#Anthony stark

[tofumilkbread]

Loki but like infinity war bs never happened and loki joins the avengers because I love him.

Tony Stark, still not trusting Loki completely: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Loki without him noticing?

Thor: Hey, brother, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny faster than me.

Loki, takes and swallows tracker: Pay up, loser.

Tony:

[emmedoesntdomath]

one thing people never understand is that i can and will ship characters with multiple other characters. like, we’re not discriminating here. not in this household, my good sir. equal opportunity. if they want to make out, they can make out. don’t stand in the way of that. love is beautiful. thank you for coming to this ted talk.

[m4dsspider]

My fav discovery of the day was the rdj wore heels to appear taller when playing iron man. And I just love that

+ evidence

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY SEVEN: PHONE SEX w/ TONY STARK

Tony nods along to the music filling the workshop as he modifies a few features of the suit, with JARVIS displaying a holographic model of the features he's working on. It's a quiet night, the type of night Tony has come to hate, because it means that you're away on one of your business trips. The sound of your laughter after every shitty joke, your mere presence beside him as you study the way his hands delicately navigate the heavy machinery, he's come to crave it.

Luckily for Tony, you requite that same desire.

"Mr. Stark, you have a call incoming. Should I project it?" JARVIS announces, making Tony glance up from his work. The second he sees your name being displayed within the holographic swirl of pixels, his eyes light up.

"Yeah, go ahead and put it through." Tony replies, falling back into his swivel chair leisurely so that he can take a break and enjoy the sound of your voice before being forced to return to the task at hand.

As you impatiently listen to your phone dialling, you can already feel the heat rising beneath your skin. You know that this is what Tony likes, what he needs when he's feeling lonely.

"Tony." You whisper, heart pounding as you pant his name into the receiver, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on you as you sink into the hotel sheets.

The sound of his name on your lips sends waves of desire coursing through Tony's veins, his body shivering with anticipation as he watches JARVIS project your image into the holographic display above the suit. You're a fucking tease, wearing that lacy set he bought you spontaneously a few weeks ago, making Tony chuckle and whistle lowly as he absorbs your figure in the hologram.

"You miss me that much, sweetheart? Cute." Tony coos, getting off on the way you squirm against the mountain of pillows behind your head at practically nothing.

"Been such a long day. Please, please I need you." You whine, one hand holding your phone in place while the other gropes your plush chest over your bra, trying to entice Tony to help achieve get some well-deserved relief.

Feeling the heat of your desire, Tony can't help but mirror your plight. His free hand drifts down to his crotch, palming the bulge in his sweats as he leans closer to the hologram of you, bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth as he resents the distance between the two of you, desperate to feel how fucking soaked you inevitably are right now.

"Well don't let me stop you. Touch yourself." Tony commands gently, his voice a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine.

Without a second thought, you comply, pulling your phone down to adjust the camera so that it captures the view of you pulling your panties to the side. You take a moment to tease Tony, allowing him to admire admire your hand, the way it hovers above your puffy clit before slowly dragging your middle finger down to tease the sensitive nub. Your breath hitches, feeling your arousal build with every delicate touch you make.

"That's it, you look so fucking hot, honey." Tony encourages, leaning further in to the hologram as it captures every single subtle movement. Your hips begin to rise and fall in time with your touch, your moans echoing through the JARVIS' phone line and into Tony's eager ears.

He watches you intently, helplessly captivated by the sight of his lover losing themselves in pleasure. The image of you, so vulnerable and needy, only serves to heighten his own desire. Tony hastily fishes his pulsing cock from his pants, pumping a tight fist over his shaft, slick with dripping pre. He moves in time with you, each time you roll your shaky fingers over your clit, he strokes himself and mimics you by rubbing his swollen tip in his palm.

"Fuck your fingers." Tony pants out, and you hurriedly oblige, plunging two fingers into your sopping cunt, moaning loudly as you try to imagine your thrusting fingers as Tony's cock, reaching the spots you need him most. Tony groans at the sight, squeezing the girth of his dick to try and replicate the sensation of your tight walls deliciously constricting him.

"I-I... Tony." You moan, and he can deduce that you're on the edge. Instead of speeding up his own strokes, his fist slows to a stop, making you whine softly, disappointed to suddenly be deprived of the sight of Tony cumming all over his hands and lap.

"Pull them out." Tony orders, making your bottom lip quiver with need, but you listen to him, removing your slick-covered fingers slowly.

"I want to be the one that makes you cum," Tony whispers, pulling his sweats back over himself with a slight smirk, despite the throbbing ache shooting through him. "Rest up. I'll see you soon."

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Tony Stark & Loki aka IronFrost

[spicyboelives]

Tony Stark Mopey & Drunk as requested on my Kofi :)

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Tony: What’s up?

Pepper: Oh nothing, just thought I'd come see what-

Pepper: …this room used to have four walls.

Rhodey: I told you she’d notice!

[stxar-pvnk]

I just want a scenario where, It's after civil war, Steve and the rogues are settled into the place where they argue about the accords and Tonys 15 minutes late, but since he's like the lead for the accords they all have to begrudgingly wait.

Then Tony walks in lipstick smudged, mascara on, in a black silk dress, throwing off stilletos and a curly black wig

"sorry, I was on an undercover mission" Tony says, dress still on as he takes his seat, and Steve Rogers literally gripping onto the table he was sat Infront with the others, distractedly glancing at tony, his legs in the dress, his hips, those curves.

The rogues having to repeatedly snap him out of the daze not so subtly, while the press has already written out the headline.

"hard mission or hard ex-captain? Tony stark walks in with a black silk dress on and Steve Rogers has reportedly lost his ability to speak but instead drool."

Steve wanted to crawl up and die at that moment.

And subtly, in the back hiding behind Sam is a half confused half bi crisis Bucky staring at the genius like a literal creep cause the man can see the slit of skin exposing his thigh that Bucky wanted to desperately claw at the air for.

Jesus supersoldiers and their creepy need for the man they both were down bad for.

Oh and Bucky totally got a headline of his own.

"the winter assassin. Killing for a piece of stark? The man was reported, next to his other drooling best friend, trying to revert his gaze from the delectable genius. The playboy really isn't silent."

And Tony? Well Tony knew they were staring.

And if stark came back the next meeting with his tightest fitting suit on, black and red with his hair out, curling. His lips shining with a subtle pink tinted lipgloss and his tie slightly undone, aswell as the first button..

Well. That was his deal.

Clint in the second meeting: STOP DROOLING OVER THE MAN, WE ARE TRYING TO WIN.

Steve and bucky: oh we're winning, clint, we're winning.

They were infact just referring to staring at Starks ass and not their case that they were war criminals.

[thecoffeerat]

Beloved Iron Man

[lokigodofmyheart]

DATE NIGHT

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N and Tony go out on a date night and he has a little surpise for her.

Warning/Content: smut, toys, public vibrator.

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Tony looked at his watch while he sat in the living room waiting for his girlfriend. Y/N was getting ready for their date night. It had been almost and hours and he got ready in less than 20 minutes. He looked at his wristwatch again with a little annoyance "C'mon, Y/N. How much longer do you need?" 

From the bedroom, she heard his complaining and rolled her eyes as she had just finished applying the red lipstick. She gave a last check in the mirror, seeing the little black dress hugging her body, she was happy with the image and left the bedroom, walking to where Tony was waiting her. 

 Stark’s jaw slightly dropped, his eyes trailing up and down his girlfriend. He was practically drooling at the sight of her in the new outfit. He stood up from the couch and walked to her "You look... absolutely stunning, babe..." 

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled and looked at him, dressed in a nice suit and gave him light kiss to not ruin her lipstick “You’re not so bad yourself. Ready to go?”  

"Absolutely. But I have something for you first." Tony said cheeky smile. 

She knew pretty well that expression on his face and it made her suspicious “What is it?”  

He grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little box, opening and taking out a small pink vibrator. Y/N raises an eyebrow, looking at the toy and back at him.  Stark chuckled lightly at the confused look on her face "It's a remote-controlled toy." 

Oh. She finally understood “And you want me to wear this tonight...?” 

Tony smirks while he nodding slowly, leaning in to whisper in her ear "I want to see you try to keep a straight face during dinner, darling." 

A shiver run down her spine at his words and as the image that went through her head. Stark noticed the reaction she had and he was more than pleasured "Are you up to this, baby?" 

Y/N gave a slow nod. Tony reach under her dress, pulling her panties aside and rubbing the toy on her folds, before slowly inserting into her. A small gasp left her lips at the feeling of the toy inside her. Tony fixed her panties back on, slipping the control on his pocked “All good, sweetheart. Let's go." 

They headed out to the car and got in, Tony starting it and pulling out into the road, a devilish smile on his face as he drove them to the restaurant. He helped her out, opening the door for her like a true gentleman and lead her inside to a table in the corner. 

Tony took the menu, ordering her favorite and the best wine from the restaurant.  The waiter was quick to bring them the wine and serve the couple. Tony and Y/N took a sip of it, enjoying the taste.  

While they were waiting for their food, Tony's hand went to his pocket, fiddling with the remote and turning the toy on a low setting. Y/N gasp as the toy started to vibrate inside of her, almost chocking on the wine.  

“A little warning would’ve been good.” She says, trying to keep her voice down and act naturally. 

Stark chuckled, shrugging with a smirk "Where's the fun in that?" He turned the toy up a bit more, glancing at her to see her reaction. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would not be an easy dinner. He kept the toy on the medium setting as they wait for a minute more while Y/N struggles to keep a composed face.  

Soon the waiter brought out their food at the table. Stark thanked the waiter, Y/N gave a small smile, still trying to keep a neutral face, before Tony turned his attention back to Y/N, who was noticeably fidgeting in her chair. He turned the toy off while they eat.  

The couple talked a little, Y/N a little relieved from the break, but now she could feel how her panties was starting to wet. 

When they finished, the waiters took the plates off the table and Tony ordered desert. Stark gave Y/N a wink as the waiter walked away, turning the toy on again, this time on the highest setting. 

A small gasp escaped her lips, not expecting that.  He smirked, reaching for his wine glass and taking a drink to cover up the little smirk on his lips. “Are you okay, babe? You seem a little...hot." 

Her mouth felt dry when she swallowed, trying to prevent a moan “I'm...fine...” 

Tony hummed, turning the toy on and off a few times to tease her as he leaned in a bit and placed his chin on his hand “You sure? You look like you're about to come apart." 

Y/N nods, closing her eyes to concentrated before opening it again to look at him. Stark chuckled, setting the toy on a low, constant vibration as he kept staring at her, enjoying her trying to keep it all together "You're doing so well, babe... I'm so proud of you..." 

The waiter brings them their dessert, and Tony thanks him, his hand in his pocket, turning the toy up to a different setting. This time he didn’t turned off the little pink toy "Go on, baby...eat something. Wouldn't want you to lose your strength." 

“Tony...” Her voice almost sounded like a low moan “I can’t...” 

Stark grins, enjoying the whine as he looks at her, still playing with the toy. He motions to the food in front of her with his hand. "Eat something, babe. C’mon.." 

Y/N struggled to eat the small desert in front of her. She was sure she was squirming in the chair, rubbing her legs together as the thing kept vibrating on her. Stark had that damn smirk on his face the whole time, enjoying the way she was struggling to eat and to keep quiet. By the time they had finished dessert he decided to turn off the toy, wanting to make her wait a bit longer before he brought it back on.  

A complaining whine left her lips as she was too close to her orgasm, but she was also relieved “I think we can go home now...” 

Tony shakes her head and chuckles slight “Not yet, baby...I still want to finish the wine.” Stark motions for the waiter to refill his glass. A few moments later the glasses are refilled and the waiter leaves them alone. Again, he turned on the toy. 

A small moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Y/N was too worked up now and she was sure her panties were drenched. 

Stark heard the small moan and grinned “Be careful, sweetheart...wouldn't want you to make a scene...” 

“Tony...” She didn’t know if she was complaining or moaning his name anymore, everything feeling too much after being tease with that vibrator for almost an hour now with no release and no possibility to moan.  

He smirked, looking around to see the other patrons in the restaurant were too busy with their own meals to pay them any mind. He leaned in close to her again, the toy still vibrating against her "Are you close, babe? You look close..." 

She could only nods while she bites her lower lip, preventing any sound from coming out of her mouth. Tony noticed how much she was trying to hold it together and he could also tell it was getting harder and more difficult for her "Are you gonna come for me, babe?" 

Her eyes started to roll back and she closes it. Stark smirked again while he turned the toy up the slightest bit more, while his hand moves up her thigh "That's it, baby... come for me, right here in the middle of this restaurant." 

The way her breathing was becoming more and more labored showed him she was close. Y/N's face contorted in pleasure and she was thankful she had her back to most people in there. A small moan leaving her lips as the toy finally made her reach her orgasm while in the restaurant. 

Stark was satisfied, and also somewhat hard, seeing her face as she came and hearing the moan she let out. He turned the toy off after the fact, just watching her with a grin as the wave of her orgasm passed through her in the middle of the restaurant. He finally signed to the waiter to brings them the check. 

While Tony was paying, she almost drank her glass at once after her orgasm subside. Stark set the money down and thanked the waiter, standing up and holding his hand out to her "C'mon, baby. Let's go home." 

Once they were out of the restaurant and at the car, Tony opened the door for her and let her sit down before he went around and got in on the driver's side. He started the car up and started driving, keeping one of his hands on her thigh as he did so. 

Y/N watches as he drove, a comfortable silence settling between them. She wanted to get back at him somehow, just a small tease, so her hand went to the bulge on his pants, rubbing her hand against him through the fabric of his pants.  

Tony was surprised when he felt her hand on his bulge, letting out a small gasp at the feeling of her touching him “Y-Y/N...we're still in the car...” 

“So?” She looks at him innocently while she still teased him slowly.  

A quiet moan was heard from Tony, his gripping the steering wheel tighter as he tried to focus on driving while she continued teasing him "F-Fuck... baby... we're almost at the penthouse..." Stark was struggling to focus, trying to drive as fast he safely could to get them to his penthouse. He bit his lip every time he felt her hand move and he almost let out moan every time she gave a squeeze. 

After what feels like forever to the billionaire, finally he pulled up to the penthouse and parked, shifting his legs to adjust his now-noticeably-tighter-pants. He glanced at her, noticing the smirk on her face and the way her hand was still on his bulge. He groaned when she rubbed it again before he spoke "Inside. Now." 

This time, she didn’t wait for him to open the door. They exit his car and Stark practically shoved her into the elevator and slammed the button to the top floor, barely able to wait the few seconds it went up.  

Once they were at the penthouse, he didn't waste any time before pulling her body to him and kissed her. She kissed him back, the kiss being messy and full of lust. Soon she was pushing his suit jacket off him, throwing somewhere in the ground.  His hands went down to the hem of her dress, lifting it up above her hips as he walked her to his room, without breaking the kiss. 

There was a trail of clothes from the living room to his bedroom: jacked, shirt, dress, pants, shoes, heels, socks. Until they finally hit the bed, with only their underwear on their bodies.  

Stark breaks the kiss and takes in the view of her in her black set of lingerie, his breath getting caught in his throat as he sees her "God, you look absolutely perfect, babe." He pushes her back gently onto the bed, crawling on top of her and beginning to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her bare body, tracing the lace on her bra. 

Y/N’s hands were on his hair and his neck, teasing him with her nails. Stark continues to leave kisses down her neck, moving down to her chest. He opened her bra before he slides the straps off her shoulders, moving to kiss her breasts.  

She moans slightly feeling his tongue circling her nipple and his mouth sucking it, before he did the same with the other. He kept kissing down her body while his fingers traced the lace of her panties. She lifts her hips to help him take it off, eager for more. 

Tony chuckled at the eagerness, moving off her for a moment so he could slide the panties off, removing them and throwing them somewhere in the room. He spread her legs, the pink toy still there.  

He pulled the toy slightly off her before pushing in again, making Y/N moan. Stark grins, doing it again, pulling the toy in and out painfully slow. 

“Tony...” She moans his name, as he did it again.  

He chuckles, looking at her as he continued his slow pace with the toy "Yeah, baby? What is it?" moans his name, 

 "Stop...teasing...” 

Stark stop, but he kept holding the toy still inside of her "It's not even on..." 

Another moan came from her lips “Please...I need you...” 

He pulled the toy out completely, pulling his boxers down and moving his body above her, settling between her legs. His hands roam over her body, feeling her soft skin under his touch. He looks into her eyes with a smirk, and she can feel his hard cock pressed up against her "Is this what you need, baby?" 

“Yes.” The work came out as a breathless whisper from her lips. He leans down to kiss her, his body resting on top of hers.  

One of his hands moves down to position himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness, making her moan against his lips. He smirked hearing it. After a moment of teasing her, he slowly slid himself inside her, his hands on either side of her head to support his height. 

She moans, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open, because the look on his face was too hot. Stark closed his eyes when he bottomed out inside her, letting out a low groan while his lips were parted.  

He opens his eyes, looking down at her face with a smirk. He slowly pulled all the way out, before pushing back in, starting a slow pace. Y/N moaned at each thrusting, their eyes locked.  

Tony started to speed up his pace, wanting to hear her more and more. One of his hands moved to grip her thigh, giving it a squeeze as he adjusted to go faster. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he did so.  

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, making him reach deeper in this new position. It felt so good as his cock was going faster and hard on her. It didn’t take long for her to start tightening slightly around him, feeling her orgasm approaching. 

“Tony...” 

The way she clenched around him almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling and at the sound of his name on her lips "Fuck..." 

His thrusts started to get sloppy and harder. He was close too. It barely took Y/N a few more seconds before she came, her walls clenching around his cock as his name came out of her lips in the most sinful way.  

Feeling her tighten around him, combined with the way she was saying his name...it’s all it took for Tony to finally cum, spilling his warm seed inside of her. 

Y/N looked at him, with a tired and satisfied smile as she tried to catch her breath back. Tony smiled down at her, before pulling out of her and rolling over to the side, pulling her into his arms.  

Stark pulled the sheets up over them to cover their bodies as he held her close and kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing up and down her back "I love you." 

“I love you more.” She smiles, looking at him as her body relaxed even more.  

He smiled back, moving his hand to brush some of her hair out of her face "That's not possible. I pretty sure I win at loving you more." Y/N chuckled softly, knowing it was no use to argue over this, he would always win. He chuckled back, enjoying the way she laughed as he ran his hand through her hair. It was quiet for a few moments, both of them just enjoying each other's presence before he spoke again "Did you like the toy? At the restaurant?" 

She nods “It was...interesting.” 

"That's a good way to describe it...” He paused, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms for a moment and tracing figures on her back with his fingers before speaking again. "Would you...want to do it again in public sometime?" 

“Yeah, why not?” She smirks slightly “Maybe next time I’ll tease you.” 

Tony chuckled at that, liking the idea of her teasing him in a public place "Sounds like a plan, darling." 

[httpscomexe]

Kink-Tober 2024 🎃🏵️🍁🍂

🎃First fic will be posted on October 1st, 2024. All currently added on this list are the ones I have completed thus far. List will update nearly every day. Almost all fics will include smut🎃

Days with this emoji (🛑) will include triggering abuse such as non-con, kidnapping, etc.

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know. Please refer to this post to see what will be posted each day 🏵️

Day 1 - Double Pen - Stucky - 🛑Double Trouble

Day 2 - Blindfold - Loki Laufeyson - Ballroom Dance

Day 3 - Bondage - Peter Parker - 🛑 No, You Don't

Day 4 - Virginity - Wade Wilson - You? A Virgin?

Day 5 - Swallowing - Sam Wilson - 🛑 Swallow

Day 6 - Praise - Quentin Beck - 🛑 Little Witch

Day 7 - Overstimulation - Steve Rogers - Almost There

Day 8 - Face Sitting - Steve Rogers - Getaway

Day 9 - Knife Play - Bucky & Loki - 🛑 Slice

Day 10 - Pet - Wade Wilson - Pet

Day 11 - Not doing - Choking 😔

(Still adding to the list, updates almost daily)

[ironstrange1991]

Starting Over

Paring: Tony!Stark x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Synopsis: Tony Stark is the best friend you can have when you're struggling with depression.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and medications, depression, social isolation, suicidal thoughts (in the fic they appear in some ironic and deprecatives thoughts).

A/N: I'm not going to pretend I wasn't writing about myself in this fic, you're all too smart not to realize that. It's been difficult days, weeks, months and writing this fic has helped me in a way. There is a lot of angst but also some fluff moments. Hope you guys like it.

You were stuck. In life, in love, at work. The whole world seemed to be spinning, running, happening and you were just there, standing, motionless looking through the window, stuck in gravity.

You were depressed. Not just sad or down, but really depressed. After fighting depression for years, taking every type of antidepressant there was and not being able to get out of that state, you simply stopped trying. Depression was part of your personality now and you wore it almost like a battle trophy, a victory flag that you brandished as if to say: I survive.

Surviving became the thing you were best at. A true prodigy when the subject was to endure. You withstood the strong winds of life, endured through each wave of catastrophe, and remained. Even if inside you were falling apart.

To fall apart. What a funny way to say it. To actually fall apart it was necessary that, in principle, you had risen up at some point. That somehow, even if just for a little while, you had managed to let go of that sad and pitiful state, but that wasn't what happened. You never made it out. Once you got close, but the doors closed before you got through them. The sun set before you could finally reach it just like in that Marilyn Manson song. The same song that played on repeat now through your tv speakers as you sat on your couch in your small apartment on a Friday night after getting home from work. Your cat, Sebastian, sleeping lazily next to you on the couch, completely oblivious to your problems. You liked watching him sleep, he calmed you just by existing and you envied his innocence.

God, you hated Fridays. To be honest, there wasn't a day you liked when in fact you hated being alive. But Fridays were oppressive. They were like a reminder that the world was a living, breathing thing where things happened and you were on the outside, never a part of it.

On Fridays you would hear the conversations of your coworkers talking about the parties they were going to, the dates with their crushes, the family dinners, the happy hours with friends. You once heard a colleague saying that weekends are made for enjoying your family and you wondered if you would feel better if you had a family to run to.

All these fruitless and cursed inquiries would arrive on Fridays like an unwanted visitor and weigh on your chest as soon you close the door behind you and contemplate the emptiness of your apartment. Of your life.

I should get another cat. You would think every Friday night and ended up on the couch, like now, with a bottle of wine, a clonazepam pill, and the vain hope that one day maybe things could change or that one day you just wouldn't wake up on the next Saturday morning. The second option would always bring a sadistic smile to your lips.

Flirting with death again, Y/n. Why do you always end up on this couch flirting with death?!

You were distracted by your own thoughts, immersed so deep in them that the very air around you seemed thick and unbreathable when you heard the sound of the doorbell. You froze for a moment scared by the intrusion. The sound, which you weren't at all used to, sent a shiver down your spine.

There was only one person in the world who had access to your apartment, one person in the world who you trusted enough to give your address, your phone number, your friendship. And this person unfortunately had a too busy life to spend time with you. Even if he tried very hard.

However, contrary to everything you knew to be true, when you opened the door, he was the one standing there, dressed in jeans and a hoodie with the hood pulled to hide the majority of his face and a pair of sunglasses, although it was night. Tony Stark.

"What...?" You started to say, but were interrupted.

"Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to stand here and risk being recognized by one of your weird neighbors?"

You opened the door for him to enter and closed it behind you, still amazed that he was there in the first place.

You and Tony met at one of his science fairs. You worked for a technology company and he offered you a scholarship because he was enchanted by one of your creations. The rest was history. Well, in fact the rest was the only real friendship you had or have in your life, not counting the financial help that ensured you continued paying your rent when the company you worked for went bankrupt and you were fired.

"I've sent you at least ten messages all day. And I've tried calling you a thousand times." He ranted looking at you as if looking for something. "I thought you’ve died or worse."

"What could be worse than dying?" You asked, your voice sounding as monotonous as your life.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, returning to where he had left off.

"What I'm trying to say is that I was worried about you. The last time we spoke you didn't seem well and that was two weeks ago."

You sighed, sitting down and he pushed Sebastian to the side so he could sit next to you. The old cat seemed to glare at him before getting off the couch and starting to lick the exact spot where Tony touched him.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry about the messages, I didn't know what to reply and I didn't see the calls because the cell phone is on do not disturb mode."

Tony sighed. "What's going on? Aren't the medicines working? Is there a problem at work?"

You shrugged. "Same as always. And I'm not taking medication, you'd know that if you read my latest messages, which you haven't done in the last week."

He didn't seem satisfied with your answer. "Why the hell did you stop the meds, Y/n? You  just said they were helping!"

You shrugged. "For the first few weeks. Then they stopped working like all the others. Plus, they don't let me cry. It's a strange feeling."

Tony ran a hand over his face. "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Not really. They don't take the sadness away, Tony, they just don't let me cry it away."

He stared at the TV sighing. "I'm sorry I didn't respond to your messages. I was away. I just got back."

You nodded. "Out of the country?"

"Out of the planet." He said with a shrug "Alien threat, long story. The short version is that I was there leading a team and we won. The earth is saved again. I saved your life again, I'll send you the bill later."

You smirked "As far as it's up to me, you don't need to bother anymore."

Tony made a face, analyzing you closely, but didn't say anything.

"Why are you here, Tony? Really. Don't tell me you were just passing by because you have no reason to come to this side of town."

He sighed. "I'm worried about you. I dreamed about you last night. It was bad, really bad. It made me think..."

You frowned, waiting for him to continue, but instead he pulled you into a tight hug like he was afraid of losing you. You were surprised at first, but then you hugged him back and that feeling, the human touch, was enough to make you start crying.

"It’s okay." Tony whispered in your ear. "You can cry. I'm here, now."

And you cried. In a way you hadn't cried in a long time. All the feelings pent up inside your chest seemed to overflow and you felt relief, almost as if you had carried something heavy in your arms for a long time and could finally let go.

When the torrent of tears finally stopped you pulled away hugging your knees and feeling a little embarrassed, but Tony somehow always knew how to deal with every situation in such a natural way. Sometimes you would catch yourself looking at him and thinking how you could be so lucky to have him as a friend. Good things didn't usually happen to you, but Tony was an exception.

"Can we turn this thing off or at least find something decent to listen to?" He said while searching for the remote.

"Anything but your old man bands." You responded finding the strength somewhere to tease him. He rolled his eyes, finally finding the remote and turning off the TV.

He made himself comfortable on the couch and leaned his face in his hand, staring at you and simply said it. "I want you to come live with me."

And before you could show any reaction, he continued explaining himself.

You shook your head in disbelief. "Tony, you're not responsible for me. We're friends, that's all."

"I have more rooms available in that tower than I have people living in them. Besides, it would make things a lot easier for me. It's hard to keep an eye on you when you live on the other side of town."

He seemed to completely disagree. "It's what I do. I care about the people I love. Please, just... consider it." He ran his hands over his face again. "This is my way of saying I care about you, Y/n."

You sighed heavily. The idea of ​​no longer needing to pay rent was tempting, but on the other hand, what would you do in that place? You would feel like a fish out of water.

"I don't know, Tony. I'm not your superpowered friends, I have nothing to do there."

He stood up looking around and heading towards the cubicle that was your kitchen, somehow completely ignoring your answer. "Have you had dinner?" He asked rummaging through your fridge and grimacing. "Y/n there's no food in here. It doesn't even look like there's a human being living in this place."

You shrugged. "There's enough."

He opened the freezer, rummaging through the packages of frozen food. "For God's sake, is this what you're feeding on?"

You sighed, slightly irritated by the intrusion. "Tony, fresh food is expensive."

He closed the refrigerator, took out his cell phone and typed quickly. "Well, I guess we'll go for pizza tonight. Do you like Pepperoni?"

You weren't hungry, but you nodded anyway, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. Tony might be the smartest person you knew, but he was as stubborn as a mule.

He sat back down next to you. "If you need money just tell me."

You rolled your lips. The idea of ​​asking Tony for money was always in the back of your head, but since you got your job you stopped accepting his help and didn’t want to give in to the temptation again. "I don't want to overstep the boundaries of our friendship. Besides, that would put me again in an uncomfortable position, Tony..."

"Then come work for me. Okay, sorted. I need someone with your skills..."

You rolled your eyes "Do you need someone to create software for you?"

He smirked, "Okay, you got me. But, we can think of something."

You sighed, the corners of your mouth turning up in a smile. Tony was so sweet, you could see an herculean effort from him to make you feel better and it was definitely the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for you.

"I would like to quit my job. It’s a shit job." You admitted staring at your hands. "… and I hate that place. I hate those people."

"Is there any person in the world that you don't hate?" He teased.

You smirked, "You're not so bad."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled feeling the pleasant warmth of his body and laid your head on his shoulder.

"In fact, I think you're the only person in the world I don't hate."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "I'll take that as a compliment."

You smiled to yourself. “Yeah, as you should.”

He looked at his cell phone's display for a moment and then informed. "Pizza in 20 minutes." He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on again, this time looking for something to watch. He went through the streaming catalogs – from which he was paying for - and ended up deciding on a random horror movie.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes watching the opening scenes of The Nun. The silence, however, was not the uncomfortable kind, the kind that you need to fill with anything because the situation starts to get messy and strange. In fact, there was a certain comfort in being next to Tony, the intimacy that existed between you was something comforting and even cuddling with him on the couch, your head lying lazily on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his waist, his arm resting affectionately on your shoulders, you felt completely at ease and carefree because you knew it was completely platonic. Tony had Pepper and you had simply given up on having a man in your life. Romantically speaking.

"How are things at home?" You asked, breaking the silence. "With Pepper and Morgan."

"Very good. Pepper has been taking care of the company and so she's been traveling a lot, but we're doing great. Morgan is doing really well in school. I think I've done well in life."

You smiled, genuinely happy for him. "Does she know you're here?"

He nodded, but you pushed a little harder.

"What does she think about me?"

"She knows what I tell her. She doesn't care about our friendship, if that's what you're asking."

You nodded, getting distracted by a particularly scary scene in the movie.

"She agreed to you coming and living with us." He said proudly.

You looked at him in surprise. "Seriously?"

"She also warned me that I should offer you a job if I expected you to accept the offer. Pepper knows people, she deals with them better than I do."

You smirked to yourself. "She's an incredible woman. I don't know what she saw in you." You teased tickling his ribs and eliciting giggles from him. You loved the sound of Tony's laughter. It would do you more good than all the anti-depressant pills you've ever taken in your life.

It took about 30 minutes for your pizza to arrive. Obviously, it was you who greeted the pizza guy at the door. Tony was terrified of any of your neighbors finding out he was coming to your house, not only because it could be fodder for the gossip tabloids, but also because it would ruin your privacy.

You put the pizza box on the coffee table and got two cans of soda from the fridge and threw yourself back on the couch.

Sebastian, who had settled into the small loveseat, was now staring at the two of you jealously.

You were surprised by how much you enjoyed your slice of pizza. It was the first thing you were eating that day, but you were sure that what made everything feel so special was the company. Any food, no matter how tasty it was, seemed tasteless in your mouth when you ate it alone sitting on that couch using TV to pretend a non-existent company.

"I could use an assistant." Tony said finishing his soda and looking at you waiting for an answer.

You took the last bite from your piece and chewed slowly thinking about what to say. Deep down you wanted to say yes, but rationally you wondered if you weren't crossing a line.

"You'll have your own room, which is bigger than this entire apartment. You'll have a good salary, meet new people, and spend more time with me. Something tells me that would do you good."

You smiled "I wouldn't know where to start. I don't know your work, Tony and I've never worked as a secretary."

"Assistant." He corrected.

"What if I screw up? What if I disappoint you?"

Tony touched your face "The only way you can disappoint me is by not trying. I want what's best for you and we both know that's not continuing to live in this place alone."

Immediately you glanced at Sebastian sleeping peacefully in the loveseat. "Can I take him with me? You know I'm not going anywhere without him."

Tony pretended to think about it. "You know he hates me, right?"

"He doesn't hate you. He's just jealous of me." You corrected him.

Tony smirked "You can take him, but he will have to stay in your room the whole time. It's not safe for him to be loose in the tower."

“Is it safe for me? I mean, with your weird friends there?”

Tony nodded “I’ll be there to protect you from them, don’t worry.”

Tony pulled you into his arms and you finished watching the movie like that, feeling safe in his arms and with a sense that somehow everything would be okay.

You sighed finally surrendering.

"Then the answer is yes."

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