#Robert downey jr fanfiction

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Birthday Boy | 750 follower special 💜

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT || 3.8K

SUMMARY || Robert's birthday is coming up, so you decide to share this special moment for just a few days away from the spotlight. During your trip, you have a special surprise for him that will make it one never to forget. To top it all off, you're throwing a surprise party when you two come back, complete with his Marvel co-stars, friends, family, and two beautiful children.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || RPF, established relationship, unspecified age gap, pregnancy reveal, referenced difficulty conceiving, surprise birthday party.

SMUT || Light teasing, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, grinding, hair pulling, handjob, oral (M receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written to celebrate Robert's 59th birthday a few days ago and my reaching 750 amazing followers! Unfortunately, I got very sick and couldn’t post it sooner, but I want you all to know that I am deeply grateful to you all, especially to my best friend and biggest supporter, @ccbsrmsf1. Getting to know you has been the highlight of my time on Tumblr, and I love you so much! 💜

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Neck Kisses Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Winter || The Polar Express

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @firefly-graphics || GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

"Welcome home," are the first words you say to Robert as you swing open the doors that belong to the cabin you have rented for the next couple of days. A thick layer of snow outside reminds you of The Polar Express - which happens to be one of your 18-month-old twin boys' favorite movies. As you step inside, you enter the living room, where a fire burns, creating a cozy vibe.

As soon as the door falls shut behind you two, Robert turns you around when the lock clicks into place, catching you off guard.

"Welcome home indeed, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips before kissing them firmly. You smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer as you two cherish the moment. It's nothing but you and him there for the next few days. When you pull away from his kiss, he pulls you close against his chest, his nose buried in your hair, and he gets a whiff of the vanilla shampoo you always use. It smells like you and has become his favorite scent since you two started seeing each other.

"Are you okay making us some food while I go unpack and put on something more comfortable?" you ask Robert, and he nods, already having an idea of what that might be. He still likes to be surprised, so he'll patiently wait to see what you have in store for him.

You quickly go to the large bedroom to get the lingerie you bought for this trip. You have another beautiful set at home as a birthday surprise, but to make this trip unforgettable, you have splurged on a brand new, bright red set that will surely blow your husband away. He has always told you he loves you most in red, so this is the perfect way to surprise him.

You put it on before grabbing one of Robert's shirts to finish the look. After a quick check in the mirror to touch up your make-up, you're ready to surprise your husband and look forward to his reaction.

Without saying a word, you make your way over to where he's sitting, and he quickly puts his phone away when your bare legs come into his field of vision, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze slowly rakes over your entire body, from your legs and thighs, over the curves of your breasts in the shirt to your face; every single inch of you is inspected.

A slight flush spreads over your cheeks at the attention he's giving you, and you take his hand when he reaches out. Your legs are placed on either side of his thighs as you straddle his lap, your chest resting against his as your faces are an inch apart at most.

"I don't know how you do it, but you manage to take my breath away daily, Gorgeous. And I feel like the luckiest man in the universe to have fallen in love with someone as beautiful, smart, and loving as you-" Robert tells you, his deep brown eyes focused on yours as you hang onto every word.

"And the fact that we have two amazing boys together is the cherry on top for me," he finished, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips glide the line of your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. Once he reaches the collar of his shirt, he straightens it out, and you release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

"But most of all, I feel very fortunate because you're mine."

With those words, he pulls you against his chest, your lips colliding in the kiss they've longed for from the moment you sat down. A heat is starting to surge between your legs, arousal building quickly at the way he shows his possessiveness and domination.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he repositions himself, his bulge pressing against your clothed core, exactly where you need him most. While he swallows the moan slipping from your lips, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and your hands glide from his chest around his neck and into his hair, letting your fingers glide through the soft strands.

Robert's fingers dig into your hips as he guides you over his clothed bulge, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. When he pushes his hips up as well, your grip on his hair tightens, making him groan in response.

You lean back a little with your hands on his shoulders as you work your hips in tandem with his, and Robert has to use every last bit of his restraint to hold back on his orgasm, wanting to save it for when he's buried deep inside your warm, tight pussy.

"D-Daddy, please, 'm so close!" you pant as you feel the pleasure in your body rise, your orgasm about to wash over you at the feeling of him. With a few more well-aimed thrusts, you're falling apart on his lap, and you soak your panties and your husband's pants in the process.

"Look at you, Gorgeous, so fucking beautiful when you cum for me like that. Working yourself on your Daddy's cock like that, you couldn't even wait until I'm buried so deep into your sweet, tight cunt before cumming? Such a needy little girl for Daddy," he tells you, and all you can do is nod in response.

You allow yourself to sag against his body, and Robert's hands rub your back soothingly as you come down from your high. His warm hands find their way under your shirt, and it's comforting to feel his large hands rubbing over your body.

His hands wander down before grabbing the hem of the fabric draped over your body, and he tugs on it a few times to let you know exactly what he wants.

"Let's have a look at what's underneath here, Gorgeous. I can only assume you didn't walk out here looking like this without having something special underneath," Robert says with a smirk and a raised brow, and the flush on your cheeks is back.

"You know me too well, Daddy," you whisper shyly before raising your arms. He pulls the fabric over your head to reveal a bright red set of lingerie that perfectly complements your skin, and your husband gasps softly at the sight in front of him.

His hands are back on you in an instant, and he lets them wander all over your body before his thumbs glide over the cups over your bra, feeling your hardened nipples through the lacey fabric. Soft moans leave your lips as he takes his sweet time with them, playing with your peaked buds until you're writhing on his lap, desperate for release again.

Your own hands glide over his abdomen and down to the button of his pants, popping it open without resistance. You're lucky that Robert usually prefers to forgo underwear, as it's too uncomfortable for him, meaning you're immediately greeted by his hard, bare cock.

"That's it, Gorgeous," Robert says as his head falls on the back of the couch, your hand wrapped around his cock as you work him up and down slowly, squeezing him just the way he likes. Taking your time to work his shaft, you feel every pulse of it, making him groan deeply when you give extra attention to his leaking, sensitive tip.

"G-Gorgeous, fuck, 'm gonna cum if you- oh god- don't stop," he pants out through gritted teeth, and you decide to have mercy on him, not wanting his sweet, delicious cum to go to waste after all. Without saying anything, you slide off his lap and onto the rug in front of the couch.

You look up at your husband through your lashes, biting your bottom lip as a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth. Your nails are raking over his still-clothed thighs, moving up to remove the offending piece of fabric that's very much in the way. Your husband lifts his hips to help accommodate taking off his pants, and soon after, his entire bottom half is bare. Perfect.

"It's so big, Daddy," you say in a soft whine, your brows knitted together as you wrap your hand around his cock again. He lets out a breathy chuckle, knowing you can easily take him in whatever way he pleases and in whatever hole he wants. But that doesn't mean you won't act a bit innocent occasionally.

"Hmm, I'm sure we can make it fit, Gorgeous," he whispers before guiding your head to his tip, your tongue immediately poking out to lick the bead of pre-cum off as soon as it appears.

"You're so good to me, fuck! Must've been a saint in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you," Robert says after you take his tip into your mouth, suckling softly while hollowing your cheeks. Your hand barely closes around his girth as you work him up and down, slowly working more and more into your mouth.

His thighs spread a bit wider as you take more of him into your mouth, and his groans start to increase with every stroke and swallow. The familiar taste and smell of your husband spread throughout your senses, and you clench around nothing as he suddenly grabs your head, working you further onto his cock.

"That's it, takin' me so well," he grits out as he feels himself being worked into your throat without even the slightest bit of resistance. You moan around his hard length as he works you up and down, groans tumbling from his lips as well. As soon as your nose touches his pelvic bone, he suddenly releases you, and you pull off immediately to breathe in a big gulp of oxygen.

"I want your cum, Daddy; please give me all your cum," you beg before immediately diving back in, not wanting to be away from it for too long. It doesn't take long for Robert to do precisely what you asked, and you work him through his orgasm as he moans your name loudly, your hand working him steadily as you swallow every last drop of his cum.

"F-fuck, so good to me," he pants as he comes down from his high, and you're back in his lap. His now soft, sensitive cock is lying between his thighs as you straddle it, your lips attaching to his in a gentle kiss that makes him smile.

"I love you so much, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips, which makes you smile as well.

"I love you too, Daddy," you tell him before you two get lost in a slow make-out session, taking your sweet time with one another while Robert kneads the soft globes of your butt, and your fingers keep gliding through and messing up his hair.

The rest of the day is spent making love, cuddling, and whispering sweet nothings to one another in front of the fireplace, and it is heaven for the both of you. Sharing this moment outside of the spotlight is exactly what was needed to recharge and strengthen your relationship.

It's been about a day and a half since you and Robert arrived at the cabin, and so far, you two have barely left the other alone, even going as far as cockwarming him during sleep - one of your favorite shared activities. When he woke up this morning, he couldn't resist fucking you awake, and that was the start of yet another day of making love without a single interruption.

Now, you're cuddled against your husband's side, your fingers tracing abstract figures through his chest hair and over his tattoo as you both look at the snow outside. The fire in the bedroom is crackling and spreading the perfect amount of warmth throughout the room.

"Are you ready for another round, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you, and you nod before allowing him to guide you onto your back, your hair splayed out on your pillow like a halo. Your legs are spread to make room for your husband, who's taken it to line up with your entrance.

His face is nuzzled into your neck, peppering it with little kisses as he works his hips back and forth. Soft gasps escape as his tip nudges your sensitive, swollen clit.

"So wet for me already, Gorgeous. I haven't even been inside you yet, and you're dripping for me," Robert tells you while reaching down to his hard length, grabbing it so he can slowly work it into your waiting entrance. He doesn't take long to push in, your lip bitten raw at this point from the pleasure, but he wants to hear everything.

"You know I don't want you to hide your beautiful sounds," his thumb pulls your lip from your teeth before gliding over it and pushing it, pressing down on your tongue to open your mouth even further. With slow thrusts, he works himself into you, careful not to hurt you.

"Hmm, good girl," he praises you as he bottoms out, followed by a groan. Your pussy flutters around him at the praise, and he sets a slow pace with which he almost entirely pulls out before thrusting back in, constantly putting you on the edge.

The bed slams against the wall with every thrust, and he slowly picks up the pace as your moans get louder and you clench tighter around him.

"You are so beautiful, Gorgeous. I can't wait to see you walking around with a beautiful, round belly when you're pregnant with my baby again," he tells you, his forehead connecting with yours as your breaths mingle together. His cock twitches as it's buried deep inside you, and he somehow seems to get impossibly harder at the thought of you carrying another one of his babies.

Your nails dig into your husband's biceps at his words, a smirk playing on his lips at the sensation. With expert precision, he finds your sweet spot, hitting it every time as he looks at the way your face contorts as both your orgasms are rapidly approaching.

"I-I'm close, D-Daddy!" you croak out between thrusts, your voice raw from all the moaning and taking Robert down your throat as well, but you wouldn't change it for the world. Robert's hand moves between your bodies, your back arching into him at the moment he finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

With a scream of his name, you fall apart, your orgasm washing over you with a force you've rarely felt before. Before you know it, you're pushing him out of you as you squirt, Robert only prolonging it by constantly rubbing your clit, until overstimulation threatens to take its place.

"Fuck, good fucking girl, beautiful when you squirt for your Daddy like that. God, 'm close too, Gorgeous. Gonna give you all my cum and fuck another baby into you, want to see you round with my baby again," he murmurs against your neck, his orgasm washing over him soon as well.

"Oh, my- take it! So much cum for you, just for you, Gorgeous!" he shouts as he pumps you full, not a single drop of it wasted as he works you both through it, collapsing by your side after he's done. Both panting and a layer of sweat covering both your bodies as you lay there, but also fully satisfied.

"I love you," Robert whispers, and you smile.

"I love you too," you say in a rumbling voice, making your husband chuckle. You two lay like that for a few more minutes before he draws you both a bath. While that's happening, you rummage through your suitcase, looking for a little box you brought.

"Ready—" is all he can say before you stretch out your hand and pull him onto the bed as he takes it.

"I have a surprise for you. I was planning on waiting until tomorrow to give this to you, but I can't wait any longer. So... happy birthday, Daddy," you say with a wink as you hand him the box. He takes off the lid, and inside is a pregnancy announcement. For a few minutes, he is completely silent, simply looking at what's inside.

Eventually, his fingers glide over the pregnancy test to see if it's real, and once he knows for sure you're pregnant, he bursts into happy tears. After the birth of your twin boys, you two have had quite a difficult time conceiving again, but it finally worked.

"I can't believe it. We're going to have another baby," Robert says, reaching out to touch your belly. You place your hand on top of his as you look down, your tears falling now, too.

"I can't wait to meet you either, Little Nugget," Robert says before sitting in silence for a bit longer, basking in the moment. Eventually, Robert lifts your face with his index finger before capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, conveying every emotion.

You two had made peace with the fact that there would be no more kids after you brought your twin boys into the world, but seeing this miracle now has you believing that everything will be okay.

"How far along are you?" Robert asks, his hand never leaving your belly as he looks at you.

"Two and a half months; I found out about two weeks ago but wanted to save it for your birthday," you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

"I'm pretty sure it's already April 4th somewhere, so happy birthday to me," he jokes, making you both laugh hard. After a bit longer, he carries you to the bathroom before placing you in the tub and joining you soon after, a bowl of your favorite fruits ready to munch on.

"I love you, Gorgeous. Thank you for truly making this trip unforgettable," Robert tells you, making you smile broadly.

"I love you too, Robert," you say, sealing it with a kiss before settling on his lap. Your back is against his chest as he feeds you the fruit, his free hand lying on your belly the entire time you're on his lap. You were already beautiful before, but now he finds you irresistible, and that will only grow as your baby grows, too.

The day of Robert's birthday has finally arrived, and you decided to wake him up the best way you know how: a blowjob. Before he was even fully back on earth, he was having his first orgasm of the day, and there would be many more to follow.

While on the plane back to the U.S., you're busy arranging the last things for the surprise party you have planned for him. All of his Marvel co-stars, as will your Mom and Dad with your twin boys, will be there. It will be a simple dinner, but it's more than he would ever expect, as you usually celebrate his birthday with your boys.

"Are you ready for the landing, Gorgeous? We'll land in about 30 minutes, and I can't wait to see little Axel and Hunter again," he says, referring to your twins. They're both carbon copies of Robert from when he was their age.

"Absolutely! How about we make the best of the last 30 minutes we have together?" you ask as you put your phone away, trusting that your parents have everything under control back in New York.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says before pulling you onto his lap and quickly pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It's a good thing you're on a private plane, enjoying a much-needed uninterrupted make-out session. Robert's hands are in the back pockets of your jeans while yours are messing up his hair again.

When it's finally time to go home, you quickly let your Mom know you two are on the way back, as it's only a 15-minute drive back to your home. The entire trip is in a comfortable silence, though you're getting nervous about his reaction.

"Please, calm down, Gorgeous; I'm sure I will love whatever you have planned for me," your husband tells you as he puts his hand on your thigh, stopping your leg from bouncing up and down nervously. He gives you a reassuring smile, which you happily reciprocate, grabbing his hand to lace it with yours.

Once you arrive at your house, everyone inside is ready to welcome both of you home, and your parents have done an outstanding job of decorating it as well. They thought about everything, and Robert's Marvel co-stars and their spouses are all waiting to welcome you both home and wish him a happy birthday.

"You should go first," you say before getting to the door, and he does precisely that. As it swings open, you're both greeted by a loud 'SURPRISE!' from everyone, and your twins are already making grabby hands at you. A wide smile appears on Robert's face as he takes everything in, and he couldn't be happier.

"Happy birthday, Robert," you say with a kiss before taking Hunter from your Mom's arms and giving him a big kiss on his cheek. Robert does the same with Axel before greeting everyone. Mark, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian, Anthony, Scarlett, and Jeremy are also here to celebrate his birthday.

"Before we move on to the presents, we have an announcement to make! We are officially expecting baby number three!" he says enthusiastically, and now it's your turn to get congratulated by everyone.

"I'm so happy for you both! I know it's been difficult, but you both deserve it so much," Scarlett tells you as she pulls in for a hug. During your last pregnancy and the time after that, you two built a powerful friendship, and your children are all getting along well, too.

"Thank you so much. Getting here has been quite a tough ride, but now that we're finally expecting again, I couldn't be happier. And honestly, it would be nice to have another baby again. The twins are growing up so fast that I can't wait to have a newborn in October," you tell her, visibly glowing.

"Tell me about it! They're so cute when they're small," she says, and you nod. The day is filled with laughter, excitement, and love. Robert couldn't have wished for a happier birthday than he has today, and he can't wait to see what you are planning for his 60th birthday next year.

About two and a half months later, you find out you'll have a baby girl this time, who is born on Halloween. Her name is Carolina Isabela Downey, and she's been a happy baby since day one. She completes your family, and life has never been better than it is now.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @onedirectionlovers2014

Warnings: swearing, mention of menstruation, Tony wants to have sex with reader

Tony wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood in the corner of the room. Tony didn't want to be here and neither did I. The only reason were here was because Stark Industries was invited by Justin Hammer to network. The only issue is everyone that was here already knew Tony. It was more for Hammer to try to get more clients.

"When can we blow this popsicle stand?" Tony whispered in my ear. I turned to smile at him.

"Honestly I was waiting for you to ask." I said. "I was ready to go the second we walked in here." Tony chuckled and moved to warp his arm around my shoulder, leading me back out to the car. "Hey Happy. When we get home, I just wanna get out of these damn clothes. Maybe take a bath." Tony groaned. Happy started driving and

"You and me both babe." he agreed. "Maybe we can have a little fun of our own too." He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

"Tony you know we can't." I shot back. Tony smirked.

"Not that we can't. You just don't want to." Tony teased. "I've been offering my special brand of pain relief but you keep shooting me down." I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Because it is gross Tony." I groaned. "I get that you think it is going to help. And I get that it might. But I am not going to have sex with you just because you don't want to wait until this ends!"

"But come on (Y/N)! We keep having this discussion. I just want to offer you more pain relief than the pain killers are." Tony whined. "Really this is about you. I mean sure I get off and I get to see you in all your glory..." I gently smacked his leg.

"ANTHONY!" I cried.

"OW!" Tony yelped. "There's a but!" He wagged a finger in my face. "But...I just really want to make you feel better." He kissed me softly. "Baby I love you. And seeing you in pain hurts me. For about a week a month, you suffer. It hurts me. I don't like that. At all. I've told you time and again." Tony cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb under my eye. "If you don't want me to, then we won't have sex. I will respect your wishes. But I will continue offering because I think it might help." I nodded and cupped his cheek.

"I know. And I appreciate that Tones." I said. Tony nodded as he leaned into my hand. "But no. I am not saying it because I don't want to have sex with you. I just don't feel comfortable doing that at this time of the month." Tony kissed me softly again.

"I get it." He whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered back.

"And now, I'm gonna get you settled before I dote on you as much as possible and make you feel better that way." Tony said as Happy opened the door. He scooped me up and carried me inside, the two of us laughing all the way.

[lucid-anarchy]

another era, same diva

[marvelouttakes]

THEY ARE THE SAME

[vikwrites]

Playboy - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 2.5k words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Car Sex / Power Imbalance / Age Gap. Author's Notes ➣ The first full Tony Stark oneshot! Comments are highly appreciated <3 Requests are also open!

You didn’t know exactly how you ended up here. 

The events leading up to your current situation were a blur, like trying to see through thick fog. 

Here you were, seated in the plush backseat of Tony Stark's lavish Rolls Royce Phantom. A variety of crystal glasses in all shapes and sizes were scattered haphazardly, some full, most empty. The rich aroma of Macallan 1926 filled the air. A bottle had been tipped on its side, its deep tones spilling onto the seat and seeping into a crevice of the leather, leaving behind a multitude of stains, You wonder how many times Tony had to pay someone to clean up these messes.

The past few hours were a hazy mix of neon lights and blaring speakers, the repercussions of Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC filling your ears.�� 

Then you recalled that Tony had spotted you at Stark Expo, at the Arc Reactor exhibit, standing in front of the machine, mesmerized by the pulsing reactor and the hypnotic hum that filled the room. 

Tony had made the first approach and talked to you for a while, although most of the conversation consisted of you awkwardly sucking up to him, while another part of you was afraid of saying something embarrassing or coming off as too eager.

You never thought you'd be graced with the opportunity to even be in the same room as Tony Stark, let alone talk to him face-to-face. But as the conversation went on, you felt more and more intimidated. You had always admired Tony and maybe even had a bit of a crush on him, but now that he was standing in front of you, you didn't know what to say or do. 

However, when you were invited to his limousine, you couldn't resist. He had lured you in like a moth into flame. 

The air was thick with tension, your fingers found themselves subconsciously fidgeting, you were sitting mere inches away from Tony after all; who was currently fiddling with a Cuban cigar. Your heart raced with a cocktail of excitement and fear - after all, this was the Tony Stark, one of the most influential figures in the world, and you were just a mere woman-in-the-street. This man probably had more money in his wallet than you’d ever have in your entire life. 

Tony seemed to have picked up on your nervousness, reaching over to the mini-fridge and picking up another bottle of liquid courage. The cigar had found its way in his mouth, and is currently hanging from his lips.

“Mr Stark—” You stuttered, trying to reach for the rear-hinged doors of the car, “I’d think it would be best if I left, it’s getting late.” 

“Relax, honey.” As Tony's hand unexpectedly settled on your wrist, pulling you back, the sudden weight caught you off guard. You couldn't help but flinch when you felt his fingers close around your wrist. His touch gentle yet assertive, a delicate balance that leaves you feeling conflicted. He takes another drag of the cigar.

Internally, you battled with conflicting emotions, but externally, you remained still as his hand steadily guided another crystal glass into your grasp, the weight of the cold drink dragging you back to reality. Initially you wanted to refuse, but you didn’t want to let Stark down, or seem ungrateful—downing the whiskey, you felt the liquid burn your throat.

His hand on yours caused a weighty pause in your conversation, Tony smirked, finding it amusing how tense he made you. Eventually, he breaks the silence by redirecting the conversation towards you. "So, tell me about yourself," he prompts, his tone casual and easy. Another cigar made its way into his mouth. 

You took a moment to recollect your thoughts before answering. "I'm studying at MIT," you replied, "I'm pursuing my degree in Nuclear Engineering." As soon as the words leave your lips, you notice Stark raise an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly impressed by the mention of your alma mater.  

Tony leans back in his seat and exclaims, "Impressive, I’m going to assume I’ve probably funded one of your projects, you’ve been to the September Foundation Grant presentation right?" He turns to look at you, as if trying to make a connection. You nod and continue to take small sips of your Macallan whiskey. 

After a few more rounds, you found yourself becoming less tense around him. 

“—and he’s now the forehead of security, get it?” Tony giggled, clapping his hands at his own joke, his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along with him, feeling a sense of camaraderie that you hadn't experienced in a long time. He takes another puff of the cigar, attempting to blow smoke rings but failing horrifically, the supposedly circular puffs of smoke coming out in flattened, unidentifiable shapes.

"Mr. Stark-" you began, but were quickly cut off by the man himself.

"Please, dear," Stark offered with a shake of his head, "just call me Tony."

You took a deep breath, trying to muster up courage (as much courage as you could get while being mildly to severely intoxicated, you couldn’t tell at this point), and corrected yourself. "Tony," you said firmly, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. "Why did you invite me here?" The question hung in the air amongst the clouds of smoke.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tony raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I think you’re cute.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his bold statement. Did Tony Stark really just say that to you?

“Fuck, Tony Stark thinks I’m cute, never expected that, ever.” But before you could fully process the unexpected compliment, another thought crossed your mind. “Looking past the obvious," you continued, "why isn’t there some Playboy supermodel in my position? Aren’t you just slumming it?” 

“Your expectations of me are too high, darling,” Tony drawled, his voice dripping with charm and confidence. “Honestly, I’d call Playboy right now and make you a model right away. You’ve got the face for it,” he paused to rake his eyes over your body, biting his lip, “—and the bod.” 

A rush of heat spread through your body at his words, igniting a spark of desire that you couldn't deny. The atmosphere became charged with tension, but this time, in a good way. The constant pet names and lingering gazes from Tony were stirring you up, and you could feel something else crackling in the air between you two.

You wouldn't say no to his advances, not when his gaze was so intense and his touch so electric. After all, who would say no to Tony Stark? His smooth words and charming smile were enough to make any woman weak at the knees, and you were no exception.

“I just think that you could do better.” You muttered, all the confidence draining from you the moment he tries to make a move, you cursed yourself for it. 

“Quit being self conscious and just kiss me.” Tony's words were like a soothing balm to your inner turmoil, urging you to let go of your self-consciousness and just give in to the moment. As he leaned in, his lips met yours in a swift motion that caught you off guard. 

Your hands instinctively found their way to his cheek, pulling him closer to you as you melted into his embrace. While his hands grabbed at your hair, caging you in between his body and the leather seat. The taste of his lips and the warmth of his body enveloped you, drowning out the nagging voice in your head reminding you of all the reasons why this could be a mistake. Tony moaned into your mouth, you took a mental recording of that, hoping to replay it in your head later.

In this moment, nothing else mattered except for the feel of his touch and the heat that pulsed between the two of you. You surrender yourself completely, allowing yourself to be swept away by his kiss.

The cigar was carelessly discarded from his trembling hands, the smoke swirling in lazy wisps around the ash urn. The taste of tobacco still lingered on his lips, a bittersweet reminder of his vice. Your senses were heightened as you pulled away from the kiss, your hair tousled and wild from the frenzied grabbing. The two of you shared round after round of kisses, each one more desperate and passionate than the last till Tony decided to go further.

Tony pushed you down onto the seat, his movements were rough and uncoordinated, but it only added to the thrill. Your body responded to his manhandling, and you could feel yourself getting turned on. You laid horizontally on the car's leather seats, taking in the sight of stars twinkling on the headlining, but your attention was quickly diverted as Tony's lips crashed onto yours once again.

"You look so good underneath me, baby." he whispered in that seductive low tone of his, his mouth mere millimetres from your ear. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine and each vibration of his words seemed to make you even wetter. 

Your breath hitched in surprise as Tony's hand traveled down to your core, his fingers grazing the hem of your dress and revealing more of your skin. You were startled by the sudden move but couldn't deny the heat that pooled between your legs. His touch was tentative, tracing circles over your clothed clit with a slow, teasing stroke. Your moans grew louder as he continued, each touch feeling foreign yet undeniably pleasurable.

"F—Fuck," you gasped as his piercing gaze met yours, those maroon eyes no longer their gentle brown hue.

"God, you're so wet for me," Tony's eyes locked onto yours as he brought his glistening finger to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low moan. Just the sight of it nearly sent you over the edge. "And you taste even better." Your eyes rolled back at his declaration, you’re so close and he hasn’t even started yet. 

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the button of Tony's Tom-Ford dress pants, fumbling with it in a desperate frenzy. In this moment, your entire existence seemed to depend on getting his pants off and feeling his naked skin against yours. Tony's hands were still on your clit, his skilled fingers teasing you mercilessly.

You could barely focus on unbuttoning his pants as he brought you closer and closer to the edge with just two fingers, god he was good. Every touch from him felt like electricity pulsing through your body, igniting every nerve ending and making you forget everything else except for the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please, Tony," you pleaded, your voice breathless and desperate. Your body quivered as two fingers slipped into your slick pussy, the wet sounds echoing in the confined space of the car.

At first, Tony's movements were slow and deliberate, teasing and tempting every inch of your sensitive walls. But he knew how to push all your buttons and soon, you were clenching around his fingers, begging for more.

"I'm gonna come," you gasped out, feeling your orgasm building with each thrust of his fingers.

"Come for me, baby,” Tony growled lowly, his voice making you even more wet. "I wanna see you falling apart on just my fingers." And with those words, you unravelled in a mind-blowing climax, your body trembling and shaking against his skilled touch.

As you came down from your high, you felt a new sensation. You realized you had squirted all over the interior of the car, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was how good Tony made you feel.

You were dazed and lost in the haze of pleasure when you felt him shuffling over you. His pants were unbuttoned and his cock was in his hand, slowly stroking as he took in the sight before him: your flushed skin, your heaving chest, and the evidence of your pleasure coating the seat beneath you.

You let out a soft gasp as he playfully teases you, running his member along your slit. With regained control over your limbs, your hands find their way into his once-slicked back, now ruffled hair. Your legs lock behind his lower back, pulling him closer to you in an attempt to deepen the connection between you two.

His voice is low and husky as he groans, "Your tight pussy feels so good, darling." As he pushes into you, you feel a fullness that you've never experienced before. The initial sting of pain quickly gives way to a deep pleasure that radiates through your entire body.

"Fuck, I love you, Tony." The words escape your lips before you even have time to register them. The intensity of the moment sparking a declaration that surprises even yourself. But before you can worry about whether it was too soon or not, Tony returns the sentiment.

"Love you too, baby," he whispers as he bottoms out inside of you. You can feel every inch of him inside you, and the sensation causes you to writhe beneath him. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel his heart beating through the fabric of his suit that was yet to leave his figure, but you figured you’d see him without the suit another time. 

“Fuck, gonna be a good girl and take my cum?” Tony's deep, ragged breaths spurred you on as his orgasm neared. You could feel your own climax building, your body shuddering in anticipation. Unable to form coherent sentences, you nodded in response.

Your back arched off the leather couch as you reached your peak, crying out in ecstasy as Tony's movements became even more frenzied. "Yes, gonna come so hard, Tony. Need you so bad." Your words were barely audible through your moans as he grunted and thrust into you one final time before the both of you came. 

Breathless and spent, Tony's lips crashed down on yours once again.

The heat between your bodies was almost suffocating as you rode out your high. He remained inside you until he was soft, and when he finally pulled out, a trail of your arousal leaked onto the leather beneath you. A groan escaped him as he took in the sinful sight, but you were too lost in your pleasure-drunk haze to fully register it.

You're too spent to move, but from the hazy corner of your vision, you see him in front of a mirror slicking back his disheveled hair. Still dazed and caught up in the aftermath of your orgasm, it took you a while to gather yourself and get dressed. But as soon as you did, Tony turned to you with his trademark smirk. 

"So, about that Playboy call?"

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SKY ROCKETS AND ROBOTS - part I

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff, some angst, a little bit of spicy

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You were once a bright young engineer, fresh out of MIT with dreams as big as the sky. You had a passion for technology, a sharp mind, and a heart full of ambition. Then life happened, in ways you never expected. You met someone, fell in love, and things moved fast. Maybe too fast. A whirlwind romance turned into an unexpected pregnancy, and before you knew it, you were a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Lily.

But your partner? He wasn’t ready. He disappeared from your life, leaving you alone to figure things out. At first, it was overwhelming, balancing work, the responsibilities of motherhood, and the heartbreak of abandonment. But you pulled through. You took up freelance work, designing software and small tech solutions from home, juggling conference calls while nursing, coding through the night after bedtime. You got used to it, became stronger, more resilient. Now, your daughter is five, a bundle of energy and curiosity who’s inherited your love for science and technology.

You’ve come a long way since those early days of struggle, but there’s still a part of you that wonders if you’ll ever find someone who’ll love both you and Lily. Someone who won’t run at the first sign of difficulty.

And then one day, you meet Tony Stark.

🚀

You don’t expect your day to take a turn like this. It’s a warm Saturday afternoon, and you’re at a local science expo — a rare treat for you and Lily. She’s dragging you from one exhibit to another, her little hands pulling on yours with excited tugs. It’s moments like these that remind you why you push so hard. Seeing her wide-eyed and full of wonder makes every sleepless night worth it.

You’re at an exhibit featuring cutting-edge AI when you feel her stop abruptly.

“Mommy, look! That's Iron Man!” Lily’s voice is filled with awe as she points to the tall figure standing a few feet away, surrounded by a small crowd. You follow her finger, and your heart skips a beat.

Tony Stark.

There’s no mistaking him, dressed in a sharp blazer and sunglasses, exuding that signature arrogance and charm you’ve only ever seen on TV. He’s in the middle of a casual conversation with someone, but even from here, you can feel the aura of importance surrounding him.

“Yeah, that’s Iron Man,” you murmur, feeling a bit like a deer in headlights. You hadn’t expected to run into someone like him.

But Lily, being the fearless little adventurer she is, takes off running toward him before you can stop her. You’re quick on her heels, heart pounding as you call her name.

“Lily, wait!”

But it’s too late. She’s already tugging on Tony Stark’s pant leg by the time you catch up, looking up at him with those wide, curious eyes.

“Hi, Iron Man! I like your robots,” she says brightly, as if she’s talking to any random adult. Tony glances down, pulling his sunglasses off to reveal a pair of surprisingly kind eyes as he kneels to her level.

“Hey there, kiddo. You’ve got good taste.” He flashes a grin, and for a moment, you see why people love him so much. There’s something disarming about his easy confidence.

You finally reach them, feeling flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry—she’s… really into tech. She didn’t mean to—”

But Tony waves a hand dismissively, standing up to his full height and giving you a once-over. His gaze lingers just a fraction too long, and you suddenly feel like you’re under a microscope.

“No harm done,” he says, his tone surprisingly light. “She’s got a future, clearly. Knows how to pick role models.”

You chuckle awkwardly, still trying to process that you’re standing in front of the Tony Stark. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, but in a weirdly magnetic way. There’s a spark in his eyes that speaks of brilliance, mischief, and something deeper you can’t quite put your finger on.

“She loves Iron Man,” you say, trying to regain some composure. “She’s been obsessed with building things since she could stack blocks. I can’t seem to keep her away from anything mechanical.”

Tony arches a brow, glancing down at Lily who’s now excitedly talking about the miniature rocket she tried to build last week.

“Is that so?” he says, crouching down again, giving Lily his full attention. “A mini rocket, huh? Did it work?”

Lily shakes her head, her pigtails swaying. “It almost did. But it went boom.”

Tony chuckles, ruffling her hair lightly. “Sometimes that’s how the best inventions start. Next time, try using a lower combustion rate. Less ‘boom,’ more ‘whoosh.’”

You’re surprised by how gentle he is with her, how effortlessly he connects with a child, that you don't have the heart to tell him that it was you who did the major part of the building process. For a moment, you just watch them, your chest tightening at the sight of Lily’s joy. It’s rare for her to interact with anyone like this, especially someone who doesn’t treat her like a kid.

He stands up again, turning to you with a smirk. “She’s smart. Gets it from her mom?”

You flush slightly at the compliment, feeling a bit tongue-tied under his gaze. “I guess you could say that. I was an engineer before…” You trail off, not sure why you’re suddenly oversharing. Something about Tony Stark makes it hard not to.

Before you can say more, he interrupts. “Let me guess — you’re still an engineer. Just doing the mom-engineer thing now. That’s no small feat.”

You blink, caught off guard by how perceptive he is. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I know a thing or two about multitasking. Running a company and saving the world — it’s basically the same as raising a kid, right?”

You laugh despite yourself, relaxing a little. He’s not what you expected. Less distant, more… human.

“Sure, except your robots actually listen to you,” you quip, and Tony grins.

“Most of the time,” he admits. “So, any chance I could take a look at that rocket project? I’ve got a thing for fixing ‘booms.’”

Your heart skips again at the casual offer, but before you can reply, Lily pipes up, bouncing on her toes.

“Can we, Mommy? Please?”

You glance between her eager face and Tony’s amused expression. This is surreal. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at both of you — like he’s actually interested, not just humoring a fan. Like he sees you.

Maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all.

As you walk beside Tony Stark, weaving through the crowd, you can't quite believe what's happening. This kind of thing doesn't happen to people like you. Yet here you are, with Lily practically skipping ahead, chattering excitedly about rockets and robots, while Tony listens with genuine interest.

“So,” he says, glancing sideways at you, “what’s your theory on the combustion failure? Too much fuel or not enough stabilization?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden technical question. You’d been bracing yourself for more of his charm or sarcasm, but here he is, actually engaging with you on a deeper level. You’re impressed, though it makes sense—he is Tony Stark, after all.

“Stabilization, mostly,” you reply, falling into a rhythm of conversation. “The design was sound, but we didn’t account for the weight distribution. It shifted mid-launch and threw everything off.”

He nods thoughtfully, like he's analyzing every detail. “Classic mistake. I had a similar issue with one of my early suits—though, you know, a little less ‘mini rocket,’ a little more ‘metal suit crashing into a building.’ Same basic concept, though.”

You laugh at the mental image, feeling a bit more at ease. “Yeah, I imagine the stakes were a little higher for you.”

Tony shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, let’s just say property damage and I have a complicated relationship.”

Lily turns around, walking backward as she looks up at Tony with wide eyes. “Did you blow up a building?!”

He grins, glancing down at her. “A few, but mostly on purpose. Don’t try that at home, kid.”

Lily giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She’s clearly in awe of him, and it’s hard to blame her. You feel a bit of that awe yourself, though you’re trying not to show it.

“So, where’s this rocket of yours?” Tony asks, glancing around like he's half-expecting it to pop out of nowhere.

You clear your throat, feeling a bit sheepish. “Oh, um… it’s back at our apartment. We didn’t exactly bring it to the expo. I wasn’t expecting to run into… well, you.”

Tony raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing more pronounced. “What, you don’t carry failed rocket prototypes everywhere you go? Amateur move.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Tony taps his chin, pretending to think hard. “Tell you what. Why don’t you two swing by my place later? I’ve got a full lab, and I’m sure we can find something that won’t blow up—at least not right away.”

Your heart skips at the offer. Is he serious? Inviting you to Stark Tower like it’s the most casual thing in the world? You glance down at Lily, who’s looking up at you with pleading eyes, clearly hoping you’ll say yes.

“Are you sure?” you ask, trying not to sound too shocked. “I mean, we wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Tony waves a hand dismissively. “Intrude? Nah. Besides, I’ve been meaning to show off my new toys to someone who actually appreciates them. Kids are way better at that than most adults.” He glances down at Lily, then adds with a wink, “Plus, I’ve got juice boxes.”

Lily practically jumps up and down. “Mommy, can we go? Please, please, please?”

You hesitate for a moment, weighing the surreal situation. But something about Tony’s easy demeanor, the way he’s connected with Lily, and even the way he’s made you feel comfortable makes it hard to say no. It’s not every day you get a chance like this, and you know Lily will talk about it for weeks if you turn it down.

“Alright,” you say, giving in with a smile. “I guess we’re going to Stark Tower.”

Tony grins, looking genuinely pleased with your answer. “Great. Let’s make it a field trip.”

🚀

An hour later, you find yourself walking through the sleek, high-tech halls of Stark Tower. The whole place feels like something out of a futuristic movie, and you can’t help but feel a little out of place. But Tony, ever the showman, makes sure neither you nor Lily feel that way for long.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he says with a grand gesture, like he’s introducing you to some royal palace. “I was going for ‘modest,’ but you know, things escalated.”

Lily’s eyes are practically bugging out of her head as she looks around, taking in the shiny surfaces, the impressive tech displays, and the overall coolness of the place. “This is so cool,” she breathes.

You can’t help but agree. “Yeah, this is… incredible.”

Tony leads you both to his lab, where holograms flicker in the air, and sleek machines hum quietly in the background. It’s every bit as impressive as you’d imagined—maybe more so. He walks over to a workbench, tapping a few buttons on a console until a holographic blueprint of a rocket hovers in front of him.

“Alright, kiddo,” he says, crouching down to Lily’s level. “Let’s see what we’re working with. Tell me about your rocket.”

Lily beams, launching into an enthusiastic explanation of her project, complete with wild hand gestures. Tony listens intently, nodding at all the right moments, occasionally throwing in a comment or suggestion.

You stand back, watching the two of them interact. It’s surreal, seeing Tony Stark—the Tony Stark—so genuinely engaged with your daughter. He’s patient, encouraging, and—despite his usual sarcasm—there’s a warmth in the way he talks to her that catches you off guard.

As Lily finishes her explanation, Tony stands up and looks over at you. “Sounds like you’ve got a real prodigy on your hands.”

You smile, feeling a swell of pride. “She’s pretty special, yeah.”

Tony taps his chin thoughtfully, then flashes you a grin. “You know, I don’t usually offer internships to five-year-olds, but I could make an exception.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe in a few years.”

“Fair enough,” Tony replies, still grinning. “But seriously, if she ever wants a tour of the lab—or you do—just say the word.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the offer. “You’re full of surprises today.”

Tony shrugs, nonchalant. “What can I say? I’m a generous guy. Plus, I like hanging out with people who don’t try to sell me on their latest ‘groundbreaking’ invention every five minutes.”

The three of you spend the next hour tinkering with the rocket design. Tony gives Lily some gentle guidance, teaching her a few tricks of the trade while making sure to keep things light and fun. You can tell she’s having the time of her life, and honestly, so are you. You’ve never seen her this animated, this confident.

As the afternoon winds down, Tony walks you both back to the lobby, hands in his pockets, his usual easy smirk back in place.

“Well, that was fun,” he says. “I’ll have my people send over the specs we worked on. Maybe next time, we can tackle world domination.”

You chuckle. “I’ll let you know if we’re free for that.”

Tony winks at Lily, who’s practically buzzing with excitement. “And hey, kid—next time you’ve got a rocket that goes ‘boom,’ give me a call. We’ll fix it together.”

Lily grins, waving enthusiastically. “Okay! Bye, Iron Man!”

As you leave Stark Tower, you can’t help but glance back at Tony one last time. He gives you a casual wave before turning back toward his lab, and you can’t shake the feeling that today was more than just a chance encounter.

It feels like the beginning of something. Something new. Something… different.

And you can’t wait to see where it goes.

🚀

Over the next few weeks, your life takes on a surreal, almost dream-like quality as Tony Stark begins to weave his way into your world. What starts as a few casual meet-ups, mostly centered around Lily’s fascination with all things tech, turns into something much more.

The first time he invites you both back to Stark Tower, it’s under the pretense of helping Lily with her latest invention—a robot that she’s determined to build from scratch. You sit back, watching as Tony patiently explains complex concepts to your five-year-old daughter, all while making it fun for her. There’s a tenderness in the way he interacts with her that surprises you. Tony Stark, the world-renowned billionaire with a reputation for being difficult, is kind and patient with a child, in ways you never would have expected.

You’re impressed, of course. But more than that, you find yourself drawn to the man behind the Iron Man persona.

It starts with little things. The way Tony catches your eye when Lily says something particularly cute or brilliant, the small smirk he gives when he knows you’re trying to hold back a laugh. He makes a habit of throwing sarcastic comments your way, but you soon realize it’s his way of flirting—teasing you in that playful, witty way he’s known for.

"You know," he says one afternoon while you’re watching him help Lily with a mechanical arm for her robot, “I think I deserve some kind of award for this. ‘Best Teacher to a Mini-Engineer.’ Maybe a medal. Or a statue.”

You smirk, folding your arms across your chest. “Oh, absolutely. I’m sure the world’s been waiting for a bronze Tony Stark to grace Central Park.”

He grins, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “I knew you were smart.”

It’s in these small moments that you find yourself opening up to him. You’ve always been independent, not allowing yourself to lean on anyone for help, but Tony’s different. He’s been through his own struggles, carried his own burdens, and while you’re still cautious, you find comfort in the fact that he gets it. He doesn’t judge you for being a single mom or for the sacrifices you’ve had to make. If anything, he admires it.

"Raising a kid and working as an engineer?" he says one night over dinner—yes, dinner. He’d invited you and Lily over for what he called "a Stark special," which turned out to be takeout pizza and some ridiculous dessert made by his AI assistant. "That’s a superhero gig right there."

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m pretty sure saving the world in a metal suit still beats making school lunches and fixing leaky faucets.”

“Hey,” Tony says, his tone light but serious, “you do both. No suit needed.”

That night, when you leave, you find yourself thinking about him long after Lily has fallen asleep. There's something about Tony that lingers. Maybe it's his charm, or maybe it's the way he looks at you like you’re more than just a mom balancing a million things—like he sees the person you were before all the responsibilities took over.

As time passes, the two of you fall into an easy rhythm. You, Tony, and Lily have your little routine now, with frequent visits to Stark Tower becoming almost a weekend tradition. What surprises you most is how seamlessly Tony has integrated into your life—and not just with Lily. He asks about your work, your passions, the things you’ve had to put on hold since becoming a single mom. He pushes you to take up some of your old engineering projects, even offering his lab space if you ever want to tinker.

“You could use the space when I’m not around,” he says one evening, nonchalant as ever. “There’s always room for another genius around here.”

You laugh it off, though your heart skips a beat. “I’m pretty sure one genius is enough.”

Tony arches an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “You’re right. With you here, we might be over capacity.”

As the weeks turn into months, you realize you’ve grown used to having Tony around. He’s no longer just the famous billionaire who showed up at a science expo one day. He’s become a friend, someone you can talk to, someone you can rely on.

But there’s more to it than just friendship. You feel it in the way your heart flutters when he leans a little too close during one of his sarcastic quips, or the warmth that spreads through your chest when he smiles at you—really smiles, with that soft, almost vulnerable look in his eyes. You find yourself looking forward to the moments when it's just the two of you, standing on the balcony of Stark Tower late at night, talking about everything and nothing while Lily sleeps soundly in the guest room.

One evening, after one of those long, late-night talks, something shifts. You’re standing on the balcony, the city skyline stretched out before you, the cool breeze brushing your skin. Tony’s beside you, quiet for once, just watching the city lights. There’s a rare stillness about him, and you feel the weight of it, like he’s on the verge of saying something important.

“You know,” he says after a long pause, his voice quieter than usual, “I didn’t expect this.”

You glance at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He turns to face you, and for a moment, he’s not the confident, sarcastic Tony Stark. There’s something raw in his expression, something vulnerable. “This. Us. You and Lily.” He swallows, as if the words are difficult for him. “I’ve spent so much time being Iron Man, or the guy who fixes problems, that I forgot what it’s like to just… be with someone. To care about people who aren’t expecting me to save the world.”

Your heart skips. His honesty catches you off guard, but you can tell it’s not something he shares often. And suddenly, you realize that you feel the same way.

“You’ve been… different for us, too,” you admit, your voice soft. “I wasn’t looking for anyone, and definitely not someone like you, but…” You trail off, unsure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain that Tony Stark has become more than just a fixture in your life? That you’ve started to fall for him, for all his quirks and complexities, for the way he’s seamlessly become part of your world?

Before you can find the right words, Tony steps closer. His eyes hold yours, that familiar spark of mischief still there, but tempered with something deeper. “I think,” he says, his voice low, “you and I are a pretty good team.”

You smile, feeling the weight of what’s unspoken between you. “Yeah,” you whisper. “We are.”

And then, without another word, Tony leans in. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But when your lips meet, there’s a spark, an electric current that runs through you both, confirming what you’ve known for a while now.

This is real. This is something worth holding on to.

🚀

The decision to make your relationship with Tony Stark official doesn’t happen in a single moment—it’s a gradual shift, one that feels inevitable after months of stolen glances, lingering touches, and nights spent talking on his balcony. But when it does happen, it’s perfect in its simplicity.

It starts one morning in his penthouse, a few months after that first kiss. You’ve been spending more time there, with Lily (who Tony affectionately refers to as "the little genius") practically making his lab her second home. The three of you have fallen into a comfortable rhythm, a little makeshift family that somehow feels like it’s always been meant to be.

On this particular morning, you wake up tangled in Tony’s sheets, the warmth of his body pressed against your back, his arm draped lazily over your waist. You turn your head slightly, smiling to yourself as you hear the soft hum of his breathing. For a man who seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, he looks surprisingly peaceful when he sleeps.

As you shift to move, Tony tightens his arm around you, pulling you back against him with a sleepy grumble. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You chuckle, your voice hushed in the early morning quiet. “Trying to escape before your little apprentice wakes up.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck. “Let her tinker. She’s practically running the lab anyway.” His lips graze your shoulder as he speaks, and you feel a familiar spark of heat ripple through you at his touch.

“You’re terrible,” you murmur, though there’s no real bite in your words. You’ve gotten used to Tony’s brand of affection—playful, but with an edge of intensity that never fails to make your heart race.

“Mmm, terrible, but irresistible.” His voice is still thick with sleep, but there’s a hint of mischief in it, the same mischief that always makes your pulse quicken. He shifts slightly, his hand trailing from your waist down to your thigh, fingers brushing lightly against your skin in a way that’s both teasing and possessive.

You turn in his arms, meeting his gaze. His eyes are half-lidded, but there’s a familiar hunger there that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. “You’re definitely full of yourself,” you say, though your voice is softer now, breathier.

Tony’s smirk grows, his hand slipping beneath the sheets to pull you closer. “And you love it.”

Before you can respond, his lips capture yours, and any thought of protest melts away in the heat of the kiss. His hand grips your thigh, pulling your leg over his waist as he deepens the kiss, the familiar intensity building between you. It’s slow at first, a lazy sort of desire, but it doesn’t take long before you’re both lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away.

Later, as the sun filters through the curtains and you’re both tangled together in the sheets, a comfortable silence fills the room. Tony’s fingers are tracing absent patterns on your arm, and you can’t help but smile at how natural it feels, how easy.

“Have you thought about… telling people?” you ask softly, your head resting on his chest.

Tony raises an eyebrow, though he doesn’t seem surprised by the question. “Telling people, as in the media?”

You nod, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. Being with Tony Stark comes with a certain level of exposure, and while you’ve been okay with the low profile you’ve kept so far, part of you wonders what it would mean to go public.

Tony is quiet for a moment, then he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. “Hey, I don’t care what they say out there,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “If you want to keep things private for now, we can do that. But if you’re asking if I’m ready to go public…”

His thumb brushes over your cheek, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming in your chest. “I don’t care about the media,” you admit. “I just… I want to make sure we’re ready. That Lily’s ready.”

Tony’s expression softens at the mention of your daughter. “Lily’s already got me wrapped around her finger. I’d be more worried about how I’m going to survive that.”

You laugh, but the sincerity in his words brings a lump to your throat. Tony’s relationship with Lily has grown in ways you never expected. He’s been patient, playful, and completely devoted to her. And seeing them together has only deepened your feelings for him.

“Okay,” you say finally, smiling at him. “Let’s do it. Let’s go public.”

When the news breaks, the media goes into a frenzy. The headlines scream about “Tony Stark’s New Flame,” and “Iron Man’s Mystery Woman.” Paparazzi photos of you and Tony walking hand in hand through Central Park with Lily are splashed across every tabloid and news outlet.

To your surprise, the response is largely positive. While some outlets speculate about Tony’s past relationships and his infamous bachelor reputation, most seem genuinely intrigued by the idea of Tony Stark settling down, especially with someone who isn’t from the celebrity world.

The tabloids nickname you “The Genius and the Heart” and seem fascinated by how “normal” your life is compared to Tony’s glamorous lifestyle. There are articles praising you for balancing being a single mom with your engineering career, while others focus on Tony’s softer side, now that he’s seen as a father figure to your daughter.

You try to ignore most of the noise, but Tony, of course, has fun with it. One morning, you catch him scrolling through a gossip site, shaking his head in amusement.

“They think I’m domestic now,” he says, pretending to be offended. “I mean, can you imagine me, Tony Stark, settling down with a family?”

You roll your eyes, sitting beside him on the couch. “You do realize you’re proving them right by reading that, right?”

He grins, tossing his phone aside before pulling you into his lap. “Let them think what they want. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

The moment you realize how much your relationship with Tony has changed comes one evening when you’re back at the penthouse after a long day. Tony’s in the kitchen with Lily, helping her with a science project that’s somehow turned into an impromptu baking session. The sound of Lily’s giggles fills the space, and you’re watching them from the doorway, a warm smile on your face.

Tony’s crouched down, talking to Lily as they decorate cupcakes—his version of “science.” You’re about to step in and join them when you hear it. Lily looks up at Tony, eyes wide with excitement, and says, “Can I put the sprinkles on, Daddy?”

Your breath catches. It’s the first time she’s ever called him that, and for a moment, you freeze, unsure how Tony will react.

But Tony doesn’t miss a beat. He smiles, ruffling her hair and handing her the sprinkles. “Go for it, kiddo. Just don’t get too carried away.”

Your heart swells, a mix of joy and disbelief washing over you. Lily’s words hang in the air, and when Tony glances up at you, there’s a softness in his expression that takes your breath away. He’s not just playing a part—he’s become a part of your life in ways you never imagined.

Later, when Lily’s asleep, you and Tony find yourselves curled up on the couch, the weight of the day settling into a comfortable silence. You rest your head on his chest, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm.

“She called you ‘Daddy,’” you murmur softly, still processing the moment.

Tony’s hand tightens around yours, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. “Yeah, she did.”

You glance up at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation, but all you see is a man who has found his place—who has chosen to be here, with you and Lily.

“Are you okay with that?” you ask, your voice a little unsteady.

Tony looks down at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. “I’ve never been more okay with anything,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m all in. With both of you.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but they’re tears of happiness, of relief. You reach up, cupping his face as you pull him into a kiss—slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long.

When you finally pull away, Tony brushes a thumb across your cheek, his smile soft but full of promise. “So, what do you say? Think you can handle me as part of the family?”

You laugh, your heart feeling light. “I think we’ve been handling you just fine.”

And as you settle back into his arms, you know that this—this—is exactly where you’re meant to be. Together. A family.

Forever.

okay, this was so cute to write <3 I love writing Tony as a softie, because I know deep down he is one.

[skankhvnt42]

my pussyyy is throbbingggg😩😩🤤💞

[itsallyscorner]

The Sour Tour | Marvel Cast

pairing: marvel cast x teen!reader

warnings: none

summary: the youngest marvel cast member goes on tour💜

a/n: this fic does not correlate with any other fics I’ve made that include the Sour album

face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

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(y/n)(l/n) The Sour Tour has finally begun! Thank you (home state) for kicking it off to an incredible start! Can’t wait to see you all so soon🥹💜

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brielarson my sweet angel baby

brielarson love you so much can’t wait to see you!!!!!!!!💖💖

(y/n)fan1 HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO

(y/n)fan2 THE SET LIST??? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SET LIST

(y/n)fan3 HAPPIER THEN TRAITOR BACK TO BACK???

(y/n)fan4 ITS LIKE SHE WANTS TO SEE US CRYYY

(y/n)(l/n) bc I do🧍‍♀️

(y/n)fan5 WHAT THE FUCK

tomholland2013 FINNA BE IN PIT

(y/n)fan6 HE FINNA BE IN PITTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

zendaya @/tomholland2013 bro shut up

robertdowneyjr Wishing you the best of luck, see you soon bee🐝❤️

paulbettany You’re going to do great!!😃

lifeisaloha Love you fam🫶🏼

(y/n)(l/n) All the love Jacobbbb🫶

(y/n)updates I’m ready.

(y/n)fan7 you’re the harryflorals of (y/n) stans

(y/n)fan8 where’s (y/n)scloset????

(y/n)scloset I’m hereeeee🙋‍♀️

markruffalo Wishing you a FANTASTIC and safe tour❤️

(y/n)(l/n) thank you Mark!!❤️

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(y/n)(l/n) North America tour dump✨🦋💜🎸🔮💿🎀

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chrisevans can you just pls sign my poster?

chrisevans please (y/n) I’ve been waiting outside for 30 minutes and teenagers scare the shit out of me

anthonymackie get in line

imsebastianstan I was here first

mcufan1 ya’ll are actual children

evansfan1 @/chrisevans don’t act like we didn’t just see you and Scott going off during Good 4 u👀

elizabetholsen So so so proud!!🤩❤️

mcufan2 Lizzie these are very millennial emojis

(y/n)fan9 MOTHER

(y/n)fan10 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

scarlettjohansson You are the most incredible person I know, what an honor it was to see you live❤️

mcufan3 I SAW YOU AT THE NEW YORK SHOW!!!!!

letitiawright TO EUROPE SHE GOES!!! Can’t wait to see you💜

chrishemsworth can you please do a shoey when you come to Australia?

(y/n)(l/n) no❤️

(y/n)fan11 outta them Doc Martins?💀

(y/n)(l/n) @(y/n)fan11 I swear my feet don’t smell bad

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imsebastianstan ALL THE FLOWERS FOR YOU💐

tagged (y/n)(l/n)

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elizabetholsen MY BABY❤️

(y/n)fan12 mother sighting

(y/n)fan13 the marvel cast is so cute

mcufan4 They really are her second family🥹

anthonymackie Wtf you went without me?

paulrudd I had a great time Sebastian🫶

paulrudd @(y/n)(l/n) you were phenomenal

anthonymackie YOU WENT WITH PAUL???

mcufan5 LMAOOOOO

mcufan6 NOT SEBASTIAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)(l/n) love you Paul <3

(y/n)(l/n) THANK YOU FOR COMING💜💜💜

vancityreynolds YOU BETRAYED ME.

(y/n)fan14 is his singing a lyric or is he also yelling at Seb?

mcufan7 Ryan what—

mcufan8 Seb what’s your favorite song off the sour album??

imsebastianstan Traitor and Favorite Crime

(y/n)fan15 Bucky coded.

mcufan9 i bet these are on his Bucky playlist

Chris Evans via Instagram Story:

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robertdowneyjr You little legend you💜 What an incredible show @(y/n)(l/n) put on tonight at LA! Your talent, charisma, and presence made this such a memorable experience. This show was anything but Sour, the room was full of love and it’s all what (Y/n) deserves. Proud of you always, your Pops❤️

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mcufan10 “Proud of you always, your pops”🥹

(y/n)(l/n) It meant so much for you and your family to come out tonight, thank you so much I love you all❤️

(y/n)fan16 I’m crying this is so sweet😭

therussobrothers Can’t wait to document such a legend

mcufan11 excUSE ME?

mcufan12 WHAT—

(y/n)fan17 A TOUR DOCUMENTARY???

(y/n)(l/n) coming soon on Disney+😉

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(y/n)(l/n) Quick pit stop⛽️

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zendaya face card never declines

(y/n)scloset bestie where is the sweater in the fourth slide from?

(y/n)scloset unfortunately could not find it :(

(y/n)(l/n) my nana made it <3

(y/n)fan18 we love nana😌

tomholland2013 2 MORE WEEKS TILL IM IN PIT😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

anthonymackie shut up

zendaya you’re embarrassing me🫣

(y/n)fan19 TOM FINNA BE IN PIT YALL🔥🔥🔥

florencepugh you look better in my sunglasses than I do

(y/n)fan20 besties

(y/n)(l/n) I’ll give them back to you when I’m in London😌

haileesteinfeld my baby girlll😍

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(y/n)(l/n) UK BABY OI OI🇬🇧👑☕️

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(y/n)fan21 OI OIIIIII

(y/n)fan22 she’s such a One Direction fan I love it

florencepugh you mystical, voice of an angel, fairy baby I love youuuu🧚‍♀️❤️

(y/n)fan23 FLO WAS AT NIGHT 1

(y/n)fan24 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS FLORENCE AND (Y/N)

flofan1 The fact that Flo was backstage and not at the guest section🥹😭

mcufan11 WHERE IS TOM????

brielarson my cutie pie🥰

mcufan12 (Y/N) (L/N) WORLD DOMINATION

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tomholland2013 told you guys I was finna be in pit😎🔥

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imsebastianstan unbelievable

mcufan13 how was Tom even allowed in pit with all the fans???😭😭

chrisevans wtf bro

paulrudd OH so this is pit

mcufan14 not paul not knowing what pit is😭😭

anthonymackie she only let you into pit to make you shut up😒

mcufan15 Tom riling everyone up is hilarious😭😭

(y/n)fan25 I’m just as salty ac Mackie tbh..

tomholland2013 don’t be so jealous, there’s always next tour🤪

(y/n)fan26 was right next to Tom the entire concert and I swear I love the man, but he kept screaming in my ear💀

zendaya @/tomholland2013 can never take you anywhere man

(y/n)fan27 Tom’s just a fellow girly pop✨

[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Eleven: Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Female Reader | Infidelity | 

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, infidelity, unprotected sex (p in v) , fingering, choking, power dynamics

Summary: In the shadows of secrecy, desire becomes a dangerous game—one where the deeper you fall, the harder it is to remember where loyalty ends and betrayal begins.

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: Sorry I was late to post y'all! I actually started celebrating my birthday early tonight (I turn 25 Monday😭) and now I'm pretty buzzed---buttttt please enjoy this!! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

| Day Ten |   | Kinktober Masterlist |   | Day Twelve |

The room was dim, the only light coming from the moon outside, casting faint silver streaks across the lavish bed. Stark Tower loomed above the city, quiet and insulated from the world below, yet inside, the air between you and Tony was anything but calm.

You felt the weight of his body pressing you deeper into the cool sheets, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that left you breathless. The heat of his skin seared into yours, his touch urgent, rough, and unrelenting—like a man on the edge of control. The tension in the air had been simmering for months, and in these stolen moments, it always boiled over into something raw, something almost dangerous.

“We shouldn’t be here,” you whispered, though your voice trembled, betraying the lie. Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushed deeper, slow and deliberate. “This is wrong.”

Tony’s laugh was low, dark, vibrating through your chest as he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck. “Then why do you keep coming back?” His lips grazed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Why do you always end up in my bed?”

The way he spoke made it sound like it was a challenge, like he already knew the answer, as though the power he had over you was undeniable—and it was. Every time you swore you would end this affair, every time you told yourself you’d walk away for good, you found yourself right back here, caught in his web.

Tony shifted, his hips pressing against yours, his cock filling you again, harder this time, drawing a gasp from your lips. Your body responded instinctively, arching into him, craving the friction, the heat, the way he made you forget everything else.

Your head tilted back, exposing the curve of your neck, and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage. His mouth was on your skin, biting softly at first, then harder, marking you in a way that sent waves of pleasure mixed with a sharp edge of pain. “You like it,” he murmured against your throat, his voice thick with desire. “You like being mine, even when you know you shouldn’t be.”

His words stung because they were true. This was dangerous—what you were doing, what you had been doing for months now—but the thrill of it, the secrecy, the forbidden nature of your relationship, only seemed to heighten the intensity of every touch, every kiss, every stolen moment.

You tried to speak, tried to push back against him, but all that came out was a breathless moan as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers circling your clit, making you tremble beneath him. His touch was relentless, teasing, coaxing you closer to the edge with every movement.  

“I should end this,” you gasped, even as your hips bucked against him, desperate for more. “We should stop.”

Tony’s lips curled into a smirk against your skin, and you could feel the shift in him—the dark satisfaction in knowing that you were powerless against him. “But you won’t,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his hand tightening its grip on your hip as he thrust into you harder, deeper. “You never do.”

His words were like a knife, cutting through whatever fragile resolve you had left. He was right. You couldn’t stop, no matter how much you told yourself you should. Tony was like a drug, addictive, consuming, and the more you tried to fight it, the deeper you fell into his control.

His pace quickened, the rhythm between your bodies becoming more frantic, more desperate. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, erasing any lingering doubts, any guilt that tried to claw its way to the surface. Your world narrowed down to just him—his hands on you, his mouth marking your skin, the overwhelming need that pulsed between you.

“You belong to me,” Tony whispered harshly, his voice filled with possession, as though saying it out loud solidified it in both of your minds. His hand slid up, wrapping around your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp, your pulse racing beneath his fingertips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your body trembling beneath him, on the verge of breaking apart entirely. He tightened his grip slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, daring you to defy him, to deny the truth that you both knew.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the words hung heavy in the air between you. It wasn’t just a submission—it was an admission. An acceptance of the hold he had over you, of the fact that you were too far gone to turn back now.

Satisfaction flickered in Tony’s gaze as he claimed your mouth again, his kiss rough, almost punishing, as if sealing the deal. His hand slid back down your body, gripping your waist as he drove into you with renewed force, his movements brutal in their intensity.

Your body responded to him helplessly, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside you with every thrust, every growl of his name that escaped your lips. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the overwhelming storm of sensations, the heat, the friction, the undeniable power he had over you.

And then, with a final sharp thrust, the tension inside you snapped, your body shattering as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you gasping, clinging to him as the world around you blurred. Tony followed soon after, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself inside you one last time, groaning against your neck, coming within you. 

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart. Tony didn’t move, still pressed against you, his forehead resting against yours as you both came down from the high of it all.

You should have felt guilt—shame, even—but instead, all you felt was the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how wrong this was, no matter how much you told yourself you should stop, you would always end up right back here.

In his bed. In his arms.

And Tony knew it too.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, softer this time, but no less possessive. His lips brushed against yours in a slow, lingering kiss, as though reminding you that this wasn’t over. It would never be over.

And despite everything… you knew he was right.

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[noirsnonsense]

I'm sorry but I can't STAND those little fanfic stories when the characters do something they'd NEVER actually do. Like I just read one where Tony Stark PUNCHED Peter Parker. twice. ATP JUST SAY YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW ANYTHING, TONY STARK INVENTED TIME TRAVEL FOR THAT KID, AND UR WRITING ABT HIM PUNCHIN PETER????? MAKE IT MAKE SENSEEEEA PUH-LEASEEE

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

[nicoline1998enilocin]

And the Oscar goes to...

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.6K

SUMMARY | Your husband, Robert, is on the receiving end of an Oscar, and you decide to celebrate it differently than you usually celebrate his wins. He trusts you fully as he allows you to take the lead in the bedroom, making it a celebration that neither of you will ever forget.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap (~ 20 years), use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy.

SMUT | D/S dynamics, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!RDJ, use of traffic light system, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), teasing, dirty talk, praise, Daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (F&M receiving), face sitting, face fucking, gagging, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N | This story is dedicated to my best friend and the biggest RDJ supporter I have ever met, @ccbsrmsf1! I am so incredibly proud of him for finally winning an Oscar, so naturally, I had to write a story about how I would celebrate with him! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm deeply grateful ❤️

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Trophy spouse

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

"Robert Downey Junior!" The words still echo in your head as you go home after the award ceremony. Your husband, the Dad of your little daughter, and the love of your life has officially won an Oscar. All his hard work has paid off after all these years, and you're grateful to be by his side through it all.

The award is clutched tightly in his right hand, his left hand interlaced with yours as you enjoy the moment. Comfortable silence hangs in the air as you look at him with a wide smile. Knowing how much it means to him, you're incredibly proud of him for winning the award.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers before capturing your lips with his in a sweet, sensual kiss. Your husband may be around 20 years your senior, but that doesn't take away from your shared love. You've never known true love before meeting Robert, but when he promised to show you what that would look like, you knew you were on board for the long haul. And here you are, almost 15 years later, by his side during the biggest night of his life.

"I love you too, Robert," you whisper to him. You allow your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in this moment. When he puts his head on yours, he lets out a content sigh. Nights like these take a lot out of you both, but that doesn't stop you from celebrating when you're back home. You plan on making it a celebration never to forget.

The moment you both step in your front door, the award is put away for safekeeping, and you make your way to the bedroom. You two have perfected this routine over the years, but tonight, it calls for special treatment.

"Robert?" you ask as he walks into the attached closet, ready to remove his jewelry and glasses.

"Yes, Gorgeous?" he says as he turns around, facing you before taking a last glance as you're still wearing your dress. He had chosen the one you're wearing to match your skin tone, and you felt like a princess on the red carpet tonight.

"What do you think of reversing the roles for a night? Me taking care of you for once? You deserve it after everything you've done," you tell him as you walk over. Now that you're not wearing your heels anymore, you must look up at him, as the two of you have quite a bit of a height difference.

"That's a perfect idea, Gorgeous. There's no one I trust more to take care of me than you," he tells you, and the feeling of pride blooms in your chest at his words.

"That being said, I was also hoping we could spice it up a bit if you're open to it," you tell him, and he looks at you with a quirked brow.

"I want to blindfold you tonight so you will be completely at my mercy. You will be allowed to touch me - not yourself - the entire time. That being said, I will also use the traffic light system during the entire session," you tell him, and he listens attentively to everything you're saying.

"Green means that you're good, and we can continue. Yellow means that you need to stop for a moment before crossing a boundary you're uncomfortable with or need to reposition. Red means that we will stop and move on to aftercare immediately," you tell him. He tells you loud and clear that he agrees with everything you said.

"Perfect," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on his lips. Consent has always been meaningful in your relationship, whether in the bedroom or outside, to make it safe for everyone to explore what they are or are not comfortable with at their own pace.

"I want you to get completely bare for me and get seated on the foot of the bed. And I won't say no to you showing off a little when you do it," you tell him, and the smile on his lips lets you know he's more than okay with doing precisely that.

One by one, he sheds his layers of clothing, each exposing more skin as they fall to the floor. When his entire torso is bare, you can't help but let your gaze wander over his muscled abdomen, your lip pulled between your teeth as you take a peek at his bulge as well. He tends to forgo wearing underwear, instead preferring the feeling of freedom over the confinements of tight boxer shorts.

When Robert is soft, he already has quite a noticeable bulge in his pants, but now that he is slowly getting hard, it's starting to strain against the fabric of his pants. His long, skilled fingers unbutton and unzip his pants quickly before the fabric slides down his thick thighs and onto the floor.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as his cock bobs up and down between his legs, the tip already flushed a beautiful shade of pink with his balls hanging beneath them perfectly, ready for you to play with later. After showing off for a few more moments by flexing his biceps and abs, he sits on the foot of the bed, just like you told him to.

"Good boy," you tell him, and you can see his cock twitch as his eyes flutter shut from anticipation. Meanwhile, you have also undressed yourself, being left in the beautiful lingerie he bought you for tonight. The cups of the bra lift your breasts to the point where they're almost spilling out, and the panties are barely there, just the way you both like it.

Every inch of your body is on display as you step in between his legs, your finger hooking beneath his chin to meet your gaze. The usual dark brown of his eyes has almost completely disappeared as his pupils are blown with lust.

"Ready?" you ask softly.

"Ready." As soon as the word has left his mouth, you bring the silk fabric of the blindfold to his face, covering his eyes before tying a knot in the back. It's secure enough not to go anywhere but not so tight that it hurts him. You do it exactly like he's done with you countless times before.

As soon as his sight is taken away, his hands find your thighs, allowing his calloused fingertips to commit every inch of them to memory.

"What's your color?" you ask when the blindfold is adjusted correctly.

"Green," he tells you confidently, and you smile at how he says it. His trust in you is visible in his voice, making the butterflies inside flutter wildly.

You sink on your knees between his legs, and the soft carpet under your knees makes it quite comfortable. Your hands are on his thighs before slowly inching higher, your fingernails softly gliding over the insides of his thighs to tease him a little bit.

A content sound leaves his lips at the feeling, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. After teasing him for a few more moments, you wrap your hand around his now fully hard cock, but it's so big you can barely fit your hand around it as you slowly work him up and down.

"It's so big I can barely fit my hand around it," you tell him between giving small kitten licks to his slit, his mouth going slack in anticipation of what's to come.

"You taste so good, Daddy," you say, and his cock twitches in your hand, which only serves to make you even more wet. The power you have over him, the trust he has put in your hands, has made you so aroused your panties are already completely soaked, and you're dripping onto the carpet below you.

Without any warning, you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly to earn yourself a delicious groan that sends a shiver down your spine. At the same time, your free hand goes to grab his balls, rolling and squeezing carefully while you slowly work more of him into your mouth.

"That's it, Gorgeous, suck Daddy's cock like you're made for it," he says as his hands are holding tightly onto the sheets. His knuckles have turned completely white when his tip hits the back of your throat, his head falling back at the combined pleasures you're giving him.

"Feels so good, fuck!" he exclaims as you suck him down even more. Even though you've never been able to take his entire length down your throat, you're certainly willing to try and see how far you can get every time. Before you do that, you pull off him with a loud pop.

"I want you to cum down my throat, Daddy; I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum," you tell him, and he groans in response to your filthy comment. He revels in the dirty talk you two share during these moments, as it adds to his neverending pleasure.

"Yeah? Does my little slut want Daddy's cum? You better work for it then," he says through gritted teeth as one of his hands is placed on your head, pushing you onto his cock until you're gagging around him. As soon as he hears it, he lets up a little, giving you a moment to breathe before doing it again and repeating this quite a few times.

"What's your color, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you this time, and you tell him that it's 'so fucking green' before he goes back to what he did earlier. However, this time he mainly fucks your mouth and throat enough to be still comfortable; all the while, you never stop playing with his balls, and your hand is still wrapped around the part of him you can't reach with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, 'm cumming, Gorgeous! Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" he exclaims before his orgasm washes over him, his cum shooting into your throat as you suck your cheeks in. You moan around him at the taste of his cum as he pulls out, every last drop being licked from his tip as it slides out your mouth.

You get up from your placement on the floor before straddling his lap, being mindful of his sensitive cock as it's lying between his thighs. Your arms are draped loosely over his shoulders as you lean in to capture his lips with yours, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth.

The taste of him and his cum is still fresh on your tongue, and you swallow down his groan as it is shared between you two. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other is placed on his neck, his own hands kneading the flesh of your ass.

As soon as you pull away, you smile at the thought of what you're about to do next.

"I believe you have to remind yourself of the moment when I said I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," you say, and a content sound slips from Robert's lips.

"Well, since you did not listen to me, I'm going to have to make you listen by using you for my pleasure instead of yours this time. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Yes, Gorgeous," he says, followed by a small sigh. You carefully push him backward until he's lying flat on his back.

"I am going to sit on your face, and you will eat out my pussy until I cum for you. Your hands will stay on my thighs at all times, and if you have to stop, tap either one of my thighs three times, okay?" you ask him, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he's waiting for you to finish.

"Yes." With that, you pull down your now completely ruined panties before discarding them on the floor and taking your place on his face. His arms are hooked over your thighs, and his fingers dig into your flesh as soon as his tongue makes contact with your drenched pussy.

You let out a loud moan as he slurps up every last drop of your juices before letting his tongue dip into your entrance as well as play with your sensitive clit. One of your hands tangles into his hair, and you pull hard as you rock your hips back and forth, the other one finding its place behind you on his chest to give you more leverage.

"That's it, lick my fucking clit until I cum! I'm so close, Daddy, 'm gonna cum for you!" The words are followed by some incoherent thoughts as the pleasure inside you is bound to explode.

The pace you're setting is brutal, but he doesn't let up for even a second, and before you know it, you're entirely soaking the bottom half of his face as your orgasm washes over you, your head thrown back in pleasure with a loud exclaim of his name. It is one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had, and you let yourself fall forward as you go completely limp for a long moment.

"I will never get enough of your sweet taste, Gorgeous, especially when I can drink it directly from the source," he says with a grin. You sigh in contentment before picking yourself back up, ready to move on with the rest of your scene together.

"What's your color, Daddy?"

"So fucking green, Gorgeous, 'm feeling amazing right now," he tells you, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good. I want you to sit up and carefully move backward until you feel the pillows so you can get seated comfortably against the headboard, okay?" you ask, and he nods. He does it all while blindfolded, and you help him get comfortable when he has found his place.

"To finish off our special celebration, I'm going to ride this delicious monster cock of yours until you're cumming deep inside my tight, warm pussy as a reward for you being good tonight," you tell him, and he hums in delight.

"Sounds perfect, Gorgeous," he whispers before you place a kiss on his lips and straddle his hips, his cock fully hard as it's lying against his abdomen. A small dribble of pre-cum leaks from the tip as you grab it and line it up before slowly sinking, giving yourself the time to properly adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you.

When he eventually bottoms out, you both let out long, broken moans, the pleasure threatening to become too much right at that moment.

"Color?" ''Green, Gorgeous, 'm always green with you," he whispers, and you can't help but chuckle at his words.

"You feel so good when you're wrapped around me. So warm 'n' tight," he says as he pulls you against him, his face nuzzling in your neck as he inhales your scent. Warm vanilla combined with a hint of something spicy has his mind going into overdrive.

"I want to have another baby with you, Gorgeous. I want to have another beautiful baby that looks just like you, with your beautiful eyes, nose, and lips. Please, shall we make another baby?" he asks, and you're grateful he's blindfolded; otherwise, he would have seen the bright red color on your cheeks at the confession of his words.

"Yes, Robert, I want that too. I want all of that and more; please fuck a baby into me!" you tell him before you start lifting yourself and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that has you both moaning and groaning.

Robert leans forward as he makes contact with your pulse point, sucking a deep purple bruise there as you keep riding him, your head lulling to the side as he does so.

"God, that's it, Gorgeous, ride this cock like my perfect slut. Can't wait to fuck another baby into you, that's what you want, isn't it? To have every last drop of my cum in this sweet pussy of yours until you're pregnant?" he asks, and you just nod in response, even though he can't see it. You don't trust yourself enough not to let it slip in the heat of the moment that you’re already pregnant.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy! Please cum with me!" you tell him, and he does precisely that. The second you're both falling over the edge, Robert pulls you close to his body as his hands rub soft circles over your back.

"That's it, Gorgeous. Doin' so well for me," he says as you melt into his embrace. You two stay like this for quite a while, even after he has gone soft inside you. Once the blindfold is finally removed, you're very happy to be looking into your husband's eyes again, a broad smile appearing on your lips as you do.

"I love you so much, Robert. And congratulations again on winning the Oscar; no one deserved it more than you," you tell him, and tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"I couldn't have done it without you or our baby June," he tells you, and the tears start to roll down his cheeks at the thought of his daughter. She is an exact copy of you, from the hair to the facial features, but she has the character of her Dad, making her the perfect combination of you both.

"Don't cry, Bubba. We will always support you no matter what," you whisper before kissing his nose softly. His eyes flutter shut as the tears keep finding their way onto his cheeks, and you keep wiping them away. You'll always be there to support him, no matter what.

"I love you so much, and I'm forever grateful to have you by my side," he tells you, and you nod.

"I love you too, Robert. But it's about time we get cleaned up and cuddle before sleep. My Mom will be here to drop June off around 9, so we should get some sleep while we still can," you tell him, and he nods.

The clean-up is swift, and before you know it, you're dressed in a pair of panties and one of Robert's shirts, and he's dressed in nothing but basketball shorts. If little June, your 3-year-old daughter, decides to run into your bedroom in the morning, you're both adequately dressed.

That night, you both sleep like logs, and all too soon for your liking, your alarm goes off, but you get out of bed anyway. You have to prepare a little surprise for your husband, so you have told him he can stay in bed, and he happily does as he turns over again.

As soon as your Mom walks through the door with June, she immediately stretches her arms out to be held by you.

"Good morning, Princess! Did you have fun at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night?" you ask after giving her a big kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah! Can I cuddle Daddy now?" she asks, and you shake your head with a smile at her comment. She's a Daddy's girl through and through, but before she can wake him up, you must change her shirt first.

"I want you to help me surprise Daddy, okay? But to do that, we need to put another T-shirt on you that says 'Big Sister' on it! Because that's what you're going to be later this year. You are going to be the best big sister to the baby growing in Mommy's belly!" you tell her, and she looks at you with wide eyes.

"Yay! I'm a big sister!" she exclaims excitedly, making you smile widely. Her enthusiasm is like her Daddy's, and you cannot get enough of it.

"You are, but Daddy doesn't know yet so that you can surprise him," you tell her again. She agrees before allowing you to change her unicorn shirt for a bright pink one with "BIG SISTER" written across it.

"Alright, go surprise Daddy!" you tell her, and she's immediately off to the bedroom, where she knows he will be. You and your Mom are as close behind her as she is.

"Daddy! Daddy! I'm a big sister!" she happily says as she runs into the bedroom. It takes Robert quite a long moment to understand what's going on, but when it finally clicks, he couldn't be happier.

"Do you want to be a big sister?" he asks, and June nods excitedly.

"Yes! I'm a BIG sister now," she says with her arms raised high, and you come to sit on the edge of the bed, where June and Robert are currently cuddling.

"I'm pregnant again, Robert, and if everything goes according to plan, we'll have a beautiful Halloween baby," you tell him, and for the second time in less than 12 hours, tears of joy roll down his cheeks. The last time he felt this happy was when you told him you were pregnant with your oldest daughter, and to have another addition to the family makes him feel extremely proud.

"Did you also know Daddy won a big prize yesterday?" Robert asks her, and she nods.

"Yes, Grandma showed me! Good job, Daddy. You won a big prize, and I am a big sister. Now we're both big!" she rambles, and you cannot stop laughing at it. Her enthusiasm is amazing, and you never want her to grow up. If it were up to you, you would freeze this moment and stay in it forever because this is what pure happiness feels like.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing

AN: in honor of the man’s first Oscar win, we’re gonna celebrate!!!! Yeah it’s taken me a while but life happened with the new job so here we go.

“so award winner, what do you want to do now?” I asked Tony as we headed out to the limo. Tony clutched the award like his life depended on it, even though he had been playing with it not moments ago in the photocall.

“I think you know.” Tony whispered as we climbed in. His hand went to my thigh and squeezed. “Want to skip the after party?”

“Why not?” I shrugged. “I was never much for the party scene.” Tony chuckled as he leaned his head against mine.

“no you weren’t.” He teased, kissing me slowly as I cupped his cheeks. “Surprised I was able to convince you to come out to this.”

“Yeah well.” I shrugged, letting one hand slide down his neck to his chest. “You were pretty much guaranteed to win.” I held onto his lapel as I drew him closer again. “Although I have to admit seeing the look on hammers face when he handed you the award was worth it too.” Tony laughed and nodded.

“I hope someone got that recorded.” Tony said. I smiled at him.

“I was going to wait until your birthday but…” I teased. Tony pumped his fist and I laughed.

"Hell yes!" He laughed. The limo pulled up to the house and Tony grabbed my hand as we got out. "Now I do believe there was something I wanted to do now that I won?" I nodded and hugged Tony's arm as we walked into the house. The award was put on an end table and Tony picked me up.

"Tony!" I squealed as he started to climb up to our bedroom. "I swear to god if you drop me..."

"I wouldn't drop you." Tony assured me as he paused ono the stairs to kiss me. "I could never." He started to hum and I gently smacked him upside the head.

"Don't you dare Rickroll me!" I laughed. "That is a sure fire way to make sure you don't get any tonight." Tony pouted but stopped humming. When we reached the bedroom, he gently put me on the bed before starting to strip.

"You look so hot. Been so hard keeping my hands to myself all night." He said as he pulled his shirt over his head. I flushed and let my eyes roam over his chest. "Finally can get my hands on you and I don't even know where I want to start." I giggled and motioned for him to come closer.

"I know where you can start." I said with a smile. Tony smiled back at me and climbed on the bed. "Undress me." I whispered against his lips as he leaned in to kiss me. Tony happily obliged and in the blink of an eye I was naked. “Come on baby. Show me some of that award winning performance.” Tony laughed as he kissed me again.

“and I’m the one who got in trouble for humming Rick astley.” He teased. Tony wasted no time thrusting into me. I moaned at the feeling as he paused, giving me time to adjust. “Love you.” Tony whispered against my lips as he kissed me. “Not sure I said it enough in my speak. But I do.”

“you said it plenty.” I breathed out as he started to thrust slowly into me. “More than I’ve ever heard you say it.” I reached up and cupped Tony’s cheek. “I love you so much.” He smiled at me as he picked up speed and thrust harder into me.

“is this award winning enough for you?” Tony teased. I moaned in response. “Maybe you should get me an actual award for this.” I reached up and tugged on his hair.

“maybe i should get you an award for running your mouth.” I said. Tony groaned and snapped his hips against mine. He buried his face in my shoulder as the only sound in the room became his hips hitting against mine. My grip on his hair became tighter as my orgasm crashed over me. Tony moaned and bit my shoulder as he followed me over the edge. We stayed there for a minute, trying to catch our breath before he rolled over. I adjusted myself against his chest and pressed a kiss to his chest.

“god after all this I’m fucking exhausted.” Tony mumbled. I laughed and leaned up to kiss him.

“there you have it folks.” I teased. “My award winning man, Tony stark.”

[mischievous-thunder]

[marvelouttakes]

THE FACT HE KNOWS

[vikwrites]

His Sweet Girl - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 724 words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Blindfolds / Daddy Kink / Oral Sex Author's Notes ➣ A short drabble written for my friend @mrshottiefinder on Instagram, written in an barely hour and not proofread. Comments + reblogs are highly appreciated to support more of my sleep-deprived ramblings, enjoy <3

You were snugly nestled between Tony’s legs, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The plush carpet beneath your knees cushioned your weight as you leaned onto him. His deft fingers traced patterns through your hair, smooth and comforting. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

The space between you and him feels simultaneously intimate and vast. His body radiates heat, and you can feel every inch of it as he stands so close to you. Your longing to feel his skin against yours is palpable, hindered only by the thin barrier of his dress-pants. The scent of Tony’s cologne filled your nose, a blend of musk and spice that was just uniquely him.

Tony was still dressed in his alpine suit. His tie, neatly fastened in a knot around his neck. The contrast of his crisp, tailored appearance against your barely-there attire was always a turn-on for you. You kneeled before him in nothing but a skimpy black dress, which left almost nothing to the imagination and his favourite pair of heels, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze.

The warmth of his touch radiated through your entire body, causing you to melt into his fingers even more. Every breath he took seemed to fill the room with an intoxicating scent that made your head spin. 

"Such a good girl," Tony cooed in a deep, seductive tone as he continued to play with your hair, he’d always enjoyed toying with it, he did pay for it anyways.

“How about you play with daddy for a bit, hm? I know you want to." Behind his soft, coordinated actions, you could sense the desperation in his voice as he longed to feel you around him too. 

With deliberate slowness, you ran your tongue along the zipper of his dress-pants, your tongue traced a slow, teasing path. Tony’s low groan was followed by a tightening grip on your hair, but you didn't stop. 

You wanted to see how far you could push him. You teased at his fly, feeling the zipper with your teeth and tasting the metallic tang in your mouth. But you didn't mind the bitter taste; all you craved was to taste him.

Slowly, you used your teeth to unfasten his fly, all the while keeping your eyes glued onto his. It was a wordless game of seduction, fuelled by the intensity in his dark gaze meeting yours.

With haste, his boxers were pulled down, a harsh contrast to your tender, tentative touch earlier. But you couldn't wait any longer; eagerly taking his half-hard cock in your adrenaline-fueled, trembling hands and giving it a few full strokes.

"Fuck, play with it, baby," Tony groaned as he relaxed into your touch, his legs no longer as constricting as they were before. You heard rustling as Tony fiddled to get his tie off, bringing it to your eyes and tying it behind your head, leaving you in near-darkness, completely at his mercy.

You felt his hands pulling at your hair once again as he guided your eager mouth towards his cock. Almost salivating as you took him into your mouth, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of sweat and sex, as well as the salty taste of his pre-cum. You gagged as you took him in with one swift motion, making obscene noises that undoubtedly turned him on as he let out a blissful sigh. 

"Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he moaned, one hand gripping your hair in a loose ponytail and the other around your neck, it wasn’t that constricting, but god it was sexy as fuck.

As Tony thrusted into your throat, your lipstick smudged around your cheek and the flushed skin of his cock. His movements started slow and cautious as he whispered gentle praises and encouragements, but soon they became frantic and desperate, a clear sign of his impending orgasm.

"Oh god—shit! 'm gonna cum for you, baby!" Tony moaned as he shoved himself deep into the back of your throat. Tears were now streaming freely down your face, mixing in with your once-pristine makeup, staining his expensive tie; but you didn't care anymore. You moaned as you felt his warm cum running down your throat, only intensifying the pleasure for you.

As Tony withdrew, your body was immediately scooped up, your chest pressed onto his firm, muscular torso, the soft pulse of his reactor warming your body as his hands returning to stroke your hair. The tie was discarded without a second thought, finding its place on the floor. His soft, loving gaze meeting yours.  

"My sweet girl," Tony smirked, his lips claiming yours.

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