I need and you get it done. Don’t make me think I was wrong.” He gets more comfortable in the chair, spreading his legs slightly and resting his hands on his thighs.
Tony signals you over with a draw of two fingers. Mind barely processing, you comply, taking small steps until the inside of his knees graces your legs. He takes your hands in his, glancing his eyes over your wrists before looking up at you, eyes dark.
“Show me that you truly understand this time.” Tony’s words come out short and heavy, switching from his earlier casual demeanor. You ball your fists at your sides. The fear and anticipation do their now common dance, moving across your stomach. Like before, you’re certain he’s not asking. 
“And if I don’t? If I just leave and quit your company?”. Your voice is like a mouse, small and with little confidence. The threat is mostly empty, after all. 
That signature Stark smirk spreads across his face. “You think I’d let you do that?”
His palms wrap around your wrists tightly, pulling you to your knees before him. You cry out in pain, both from his hands on your arms and from your knees hitting the floor. 
“If you didn’t want this, you would’ve quit this morning.” Tony releases you once you reach the floor. Without much pause, his hands are on his belt. The familiar sounds of metal send shockwaves through your body. You can’t but stare at his fingers as they undo the leather before he moves on to his zipper.
“-you would get up right now and leave.” Tony frees himself from his pants. You don't have more than a second to take in his thick, long member, feeling Tony’s hand take in a fistful of your hair.
He pulls your locks tightly, pushing the tip of his cock past your parted lips when you gasp out from the pain. Tony can’t hold back a moan at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. Just as before, he’s less than gentle, moving your head forward until you reach the base of his cock. You choke around him, trying to pull back for air which only seems to excite him. More shame bubbles as your arousal grows alongside it. He’s unrelenting, taking immense pleasure in your muffled gags. The fist in your hair keeps you in place. Tony’s groans bounce around the office walls until he thinks you’ve had enough. 
As swiftly as he entered, he pulls you back, freeing his member from your throat. The rapid departure from your mouth sending you aback on your heels, trying to regain your breath. Tony’s still smiling when you meet his eyes, irises clouded. The billionaire sits back, legs spread, an eyebrow raised, waiting.
Whether it’s because of the lack of oxygen, the taste on your tongue, the lust in his eyes, or last night- it doesn’t matter, the final switch is flipped in you. His words replayed like a record in quick succession in your mind. 
“ You know what I need and you get it done.” “I expect devotion.” “Do you think I want to see other men put their hands on you?” 
A puzzle, fit with all the pieces, comes together. The part of you that wants his forgiveness, that wants to show how loyal you are, wins the inner battle. 
You bite your lip and move back towards him, earning a pleased hum from Tony. He’s happy that he didn’t make the wrong decision in choosing you. You understood, it only took a little reminding (and he’s more than willing to do that). 
You take his cock in hand despite the burn in your wrists. Even with your willingness, a hint of fear remains. Tony’s eager to push you through that, moving the tip of his cock towards your wet lips as they part to take him in. You hum around him, your mouth gliding down his length, feeling the heavy weight of his cock against your tongue.  
He brings a hand back to your hand, gentler this time, letting you slide your mouth up and down his cock at a steady pace. 
“So good for me, aren’t you?” The softness in his words is mind-dulling, making you forget he ever hurt you in the first place. 
While he soon becomes infatuated with the sight of you sucking him off in earnest, you feel drunk all over again from the act. The subtle throbs of his member against your throat, how his grip tightens every time you reach his base, the way he tastes- it overwhelms you, eyes fluttering. Pleasing Tony Stark felt like pleasing God himself. 
You speed up, losing yourself in Tony’s heavy breaths. You sense that he’s close, given the stuttering of his hips and shaky moans. You open your eyes to glance up at him, only to find his eyes trained on you, jaw tight. Nothing but obsession colors his face, parting his mouth to swear upon noticing your gaze. 
“There's  nothing  you can do to make me stop wanting you.” Tony speaks like it’s a threat- you know that it’s a promise.
Your eyes lock as he loses any will to be gentle with you anymore. His hips snap, pushing his cock back down your throat before retracting and then crashing down your throat again. It catches you completely off-guard but you fight the urge to resist. Instead, you try to stay as still as possible, letting him fuck your throat with ease. 
It’s your complete submission that ends Tony, who pushes you to the base of his cock as he finishes. You gag around him as the warm, heavy liquid slides down your throat. Tony, who was really beginning to love the sound, withdraws from your mouth, leaving a thin trail to fall to your shirt. 
When you come back to your senses, Tony’s already put himself back together, looking down at you. You're still knelt before him, still stuck on the last thing he said. Awkwardly, you look to the ground, wiping your mouth.
You watch him stand from the corner of your eye. You’re fully expecting him to leave without another word now, as he did last night. To your surprise, he extends his hands to help you stand. Without an excuse not to, you place your hands in his to stand in front of him with sore knees. 
Once you’re up, Tony’s hand wraps around your waist to pull you in, kissing you with the same passion and longing as before. You, already past any hesitations about Stark, melt into it, letting his teeth scrape your bottom lip. It’s a long, dazing kiss that leaves you aching terribly when he pulls away.
“I meant what I said.”, he said quietly, holding you close. Absent-mindedly, Tony’s thumb brushes over the mark on your neck. To him, it's a reminder of your drunken acts. It draws up more want in you, for Tony, and Tony only. 
You want to tell him that you're his, that he’ll never have to remind you again. You knew who you devoted your life to. Sooner than you can respond, he pulls away, walking around the desk and opening your office door. 
“I hope you can behave yourself tonight, doll. I’d hate to have to leave early.”
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chaotictasha · 2 years
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Incorrect quotes#101
Y/n, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!
Morgan, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids.
Tony: what the fuck are you guys doing?
Morgan: playing systemic oppression.
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[a/n: this picture is the cause of my mental breakdown no.3 of the day. I miss him so much😭😭]
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msforbiddenforest · 2 years
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y/n: deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la la la la la 'tis the season to be poly Fa la lala la la la la la
*silence*
steve: wipe that stupid grin off of your face, tony! Same for you natasha!
steve: what is that supposed to even mean "tis the season to be poly"?!
steve: I thought it was jolly?! Why did they change the lyrics? :(
natasha: oh steve, you sweet innocent old man
thor: *snickers*
tony: *snickers*
steve: what the hell does poly even mean?
bucky: *whispers into his ear*
steve: OH
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eviesaurusrex · 1 year
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ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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"ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."
It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along. [request]
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