#Iron Man Imagine

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Talk dirty to me

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

WORD COUNT | 5K

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

RATING | Explicit (E)

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

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

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

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

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's your color now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s child

Tony Stark x child!reader

warnings: alcohol ment,

a/n: so i just really think that the concept of tony having the party kid as opposed to nerdy avenger kid would be a really cool idea to explore teehee. most of this does actually take place pre-avengers tho!!

prompt:

you we’re quite the exhausting kid

“is this really how it felt to raise me?” -tony

many of nights he’d find your bed empty, you’d snuck out to go have your fun as teenagers do

“yeah, boss, i imagine it was” -happy

you always showed back up in one piece (like him) and besides a little slap on the wrist you didn’t get much discipline

actually, it usually went like:

“so, where did you go off to last night?” -tony

“a party” -you

“really? didn’t want to loop me in before you snuck out…again?”

“last time i told you about a party you showed up!”

“uh—yeah, but it’s not like i went all dad on you and dragged you away or anything”

“yeah, you joined the party and offered to buy teenagers more booze”

“hey, they all loved you after that! and they couldn’t get enough of my classic dance moves” -tony, jokingly doing the sprinkler with one arm “but seriously, let me know next time”

“we’ll see about that” -you

^the above conversion went about the same every time

sometimes for entertainment purposes you’d try a little harder, throw a few pillows under the covers to make it look like you were still home to put a smile on tony’s face

“aw, y/n reminds me so much of me” -tony

tony was still partying at this point so you’d flip the script on him from time to time

“you were out late” -you

“what are you, a cop? leave me alone. actually, can you get me some aspirin and water?” -tony

“sure, one or two” -you

“make it three” -tony

he would nurse your occasional hangovers (what a great dad!)

okay, he didn’t always know when you were gone. he was busy a lot of the time with his own business and extracurriculars so you guys did just kinda do your own thing for certain stretches of time

honestly you could be a bit of a klepto in the best of ways

but only to tony and only for fun

“oh, great, where’s my car?” -tony

“which one?” -pepper

“the black one!” -tony

“be more specific” -pepper

“the only one missing from my garage!” -tony

“yeah, i know, just wanted to give you some more time to think about it” -pepper

“i changed the code on the lockbox like, five times this week. did they hotwire it?” -tony

“we are talking about your kid, right? pretty sure they just hacked it” -pepper

“i am…so proud” -tony

you MAY have gotten a few close calls with authorities, but nothing tony couldn’t handle

and up until tony’s accident, the phrase “you’re going to give me a heart attack” was silly and endearing

“you might actually give me a heart attack, y/n, give a guy some warning or just say please for god’s sake” -tony, now comes with an arc reactor in his chest

“sorry” -you

“what—huh—didn’t hear ya, wanna say that a little louder?” -tony, very sarcastically

i tell ya when he got that armor u couldn’t tell if u were gonna flip out at him or invite him to a party

or steal it for…you didn’t even know what

but tony was 3 steps ahead of you when all this came to be

and you weren’t very interested in weapons, still just parties and dumb fun for you

“dad, i dont wanna be a nerd, will you just let me go out?” -you

“come on! just help me in the lab a few hours, what’s it gonna hurt?” -tony

“my social status” -you

“might i remind you you’re a stark? i think you’ll live if you miss one party” -tony

“you’d be surprised” -you

“hey, i almost died! give your old man a break” -tony

once tony got involved with SHIELD and the avengers he got even busier really

and in came the parenting advice from fury, clint, nat, steve

“hey, i don’t see you raising a teenager, back off” -tony

*clint side eye*

steve once tried to give you a good talking to, but you reminded him a great bit of your father with your stubbornness

“you done? i dont think you should be giving out any parenting tips fresh off the ice” -you

tony was kind of proud of you for sticking to your guns

especially around such powerful people

but you had a knack for that and could do it to practically anyone

mostly because you felt like an invincible teenager since you were raised by tony, who also thought himself an invincible teenager at one point

u tried to tone down giving tony grief when he started having panic attacks

since u accidentally caused a few by pushing boundaries and staying out for several nights in a row

cuz as tony gained more enemies, he thought you’d be in more danger

which was true

“happy, you’re y/n’s personal bodyguard” -tony

“no!” -you

“uh, cool? any fun parties planned tonight? i’ll be the designated driver. god knows i’ve been tony’s too many times” -happy

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (This is SUCH a snarky starky line)

with Tony x Personal Assistant Reader? 👀

So wrong

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Warning: 18+ smut

🍁🍂 Kinktober 2024 🍂🍁

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The quiet buzz of the party could be heard at a distance, not that it was an active thought for you at the moment.

Your mind had stopped functioning about two martinis ago and was now about to combust given the situation you had landed yourself in. Dress hiked up, panties dangling over an ankle while the man you worked for, aka your boss, aka the famous Tony Stark was knelt between your legs.

“This is wrong…” you whispered as your chest rose and fell, unable to move away from his touch as his hands massaged your thighs, nipping your flushed skin just to elicit a reaction from you.

“So wrong.”

Tony nodded in agreement, doing absolutely nothing to let you go, knowing he probably should. You were his assistant.

His perfect assistant who made his life easier, someone he could rely on for everything. He knew if things went south, he wouldn’t want to lose you. And yet, here he was, drunk on you, the sight of your glistening pussy waiting to be devoured by him.

A gasp left your lips when his nose brushed against the hood of your clit, pushing it up until you were completely exposed. He let out a soft grunt as you anchored yourself by grabbing his hair, bringing him closer to your dripping cunt, all sense of reasoning now out of the window.

You needed him. And he knew that.

He got to work diligently, lapping up your juices hungrily while your legs threatened to close around his head. The man had a reputation for a reason, now you knew. He was just that good.

While you were in the throes of passion, the rational part of your brain registered incoming footsteps that were heading towards the unlocked bathroom door. A needy whine from you only pushing Tony further to test just how many delicious sounds you were capable of making.

“I—I think someone’s coming, Tony.” You stuttered, heels digging into his back while he did nothing to stop and pay attention to your words. It was like he was a man on a mission.

Your pussy ached for more as his tongue plunged into your entrance, drawing out sinful moans while his fingers dug into your soft flesh, holding your legs open.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noises you were making.” Tony smirked, turning your cheeks warm at the sight of his beard now shining with your arousal, brown eyes darkened with lust.

“I just thought someone was coming..” you repeated, not believing how meek your voice sounded.

He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal if you two were caught in the act. It wasn’t like the most prolific members of the society and press were right outside. Would such a scandal even matter to Tony Stark? Nope. He had done worse.

“I’ll tell you the only person who will be coming is you, my gorgeous assistant, over and over again until your legs give out. Then I’ll get to carry you home and do this all over again.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Missing

MAIN MASTERLIST / MARVEL MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Summary: Pepper breaks up with Tony and you're there to pick up the pieces.

Warning: heartbreak, kidnapping, torture, PTSD

Notes: I don't know why I'm so nervous, but I hope that people enjoy this one.

You stood outside the lab, staring at Tony through the glass wall. Your fingers tapped nervously on your arm as you watched Tony design yet another new suit. Pepper had broken up with Tony three weeks ago and in that time Tony had left the lab twice and built seven new suits. And you seemed to be the only one worried about him.

Making your way down to the common floor, you noted how most of the Team was there, doing various things. You made your way to the kitchen area and began pulling items needed to make Tony some lunch.

“Oh! Are you making food?” Sam asked excitedly, plopping onto one of the kitchen barstools. 

“Not for you,” you responded, still working. “Tony needs to eat.”

“Is Stark still locked away in his lab?” Steve asked from the couch.

“Yes, and I’m getting beyond worried.”

“No need,” Natasha chimed in. “This is just what he does.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You grabbed a bag and began stuffing various cold drinks in it to restock Tony’s fridge in his lab.

“He’s an adult, Y/N,” Sam said. “Somethings he has to figure out on his own.”

“You know, for heroes, you sure give up on helping your supposed friends real fast.” 

You grabbed the lunch for Tony and your bag before heading back to the lab. You weren’t happy to see that Tony hadn’t moved in the time that you’d been gone. Pressing your hand to the pad near the door, you silently prayed that JARVIS would let you in like the AI would often do despite Tony’s wishes. You let out a breath of relief when you heard the door unlock. You pushed it open and headed for Tony’s workbench.

“Brought lunch,” you told him. “I also brought some water bottles and your other healthy drinks to restock your fridge. I saw you were running low.”

Tony didn’t respond, eyes focused on the screens in front of you. You let yourself study his face for a moment. The deep purple bags under his eyes. The sunken features of his face, even his shoulders and arms were proof of the lost weight. 

You set the food down at his desk and headed to the fridge. You sighed when you noticed that it was full but with beer. Tony used to despise beer, saying that it was too cheap for him. Now it was practically all he was consuming. Quickly, you replaced the beer with the drinks you brought. You grabbed a trash can and began to pick up the lab, scattered with cans and bottles.

“You don’t need to do that,” Tony’s voice was hoarse from barely using it since getting heartbroken by Pepper.

“I know,” you responded with a small smile, “but I want to.”

Tony went back to work and you went back to cleaning. After you had finished what you could, you noticed that he hadn’t eaten yet.

“Tony,” you sighed, coming over. “You need to eat.” The closer you got, the more you realized that he smelled. “You also need a shower.”

“I’m busy,” he grumbled.

“I’m not leaving until you eat and get in the shower.”

“Y/N—“

“I’m not joking, Stark. Eat the food before I force you to.”

You glared at Tony until he let out a grunt and reached for the food. At first, his bites were small and slow but quickly grew larger and faster. It relieved you to see him finally eat something.

“Now, you need a shower,” you said once he was finished devouring the food. “I’ll run and get you clothes.”

“Fine,” he huffed. He got up from his stool and headed over to the bathroom attached to his lab. “But be quick.”

~~~

This became the routine for the next two and a half weeks. You even had begun helping Tony with his new suits, silently passing him tools as he needed. You never pushed him to talk, you knew that Tony needed lots of time to come to grips with everything. Especially since he and Pepper had been together for years. Tony had stopped arguing with you about you helping him, and that actually concerned you. 

Tony playfully argued with you all the time before the breakup. You secretly enjoyed it due to the crush you had been harboring since you met the man. You were okay with being friends though, understanding that he couldn’t reciprocate your feelings. Even now, you were just okay with taking care of him. Someone had to and you were the only one willing to step up. Which is why you weren’t happy at all when Steve requested you for a mission.

“Seriously, no one else can do this, Steve?” You questioned, trying to keep your anger at bay.

“Missions are on a rotation and you're next. It’s only fair—“

“Fair?! Tony’s not going on missions.”

“Tony’s never been in the rotation. He goes as he pleases. It’s your turn.”

“I need to stay and look after Tony.”

Steve sighed. “Tony can look after himself. I know you’re worried about him, Y/N, but he’s fine. This is just what he does.”

“That doesn’t make it okay! Steve—“

“I expect you packed and out of here by morning. That’s an order.”

You clenched your jaw and stepped back from Steve. “Whatever you saw, Captain.”

You turned and stormed off, leaving Steve feeling a little guilty for ordering you like that. Heading straight for the kitchen, you began to cook multiple meals that you could have ready for Tony to warm up. In the little time you had until your mission, you needed to make sure that Tony was going to be taken care of while you were gone.

After a long afternoon of cooking, you brought up many containers of food to Tony’s lab. By the looks of it, he was working on yet another new suit and hadn’t taken care of himself today.

“Hi, Tony,” you greeted as you entered the lab and headed straight for his fridge. You quickly began placing the containers of food in the appliance. 

Tony briefly glanced up to see what you were doing before focusing back on his work. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he was beginning to enjoy the company you gave him and the care you took with him. Even though parts of him still wanted to be left alone.

“Okay,” you said as you closed the freezer and headed towards Tony. “You’re all stocked up. You should have enough meals for lunch and dinner for about two weeks.”

Tony’s brows furrowed as he allowed himself to fully look at you for the first time in weeks. “What are you talking about?”

You tried not to be too excited that Tony was giving you his full attention. “I’m leaving on a mission in the morning.” You saw something flash in Tony’s eyes. Sadness? Disappointment? “Steve isn’t giving me a choice. But I made your meals and they’re all in here so that you don’t have to leave the lab.”

“Right,” Tony muttered as he went back to focusing on his work.

“Tony,” you came closer to him, hoping to regain his attention. “I need you to take care of yourself when I’m gone. Eat, drink, bathe. Maybe even leave the lab.” Tony didn’t respond. “Just… try. One thing, okay? For me?” He still gave you nothing, causing you to sigh. “Baby steps. Nothing big.” You leaned over and kissed his bearded cheek. “I’ll hurry back. I promise.”

You quickly took your leave. Tony sat completely still, thinking about your lips against his bearded cheek. He didn’t want you to leave, to go on a mission without him being in the right mindset. What if something went wrong and he wasn’t able to help you? You shouldn’t be going on this mission. Not now. But he didn’t have enough energy to go and fight Steve on this. Not that the Captain would listen anyway.

~~~

The morning came all too soon for you and Tony. Tony watched from the security feed, you pack up and head out on the quinjet. He had showered and stood by the door of the lab before you flew off, wanting to head down and wish you luck, but he couldn’t get himself to open the lab door. Once you were gone, Tony went back to his worktable and continued to work. His stomach growled around lunch time and your voice rang his his head. 

“I need you to take care of yourself when I’m gone. Eat, drink, bathe.”

With a sigh, Tony pushed himself to stand and headed for the fridge. He grabbed the first container he could, his thumb brushed over something attached to the top of it. It was a sticky note with a handwritten message from you.

I’m so proud of you.

Glancing around the fridge, he noticed all the containers you had left had notes on them. He couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips.

Tony suddenly became excited for meals, hopeful for what your messages said. It wasn’t long before he began using one of the glass walls to place the sticky notes on. He began to shower every day and eat and drink regularly. He made sure that most of what he drank was water, not just alcohol and coffee. Tony kept a screen up with your mission updates. 

About a week and a half into your mission, you updated the Team that you’d been home in two days. Tony grew excited that you were coming back, having missed you so much that his thoughts of Pepper had died down. 

Without even thinking about it, Tony left the lab and headed to his room. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was longer than normal and a full beard had grown over his face. The purple bags under his eyes were large. Before he knew it, Tony had one of his suits trim his hair, he had shaved his beard, leaving his normal goatee, and had fallen asleep in his bed. 

When Tony woke up, he had slept for almost twenty-four hours and there was a renewed energy in him. Tony got up, got ready for the day, and immediately got to cleaning up his lab. He needed to make sure that everything looked good for your homecoming. Once everything was cleaned up, Tony decided to go out and pick you up some flowers.

The moment Tony stepped out of the flower shop with multiple bouquets in his arms, he could sense that something was wrong. His senses were on high alert as he began heading back to the Tower but he wasn’t prepared to be pulled into an alley and quickly drugged up. The flowers went everywhere as he fought until the darkness took hold.

~~~

The mission was an easy success, but you were still a bundle of nerves as you landed at the Tower. Had Tony taken care of himself? And if he hadn’t, was he still alive? Steve was waiting for you as you headed out of the quinjet.

“Well done,” he complimented. “You—“

“Where’s Tony?” You quickly cut him off. “Is he alright?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“You guess? Seriously, Steve, Tony is your teammate.” You shook your head in disappointment. “I’m going to check on him.”

“We need to debrief—“

“Screw you, Rogers. The debrief can wait.”

~~~

The lab was empty when you arrived. You were surprised by that and by how clean it was. 

“Tony?” You called, making sure he wasn’t in there. 

You turned and froze when you caught sight of all your notes hanging up on one of the glass walls. Your heart swelled at the thought of Tony enjoying the notes and taking care of himself by eating the meals you had prepared. Though, you still checked the fridge and freezer to make sure he had eaten them. You wanted to cry at the sight of the empty appliance. 

“JARVIS,” you summoned the AI, “where’s Tony?”

“I’m afraid something has happened,” the AI responded and your heart quickly dropped.

“What’s going on?”

“Mr. Stark seems to be missing.”

“Missing? What the hell are you talking about?”

“He left the Tower early this morning to get flowers but he never returned. I haven’t been able to track him besides the street camera footage that I have just received and pulled up on the screen.”

You quickly sat down on Tony’s stool and watched the video footage. Tony exited the flower shop with too many bouquets in his arms. You couldn’t help but briefly wonder who they were for. A selfish part of you hoped that they had been meant for you. Before you could continue thinking about the flowers, you watched as Tony was pulled into an alley. He fought against the large men grabbing at him but he had been drugged. As soon as Tony fainted, he was placed in a large, blacked-out SUV.

“JARVIS, I need to know where that SUV went,” you demanded.

“I have mapped out the route,” JARVIS stated as a map appeared on the screen, outlining the route of the SUV.

“Ready the quinjet with the directions. I’ve got to go find Tony.”

~~~

Tony gasped as his head was pulled out of the large tub of ice water. His lungs were burning as were his throat and nose. His arms were tied behind his back and there were two men continually dunking him in and out of the ice water. Those who had taken him had yet to tell him what they wanted, and he expected that they would have their fun with him first.

With another push into the water, Tony tried to keep his thoughts away from the panic and PTSD surge. He had this happen to him before, years ago in that cave that changed him. Instead of focusing on the pain — past and current— Tony tried his best to focus on you. He hoped that you had gotten home from your mission safely. And that, maybe, you had noticed he was gone. The other members of the Team seemed to not notice him, especially since Pepper broke his heart. Tony could only hope that you would take notice.

~~~

“Hey!” Steve yelled as he jogged toward you. “JARVIS just told me you were taking the quinjet.”

“Yes,” you responded, curtly. You were headed for the weapons room.

“I need it for—“

“Don’t care. Because of you and the other idiots we consider a Team, Tony is missing.”

“Missing? Tony’s not missing. He’s probably just at a bar or—“

You stopped suddenly, causing Steve to almost trip over his feet. “JARVIS can pull up the footage for you. Tony was kidnapped and I’m going to go recuse him.”

“Alone? You can’t—“

“SHUT UP ROGERS! I don’t want to hear it. You and the others are—UGH! If Tony didn’t need help right now, I would be kicking all of you to the curb! Tony is our teammate! Our friend! And because you all believed this was ‘normal’ or that Tony just needed time, he was kidnapped! I am going to go rescue him and bring him home. Alone. The rest of you better stay out of my way when I get back.”

~~~

Tony was strapped to a metal table, bloodied and bruised, grateful to be away from the ice water. He was fighting to stay conscious despite the gunshots that began to sound outside the room he was held in. The door to the room kicked open with a bang and Tony clenched his eyes shut, trying to prepare for whatever may happen next.

You at to bite back the tears that threatened to spill at the sight of Tony, tied up and completely helpless. You took the steps needed to be near him, hands hovering above him, not knowing if he wanted your touch.

“Tony,” you breathed out. “Tony, honey, it’s me.”

Slowly, Tony’s eyes opened and fell on you. He almost didn’t believe you were real. But the concern in your watery eyes told him that you were very real.

“Oh, Tony,” you whispered, hands still hovering above him.

“I left the lab,” he rasped.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “This is not what I meant when I said you needed to leave the lab.” You took out your knife from your belt and cut the straps from him. “Can you stand?”

“I think so,” Tony nodded as he sat up. He stood off the table, only for his knees to buckle. 

You quickly caught him. “I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here.”

~~~

The Team was waiting for you with the med-bay team when the quinjet landed. The med-bay team rushed on the quinjet and pushed Tony out on a stretcher. You were right beside Tony, his hand holding yours like it was what was keeping him alive. Natasha and Steve stepped up and opened their mouths but you glared at them before they could say anything.

You made sure the med-bay room was shut before the Team could join. Tony didn’t need those fake friends right now. The doctors quickly gave him a check-up, medicine, and bandages before leaving him and you in the room. Tony fell asleep with you still holding his hand. It was a few hours before you decided to pull the Team into the common room.

“I have never been so disappointed in my life,” your voice was scarily cold and firm. “For a team of heroes, you are truly the worst friends ever.”

“In our defense,” Sam bravely spoke up, “Tony doesn’t handle things well and—“

“I swear, if I hear another shitty excuse from any of you, I will seriously harm every single one of you. I don’t want to hear any of it. Tony has done nothing but help eat of you. Given you money, a place to stay, new suits, and weapons. Tony buys the groceries and makes sure that each of our favorite things makes the list. He has things fixed before we can complain, whether he does it himself or calls someone in. Tony is always looking out for each one of us. But when he needed us, none of you cared. None of you were there.”

“Y/N,” Bruce timidly spoke up. “We’re so sorry.”

“I am not the one you need to apologize to. Tony needs—“

“Excuse the interruption,” JARVIS said, “but it seems that Mr. Stark is in distress.”

You were running to the med-bay before JARVIS could even finish. The others were right behind you but stopped outside the room, allowing you to go in alone. Tony was thrashing around on the bed, sweat making his skin shiny. He was crying out as you came to his side. Your hands found his face, holding it carefully.

“Tony, wake up,” you said. “I’m right here, you’re safe. Wake up.”

Tony gasped awake, eyes frantically searching the room until they found you. “Y/N.”

“I’m here.” His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him. “I’m right here.”

The Team watched, extremely guilt-ridden. Tony deserved better from them, you were right. But this wasn’t going to be an easy fix by any means.

~~~

The nightmares happened every night. You ended up sleeping on a chair next to him, even when he was released from the med-bay and allowed back to his room. By every morning, you would be lying in Tony’s bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly after you tried to soothe his nightmares.

The Team had started shaping up and caring again. Though, you were more skeptical about it than Tony. Tony quickly forgave, wanting to put it all in the past. You continued to glare and ignore the others when Tony wasn’t around.

The two of you would spend your days in the lab, working together on whatever Tony wanted to. The two of you would talk about everything besides Tony’s break-up and his kidnapping. You knew he should talk about it, but you weren’t going to pressure him.

“Every time I close my eyes, I get thrown back there,” Tony admitted one night after you had helped him wake up from his nightmare. Your head was resting on his chest as he held you close. “I get thrown back to that cave… even after all these years…”

“I’m so sorry, Tony,” you told him. “I wish I could take those memories from you.”

“I don’t wish them upon anyone.” He kissed your head. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You looked up at him. “For what?”

“For always being there for me. For forcing me to take care of myself.”

“Tony, I will always do that for you.”

“You know, I was on my way back with flowers before I was taken.”

“Yeah?”

“They were for you.”

“Really?”

“I was trying to thank you and I guess I should have figured out a different plan.”

“I would have loved them… mainly because they were from you.”

“Y/N… you were the only reason I survived those hours… I had hope that you’d find me.”

“I will always find you, Tony… however you may be missing.”

Tony’s gaze fell to your lips. You got the hint and leaned up and kissed him. He held you closer as the two of you kissed. When you separated, he kissed your forehead.

“So… when can I expect replacement flowers?”

Tony laughed. “How about tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date."

[animealways]

tony and his child

tony: i recently found out mickey mouse has a kid

y/n with a major voice crack: wHaT?!

tony: you didn't know this?

y/n: nO!

tony: wait i need to look up the name as well its so funny

y/n: oH mAh gAd this is just as bad when i found out hello kitty has a boyfriend

tony now with a major voice crack: hElLo KiTtY hAs A bOyFrIeNd?!?

y/n: hello kitty has a boyfriend!

[larcenywrites]

How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

[cottagecheese1]

A angst request where tony stark visiting his little sister reader in the hospital, stage 3 Leukemia cancer. Tony tells her about everything including being ironman and his team. Sister stark! reader gets to meet his team

Nice surprise

a/n- the end was a bit rushed but i am currently going through my drafts

Tony sat at his desk zeroed in on a mission a report that he’s set off to the side for weeks and weeks, not worried about if another shield agent called his phone asking for the mission report like some landlord begging for rent, but that was ok because Tony never really worried about much, the reasoning behind this was because he had pretty much all the money in the world to fix whatever issue that popped up. That was until that one call from the hospital when the doctor said his little sister had Cancer and there was pretty much nothing he could do about it except hope for the best. That was a problem money couldn’t fix, well he tried anyway, paying for all of the treatments known to mankind but still no positive result occurred.

When Tonys mind drifted to the thought of his sick little sister, FRIDAY suddenly came on “Mr. Stark you have a call from doctor Reyes” Tony suddenly shot up from his seat. That was your doctor, did something go wrong? What if something terrible happened to you? Tony took a deep breath and paced around the room.

“Put him on speaker friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark”

Suddenly the doctors familiar voice echoed around the room

“Mr. Stark I have good news and bad news about your sister” The doctor spoke firmly but Tony could hear the nervousness in his voice as the doctor spoke.

“Give me the good news first Reyes”

“Good news, we have been seeing improvements from the treatments, and we think if she can fight it off a little longer before she gets to stage four, we might be able to get most of the Cancerous cells out of her body before they spread even more.”

Tony sighed and smiled a little bit, he was glad there was going to be a little light in this situation, so that it would give him hope that the bad news wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.

“I am very relieved to hear that doctor Reyes, and what about the bad news?”

“Unfortunately, your sister has moved on to stage three leukemia cancer, and who knows how long until she gets to stage four, but we were hoping you could come in and visit her. She took the news pretty hard and has asked to see you all day today. I think it would make her day but we do not want to hassle you Mr. Stark, we know you are a busy man.”

As soon as the doctor said that you’ve asked to see him all day, Tony was already halfway putting his jacket on and out the office door, Tony quickly respond with “Thank you doctor Reyes, I will be there in about ten minutes”, once the call ended, Tony practically sprinted out the front doors of the compound, rushing to his car quickly.

When Tony pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he was able to gather himself again. As many times as he visited you, it was hard, harder than almost everything else he’s ever done or fought, but he had to have hope for you because Tony loved you with his whole heart, you’re some of his only family left, his rock, the one person that stuck beside him when everyone else left. He pretty much couldn’t live without you.

Tony checked into the hospital counter and signed his name on the visitor sheet, and made his way down the hallway, with a teddy bear in hand and since He’s visited you one too many times, he practically knows the hospital like the back of his hand.

Once Tony gets to your room and opens the door slowly, he sees you look at the direction of the door and you shoot up from your bed happily “Tony!! I missed you, what are you doing here?” Tony chuckled and bent down in front of your bed to give you a hug. “Hey kiddo, I just came by to see how you were doing, I missed you” Your mood seemed to drastically change when he said that. “Doctor Reyes told you to come didn’t he..” Tony stopped and sat down in the chair next to your bed and held your hand.

“Yes, yes he did but that does not mean I don’t want to see my favorite little sister, I love you okay?”

You seemed to crack a smile that made Tony's grin light up also “I’m your only little sister”, you responded with a bit of laughter in your voice

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

Silence seemed to take over the room as you finished up your multitude of questions for your brother, Tony seemed to have one of his own, he then asked “If you would want to do anything in the whole world, what would it be?” you smiled and pretended to have a pondering look on your face then answered “I probably would want to meet the avengers, especially Captain america and Iron man”, Tony perked up and grinned and looked around then back to you.

“Well, would you like to hear a really really awesome secret..but you can’t tell anybody okay?” You looked at your brother intently while he spoke and nodded your head quickly, eyebrows furrowed. “Tell me, tell me, I promise to keep it a secret”, Tony smiled then said

“I’m Iron man..”

You looked at him suspiciously and said “Nuh uh, prove it.”, Tony stood up and pushed a button that summoned the suit onto his body then quickly took it off, looking down at you while your eyes were widened in awestruck he spoke “Do you believe me now?”, you looked at him and questions started to flow out of your mouth.

“Does that mean your friends with the avengers?”

“Have you fought any monster aliens?”

“Do you know Captain America?”

“Have you been to space!?��

Tony laughed and pushed you gently so your back was resting against the bed “Yes, to all of those questions, but-”, Tony got cut off right in the middle of his sentence as a feminine voice interrupted “Um, I am so sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are now closed, if you would be kind enough to make yourself out, thank you”, Tony nodded and went over to your bed to give you a quick peck on your head and whisper something in your ear, and you seemed to nod excitedly at the information spilled to you.

The next day Tony had made arrangements to make a perfect visiting time and clear all of the other avengers schedules for you to meet them, he knew this would mean a lot to you and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure this was perfect.

Tony got to the hospital with two other cars following him, all the avengers known, packed in three cars and he couldn’t wait to see the smile on your face, Tony then spoke “I’m sorry I had to disturb anyone's plans, but I know this would mean a lot to my sister, she’s just a kid that got handed a rough hand”, Steve responded with a sympathetic look on his face and responded “it’s really no trouble Tony, we’ve all agreed that we would do anything just to make it a little bit better for her” the others around him seemed to nod in agreement “but still, thank you all”, Steve smiled back “anytime Stark”.

While walking into the hospital, and checking into the visitors sheet seemed to take twice as long, Tony knew the look on your face would all be worth it. As they all stood in front of the door to your room he opened it slowly and you popped up quickly.

“Tony! You’re back!”

“I am back, but I have some friends with me also”

You tilted your head, until room people walked through the door and you gasped with a wide grin on your face.

“Thank you Tony! You’re the best big brother ever, I love you so much”

Tony went over to hug you, and all the avengers watched in awe at how loving their boss could be, but soon enough they all sat next to you, ready to answer any questions that you may have had, and they all stayed until visiting time was over, while you were sad they had to leave as they gave you their goodbye hugs. The only person in the room left at the end was Tony, as he came over and sat next to you. You felt your eyes tear up and gave your brother a tight hug then spoke

“Thank you Tony, you really don’t know how much this means to me, I love you”

“I love you even more, but I always want you to know that I would travel the moon and back for you”

[samdeancass]

Morning Sex

Requested by Anonymous

Prompt: #13 and #28 from my Smut Prompt List - “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” and “You’re so tight.”

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Tony, Y/N

Description: Tony and Y/N have been very busy lately and haven’t had any time with each other. They make the most of having the morning off together.

It was rare that you and Tony had a day off together, given that you were the CEO of Stark Industries and he was always off fighting other worldly threats so you relished in the moments that you had together, including this morning.

You were awake but you hadn’t opened your eyes yet, not ready to be intruded by the bright morning light. However, your mouth turned upwards into a smile when you sensed someone was watching you. “I know your watching me, Tony, and it’s creepy. You should get another hobby.” 

You opened your eyes to Tony smirking at you, letting out a little chuckle. “Why is it creepy for me to watch my beautiful girlfriend sleep, eh? I think it’s romantic.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “It just is, creep.” Then, without any warning, Tony rolled on top of you and began to tickle you in all the spots he knew you were ticklish. You struggled to get away under his weight but you weren’t moving. “You can’t get away from me, Y/N. You’re stuck with me.”

He leaned down and gave you a long kiss on your lips, one that left you wanting more. You groaned when he moved away, your bottom lip jutting out. “Aww, baby. Do you want me to kiss you again?” You nodded silently as he smiled, leaning down to kiss your lips again. He moved from your lips down to your neck then traveled down your naked torso and stopped just below your navel, earning a huff from you.

“You really know how to tease a girl, don’t you?” He flashed you a cheeky smile before crawling back up your body to meet your eyes. “You know you love it. Makes you want me more.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re so cocky.” “Yeah, but you love me for it.” His hands slid underneath you and splayed out across your back as he pulled you with him to sit up. You both leaned in and kissed, soft and loving at first, but they soon turned sloppy and lustful. You both fought for dominance but Tony won, as he always does. 

One of his hands travelled from your back to your breast where he tweeked your nipple, earning a breathy moan from you. In return your fingers found the hairs at the nape of his neck and tugged, earning a low moan from him. You could feel his erection growing as it hit your knee. Much to your dismay Tony moved away and lay down on the other side of the bed, motioning for you to follow.

You straddled Tony, leaning down slowly to kiss him, pulling at his lower lip. Your hands travelled down his torso until they met his erection, a smile tugging at the edges of your mouth. You shuffled down his body until you were facing his dick, licking the pre-cum off the top. 

You hollowed your cheeks out before taking him in, the tip reaching the back of your throat. You put your hand at the base of his cock and began to pump, swiftly moving your hand up and down. He moaned as you began to suck him off, his dick twitching in your mouth. You knew he was close which was why you stopped, an evil smirk on your face. 

He sat up straight away, clearly frustrated. “You can’t just do that to a man then stop just as he’s about to blow, that’s not fair.” You pushed him back down before shuffling back up, leaning on his chest. “That’s what you get for being a creep.” Tony pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled. “I really have met my match with you, haven’t I?” You were about to lean down to kiss him when he flipped you over, holding your arms at the side of your head with a tight grip.

With no warning, Tony entered you and moved at an inhuman pace, hissing as you adjusted to him. “You’re so tight, princess.” You were struggling in his grip as he rammed into you, desperate to touch him. You could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach and you moaned, closing your eyes. 

One of Tony’s hands moved to your cheek, his thumb travelling along your cheekbone. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” Your eyes fluttered open and met his chocolate ones as he leaned down to kiss you, thrusting harder than before. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm crashed through you, your body shaking with the force. 

Tony didn’t let up though, determined to get another orgasm out of you. He moved his other hand from your wrist down to your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the overstimulation became too much. “Tony, I can’t”. He leaned down and kissed you again, rubbing comforting circles on your cheek. “Yes you can, sweetheart. Just one more.” 

Tony’s breathing became rapid as his orgasm built up. He thrusted hard into you before you both came together, both of your moans sounding angelic in the air. White, hot cum spurted inside you as he came, your body still shaking from the over-stimulation. He lay down on top of you, kissing your sweaty forehead.

“That’s my girl.” You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his brown locks. “We really should make more time for each other if this is what’s going to happen.” 

“Well, I am the owner of the company you work for. I could say that you’ve come down with a really bad illness and will be off for a week or two.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and what about the Avengers? I’m sure the threats won’t hold off so you can have a quick bunk up.” “They are completely capable of coping without me.”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you took time off, they nearly blew the planet up.” He chuckled at that. “I tweaked Jarvis to notify me if those knuckleheads screw anything up, so we’re all good.” He pulled out of you slowly and lay down in the empty space next to you, pulling you to his chest.

“You really have thought of everything, haven’t you?” He kissed the top of your head. “Always for my girl.”

Marvel Tags:

@redcoatgirl​

[lilylovelyxo]

*Peter and Y/N being scolded by Tony*

Peter sheepishly: “I’m sorry we skipped school.”

Tony: “You skipped school?!”

Peter: “Nooo…”

Y/N: “We were solving a murder.”

Tony: “Solving a murder is no reason to skip school.”

Y/N sarcastically: “Okay, Department of Education.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Tony picks up Y/N and Morgan from the police station…

Tony: Taking Morgan on a joy ride?!

Y/N: she wanted to go

Morgan: yeah we were on a quest for juice pops

Y/N: juice pops! I couldn’t say no to her!

Tony: Y/N what is wrong with you?

Y/N: well for one thing, you’re my dad

Tony:

[platonic-tony-stark]

Y/n: oh god I'm so full

Peter: I could puke

Both: *looking at Tony*

Tony: don't look at me I just paid, it was a buffet

[nicoline1998enilocin]

His innocent assistant

Pairing | Tony Stark x Lab Assistant!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 600 words

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

Rating | Explicit (E)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Read on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[moonlit-imagines]

Remember Me

Tony Stark x child!reader

warnings:

a/n: yo im literally writing these in order of my spotify shuffle im sitting in my car waiting for mt laundry to be done

prompt: anonymous: “hello! First I wanna start with a big congrats on 8k followers, that is quite the achievement!!! I have a request for a Tony stark x child!reader (Tony’s child) with the song Remember Me from the movie Coco. Maybe something like the reader seeing the message Tony left for them after the events of Endgame? Idk if this is any good or not, but I had an idea so I figured I’d put in a request! Thank you for reading and have a nice day :D”//Remember Me - Coco Soundtrack

You sat at the edge of your bed at about four in the morning, the video your dad left you playing on loop for the fortieth time in the dark room—volume low as not to wake the rest of the house.

“You can bet they’ll remember me, kid.” Tony’s hologram told you once more. “Question is—will you?” You wished you could reach out and touch him, but each time you tried your hand slipped through the image and your heart sank a little deeper.

A few tears were shed when you were alone. When all eyes were on you at the funeral you just couldn’t bare to let anyone see you cry. Especially not your sister, you wanted to be strong for her.

The genius asshole that he was, he knew exactly what would make you cry. He loaded that hologram message with about a dozen videos of him and you when you were younger. Trips, experiments, explosions, birthdays, fifth grade graduation, you name it.

“You crying yet, y/n?” The message cut back to him. “I am. You were a cute kid. You know it’s okay to cry, right? You always put on such a brave face. Maybe it was because you grew up around the Avengers, I wouldn’t want them to see me cry either. But you can, they don’t mind.” Tony’s eyes were looking at your wall—you turned the thing away from you a bit because it was weird—but from this angle you could see those little streaks of tears on his cheeks. “Don’t grow up to be like me. Be better. I know you can be. Love you, goof.”

The message began to play again and you shut it off. Then you sat in silence a little longer and went to sleep. After about twenty minutes of that, Morgan crawled into your bed and told you she loved you “three thousand.” She reminded you of Dad.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

As you can imagine, I have a request for our beloved and handsome man, Tony Stark, if it’s okay 🥺

Something with those two prompts, maybe something around “oh my god I was missing you so much” after a long mission or something? It’s up to you, my dear! Anything you give us will be amazing ❤️

Prompts:

-Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

-“I’m yours. Only yours.”

Post mission cuddles

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ little smut, loads of fluff.

🍁🍂 Kinktober 2024 🍂🍁

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Much of what happened since you two returned from a long missions was a blur. It had been taxing, leaving you both so exhausted that you pretty much crashed in bed after coming home.

Every passing mission was just a reminder to cherish what you had considering the risk of losing it all seemed imminent. You and Tony had both come home unscathed minus a few cuts and bruises but it often took a toll on your mental well being.

Such days often led you to hold on to what was too precious, both physically and figuratively. It was as if your bodies gravitated towards each other, craving that touch that brought so much comfort.

With your arm draped across Tony’s torso, you opened your eyes slightly, a small smile appearing on your lips at the sight of a peacefully asleep Tony Stark. It was almost criminal to wake him up but you knew he won’t object, especially not with what you had in mind.

Beginning with soft kisses against his stubbled cheek, you allowed your hand to roam freely beneath the sheets. He stirred almost immediately, a soft sigh left his lips as he snuggled closer to you.

“Good morning, Tones..” you murmured, smiling to yourself as his half mast cock twitched to attention, his arms tightening around you as residual sleep weaned away.

“Mmhmm. Missed you, sweetheart.”

What he meant was he’d missed waking up with you, it could be a rarity given the nature of your work, and Tony being Tony with his habit of spending unnatural hours tinkering.

You kept up with your teasing caresses, enjoying the reaction you were getting. Tony never shied away from being vocal when it came to sex, he loved letting you know how good you were making him feel.

All of a sudden, he flipped you so you were underneath him, his eyes held nothing but love and adoration as kissed the tip of your nose. Not that you’d pick and choose but this Tony was your favourite. Relaxed and loving. You were obsessed.

He swallowed the giggles that escaped you while he tickled your sides lightly, slanting his lips against yours in kiss that took your breath away. With fervent touches that were arousing, he peeled every last layer of clothing away until it was just your warm, flushed skin against his.

A breathy grunt he let out against your ear, one that travelled straight to your core as you gave him a few lazy strokes.; an involuntary gasp that you too let out when he teased your moist folds.

“I missed us.” Tony murmured against your neck, lining up against your entrance before sliding in ever so slowly. He wasn’t in a hurry, neither were you. You had all the time in the world to indulge each other.

It was your day off after all.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Sniffles

MAIN MASTERLIST / CHRONIC ILLNESS MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,765ish

Summary: You get sick which causes your arthritis to flare up. Tony is there to help you.

Notes: I literally cried while writing this because I was immobile just a few days ago because of my arthritis and getting sick at the same time. I also cried because I long to find a love that could care for me through my chronic illness. Unfortunately, because it's not visible, people don't believe me or end up growing tired of the issues. I can only hope that anyone who feels alone in their issues, finds this fic and finds some solace.

You groaned as you began to wake for the day. You winced as you swallowed, noting that your throat felt a bit raw. Taking a quick body inventory, you noticed that you had a slight headache and that your joints had a slight ache. You rolled over onto your side but quickly realized that was a mistake and sat up. 

“Excuse me, Miss,” FRIDAY’s voice rang throughout your room. “But you have a mission briefing in ten.”

“Shit,” you muttered. “Thanks, FRI.”

“My sensors are picking up elevated internal levels from you, Miss. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just need my arthritis meds and cold medicine.”

“Both can be found in the medicine cabinet in your bathroom.”

“Awesome,” you stretched as you stood up. 

You clenched your jaw as you slowly began to move through the pain. Once you got moving for a bit, you were able to handle it. You found the needed pills and took the water bottle from your bathroom counter to pour them down. 

As quickly as you could, you found an outfit for the day and headed to the conference room. You were the last one to arrive but you technically weren’t late. You found the empty seat towards the back, next to Tony. He shot you a smile with you returned it before the two of you focused on Steve.

The mission briefing wasn’t long as the Team was supposed to go on a routine mission later that day. Afterward, you all made your way to the common room. You began to make yourself a smoothie, hoping that you could stay clear of this cold before it got worse. As you worked, you coughed slightly and cleared your throat.

“Do you have the sniffles?” Tony asked, suddenly appearing beside you.

“Holy shit, Tony!” You exclaimed, having jumped.

“I don’t want to get sick.”

“I’m fine, other than you almost giving me a heart attack.” You coughed lightly into your sleeve. 

“I need you to wear a surgical mask until you’re feeling better. Is that okay?”

“Seriously Tony?”

He pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, stepping closer to you. His hand lifted and he used the back of it to feel your face. “You feel—“

“Fine,” you pushed his hand away. “I feel fine.”

“A bit warm.”

“Maybe because I’m growing angry at you.”

He put both his hands up as he stepped back. “I’m just trying to help, sweetheart.”

You scoffed. “Then finish making my smoothie for me.”

“Oh, no. I will not be touching anything you’ve touched for a least a week. Speaking of which, I need to go sanitize.”

“Germophobe!” You shouted after him as he disappeared.

“You two are adorable,” Natasha commented from her spot on the kitchen island. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you getting sick will finally cause him to make a move.” She smirked over her coffee. 

“That’s hilarious, Nat since he clearly can’t stand being around me with a barely there cough and a sore throat.”

“I’m just saying, maybe letting yourself get sick would be a good experiment.”

You sighed. Tony and you had been dancing around feelings for about a year now. The two of you were publicly flirtatious and often shared loving looks and touches. Neither of you were brave enough to fully act on anything though, leaving you both in this weird limbo.

“You’re forgetting, Nat, me getting sick is not a good experiment. My arthritis wouldn’t like that.”

“Yes, but then you’d get a chance to see if Tony would step in and take care of you.”

“Yeah, well, not a chance I’m willing to take.”

~~~

The mission was routine with a few Hydra thugs causing a bit of a problem. You tried to bite back the limp that your right hip and knee so badly wanted to show as you entered the quinjet. You practically collapsed into one of the bench seats. Tony entered, still in full Iron Man suit, and quickly came to your side.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m—“ you cut yourself off with a cough “—fine.”

“FRIDAY, give me a reading.”

“It seems like Agent Y/N is showing signs of a strong cold,” the AI responded.

“See? I told you that you were sick.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “The mission wore me out. My arthritis is acting up.”

“You didn’t think to tell anyone about your arthritis acting up?”

“Tony, I just need sleep.” 

Even with his face hidden behind the mask, you knew that Tony’s mouth was set in a thin line and that his jaw was clenched. He moved so that he was sitting beside you and pulled you into him.

“It’s a bit of a flight home,” he told you. “Rest and then we can fight about this more.”

You moved so that your head was resting on his armored thigh. With a closed-mouth cough, you shut your eyes and fell asleep. Tony kept a hand on your arm and gently on your head to keep you in place. He kept his eyes on the monitors in his mask, where FRIDAY was constantly updating him on your stats. He was growing angry at himself for not having you sit out on the mission and for not noticing that your arthritis was flaring up.

When the quinjet landed, you were still completely passed out and Tony didn’t want to chance your arthritis making walking difficult. As carefully as he could while still in the Iron Man suit, he lifted you into his arms and headed for your room. Natasha smirked as she watched from where she and Steve were sitting in the quinjet.

“And so the experiment begins.”

~~~

There was a sob already in your throat the moment you woke. You could barely let it out as your throat was so incredibly sore. Tears slipped through your closed eyes as it set in on how on fire your joints were. You were in so much pain that you wouldn’t dare try to move, which was saying something since you often fought through the joint pain.

“Agent Y/N,” FRIDAY softly broke through your room. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you replied before you could even think about it. “Please.”

The quick footsteps you heard down the hall singled to you who was on their way. Your door swung open and Tony was quickly at your side.

“FRIDAY said you needed help,” he said. “What can I do?”

“It hurts,” you cried. “Everything hurts.” You coughed, the tears falling harder at the movements.

“I’ll call a med team. We’ll have you moved—“

“No! No movements. Please… I can’t handle it.”

Tony looked you over. There was sweat forming on various parts of your body, mixing in with your tears. Your muscles were tense and your eyes clenched shut. Tony had seen you during an arthritic flare-up, but this was something else.

“FRIDAY? I need a diagnosis and what to do,” Tony demanded.

“It seems that Y/N has the flu with an arthritic flare-up on top of it,” the AI responded. “I have ordered an IV to be brought up with the needed medications and liquids.”

“Okay… Okay… Y/N, sweetheart, what can I do?”

“I don’t know,” you cried. “It just hurts.”

“I know, I know, sweetheart. FRIDAY is sending stuff up. It’ll be here soon.” 

Tony’s heart was breaking at the pain you were in. His hands hovered over you, hating that they couldn’t be of use. Tony knew from previous experience that physical touch could make your flare-up worse and he didn’t want to chance that.

“FRIDAY had me bring these up,” Bruce stated as he came into the room with a bin of items. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted softly once he reached you. “I’m going to put an IV in so that we can get some medicine and liquids in you.”

“No,” you whimpered. “Please, no… it’ll hurt…”

“Only for a second. I promise.”

“No… No… No—“

“I’ll be right here,” Tony said, one of his hands quickly taking yours. His other hand resting on your head, his thumb rubbing against your forehead. “I’m right here.”

“Tony…”

“Sshhh… It’s okay.”

“Alright, Y/N, I’m going to put in the IV needle,” Bruce stated.

You began crying harder, which triggered your coughing. Tony tried to soothe you through it while Bruce waited. You were still crying as the cough died.

“I’m right here,” Tony whispered, lips brushing against your forehead. He pressed kisses through the whispers. “I’ve got you… I know it hurts…” 

You whined as Bruce pressed the needle into your arm. “It hurts… stop…”

“I know, I know, honey.” He continued to whisper against your forehead.

Bruce worked as quickly as he could, getting the IV in you and injecting the medication. “Okay, I’m done,” he stated.

“He’s done, sweetheart. You did so good.” Tony turned to the man. “Thank you.”

Bruce nodded. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.” Then he left.

“The medicine shouldn’t take long to work,” Tony told you. “Don’t fight it and get some rest.”

“Please don’t leave…” you whined.

“I’m not planning on it.”

~~~

Tony kept his hands on you until he knew you were sound asleep. He then washed up and grabbed a damp cloth. He carefully wiped off any of your sweaty skin he could see.

“FRIDAY?” He quietly called when he returned to the bathroom. “Where does Y/N keep that arthritis cream?”

“Top drawer on your left,” replied the AI.

Tony followed the directions and opened the cream container. “FRIDAY, order two more cases of this. She’s almost out.”

“On it, Boss.”

He went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed beside you. Dipping his fingers into the cream, he began to slowly rub it on your joints. Tony began with your hands, making sure to massage each finger, before working up your arms to your shoulders and neck. He carefully did your toes, ankles, and knees. He wished that he could help you with your back and hips, but he felt like those spots would wake you due to the intrusion. 

After he made sure your joints had cream on them, Tony sat on the bed next to you, working on a tablet. He needed to keep his mind busy from worrying too much. Tony couldn’t stand a problem he couldn’t solve and your arthritis was one of those. He knew that the flu you had was making it worse. He could help calm the flu, but that didn’t mean your arthritis would react the same. So Tony had to distract his mind with things he could do about it.

In your time asleep, Tony designed a special med-pack for you. This med-pack would be placed in every quinjet, med-bay room, and Compound room that you used. He designed a new bed, that would better relieve the joint pain. Tony redesigned your bathroom, with your arthritis in mind, and would begin renovations himself as soon as you felt better. He did all of this with a back thought of hope, going to redesign his own bed and bathroom for you as well. That maybe, one day, you would require it in there as well.

You moaned and shifted, causing Tony to put the tablet down.

“Tony…” you rasped.

“I’m right here, honey,” he said.

You finally blinked your eyes open to look at him. “You stayed.”

“Of course I did.”

“I just thought… with me being sick and all…”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, well, it’s hard to stay away from you, sweetheart. Sickness or not.”

“Thank you… for being here.”

Tony smiled down at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Always… How are you feeling?”

“Still like hell, but better. Did you… did you put cream on my joints?”

“The just ones I could reach.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I had to do something, you know me. My hands have to stay busy. Are you hungry? Can I get you something?”

You swallowed, wincing at its soreness. “Um… soup.”

“Soup, coming right up.” He tapped his tablet a few times. “FRIDAY ordered soup from your favorite place and Happy is on his way to pick it up.”

“My favorite place, huh? And you know that how…?”

“It hurts that you don’t think I know you by now.”

You couldn’t help but note the emotions swirling in his big brown eyes. “I know,” you breathed out. “I know you know me…” 

You grimaced as you moved your arm up so that your hand was closer to Tony’s. He quickly got the hint and gently took your hand. The two of you stayed like that in silence until the soup had arrived. You thanked Happy before he left and then tried to sit up. You cried out and Tony was quickly there, helping you. He grabbed the extra pillows, putting them behind your back to stabilize you. 

“Is that okay?” He asked, already making a plan to dash for pillows if needed.

“It’s great,” you said, settling in. 

Tony out up and readied the soup. When he came back over, you grimaced as you lifted your hand to take the bowl.

“Nu-uh,” Tony shook his head. “You need to relax. I can handle this.”

“I’m not a baby, Tony.”

“I know, but you’re sick. Let me take care of you.”

“Alright, but you owe me. Next time I insist on taking care of you, you can’t fight me.”

He laughed. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

The first few spoonfuls of soup were tough to swallow. But Tony was patient with you and waited until you were ready before he fed you anymore. By the time you were done with the soup, you were worn out. Tony helped you lay back down before he injected the next round of meds and ate some soup himself.

“Tony,” you softly called.

“Yes, dear?” He responded.

“I’m glad you know things about me. It makes me feel safe… feel seen.”

“Y/N…” His fingers gently brushed down your face. “You are the only person I truly see. You are my light in the dark world. The reason why I continue to fight. The little things you do for me like making sure my coffee never runs out or the notes you leave around, make me feel seen and safe… Sweetheart, I love you.”

“You do?” Tears were welling up in your eyes.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“I love you, too.”

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words.” He leaned his forehead against yours, making sure your noses were touching. “I would totally kiss you right now if you didn’t have the sniffles.”

You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Tony quickly pulled away as your laughter turned into coughs. 

“You okay?” Tony wondered.

“Yeah,” you asked. “Just don’t make me laugh right now. It hurts too much.”

“Can do.” He kissed your forehead. “Do you need anything right now?”

“Sleep. Can you… can you hold my hand?”

“It’s the least I can do.” He went around the bed to sit down. Grabbing one of your hands, he pulled it up to kiss the back of it. “Get some rest.”

~~~

It took you forty-eight hours to start feeling okay again. Thankfully, Tony was there the whole time. Even when you needed to use the bathroom, Tony was there to help you. The first few times, you cried about how embarrassing it was, but he just kissed your tears away and told you that it was life.

When you started to feel better, Tony was there making sure you didn’t overdo it. You were grateful that he cared and didn’t fight it. Tony continued to stay in your room, sleeping beside you on the bed. The morning you woke feeling completely better, Tony was holding you close to his chest. This was the closest the two of you had gotten—physically—in ever. Carefully, you turned around in his arms and looked at him. You noticed some beads of sweat along his hairline.

“Tony?” You gently called. He groaned, burying his head into your neck. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Tony, how are you feeling?”

“I think I caught your sniffles,” his voice was hoarse and you knew exactly why.

“Yes, I think you did, babe.” Your hands raked through his hair. “But I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you the whole time.” You kissed his head. “I love you.”

“I wove you too…”

[animealways]

Tony: no matter what circumstances whatever you do never bet with my kid

Avengers: ok?

Later that day

Sam: hey!

Y/n standing on a balcony: what!?

Sam: i bet 10 bucks you won't ju-

Y/n jumps down from the third floor and only gets a broken foot: now where is my money bitch

Sam: wha da fu-

Tony: damn it! Not again how the fuck am i gonna explain this shit to pepper!?