#tony stark one-shot

[captainwans]

── BUZZFEED THIRST TWEETS. ( featuring sebastian stan, anthony mackie. )

▹ pairing: sebastian stan, anthony mackie x husband!alex turner and fem!actress reader.

▹ summary: what could be a more unhinged and unserious thirst tweets episode with this trio?

▹ warning: vulgar language, mentions of profanities, swearing—but mostly harmless and a good laugh! just pure chaos!

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“I’M ACTUALLY SO SCARED TO READ THESE.” [Y/N] admitted to the crew members, eyes painted with slight worry as she was sandwiched between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. It was yet another movie promotion for the Avengers Infinity War and the actress was finally reunited with her two favorite co-stars, starring in a new episode of Buzzfeed Thirst Tweets.

Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle, agreeing with her. “Gosh, I already regret this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. He glanced at Anthony, who was holding the blue bucket of thirst tweets from the fans.

Anthony wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, “This is gonna be good.” he said in a serious tone, making [Y/N] quietly giggle, giving the camera a look before watching Anthony reading the first tweet.

“So, this is what we love to do on a Saturday…reading thirst tweet,” Sebastian told the camera, turning his head to his co-stars as Anthony pulled out the first tweet.

Anthony smirked, “On [Y/N]’s comfortable couch!” Sebastian and [Y/N] shake their heads with another laugh. “Get on with it, Mackie!”

Anthony cleared his throat, reading the tweet, “[Y/N] could literally run me over with a tank and I’d say, thank you.” 

The actress burst out laughing, shoulders shaking while Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. “I mean, I’d apologize first, but, I-I appreciate the dedication,” she said to the camera, a small laugh escaping from her lips. 

Sebastian chuckled, “No, I think they would actually thank you,” he told her, grabbing his water bottle and taking a small sip. Anthony turned his head to the actress with a grin, “Right, they’d be like ‘Queen, do it again.’”

[Y/N]’s hands roamed around the bucket, hand clasping at another tweet, this time aimed at Sebastian. She smiled before reading, “Sebastian Stan could punch me in the face and I’d still ask him to marry me.” she read, giving the tweet to Sebastian. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Anthony shakes his head, “This is why sea bass gets away with anything!” he whined, looking at the camera with a scowl, making Sebastian chuckle, “I mean…you don’t know what you like until you try it.” he cheekily said to the camera, making [Y/N] and Anthony squeal with laughter.

Sebastian muttered a small prayer, picking up another tweet. “Anthony Mackie could talk me into anything. Man could say “jump,” and I’d say–” Sebastian stops mid-sentence and bursts out laughing, making the pair prompt him to continue. “Finish the tweet, Seb.” [Y/N] whined, nudging his side with her elbow.

Anthony sighed impatiently, snatching the paper from Sebastian, who was dying of laughter, almost falling off the couch. “Man could say “jump” and I’d say ‘How high, daddy?’” [Y/N] almost spat out her drink, her throat emitting a small cough, making the crew laugh. “Oh my God!” 

Sebastian was still cackling and he had to lean on [Y/N] for support, who was also a mess. Anthony looked at the camera, a smirk forming his handsome features. “I accept this.”

“This is getting out of hand, guys.” [Y/N] scolded, her face morphing into a deep frown at the camera, referring to their fans with a disappointed look.

She handed the bucket to Anthony, who picked up a tweet. “[Y/N] could bench-press me I’d gladly be her gym equipment.” The crew behind the camera completely lost it, and Anthony got up and walked away, while Sebastian gave the camera a horrified look.

Heat flooded over her cheeks as she laughed, her flustered face looking at the camera while picking up the tweet from the floor. “W-What does that even mean?!” She stuttered, laughter bubbling in her throat.

Sebastian snatched the paper from her hands and showed it to the camera, “It means you need to start charging rent because you’re living in their head rent-free.” he bleated, giving the camera a disapproving look.

“Ok, guys, let’s finish these. We have a few left,” the cameraman said with a chuckle, watching the spectacle in front of him. Anthony came back and sat back down, taking a long sip from his bottle.

[Y/N] picked up a tweet, lips curving upwards. “Anthony Mackie could look at me and I’d get pregnant instantly.” she paused, looking at the camera, “The power,” she said, making Anthony shrug his shoulder with a cocky expression.

“I’ll take that responsibility.” He said, making Sebastian laugh as he picked up a tweet of himself, “Oh God….Bucky Barnes could choke me with his metal arm, and I’d say ‘Harder’” Sebastian read his tweet, immediately standing up and leaving the frame, his voice echoing around the room. “For the love of God!”

Anthony fell down the chair with a loud wheeze while [Y/N] looked concerned, looking around the room and giving the crew members an appalled look. She sighed. “I need therapy after this,” she admitted, putting the bucket on the table.

Sebastian scoffed from off-camera, “No, they need therapy!”

Anthony shook his head, wiping his eyes with his hands before picking up another tweet. “I love this. C’mon, there are still some left,” he said to his co-stars, who exchanged a glance before pulling themselves together.

Anthony gave the next tweet to [Y/N] with a funny look, who looked at the camera with a nervous look. “[Y/N] could step on me and I’d bark.” She read, her chest vibrating from laughter. “Why are you people like this?”

Anthony loudly cackled, his shoulders shaking. Sebastian’s expression turned serious as he looked at the actress, “Woof.” he said, making Anthony laugh harder while [Y/N] pushed him off the couch, screaming with laughter. 

Sebastian chuckled, getting up from the floor while grabbing the bucket. She slapped his hand, still laughing. “S-Stop! I don’t think I can handle this anymore.” she giggled, leaning into Anthony for support.

Sebastian grinned, “Oh, I love this tweet. Alex Turner is the luckiest man alive to get that every damn day. I’d give up my soul to be in his position. That body, that face... I’m sweating just thinking about it." [Y/N] hides her face with her hands, completely flustered while the whole room erupts in laughter and whistles.

Anthony whistled, looking at the person who came into the room. “Speaking of the sun.” he chimed, eyes painted with playfulness as he watched Alex standing at the doorway with a confused look. “What are you guys doing?” he asked the trio as he walked toward them, giving the camera a look.

“Suffering.” [Y/N] answered her husband while fanning herself. 

“Reading thirst tweets. You wanna join, Strumzilla?” Anthony asked him, wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Alex shake his head, deep chuckles emitting from his lips, “No, I–uh, I’m good. I’m just here to pick up my guitar.” he excused, turning to leave, but Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt. 

“Oh, no, Al. You’re in this now,” he told him with a wink, shifting in his seat to make room for Alex to sit. The musician cursed under his breath, reluctantly sitting down.

Anthony gave him a tweet with a funny look, “Read and see what the fans say about your wife,” he jested, making [Y/N] snort, small giggles coming out of her mouth. “Oh gosh, no! He’s not ready for that.”

Alex sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. He licked his lips before reading, “[Y/N] could spit in my coffee, and I’d drink it like it was holy water.” Alex froze, eyes looking at his wife with a disturbed look. 

Anthony and Sebastian shook with laughter, their cackles echoing across the room. “Oh my God!” [Y/N] screams with laughter, slapping her thighs as the whole room died, again. “First of all—” she tried to say, but ended up gasping between giggles, her words lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter at her husband’s deadpan look.

“That is wild,” Alex exclaimed, gripping the paper and giving the camera crew a genuinely concerned look before giving his wife another look, which made her chuckle with a scowl.

“Why are you looking at me like I wrote it?” she chortled, giggling as she hit his shoulder, making his lips crack a smile. 

The married couple looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who were still howling with laughter. The camera panned to the duo and back to Alex and [Y/N], who looked at them with a chuckle. “Are you guys okay?” Alex asked, watching them regaining their composure. 

“Oh, man. This is the best day of my life.” Anthony chimed, clearing his throat. He gave the camera a look, “Did we finish all of the tweets?” he asked a crew member, who shrugged in response asking if there was any more left.

Sebastian’s hand roamed around the blue bucket, eyes sparking as he picked up the last tweet. He read the paper, a wide grin reaching his handsome features.

He gave it to Alex, who looked at him, dumbfounded. “What a better way to finish this episode,” Sebastian said to the camera, making [Y/N] inch closer to her husband, reading the tweet.

“I already know my tweets are a nightmare,” Alex mumbled, but enough for the whole room to hear as they laughed. He almost choked on air, eyebrows furrowed as he read the tweet loudly. “If I ever get reincarnated, I wanna come back as a chair so Alex Turner can sit on me.” 

[Y/N] laughed, hitting him in the chest. “Honestly, that’s something I would write,” she admitted, making Alex shake his head with a laugh.

Anthony laughed and looked at the camera, “Y’all are nasty!” he turned to Alex, grabbing his shoulder, “Your fans are just as bad as ours.” 💬 … Comments:

@/fanaticforfame: lmao alex looks so disgusted by the thirst tweets 

@/starryobsessed23: nobody mentions the fact that seb calls alex for al MY HEART

@/buckysoldiers: anthony calling alex strumzilla got to be the funniest thing ever

@/turnerflower: ok but alex interacting with the marvel cast was not something that i needed so badly

@/lovelyyn85: they're so unapologetically unhinged and unserious i love them so much

@/arctic-lovers: marvel and arctic monkeys fans unite!

@/scarletswidow: we need a part two with alex!!!!

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

That’s My Girl (Steve Rodgers x Reader Drabble) 

The Avengers were playing around at Tony’s party, each of them trying to pick up Thor’s hammer. The competition had begun when Clint had questioned the integrity of the whole “you can only lift the hammer if you are worthy” thing, and Thor challenged him to try to lift it up himself. After his failure, he invited Tony to try. Tony gave his best attempt before grabbing his Iron Man hand. Soon, he’d recruited Rhodey with his War Machine hand, and the two of them pulled on the handle and still failed to pick up the hammer. Bruce was invited to try, and he got so frustrated that he forced himself to stop. 

Steve rolled up his sleeves and wrapped his hands around the handle, then pulled with all of his might. But even he couldn’t pick it up. 

You felt tired, and so you weren’t participating, about to head upstairs to go to bed. You walked by to say goodnight, though. “Hey, y’all, I’m going to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said with a soft smile as you walked by them. Your leg hit the hammer and knocked it down. You bent over, picked it up easily, and handed it back to Thor. “Sorry about that,” you said casually, then walked away upstairs, letting out a small yawn of exhaustion.

The Avengers stared at you, shocked. Steve just grinned. “That’s my girl!”

[literaryavenger]

You Were My Sunshine

Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.

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“Have a good day.” Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.

You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.

“So, we’re really just accepting this?” Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and he’s sure you can’t hear him.

“Yes, Buck.” Steve says firmly.

“But-” Bucky’s protests are cut off by Tony.

“She’s entitled to her privacy.” He says firmly. “Just let it go, Frosty.”

Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.

You’ve always been an open person, you’re always there for everybody that needs you and you’re not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.

Your life is an open book.

Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.

You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you don’t use credit cards anywhere. 

It’s like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.

At least that’s how the team sees it. 

They’ve all tried to figure out where you go, but that’s the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:

Don’t worry about it.

After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it. 

Everyone except Bucky.

It’s not like you’re that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.

Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.

That’s why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t follow you, that you’re allowed to have your secrets. But he can’t help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane. 

He just needs you. to know.

So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, it’s one of his favorite places to visit when he’s in the city.

He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like you’re looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.

You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. ‘Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince’, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because he’s talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Bucky’s favorites.

You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.

Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky you’re too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.

He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.

Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you can’t really see him unless you were really looking for him. But you’re so engrossed in reading that Bucky’s sure he could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even realize it.

He knows you get like that when you’re reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times you’ve read them already.

Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.

It’s actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?

But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something you’d done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when you’re so into the words you’re reading.

So why do it in secret?

After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the book’s trance and gather your things before getting up.

Bucky frowns when you don’t get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Bucky’s never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you can’t see him.

He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. It’s clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like you’re pretty close to them even though he’s never even heard you mention this place before. When you’re done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesn’t want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.

After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and he’s surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.

It’s clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.

So why don’t the Avengers? 

You looked so comfortable with all the people you’ve met today, Bucky can’t help but think that maybe you don’t feel like you belong on the team.

You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.

He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.

He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.

“Hi, mom…” You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Bucky’s sure it’s a forced smile. “Happy birthday.”

You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadn’t eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.

“So…” You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.

A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.

Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.

You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.

“So, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.” You say with a small smile. “It’s our favorite, hadn’t read it in a while.”

Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.

“It took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.” You say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 400 pages in, don’t judge me.” 

Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He can’t help but find you adorable.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. “That’s what you told me when I was scared of the dark…” You say quietly with a smile.

“And that’s what you told me before you…” You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.

That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.

He’s more than surprised that he didn’t know your mother died, and he’s pretty sure the rest of the team doesn’t know either.

Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.

But Bucky’s even more surprised to see you breaking down, something you’ve never done before. You’re cheery, you’re bubbly, you’re everyone’s little ray of sunshine.

And it breaks Bucky’s heart to know you’ve been falling apart when you’re by yourself all these years.

“I’m sorry I only come here once a year, I just…” You start, so quietly that Bucky’s glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. “I miss you so much and I can’t… I can’t bear this.”

He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you can’t stop crying.

“I’m trying to be the person you loved…” You say after a moment of silence. “Your little ray of sunshine.” You chuckle softly through the tears.

It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. It’s how you’ve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

You are my sunshine

Bucky’s thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing. 

My only sunshine

Bucky knows this song. It’s a lullaby that he’s heard you sing once before.

Clint’s family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.

You probably didn’t realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and it’s not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clint’s room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.

You make me happy, when skies are gray 

You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little. 

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Bucky can see you’re having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.

Please don’t take… My sunshine… Away

Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.

Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these. 

Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...

Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey…” He says quietly.

His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.

Bucky didn’t expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.

“Goddammit, Bucky!” You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.

For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.

“Did you fucking follow me?!” Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.

“I…” Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows he’s in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?!” You snap at him. “You didn’t understand what the meaning of privacy is?!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen you this angry at anyone that’s not an enemy and surely never at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was just curious, I didn’t think this would be it, I thought…”

“You thought what?” You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I thought maybe you were a supervillain…” He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. “Or a stripper.”

His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand he’s just joking before you actually punch him in the face.

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.

“I really am sorry…” He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. “I know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didn’t plan on bothering you at all, which doesn’t make what I did better,” He quickly adds when he sees you’re about to say something.

“But when I saw you crying, I just… I couldn’t help myself.” He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. “You’re always there for everybody, I don’t think it’s fair that you don’t let anybody be there for you.”

You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know he’s right, you don’t let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.

But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...

So you let him.

You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.

“She died when I was 14.” You say quietly. “I only had her, so I was on my own after that…”

Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.

“A few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressed…” You have a faint smile at the memory although it’s clear you’re about to cry again. “They offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I don’t know… I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering. 

“Doll…” He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. “It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.”

His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way he’s looking at you so lovingly, it’s all too much for you and can’t hold back your tears anymore.

With a broken sob, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.

In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes it’s not like you don’t feel like you belong with the Avengers.

This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because you’ve always had to.

And he’ll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Interruption

A/N: A surprise smut? Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading this!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ oral sex.

Tony Stark Masterlist

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The moment your knees hit the floor before him, Tony knew he was goner. He’d been a sucker for that smart mouth on you and the wonders your tongue could do.

His cock was already straining against his pants as you stroked him over his denims, his bulge growing painful with every passing second. The sly grin on your face indicated you had plans of taking your time tonight, making him beg for release which he’d never admit but secretly loved.

“Undo my pants at least, Y/N, you’re killing me here.” Tony murmured, giving your hair a gentle but firm tug.

“You missed the magic word, Stark..” you smirked, toying with the button his jeans, waiting.

Rolling his eyes, Tony tried coaxing you to unbutton but you being you, simply blinked up at the billionaire.

“Please, Y/N.” he gave in, relieved as you lowered the zipper and pushed the fabric constraints down his legs. His boxers were the next to be ridden, you giggled softly as he practically sighed at his erect cock springing free.

“What now?” Your voice laced with innocence while your mind was devious, wanting to hear him say where and how he needed you. It had become somewhat of a kink for you.

“Take me in that dirty little mouth of yours. All of me.” Tony gripped your hair behind your head, watching as your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip at the sight of his length.

Obliging, you opened your mouth and slowly tested the waters, letting just tip of him inside, already tasting the salty eagerness there. Tony let out a soft grunt as your mouth enveloped his cock in a sense of familiarity, making it twitch in a way that only you could manage.

Just as you were about to swallow more of him, your phone rang loud and shrill, disturbing the sensual quiet of the night. Tony being closest to where it was kept on your dresser, glanced at the name and let out a huff of annoyance.

“It’s the annoying prick from your work. Why is he calling you at this hour?”

“Will? I don’t know.” You momentarily left his cock unattended to answer him, still on your knees, not exactly wanting to get up to answer the phone.

“No. It’s Richard. Wait—how many guys are trying their luck with you here? I’m gonna answer this for you.” Tony muttered, rolling his eyes as he picked up your phone.

Shrugging in nonchalance, you resumed your task at hand, this time, tracing the vein that ran on the underside of his cock rather languidly while you heard him speak to your colleague.

“Y/N? Oh! She uh, she’s a bit pre-occupied right now.” He was annoyed as the guy instead of hanging up began asking your whereabouts. Glancing down at you, Tony could see you press your thighs together, as if knowing someone else could be listening in turned you on. 

Nodding once, Tony watched his cock disappear as you let your velvety warmth encompass him completely, his breath hitching as his grip on your phone tightened.

“Do you want to leave a message for her, she’s really working hard on something here.” He shook his head as you grinned, still stuffed with him, now letting your tongue do its thing, the thing that drove your boyfriend absolutely crazy.

Tony cursed under his breath, not caring if your colleague heard him or the little sinful moan you’d uttered while you worked him up to his climax. You knew just what he liked so your hand that earlier gripped his thigh had joined the party, tending to his balls while his length twitched in your mouth, signalling he was close.

“Ah fuck! Just like that, Y/N.”

Tony looked rather smug as the person on the other line caught on what was happening, awkwardly excusing himself before the line went silent. You couldn’t care less, bringing Tony pleasure was your sole focus as you did just that, feeling his legs shuffle a little as his muscles tensed.

“I’m gonna—”

He didn’t get to finish as you continued your ministrations, only slowing down when you felt spurts of hot cum shoot down your throat, and Tony’s loud moans fill the room as he emptied his seed.

Pleased, you stood up with a cat-ate-the-canary smile, pulling him in for a kiss which you both sighed into, evidence of your doing lingering on your tongue.

“What a hot menace you are.” Tony murmured against your lips, making you chuckle.

“But I’m your hot menace, aren’t I?”

“That’s right. And these bozos need to know that. I’m gonna make sure they do.” Tony muttered with a pout, already making plans for announcing to the goddamn world that you were taken.

[amethystarachnid]

Hi @amethystarachnid I just read that new drabble with tony and it's so cute and funny. I want to request for a lovely drabble w y/n & tony y/n pampering him and babying him and lots of kisses and tony loving it but acting all tough and sassy in front of other Avengers and y/n teasing him about it. It'd be so cute 🤭

I read that you're busy so write only if you can. Thank you buddy ‭❤

PAMPERING TONY STARK - A Drabble

I love pampering people and just taking care of them so this is heaven for me...and that's because this is so long lol.

The first time you do it, Tony freezes like a deer in headlights. You just cup his face in your hands, plant a long, obnoxiously loud smooch on his forehead, and go, “Who’s my handsome genius billionaire?”

“Uh. Me?” He blinks, genuinely unsure if this is a trick.

“Yes, you.” You pepper more kisses on his cheeks, his nose, and right at the corner of his lips. He’s absolutely malfunctioning. You can practically hear the Windows error sound in his brain.

“Okay, okay, slow down—what’s this for?” he asks, voice dropping into that flustered I’m totally fine, don’t make a big deal out of it tone.

You just grin. “Because I love you, duh.” And then you smoosh his cheeks together and make him do a ridiculous little fish face before landing another loud kiss on his lips.

Tony Stark—Mr. Cool, Confident, Cocky—actually sputters.

“This is—this is excessive. I have a reputation,” he protests weakly, but his hands are already resting on your waist, and he’s definitely leaning in just a little.

You ignore him and keep at it. “Awww, is my genius getting all shy? Can’t handle a little love?” Another kiss. Another. Another.

“I can handle it,” he grumbles, though his ears are turning pink. You kiss them too, just to prove a point.

At first, he pretends to put up a fight every time you do this—like when you ambush him while he’s working, or when you trap him on the couch, straddling his lap just to smother him with affection.

“Sweetheart, I have a very delicate and important project—”

Kiss.

“You can’t just—”

Kiss. Kiss.

“I am a grown man—”

KISS.

Eventually, he just gives up. Fully accepts his fate. Melts into every touch, every kiss, every obnoxious display of affection.

And now, if a day goes by without you showering him with attention, he gets huffy.

“Excuse me, but I believe you forgot to shower me in love and affection today. Am I not your favorite billionaire anymore?”

If you try to hold back for even a second, he literally pouts. “Wow. So this is how I get treated after all we’ve been through.”

But the moment you pull him in and absolutely smother him in kisses again, his entire face lights up, and he grumbles, “Yeah, okay. Maybe this is kinda nice.”

In private? Tony is an absolute menace for your affection. If you so much as sit down next to him, he’s already pulling you into his lap like, “I’m just making sure you don’t get away before I get my daily dose, obviously.”

But the moment the Avengers are around? Oh, suddenly, he’s Mr. Too Cool for This Soft Stuff™.

The first time Steve walks in on you kissing Tony’s face like he’s a tiny, spoiled prince, Tony immediately sits up and clears his throat. “Ahem. Yeah, uh, work stuff, Cap. Very official.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Work stuff?”

“Yes, very advanced research in…uh, emotional stability enhancement. Clearly.”

“Uh-huh.” Steve tries not to laugh.

You just smirk and lean in again, pressing a big mwah to Tony’s cheek. “Awww, am I distracting the big strong genius?”

Tony makes a deeply unconvincing groan, but the moment Steve leaves, he instantly turns and demands another one. “Okay, now that we’re alone—continue. Extensively.”

Natasha catches him once too. You’re literally trapping Tony in a hug, your fingers threading through his hair, kissing the top of his head. He’s definitely leaning into it, looking half-asleep and utterly content—until Natasha coughs.

“Wow,” she deadpans. “You gonna survive, Stark?”

Tony, without missing a beat, immediately sits up. “Listen, I have no choice in this. I’m just an innocent bystander in this overly affectionate attack.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease, crossing your arms. “Because someone literally climbed into my lap last night just to demand forehead kisses.”

“Lies and slander.”

“Tony, you literally pouted at me when I stopped.”

“Okay, first of all, I was testing the effects of withdrawal. For science.”

Natasha just smirks and walks away, while Tony groans and mutters, “Ugh, this is your fault.”

But despite all his protests in front of the team, everyone knows the truth.

Clint casually walks in one day, sees you sitting on the couch while Tony full-on buries his face in your neck, and just sips his coffee. “So, uh…you still claiming you hate affection?”

Tony doesn’t even lift his head. “Shut up, Legolas.”

And when you call him out for being a big softie, he just rolls his eyes. “Pfft. Soft? No, no, sweetheart, you’re the one addicted to this. I’m just doing my duty as a supportive boyfriend.”

“Oh really?” You grin and pull away slightly. “So if I stop giving you kisses, you’ll be fine?”

Tony freezes.

You smirk, moving just an inch further away.

“…Okay, now, let’s not be rash,” he says quickly, wrapping his arms back around you. “Let’s be reasonable adults about this.”

“You need my kisses,” you tease.

“I don’t need them, I just—” He sighs dramatically. “—fine, maybe I need them. A little.”

You boop his nose. “Good boy.”

“Okay, that’s too far—”

But you cut him off with another kiss, and suddenly, all of Tony’s sass mysteriously disappears.

hope you liked it <3

[ironinc]

Hey 🤗✨ Hope you're doing well! I have another request for you!

So it's a Tony x reader request (I'm sorry, I'm obsessed with that man). He leaves for a business trip in a couple of days and reader gets an idea-What if they make a movie that Tony can watch when he misses her? And when I say movie, I mean the spicy type of movie....😉

Secret Tape.ᝰ.ᐟ (Pt.1)

Tony Stark x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ Your husband, Tony Stark, is going on a three-week business trip, and you plan to surprise him with a sexy twist - a special video you made together. He has no idea it's coming, and it'll surely make his trip more bearable.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, secretly recording, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: I apologize for posting this so late, my life has been so good but a bit busy. Thank you so much for this request!:!&: THEY MAKE ME SO EXCITED. I’m gonna make this into two parts only because I want to add a suspense to this one. So I hope I don’t fail you 😫🙏🏽

⤷ Word count: 2,039

⤷ Special song to add spice: Kill Shot by Magdalena Bay

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Tonight’s the night. 

You run your fingers through your freshly silk-pressed hair, the straight strands sliding like water over your shoulder. The mirror reflects your nervous smile, the bedroom dimly lit with the warm glow of bedside lamps. 

Tony’s suitcase sits at the foot of the bed, packed and ready for his three-week trip. And tucked neatly inside, buried beneath his neatly folded shirts, lies your secret—the USB drive with the video you’ve meticulously created for him. He has no idea. None.

You glance at the clock on the nightstand. 11:47 PM. He’s still in his workshop, tinkering with something—probably the suit. You’ve got time. Slipping into the bathroom, you lock the door behind you and pull out your phone. You open the video file, your heart racing as the screen flickers to life.

There you are, lying on the bed, the camera angled just right to capture every curve, every flicker of your brown skin. Your freshly silk-pressed hair spills over the pillow and your lips part slightly as you stare directly into the lens. No words—just eyes. Intense, unyielding eye contact. The kind that makes his stomach tighten, the kind that always makes him groan your name in that low, possessive way.

You remember how your hands trembled as you set up the camera, how your breath hitched when you pressed record. But the moment you looked into the lens, something shifted. Dominance. It was in the way you tilted your chin, the way your fingers traced your collarbone, slow and deliberate. You weren’t just teasing him—you were commanding him.

The video plays on, and you can’t help but bite your lip as you watch yourself. Your hand moves down your body, fingers trailing over your breasts, your stomach, and then lower. The sound of your soft moans fills the bathroom, and your face flushes as you remember the way Tony’s name had slipped from your lips, whispered like a secret.

On-screen, your fingers dip between your thighs, and you gasp softly, the memory of the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You had been so wet, so desperate. And then, just as you’re about to lose yourself in the video, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Tony’s voice is muffled through the wood, but it still makes you jump.

You quickly close the video and tuck your phone into the pocket of your robe. Play it cool. “Yeah, just… freshening up,” you call back, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Alright. Don’t take too long. I’ve got an early flight.”

You hear his footsteps retreating, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. One last look in the mirror, and you’re ready.

When you step out of the bathroom, Tony’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. He looks up at you, and his eyes darken as they trail over the sheer fabric of your robe. This is it. You walk over to him, your hips swaying just enough to tighten his jaw.

“You look… incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

You smile, running a hand through your hair. “Just trying to make sure you remember me while you’re gone.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer so you’re standing between his knees. His hands rest on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the soft fabric. “Trust me, forgetting you isn’t possible.”

You lean down, your lips hovering just above his. 

“Good.”

The kiss is slow at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s mouths. But it doesn’t stay that way for long. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer, and you moan softly as his tongue slips past your lips. God, he’s good at this.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. His eyes scan your face, and you can see the hunger in them. Not yet. You pull back, stepping out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice rough.

“Nothing,” you say, smiling as you turn away from him. “Just… don’t forget to pack your toothbrush.”

You make a show of walking over to his suitcase, pretending to organize the contents. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him watching you, his gaze heavy. Good. Keep him guessing.

As you close the suitcase, you glance back at him. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on you. Now’s the time. You walk over to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m going to miss you,” you say softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Then give me something to remember you by, he growls, his lips trailing along your neck.

You tilt your head back, giving him better access. This is it. You reach behind you, fumbling for the hem of your robe. With a quick tug, you let it fall open, revealing the black sheer lace lingerie underneath.

Tony’s breath catches, his hands sliding up your thighs. “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice strained.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Make it count.”

His hands move to your hips, lifting you slightly so he can pull off your panties. You gasp as his fingers brush against your core, already wet and aching for him. “Tony…”

He smirks, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you feel me for days.”

As he guides you onto him, you can’t help but think about the video, about how he’ll react when he finds it. Surprise, Iron Man.

His hands grip your hips, helping you move against him. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your body, and you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice rough with desire. 

“Let me hear you .”

You’re close, so close. Your eyes meet his, and the intensity in his gaze makes you shudder. Dominance. It’s not just in the way he’s moving inside you—it’s in the way he’s looking at you like he wants to own every inch of you.

“Tony,” you gasp, your body trembling as you reach your peak.

He groans, his grip tightening on your hips as he follows you over the edge. For a moment, you’re both lost in the aftershocks, your breathing ragged and your bodies still tangled together.

When he finally pulls away, you collapse against his chest, your heart still racing. You did it.

He kisses the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m going to miss this,” he murmurs.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have plenty to remember me by.”

As you lay there, your mind drifts back to the video. Soon, he’ll find it. And when he does… well, you can’t wait to see the look on his face.

“Hey.” His voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see him smirking at you. 

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” you say, laughing softly. “Just thinking about how much you’re going to miss me.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Trust me, baby. I’ll be counting down the days until I’m back in this bed with you.”

Until then, you think, he’ll have the video. And as you lay there in his arms, you can’t help but smile. Surprise, Iron Man.

── .✦

The boardroom was buzzing with the usual corporate chatter, but Tony’s mind was elsewhere. The suitcase he’d opened in his hotel room last night had revealed more than just his neatly folded suits and ties. Nestled between the layers of fabric was a small, unmarked USB drive.

 Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he’d plugged it into his laptop, only to be greeted by a video that had left him breathless.

Now, sitting at the head of the table, he could feel the heat of the memory coursing through him. The video started innocently enough—you sitting at the edge of the bed, your freshly silk-pressed hair cascading over your shoulders, your deep, expressive eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. 

But it wasn’t long before the silence was broken by the sound of your voice, low and sultry.

“Tony,” you began, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. “You’re probably watching this in some boring boardroom, trying to keep it together. Let’s see how long you last.”

The camera angle shifted, and suddenly he was watching you, no, himself, from the night before. 

You’d set up a camera he bought you discreetly, capturing every moment. His hands on your waist, his lips on your neck, the way you arched into him as his fingers slid under the hem of your dress. The memory was vivid, but seeing it play out on screen was something else entirely.

Tony shifted in his seat, his fingers tightening around the pen he was pretending to take notes with. The video continued, and he couldn’t help but glance at the other executives around the table. They were engrossed in their own conversations, oblivious to the internal battle he was fighting.

On the screen, your voice purred again. “Remember this part? When you told me to look at you?”

And there it was—his hand gripping your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Your eyes, wide and unyielding, stared back at him through the screen, and he could feel his control slipping. 

The way you submitted to his dominance, the way your lips parted as he leaned in closer, it was all too much.

“You always did like it when I let you take control,” you teased, your voice dripping with a mix of sweetness and seduction. “But what if I told you I was the one in charge the whole time?”

The video cut to a new angle, and Tony’s breath caught in his throat. It was you, straddling him, your hands on his chest, your hair falling forward as you leaned down to kiss him. He could see the way his hands gripped your hips, the way his body responded to your every touch. But then, your voice came again, soft and teasing.

“I know you’re watching this, Tony. I know you’re trying to stay professional, to keep that famous Stark composure. But let’s be real—you’re not fooling anyone.”

He could feel the sweat forming on his brow, his heart pounding in his chest. The video was relentless, each frame more intoxicating than the last. Your laughter echoed in his ears, the sound of your moans sending a shiver down his spine. 

And then, the moment he’d been dreading—the moment he’d been waiting for.

The camera zoomed in, capturing the look on your face as you came undone, your body trembling in his arms. The sound of his name on your lips was like a punch to the gut, and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud.

“I wonder how long it’ll take before you can’t stand it anymore,” you whispered, your voice a mix of challenge and promise. “Before you need to find some way to deal with all this pent-up energy.”

Tony’s jaw clenched as he forced himself to focus on the meeting. But it was no use. The video was burned into his mind, your voice a constant reminder of what he was missing. He could feel the heat pooling in his abdomen, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me,” he said abruptly, standing up from the table. “I need to make a quick call.”

The others barely looked up as he made his way to the door, his steps hurried and purposeful. Once outside, he leaned against the wall, his breathing heavy and uneven. He pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he unlocked it and pulled up the video again.

The screen lit up, and there you were, smiling at him with that same mischievous glint in your eye. 

“Miss me yet?”

Tony’s voice was barely a whisper as he responded, “You have no idea.”

Why did this take so long for me to upload… like I could you NOT!!!:$:$ IT wouldn’t let me do ANYTHING ON HERE GAHHHSHSH

- Part Two Awaits You Soon…ᥫ᭡

[bloggerspam]

Only Fools Rush In

A sudden Parkner oneshot that @finemeal cajoled into existence.

This is my first marvel fic, please be kind---I'm trying my best using knowledge from watching the movies once or twice in my lifetime, and reading copious amounts of parkner fics years ago......

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"Mr. Stark!" Pete's voice calls out from somewhere on the other side of the lab.

Tony sits up straight, tipping up the welding helmet. Peter sounds frantic— "Mr. Stark!!!"

"Pete!" Tony rips everything off, yelling at Friday to shut everything down as he weaves his way through the lab. "Peter, I'm here!"

When Tony emerges from his mess of a lab, Peter is pacing back and forth and looking like the world is about to crash down upon him. Tony braces himself.

"What's wrong?" Ironman's voice bleeds out, mirthless and already lifting a hand for his suit. "Is it May? Spider thing?"

Peter jerks to a stop when he spots Tony, bee-lining for him within a blink. His arms are grabbed, and Tony finds himself shaking back and forth as Peter exerts some of that spider-strength in his panic.

"Mr. Stark!!!" Tony lifts his hands, grabbing onto his boy's to try and calm him down when—"Why didn't you tell me your friend came to visit??"

"Fr-ie-nnd?" Tony stutters out, still attempting to stop the shaking but utterly failing. Thankfully, Peter gets the hint and does it for him.

"Your hot southern friend!!!!" Peter practically screeches, "I made a fool of myself, Mr. Stark, a fool!!!"

"…Hot what now?" Tony grabs his hand to stop the room from spinning. Just like his task before, he fails. "Fool??"

"Hot Southern Friend, Mr. Stark," Peter starts gripping at his hair to resume pacing, "And yes, a fool!"

"Who even uses fool anymore?" Tony mutters, "You're too young to use the word fool."

"And you're too old to be making such young, hot friends." Peter points out, going so far as to stop mid pace and literally pointing at Tony accusatorily. "You don't even call me your friend. That's rude."

"I'm your mentor," Tony shrugs, still confused as all hell. "You're my kid."

Peter softens, but still crosses his arms to give him a slanted look. "Rude."

"Look, kid." Tony tries again, which Peter rolls his eyes at. "I seriously don't know who you're talking about. You know all my friends."

"You told me the Avengers are coworkers at best," Peter pops a hip in judgment, which isn't fair to be honest, "And major annoyances at worst."

"And minor annoyances all around." Tony primly continues, mirroring Peter's pose and raising an eyebrow.

"You clearly have other friends." Peter insists. "Young ones. Hot ones."

"Pepper is my only friend." Tony sniffs, flapping a hand and heading back to his workstation as he calls over his shoulder. "This is badgering the witness, your honor!"

"Abstained." Friday deadpans. Who taught her that? Tony definitely didn't program that in.

"Traitor." Tony grumbles. He hears the noises of Peter clamoring after him, wonders if it was Peter. Probably.

"You really can't think of anyone else?" Peter badgers him, "Other than Pepper and May? Which is super sad by the way."

"Happy goes everywhere with me." Tony plops the welding helmet back on, tosses a spare at the kid who puts it on even as he continues to talk.

"Happy is paid to take you everywhere." Somehow, even with the mask on, Tony can tell Peter is rolling his eyes. His whole body moves with it, reminding Tony that the kid expresses himself primarily with his body when he's out and about in New York.

Tony's never needed to, never been on the ground like the kid has, isn't an everyday hero—just a big one.

It makes Tony's heart grow a little bigger in pride, maybe about 2cm in diameter. He huffs a laugh, before getting back to work.

"Friday's my friend." Hot sparks of melted flux fill his vision "Rhodey, too."

"Boss, I don't think that's what they mean when they say make new friends." Friday pipes in, "And Colonel Rhodey denounced your friendship last Tuesday."

Tony pauses. "Wait. Really?"

"You beat him at poker, Boss." Friday explains, even showing a clip. "Cleaned him out."

Peter can't even breathe through his laughter, but he still manages a honking aren't you a billionaire?!?!

"My point still stands." Tony huffs, lifting his mask once more to look directly at his wayward intern. "You know all my friends, acquaintances, coworkers and annoyances minor or major."

Pete has been rolling around the floor laughing, but he's stopped now, sitting up to (presumably) stare at Tony in disbelief.

"I barely leave New York," Tony continues, shrugging a shoulder and twirling the welding gun. "When would I have met anybody in the Bible Belt?"

"Well now," A somewhat familiar voice echoes through the lab. Peter jolts up, dusting himself off and fixing his hair as the newcomer joins them in their little clearing in the absolute mess of his lab. "That's a might disappointing."

Tony blinks. Is that…? "Harley?"

"And here I thought we were friends." Harley Keener smirks, all at once familiar and strange. "I'm hurt, really."

He's grown up, he knew this but it's one thing to hear it happen over the phone and an entirely other thing to actually see it.

Kid's taller than Tony, a lot more filled out than when he was a kid. He's got his hair long, to his chin, with an ill-fitting shirt and a pair of pants that look like they're strangling him.

Tony slants a look at Pete, who is subtly adjusting his clothes as he tosses his mask off.

Ah. Young, Hot, Southern Friend indeed.

"Sorry, Petey boy." Harley makes a moue of apology, "I know you said you'd get him for me, but I was a little impatient."

"No worries!" Pete reassures the older boy. "But uh…how long have you..?"

Harley tilts his head in confusion. "When Tony mentioned the Bible Belt."

Peter sighs a relieved sigh. Tony plays back the previous conversation in his head—Right.

He idly wonders if May ever gave Peter the Talk.

No, no—May is a nurse. Surely she has.

…But did she ever give Pete the Gay Talk?

…Not Tony's problem.

Tony's problem is that he isn't hugging the life out of his (not so) little friend of a lifetime ago.

"When did you get here?" Tony strips off the equipment once more, opening his arms to rectify his problem immediately.

"In New York?" Harley chuckles, patting Tony on the back before they separate. "Last night."

"He got to SI about an hour ago," Peter cuts in, shyly smiling back when Harley flashes his pearly whites. "Happy saw him come in, brought him to me."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Tony squints at him. "You know I could have flown you in. Private jet and everything."

"I know," Harley grins, "But I wanted to surprise ya. 'Sides, Pepper got it handled."

"Pep knows but I didn't??" Tony can't keep the offended tone out of his words, which makes Harley laugh.

In the background, Peter fidgets, blushing at the noise. Great Gods.

"Pepper found out the second I got my admittance letter, Tony." Harley grins a roguish smile, and Tony swears Pete swoons. "Had my tickets all sorted out before I could even say yee haw."

"You're not that kind of Southern," Tony admonishes, even through his wide smile. "But congrats, Kid. I knew you would get accepted!"

"Congrats!" Peter chimes quietly, clearly unsure of whether he should leave them to their reunion.

"Thanks, 'means a lot." Harley says to Peter, solidly ignoring Tony. Which—rude. All his kids are so very rude.

"If you're here, that means Pep told you where you'd be staying." Tony guides the two of them out the lab, towards where Harley will be staying.

"Thanks for putting me up." Harley puts his hands in his back pockets, grin a little shy. "Couldn't afford it otherwise, and I wasn't gonna refuse your generosity."

"You mean you're too scared of Pepper." Tony grins back, reaching up (and up, damn) to tussle up his hair.

"I don't blame you." Peter laughs, waving hello to the other workers they pass as they make their way to the elevators. He completely misses the admiring look Harley has on his ass, the way Pete has been walking in front of them.

Blegh. Nope. Nopenopenope. Tony presses down on Harley's head, shakes him a little like an errant dog.

Harley's grin is unrepentant and wolfish.

Tony doesn't like it one bit, and shows it as he squints up at the kid.

"So Peter," Harley's tone seems innocent, shy and hesitant.

Tony's never known Harley to be hesitant about anything.

"Yeah?" Peter blinks up at Harley, and Tony really doesn't want to be here, but Friday has trapped them all together. Fuck.

"I was thinkin', what with bein' new 'round here…" Harley exaggerates his accent, leans down a little, endlessly charming as he plays the part of a dudezel in distress. "Would be mighty grateful if I had someone like you with the know-how to figure my way around."

"Oh!" Pete blushes, totally falling for it like the sweet, hapless little fool he is.

Fuck, Tony's too young to be using words like fool, but Pete's got him started.

"Of course, I'd be happy to!" Pete beams up at Harley as Tony desperately wishes for the elevator to go faster. "I can show you all the good places to eat, and where MJ and Ned and me hang out."

"Those your friends?" Harley steps a little closer, all up in Peter's space. Tony tugs him forcefully two steps away.

Peter blinks, but continues guilelessly. "Yeah, Ned and me go way back—MJ's been busy with her girlfriend lately but we've been best friends since high school. They'll love you, promise—they're really nice."

"Sounds like a treat." The elevator finally dings open, Tony escaping as fast as he can from teenage love. "How's Saturday sound?"

Still, he's not fast enough to escape. He should have thought this through: Harley has longer legs than he does, Pete's got spidey speed, and Tony's the only one who knows where Harley is staying.

He hates it here, honestly.

"Saturday I'm free all day!" Peter eagerly chirps, "You can have Friday call me and I'll swing by."

Tony snorts, confusing Harley and making Peter give him a look. Still, just as they arrive to Harley's room, Harley gives another roguish grin. "It's a date, darlin'."

Peter trips, but Harley catches him, much to Peter's mortification.

"Fell for me again, sweetheart?" Harley chuckles, making Peter go as red as his suit.

Ah. This must be a reference to the aforementioned made of a fool of myself moment.

"That's enough of that!" Tony grabs Peter by the collar to drag him away. "Do not lay your hands on my interns!"

He doesn't really mean it, clearly Peter and Harley deserve each other, but still! Some decorum!

"Tony," Harley scoffs, with that mischievous glint in his eye that Tony hates. "As your one and only Young, Hot, Southern Friend—"

Pete squeaks, slapping his hands over his face as Tony walks away with him in tow.

"I'm disappointed you didn't tell me about your Young, Hot, New York Intern!!!!" Harley yells out.

Tony really hates it here, has he mentioned that lately?

"You've mentioned it twice just today, Boss." Right. He must have said that last part out loud.

Tony ignores his traitorous AI assistant and gets them back into the elevator.

Silence blissfully falls over them for a moment, Peter still disgustingly shy and smitten, embarrassed and flattered all at once.

"Mr. Stark." And then of course, Peter starts to panic again. "Oh my God. Oh my THOR! Mr. Stark!!!"

"What!" Tony yells, pushing Peter away in the somehow cramped up elevator—did Strange shrink this thing?? "What is it now? Have you not done enough???"

"Mr. Stark!!!" Peter screeches, shaking him once again. "What am I going to wear?!"

[ivybird]

The Stairs

Y/N sitting on the couch with an ice pack to the bruise on her cheek and a split lip

Bucky: Who did this to you?

Y/N: It was an accident.

Bucky: I don't care if it was an accident or not, who did it?

Y/N: Buck, it was an accident it's fine, I'm fine!

Bucky: No, it's not fine Y/N-

Hell breaks loose - both start shouting - neither notice Tony's leaning against the door frame eating an apple

Tony: (singsongy) I know what happened.

Y/N: Tony, don't you dare.

Bucky: Will someone PLEASE just tell me what happened?!

Tony: It was the stairs.

Bucky: What?

Tony: She fell down the stairs.

Bucky looks at Y/N with pure confusion

Y/N: I smelt apple pie...

Bucky: You almost broke your nose for apple pie?

Y/N: Pepper made it.

Bucky: I'd throw myself downstairs for Peppers apple pie too.

Tony: You deserve each other.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Soft touches

PAIRING || Husband! Dad! Young! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Pregnant! Fem! Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 900 words

SUMMARY || You and Tony are spending a much-needed, relaxing night at a hotel, and your husband is more than happy to stuff you until you cannot take any more, or so you think.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || Young! Tony Stark au, pregnant! reader, pregnancy fic, explicit sexual content

SMUT || Implied cockwarming, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, nipple play, Reader has pierced nipples, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie, fingering.

A/N || @ccbsrmsf1 - Thank you for inspiring this sweet, hot story of our favorite couple! I owe this and so much more to you, and I’m happy to be able to give you this amazing work. I love you, and I look forward to sharing countless more ideas with you! 🤍

Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || All the other graphics in this post are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young! Tony Stark

Mornings with your best friend and husband, Tony, have always been your favorite part of the days you get to spend with him, but ever since starting and growing your family - and having yet another baby on the way - they haven’t been as quiet and peaceful as when you first started dating.

Now that your daughter Easton’s due date is only two months away, Tony decided to treat you like a queen by taking you out for dinner and spending a night at a hotel, while his parents are spoiling your twins, Hudson and Orion, and son, Paxton. They absolutely adore their grandchildren, and jumped on the opportunity to have them spend the night with them.

As soon as you two got to the hotel Tony booked, he drew a bath for you two, where you spent most of the night kissing, cuddling and sharing memories while he stuffed you with his cock until the water turned cold, and you moved to the king size bed that looks out over a phenomenal view of New York City.

“Good morning, my beautiful Sunshine,” Tony whispers as his large hand gently rubs over your growing belly, his lips pressing featherlight kisses on the bare skin of your shoulder. His facial hair makes you giggle, and you can’t help but press back against his hard cock that’s trapped between your warm bodies.

“Someone’s excited this morning!” You joke, and he hums in approval as he pushes his hips forward, his cock being pushed against the crease of your ass as he does. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hand travels from your body to one of your pierced nipples, his fingers playing with the metal expertly. Your pussy is already drenched from the pure anticipation and teasing, and you can’t wait much longer to have him inside you again.

The pregnancy has heightened your libido exponentially, and Tony is more than happy to indulge every craving you could possibly have. It doesn’t take long for Tony to be kneeling between your legs, his thick thighs keeping yours apart as he gets ready to make love to you, his thick, veiny cock standing at attention against his abdomen, a bead of pre-cum threatening to spill down the length of his shaft..

“You just relax, okay? I’ll promise to go slow,” he says, and you nod before readjusting a little, and a soft gasp is audible when his thick, dribbling tip presses against your willing entrance. A deep groan rises from his chest as you happily take inch by inch, his hips going slow as promised. It takes every bit of restraint not to slam into you in one motion, but he promised to go slow, and he’s not one to break his promises, especially in the bedroom.

“Fuck- You feel so good, Sunshine. You look so hot right now.”

Tony’s eyes are gliding over your face, his heart beating faster and his lips curling into a smile at the slight scrunch of it as he’s taking his time stretching you. Then, as the last inch of his length slides in, you moan loudly, his tip hitting your sweet spot right away. His hands find their place on your belly, as it’s his favorite thing to touch every time you’re pregnant.

“Look at this belly, Sunshine. Carrying our daughter in there, keeping her safe all those months while I take care of you. I’ll never get enough of seeing your belly grow, and your boobs getting big and heavy… God, I’m dying to have another taste of your sweet milk, too, Sunshine,” he grumbles, his cock twitching inside your warm pussy at the thought of drinking from you again.

This time, your milk hasn’t come in yet, but it shouldn’t take much longer, and Tony is practically counting down the days until you’re finally lactating again. The entire time he works on building your highs, he cannot stop praising and complimenting you, adding to your arousal and pride, your cheeks flushed when you’re nearing your first high of the day.

“T-Tony, please,” you mutter, and he bends forward to kiss you passionately, his tongue mingling with yours as he swallows your sounds, his hips quickening their pace to bring you to your high. It doesn’t take long for you both to fall over the edge, his seed filling you to the point where it spills out, your pussy being unable to contain it all. His thick fingers scoop it up before pushing it back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Take it all, Sunshine. Your greedy little pussy wants all of my cum in her. And I’m planning on doing exactly that for the rest of the day,” he tells you, followed by three of  his fingers pressing into your sensitive pussy, a loud moan being pushed from your lungs as he pushes them in, the feeling of overstimulation being very close.

The rest of the day, Tony takes amazing care of you, and you’re walking a bit funny when it’s finally time to see your babies again, but you don’t mind in the slightest. It may earn you a few odd looks, but knowing that it was your husband who did it to you makes you not mind it in the slightest. He’ll definitely make up for it later, though, and you’re already planning on exactly how to make him do that.

[skankhvnt42]

my pussyyy is throbbingggg😩😩🤤💞

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a Bucky x fem!Enhanced!reader where she is Tony Stark’s daughter (he didn’t know about her until she found him an adult and now they’re super close) and she has mind reading powers and telepathy She is also super close with the other Avengers (especially Steve and Sam). She meets and falls in love with Bucky when she does a study abroad program for a year is Romania, the same time Bucky is on the run and living in Romania. Imagine Steve’s surprise when he tracks down Bucky to his apartment and finds Y/n living there with him in a serious relationship. And imagine her Dad’s surprise when SHEILD agents not only drag in Steve, Sam, Bucky, T’Challa, but also his daughter (who is now crying in his arms wanting Bucky, her bf). And because she can read minds, she knows what Zemo’s intentions are but couldn’t stop him in time?🥺 Anyways, Tony, Steve, and Bucky all want her to stay far away from the civil war but she hides on the Steve/Bucky’s jet and follows them and stops the three of them from fighting but they accidentally really hurt her in the process? The Avengers get back together?

(Endgame never happens)

Can’t Break Up Love » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Enhanced!Reader, Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and T’Challa/Black Panther

Summary: Summary is what the request says⤴️

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, mentions of HYDRA, accidental injuries, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 it’s so amazingly described🥰

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! GIF credit goes to the creator.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist is something you would’ve never expected. You expected your dad to be just a regular guy, which he is in a way… kinda. All though, he is a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, he’s also Iron Man and an Avenger, which is the coolest thing ever. After your mom told you who he is, you contacted him and met him. Now, you and Tony have an amazing father daughter relationship.

“Are you sure you want to study abroad in Romania for a semester?” Tony asks.

“Yes, dad. You know I love to travel.” You say with a smile.

“You know I’m just looking after you, super girl.” He says.

You smiled and hugged him.

“Thank you for letting me use the jet.” You say.

“Anytime.” Tony replies. “Call me when you land.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Will do, dad.” You smiled.

———

That was a few weeks ago. You’re still getting used to Romania. You were staring down at the map to the apartment building you’re staying in when you accidentally bumped into someone, causing you to drop your stuff.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized.

“It’s ok.” The man said.

You crouched down to pick up your things and so did the man.

“I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“Are you visiting?” He asks curiously.

“Yes, but I’m also studying abroad for a semester.” You tell him.

“I’ve been here for a while so if you want, I can show you around.” He suggests.

“Yes please!” You say almost immediately.

Bucky chuckles.

“Where are you headed to?” He asks.

“My apartment.” You tell him, pointing to it on the map.

“You’re in luck. That’s where I live too.” He smiles.

“That’s great! I’ll see a friendly face.” You say with a smile.

Bucky walked you to the apartment building you two live in. As if it were fate, you and Bucky live on the same floor. There’s a few apartments in between you guys.

“I’d invite you in, but I have to study for a test tomorrow.” You say.

“No worries. Hopefully we’ll see each other tomorrow.” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

“Hopefully.” You say with the same hopefulness in your voice.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before going into your apartment. Bucky had a smile on his face when he walked in his own apartment. He felt a newfound warmth in his heart and so did you.

The next day, you were so nervous about the test. Your mind was all over the place. That all washed away when you seen Bucky in the hallway of the apartment building.

“Good luck on your test.” Bucky smiles.

“Thank you!” You smiled back.

“Can I walk you to school?” He asks.

“Sure.” You replied.

The walk to school didn’t take long. You and Bucky talked the whole walk. It turns out that you and Bucky have a lot in common.

“Thank you for walking me to school, Bucky.” You smiled.

“Anytime, doll.” He smiles.

Bucky kissed your cheek, making you blush and smile.

“That kiss is for good luck.” He says.

“Thank you.” You smiled again.

“Now, go take that test.” He says, giving you a pat on the back.

You nodded and walked in the building with high hopes that you’d pass your test.

A few days have passed since you’ve taken your test. You were still positive that you did good on it. When you got your test back, you were over the moon with the grade you got that you went straight to Bucky’s apartment to show it to him. You repeatedly and rapidly knocked on his door till he opened it.

“Give a man a chance to open the door, doll.” Bucky jokes.

You held your test up, showing Bucky your grade. Bucky took it from your hand and looked at it, smiling when he saw your grade.

“You got an A! Good job, doll!” He says with a smile.

Out of nowhere, you kissed him, surprising the both of you. Your eyes widened when you realized what you were doing. You quickly pulled away.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” You apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asks.

Before you could answer, Bucky kissed you. This time, you didn’t pull away. Your hands grasped onto the fabric of his sweatshirt. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you inside of his apartment and closed the door so no one walked by and seen you two kissing. That’s when you and Bucky started to fall in love with each other.

As you and Bucky got to know each other more, you two went on dates. Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend and he also asked you to be his girlfriend, which you happily said yes to both. Since Bucky is on the run, he wanted to have at home dates. You didn’t question it. You thought it was cute. Although, you don’t the reason why he’s on the run, you figured he’d tell you the reason when he’s ready to.

“Tell me something else I don’t know about you.” You say, maneuvering yourself so you were sitting sideways and criss crossed on the couch.

“You pretty much know everything about me, doll face.” Bucky says, laying his metal arm across the back of the couch.

Bucky found the confidence to tell you and show you that he has a metal arm. At first, he thought you’d be scared of him cause of it, but you’re not. You accept Bucky the way he is.

“I know, but I want to know more about you.” You pouted.

Bucky can’t resist it when you pout. He leaned towards you and kissed you before leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“Let’s see…” Bucky thought to himself for a moment. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually almost 100 years old.” He says.

“There’s no way you’re almost 100 years old.” You said.

“I am.” He confirms.

“How?” You asked. “You look like you’re in your late 30s or early 40s.” You say.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I was actually born in 1917.” He tells you.

“So my boyfriend is an old man?” You giggled.

Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ll let the old joke slide this time. Now it’s your turn to tell me something I don’t know about you.” Bucky says.

You hummed to yourself and bit your bottom lip as you thought of something. You finally thought of something. You never told Bucky that you have mind reading and telepathy powers. You were scared of what he’ll think when he finds out. Now is a better time than never to tell him.

“I have powers.” You tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

“What kind of powers?” He asks curiously.

“Mind reading and telepathy.” You tell him.

“How did you get them?” He asks.

“HYDRA.” You answered.

Bucky already knew your experience with HYDRA couldn’t have been any better than his without asking. Any experience with HYDRA is horrible.

“I’m sorry you had to endure the pain of HYDRA.” Bucky says softly and sympathetically.

“Thanks.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

Bucky kissed you to lighten the mood. You smiled against his lips and cupped his stubbly cheeks, rubbing your thumbs against the stubble of his beard.

“I love you, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He whispers back.

The next day, you and Bucky went to the market down the street from where you two live. You two walked there hand in hand. You sensed something off about Bucky when you two left the apartment. You didn’t need to read his mind to know something was wrong. He was on high alert the whole time. You didn’t want to pester him about it though.

“Baby, look! They have those cookies I was telling you about you about the other day!” You exclaimed excitedly, showing him the package of cookies.

“That’s nice, doll. We should get them.” Bucky says.

“Yes!” You say, pumping your fist in the air out of excitement.

Bucky got a few plums from the fruit stand. As you two were paying for yours and his groceries, Bucky knew something didn’t feel right. It was like a gut feeling. He looked across the street, making eye contact with the vendor. The man looked at Bucky and then looked at the newspaper. It didn’t take him long to realize who Bucky is. Even in a disguise, he still recognized him. He ran out of his stand. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched him run.

“That was weird.” You say.

“I know right.” Bucky says.

You and Bucky walked hand in hand as you two crossed the street, walking to the stand the man ran away from. Bucky picked up the newspaper, seeing his picture on it.

This is not true. How could he have done something horrible in Vienna if he’s been with you all day? Unless if someone is trying to frame him for something he didn’t even do. That has to be it.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he looked around.

“We have to go.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you protectively.

“Where?” You asked.

“Home.” He says.

Little did the both of you know that Steve was in yours and Bucky’s apartment while you guys were out. Steve looked around the apartment, finding your things there. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out why your things would be in Bucky’s apartment. As soon as you and Bucky walked in the apartment, your eyes went wide when you seen Steve dressed in his Captain America suit. Steve turned around, seeing you and Bucky standing a few feet away from him. He also noticed you two holding hands.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

“Hi, Steve.” You say.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I live with Bucky.” You tell him.

That was enough to tell Steve that you and Bucky are in a serious relationship.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks, adverting his attention to Bucky.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky says.

You stood next to Bucky, listening to the two men talk. You had no clue what was going on. You were clueless about why Steve was there.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky says.

That when it hit you. The reason why Steve is there is to protect Bucky and also you.

“Whatever you think he did, he didn’t do it.” You chimed in, defending Bucky.

“I’m on your side.” Steve assures.

“They’re coming your way.” Sam informs Steve in his ear piece.

“Why did you pull me out of the river?” Steve asks Bucky.

Bucky’s mind was all over the place. He knew the reason why he pulled Steve out of the river, but he didn’t know in that moment.

“I don’t know.” Bucky answers.

“Yes you do.” Steve says.

That’s when something was thrown through the window. You three looked down, eyes widening when you guys realized it was a bomb.

“What the f-” Bucky grabbed you and held you close to him, picking up the mattress to use it as a shield when the bomb exploded.

Then the door was busted open and cops entered the apartment. Bucky pushed you to Steve. Not in a rude way. In a way of protecting you. Your eyes were wide as you watched your boyfriend tried to fight off the cops.

“Buck, stop!” Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re gonna kill someone!” He says.

Bucky knocked Steve to the floor and used his metal fist to punch a hole in the floor next to Steve, pulling a backpack out from underneath the floorboards.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone.” Bucky says.

Bucky shoved the backpack in your hands and looked deep in your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asks.

“With my life.” You answered.

“Take this backpack and jump onto the roof across the balcony and I’ll come find you, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You said.

Bucky gave you a quick peck on the lips before going back to fighting off the cops with Steve’s help. You put the backpack on your back and looked at the roof across from yours and Bucky’s apartment. You took a couple deep breathes before running and jumping to the roof. Surprisingly, you didn’t hurt yourself. You were surprised that you could jump that far.

“That was so cool!” You say to yourself.

Sam seen you on the roof as he flew over it.

“Who’s the person who just jumped on the roof from the apartment?” Sam asks.

“Y/N. Keep an eye on her.” Steve informs him.

“Got it, Cap!” He replies.

Sam flew down toward you. You looked up and seen Sam.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

Sam’s here too? What the hell is going on?

Something in your mind was telling you to run and you did. Bucky jumped to the roof you’re on a moment later.

“Doll!” Bucky shouts.

You stopped running when you heard Bucky’s voice. You turned around and ran to him. You gave him the backpack. He was about to put it on his back when someone in an all black suit that looked like a cat jumped onto the roof, coming out of nowhere.

You were so confused at this point. You decided to read the person’s mind. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind, your eyes widening what you read from his mind. The person who attacked Bucky wants him dead or locked up for something he was framed for.

Bucky managed to get away from the guy and ran, grabbing your hand. You and Bucky got to the edge of the roof. Before you could ask how you two were going to get down, Bucky wrapped his right arm around you with a tight grip and used his metal arm to slide down the wall. The guy in the all black cat suit followed you guys. Steve also caught up with you guys, running after you guys. Sam followed you guys from above.

Cars swerved to avoid hitting you guys. That’s when Bucky grabbed a motorcycle, throwing the person off of it and you two got on it. Not too long after that, you, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and the guy in the cat looking costume got stopped by Rhodey and the cops. You guys held your hands up in surrender.

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal. So are you Y/N. Your dad isn’t going to be proud of you when he finds out.” Rhodey says.

Bucky got shoved to the ground and handcuffed.

“Bucky!” You screamed.

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist before and pulled you against him you could get to your boyfriend. Bucky looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He didn’t mean for you to get involved in any of this. He was just trying to protect you and tried his best to avoid all of this from happening.

You guys got put into a transport vehicle and the right was quiet. Your face was covered in tears and you fiddled with your fingers. You also found out the guy who was in the Black Panther costume is T’Challa.

“Do you like cats?” Sam’s asks T’Challa.

“Sam…” Steve warns.

“He showed up dressed as a cat and you don’t want to know more?” He says.

“I do.” You say with a small giggle.

“Y/N wants to know too.” He says.

Steve turned around, giving you and Sam a warning look. You two remained quiet after that.

“Are you ok?” Sam asks you.

“I would say yes, but I just witnessed my boyfriend getting arrested for something he didn’t even do so I’m pretty far from ok.” You answered.

“Hang in there, little Stark.” He says, patting your knee.

The vehicle pulled up to a big building. You weren’t sure what it was. You watched as Bucky was being hauled around in a pod type of thing. You took a couple steps in his direction, but Sam stopped you by grabbing your arm and gently pulled you towards him.

“I know you want to go to him, but you can’t right now.” Sam says softly.

Your eyes teared up again. You seen your dad a few feet away. You ran straight to him and hugged him, breaking down in tears. Tony was surprised to see you and wondered why you were in the transport vehicle with Steve, Sam, and T’Challa. He didn’t question it though. He’s just happy to see you.

“It’s ok, super girl.” Tony whispers, comforting you.

Tony took you to a room that looks like a conference room. Steve and Sam followed.

“He didn’t do it.” You say after a few minutes.

“You can’t be too sure about that, kid.” Sharon says.

“No one fucking asked for your damn opinion!” You practically hissed at her.

Sharon scoffed before walking of the room.

“Bucky wasn’t in Vienna or wherever this happened. He was with me the whole time.” You tell everyone truthfully.

Steve and Sam believed you, but not so much your dad.

“How can you be so sure?” Tony asks.

“Cause I would’ve known if he did something he shouldn’t have done.” You say.

The more Tony stared at you, he could tell that there’s something you’re not telling him.

“What are you not telling me, young lady?” Tony asks in his dad voice.

You slid down in your chair and fiddled with your fingers.

“Tell him, Y/N.” Steve says softly.

“Tell me what?” Tony asks, looking from you to Steve and back to you.

You really didn’t want to tell your dad that your boyfriend is the former Winter Soldier. You already knew that he wouldn’t stop asking if you don’t tell him so you might as well tell him before he finds out from someone else.

“Bucky is my boyfriend.” You tell him after a few seconds.

It was quiet after that. You looked up at your dad to see a look on his face that appears when he’s pissed off about something. You already knew this wasn’t going to be good.

“No, absolutely not.” Tony says.

“I love him, dad! He loves me too!” You exclaimed.

“You are not dating someone who’s a criminal.” He says.

“I said no! You are not dating him!” He says, raising his voice.

Your bottom lip quivered and you stood up from your chair, running out of the room.

“Are you going to go after her?” Sam asks.

“No.” Tony rubs his hands over his face. “She’s going to calm down and come to her senses and realize I’m right.” Tony says.

“She’s in love with him. I’ve seen it.” Steve says.

Tony looks at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Who’s side are you on, Rogers?” Tony asks.

“I’m on your daughter’s side.” Steve says.

All Tony did was scoff.

When you ran of the room, you decided to wander around the building to try to find Bucky. You found him in an almost empty room. There was nothing but the metal pod Bucky was in and a table and chair in front of it. There was a man in there with Bucky, who’s name is Helmut Zemo.

Before you could do anything the power went out and a red lit up the room. Zemo started reading words from a book in Russian. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but you knew it was good cause Bucky was starting to get mad.

“Stop it!” Bucky growls.

Zemo kept reading the words. Bucky broke free from the restrains and pounded his metal fist against the door of the metal pod like a caged animal trying to get out of its cage. When he finally broke free from the metal pod, he slowly stood up with a dark look in his eyes. The whole room was silent. It was like a calm before a storm.

You decided to take the opportunity to read Zemo’s mind to see what his intentions are. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind. The things he was thinking about at the moment was a mission report from December 16, 1991 and he wanted to see an empire fall. You were curious to know what those two things meant.

All hell broke loose before you could do anything. Your eyes went wide. You quickly hid alongside the wall. You closed your eyes and tried to process what you just saw.

“Y/N, where’s Bucky?” Steve asks.

You pointed to the room next to you. Steve went in there and so did you and Sam. Zemo was laying on the floor. Steve picked him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Steve growls.

“To see an empire fall.” Zemo says.

Out of anger, you punched Zemo in the face, giving a bloody nose.

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?!” You asked.

“You’ll find out soon, Miss. Stark.” Zemo says, smirking facetiously.

What’s that supposed to mean and how does this man know your name?

That’s when Bucky came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at Steve and Sam. You backed up against the wall so you didn’t get caught up in the mix. Even as the Winter Soldier, Bucky would never hurt you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did hurt you.

“Get Y/N out of here!” Steve says to Sam.

Sam nodded and grabbed your arm. You two started running and exited the building. Sam saw Zemo’s jacket on the ground. He picked it up and then looked around. He dropped it back on the ground.

“Stay here.” Sam says.

You nodded. You assumed Sam went back inside to help Steve. You felt like you should do something to help so you came up with a plan. You figured that the quinjet was somewhere around there. You figured if you hid somewhere on the quinjet that you could stop something bad from happening. So you found it and got on it, hiding somewhere inside of it so no one could see you. You also found a mission suit that belongs to Natasha and put it on so you blended in more.

During the flight, you didn’t know where Bucky and Steve were going until you heard one of them say HYDRA. You didn’t know which base they were going to though. The conversation Bucky and Steve were having made you tear up. The things HYDRA did to Bucky and made him do broke your heart.

What it seemed like hours, you were still hiding in the quinjet. You wanted to go inside of the base before it was too late, but not too early. You managed to sneak inside of the base without Bucky and Steve seeing you. You hid along the walls and stayed quiet. You seen your dad there too.

What’s your dad doing here?

You watched as anger bubble in your dad as he watched a video on a small screen.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve.

“I didn’t it was him.” Steve says.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!” He says. “Did you know?” He asks again.

Steve nodded his head yes. Tony blasted Steve with an energy blast, which he blocked with his shield. Bucky rose his gun to defend Steve, but Tony blasted it out of his hands. Your eyes went wide. You knew this was just going to get worst. You needed to stop it and now’s that time.

“Dad, stop!” You shouted, coming out of your hiding spot.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tony asks.

“Stopping you from killing my boyfriend.” You say.

“Kid, if you knew why I’m doing this, you’d understand.” He says.

Tony rose his hand up, blasting an energy blast at Bucky. Steve threw his shield to Bucky and he caught it, holding it in front of himself. The energy blast hit the shield and then came flying towards you. It hit you before you could jump out of the way. Everyone’s hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs and their eyes grew wide. Bucky was the first one to be by your side.

“Doll, wake up.” Bucky whispers, gently tapping your cheek.

Tony shoved Bucky aside to get to you. Steve got down by your side too. Tony placed his hand on your chest where heart is.

“Jarvis, check for a heartbeat.” Tony says.

“Heartbeat detected, but she’s in critical condition and needs medical attention.” Jarvis informs him.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Steve says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet with Steve and Tony following behind him. As Steve flew the quinjet, Tony watched Bucky closely with you. Bucky whispered nothing but sweet words to you. Seeing how sweet and loving Bucky is with you, made Tony want to change his mind about how he thinks about him.

You woke up a few hours later in a hospital room. Your eyes squinted to adjust to the light. You heard a monitor beeping and the voices of your dad and your boyfriend.

“Guys, she’s awake.” Steve says.

You turned your head to the right to see Bucky, Steve, and your dad.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “How do you feel?” He asks.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You winced. “What happened?” You asked.

“You got hit with an energy blast that was meant for Bucky.” Steve says.

“The doctors want you to stay here for a few days for observation.” Tony says.

After a few days in the hospital, you were able to go home. Home meaning the Avengers compound. Your dad and Bucky talked it out and he’s living in the compound. Bucky is sharing your bedroom with you. Tony, Steve, Sam, and the rest of the Avengers talked everything out and got the team back together. They even asked Bucky to be part of the team, which he happily accepted.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks softly.

“I don’t feel as sore as I did a few days ago. Your kisses made me feel better.” You says.

“I’ll happily give you more kisses, doll” He says.

“Then what are you waiting for, Sarge?” You murmured softly and playfully.

Bucky leaned down, kissing you sweetly and passionately. The kiss was short lived when Jarvis’s voice sounded through the intercom of the lounge room.

“Mr. Stark said to get back to work, Sergeant Barnes.” Jarvis says

Bucky groaned, making you giggle.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says softly and kissed you once more.

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[phoenixyfriend]

Tony Stark & Natasha Romanova, now in Star Wars

IDK if you folks were ever MEGA into crossovers but did you ever engage with the kind that can more or less be summarized as "isekai but the person 'hit by truck-kun' is a character from a different canon?"

Because that's what this is.

Tony Stark isekai'd into Star Wars (random planet) after dying in Endgame. He knows the movies, but not the supplemental material, as even by the time TPM came out, he was thirty and fucked up and making a name for himself in war. Bad times.

Tony wakes up sixteen and with Nothing to his name but his skills. He does not speak the language. Mostly gets by doing shit like skinning potatoes for a kitchen and pulling weeds and whatnot while he catches up on Basic. (He is apparently fluent, or at least conversational, in French, Spanish, Italian, Latin, and Dari. So Basic would be his Seventh language, and while four of those can be lumped into 'if you learn one, the next will be easier,' Dari is wildly unrelated, so I'd say he could pick up Basic a bit faster than average, especially with 16yo brain elasticity.)

A toddler, two years old with intensely red hair, runs into his shins one day and yells his name very clearly. He looks down, is a little confused, and then a nearby carer from an orphanage jogs up yelling "Nat!" The toddler is Natasha Romanoff. She remembers everything, including dying, but is about twenty-five pounds soaking wet and NOBODY will take her seriously.

It takes some… effort, to explain the situation to the carer. Yes, Tony knows Nat. He worked with uh…. her 'older brother, a man named Clint.' Tony does not currently have the resources for anyone to legally give him custody of a toddler but he's got some motivation to secure housing and a stable income.

He does that. Gets Natasha with him because of course he has to do that. It's the one person he knows. It's Nat.

Turns out she's Force Sensitive, though. A 'natural extension' of her more skillgrinding abilities to read/manipulate people. Tony is not Force Sensitive but he DID recently have a medical episode that took him to a thankfully-government-funded clinic that informed him he has a Bad Heart and will require a pacemaker despite being seventeen.

A Jedi finds Nat while passing through and they Discuss Their Options. This is when Nat is about four. There is a heavy discussion about how her mind is older than her body, so the Jedi would need to be ready for that, but also Tony needs to discuss this with Nat, who was like thirty-nine(?) when she died and thus more than capable of making her own decisions.

Despite fandom generally painting Tony as the most selfish of the Avengers and Natasha as the most coldly practical, they are still heroes who put in some Fucking Effort to become better people, and they come to the conclusion that Natasha would do much more to help this galaxy as a Jedi than as some kid in poverty on a no-name planet. So off she goes!

She's like five years younger than Obi-Wan, the story reveals.

Tony is a bit aimless and the work he's BEEN doing (probably laying down electrical lines or something at this point, IDK, he got into construction or something) gets sideswept by Damage To A Tool. He knows how to fix the tool, but he does not have a forge.

There is a forge in town. He goes to it and says that he can't afford to ask to have it fixed, but he knows how to do it himself, so could he borrow access for a small fee?

This is a Mandalorian armorer. They say no. In fact, they tell him, that would be significantly more expensive than just getting it fixed.

Buuuuuuuuuut for Reasons, the armorer decides that Tony (now 18-19 physically) can do it so long as the Armorer supervises. Tony is competent Enough that the Armorer gives him a datapad and tells him to read it and come back in a week to discuss the topic. Tony warns that Basic is far from his first language and he doesn't have a whole lot of free time, so he probably won't have read it by then. That's fine, they'll just discuss what he has read.

It's about Mando culture, in a mildly propaganda-y way, and Tony comes back to Argue About Religion more than anything. He thinks the Armorer is proselytizing, which they kind of are, but they are also more than happy to discuss the lines between the Mando culture as ethnicity and culture and religion and so on.

This becomes a regular occurence. Tony has made A Friend who has started offering him a side gig doing Basic Village Blacksmith Work that the Armorer deems too menial, like "horse"shoes.

Tony is offered an apprenticeship that he did not expect, on the condition of Becoming Mandalorian.

This is. A heavy decision.

However. Tony is a guy who is at least partly defined by his cool armor. Mandalorians are defined by their cool armor. He has been told, several times, that there are multiple ways to be a Mandalorian. So he accepts, because he decides it's worth for the chance to be somebody who can make a difference in a way he currently can't.

Ten years later, 'Initiate Romanova' goes up to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon as they prepare to leave, and neatly informs them that she has a feeling they are going to have a Bad Time on their mission in Mandalore, and that if they need emergency shelter from enemies, to go to an Armorer by the name of Tony Stark, because that's her brother so she knows that he's going to be friendly to Jedi. (Tony has sent her a small handful of messages, through channels both official and not, about big life events.)

Of course, shit hits the fan and the two plus Satine end up finding Tony's forge and he hides them in his Underground Bunker, which actually has a tunnel to a cave system that is safer than the bunker itself. Because reasons. (IN A CAVE. WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS.)

He has helper droids! They are named indirectly after friends from the Past Life, things like Spangles.

On their way back after the mission they swing by to say hi and he asks them to bring something to Natasha and it's a matryoshka doll set he made based on the Avengers (it goes based on age so the outermost is Thor, followed by I think Bruce, Rhodey, Tony, Clint, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision), as well as a plushie he had custom made by somebody in town of a Bird With Archery Gear, even though she's too old for that stuff.

Even among the Jedi, Natasha is WEIRD and SERIOUS and everyone's pretty damn sure she's going to be a Shadow, or at least do a HECK of a lot of undercover work.

IDK how this plays out but Tony is definitely keeping an eye on politics so he can figure out the Palpatine rise to power and remind Natasha in case she's forgotten because when they first split they didn't, either of them, know what to expect in regards to her memory given the whole Baby Brain issue.

"Why is Tony an Armorer"

Okay some more thoughts!

I think Tony's aggressively atheist and consistently watching whoever claims to be Mand'alor with a critical eye in case he has to step in, and does not take any references to ka'ra with any real seriousness. That said. He's an Armorer now. A weird one who refuses like half his clients for Ethics Reasons, but technically a cultural authority figure who's allowed to argue with the Mand’alor.

@penpalpixie:

fsr the initial meeting scenario with the armorer bugs me,like would they really just let him" but tbf Tony knows how to steamroll people and could probably dissect the forge in an instant.

Which, yeah, in my defense, I put this together in about two hours so some of it's a bit wonk? BUT. @threebea had a good suggestion for how/why the Armorer had Tony actually do things in the forge instead of telling him to scram:

Maybe Tony has been doing some 'crafting' on the side maybe droid repairs or modifications which is how the Armorer first sort of hears about him and then one day there's the kid that people have been mentioning the Stars aligned here's a pamphlet. He can't make a living off gizmos in his situation since most of what Star wars has is advanced tech and to do anything impressive he would need more resources and more of an understanding of the mathematics of this universe (Stares at ceiling one night trying to figure out if the law of relativity would be a thing here). That might slow him down just like… his math doesn't actually work here so on top of language he would have to learn things to do complicated stuff that he could already buy for a credit. But with armory it's concepts he knows well and adding weapons to armor especially no lethal ones is something he also knows. Mandalorian armor with UNI BEAM

When it comes to canon, he knows THE big thing (Palpatine is Sidious) and basically nothing else. He thinks he remembers the clones being Mando? but he's honestly not even sure he remembers the original Fett's first name correctly. He knows the guy is a Fett, because Boba was a cultural mainstay for Tony's childhood, so like, it was nice to have some backstory, but he's honestly not sure how likely "that baby Mand'alor that went missing" is to being Boba's plot-relevant dad. Could be an uncle for all he knows, or just a guy with the same last name.

@firebirdeternal:

I feel like to keep things fair Tony should be able to scale up a little harder than the average Mandalorian. Yeah all his tech knowledge is a bit out-dated and he isn't likely to get an arc reactor running in a way that'll be more powerful than anything locally available, but I feel like he'd adapt pretty darn quickly to available tech and start Improving Things Nat's skills all translate extremely well, once she's not got stumpy toddler body she's basically back to her old level PLUS telekinesis and wibbly force nonsense although I understand if that's also not the focus of the fic, being less "And now there's some Avengers Here (Powerset)" and more "And now there's some Avengers Here (Attitudes and Characters)"

Nat is very excited to Break Into Tony's Cave.

NGL this was initially going to be a Tony Raises Nat thing but I couldn't ultimately justify her NOT going the Jedi route after I realized I wanted her to be Sensitive.

There was also a discarded plot idea about her being a little older and having gone undercover in death watch, because Tony got kidnapped to work for them and got through to her, where she gets to use her Bites as a teen but I scrapped it.

I do think she successfully argues to her Master to visit him at 14 to get light armor though.

Nat's the sneakiest little initiate and also. Very, very controlled in the scary way during spars.

Bea:

Natasha as a Jedi is so good. Like, she would probably have a bit of dissonance between Jedi training and the training she received as a child, and it might help her work through some things. Nat: I've known Yoda for three days but if anything happened to him I would kil-- wait uh (pivots) I would be very sad. She would try to sneak up on council members. It is like a kitten stalking a cat on the outside, but also she's a grown woman and wants to be that good. (AU of this If Quinlan ever saw this he'd adopt her: Quinlan: Tholme I found a new padawan sister. Get training Tholme: [literally just finished with Quinlan. Had planned to take a vacation. Meditate. Drink. He loves his kid but needs literally a moment here] Tholme: She's seven. Quinlan: I was four. Tholme: … Quinlan: She has a secret tragic background toooo I know you like that 😄 Tholme: [Sigh] Nat: …wait is he supposed to be Sherlock Holmes. I think he's space Sherlock Holmes. Need to ask Tony if Star Wars had Sherlock Holmes? lol yeah Tholme just feels like he could blend well with an avengers story, and a Black Widow story in particular)

Not joking when I say I considered if I could squeeze Tholme into the timeline.

Tony sends her music files that he thinks sounds Particularly Ballet to her because he remembers how much she liked dancing, as the main or even only positive thing from her Red Room training, and how she once said that if she hadn't become a spy, she thinks she'd have liked to be a ballerina.

The first time they see each other in person in years is her visiting for baby armor at 14 and is hesitant to hug him because like. Yeah he's her "brother" and there were a few years where they were acting as such and he was helping her with Basic Tasks that she doesn't like to think about too much because it's embarrassing, and they cuddled THEN, because she was Physically Baby, but they're just coworkers in reality, right? Should she hug him? If only to sell the bit to her Jedi Master?

Tony is also not the most huggy person and isn't sure if HE should hug Nat because he remembers jokey stabbing threats from when they were Avengers and like. Does she still feel that way, now that she's not a bumbling like tot?

They are both unsure of if hugging is on the table and it's the Jedi Master who says "you know, you're allowed to hug, if you want" under the impression that they aren't sure if the Jedi would allow it. And then the hug is very tight and loving because at least subconsciously they DID both want that.

The Jedi Master takes a pic.

Bea:

Jedi master: (aw) It's one of those "we've been in life or death situations together and also grew up together kinda sorta and also we're trauma bonded," and the first opportunity to solidify Family as their dynamic they both jump in feet first. And both of them were like. Extremely lonely children probably. In different ways but still.

(It's why the Hawkeye plushie didn't make her CRY, per se, but she does start keeping it in her bed even though she's Too Old for these things.)

When it comes to hugging, Nat is understandably concerned about overstepping and like. "Taking" Morgan's place. (I'm going with Tony and Nat being friends (or at least friendly) from A1 to A2, and during the blip she stopped by for dinner once in a while. Nat doing her best to bring Child Appropriate Gifts for Morgan (she misses being Aunt Nat for the Barton kids).) Or as Bea put it: Tony: Are you spying on me or are we doing people things? Nat: Can't it be both?

Anyway, their dynamic is a weird little midpoint once they're in Star Wars but then they get to a point in the armor making where Tony takes a break on a bench and she slips in under his arm to cuddle and it's just Nice (even though he's kinda sweaty and gross from the blacksmithing).

Bea:

Tony: ….. so……. is Yoda… does he look like… is he…. Nat: …???? Tony: You saw the Muppets right? Is he still a Muppet? Nat: [totally has seen the Muppets] what's a Muppet? Tony: You're killing your brother, Nat ;A;

Also the comedy of having MULTIPLE "secret languages" that nobody can translate.

It's handy, too. Between her and Tony, but also lots of languages to give different uses to. Can teach one to a specific faction for communication. OH, the poor Threepio units! She got stuck in a room with one once, and don't get my wrong, they can pick up a language fast, but they need to hear long enough sampling of it. Nat: I'm not teaching you stop asking I do agree too that Tony and Nat no matter their circumstances would be working towards stopping Palpatine. Like is this a real space is this a dream is this another dimension that just happens to be like a movie in ours? Doesn't matter the dictator is going down.

The Jedi Master is somewhat aware of the whole 'used to be an adult, sort of' thing. I don't know that they believe she's linearly matured but probably they think it's something like what I did in Jedi Babies It's definitely more explicit with a mind healer she got assigned soon after arrival.

She didn't decide whether to play it straight and "get help" or just try to game the system until she was actually sitting down. But she'd been having screaming night terrors about things she experienced in her first life, so.

Pixie:

She meets Anakin after TPM (if it's not avoided) when Obi-Wan's trying to settle him in and goes "ah, I know how to handle this kid." At some point Anakin and Tony end up sending each other various schematics.

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

[literaryavenger]

Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

Masterlist

This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely. 

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him? 

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat. 

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on. 

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways. 

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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Old tricks - P2

A/N: Remember this teeeny tiny fic that got so much love? Well, here’s a spontaneous sequel! Enjoy, my lovelies!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish, fluff, humour.

Find Part 1 here 🌼

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Sashaying your hips for effect, you looked over your shoulder to see your husband hot on your trail.

“Y/N, please…” his voice held a desperation, one that made you believe you’d won, yet again. Not that he’d admit it ever, but Tony was grateful for these distractions. Though his body screamed for rest, it was that genius mind that raced a mile a minute.

“Ah begging already? I thought I’d have to tease you a bit before we got there..” you smirked, catching your discarded robe which Tony playfully threw back at you.

“Minx..”

“Hey whatever it takes to bring you to bed! Plus it worked, so I’m winning here.”

Shrugging it back on, you made your way up the stairs towards your bedroom, threading your fingers through his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Pretty sure I’m the one who won here, sweetheart.” Tony smacked your robe covered butt before pulling you back against his chest, making you squeal as he picked you up effortlessly.

Kicking the bedroom door close with his foot, he gently laid you down, quick to settle between your legs as his eyes gazed down at you with nothing but love.

“What?” You asked, letting your fingers mindlessly twiddle with his hair.

“I just love you, so much. I hope you know that, Mrs. Stark.”

His earnestly took you aback, a smile appearing on your face before he leaned down to catch your lips in a searing kiss. Squeezing your sides, he poured every bit of adoration in the kiss, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before you offered permission for it to slide in.

Heat began pooling between your legs as the kiss took a passionate turn; nudging his shoulder, you rolled on top of him, never breaking contact. Tony’s hands gripped your hips as you gave them a grind, feeling his cock twitch beneath you.

“So, about those old tricks..” he gave you his winning grin, attempting you catch your lips with his again but you didn’t let him.

“Oh right, I’m all prepared for it. You better sit back and watch.”

“Wait—what?”

His frown was rather cute as you reached over to grab a toy he’d made for you long back, brandishing it in your hands with a wicked smile of your own.

“What? You need to catch up on some sleep, dear husband. Also, you’ve left me all to myself too much for me to just let you have your way.”

He simply blinked in disbelief, opening and closing his mouth without actually saying anything. You giggled as you rolled your hips ever so seductively, making Tony grunt before he flipped you again and pinned you under him.

“You just love being a fucking tease, don’t you?” He growled, attacking your neck with kisses that made your resolve wither away with every passing second.

“You love it too.” You voiced quietly, letting a moan escape as his mouth hit the spot between your shoulder and neck.

“Yeah I do. I really, really do. But for now, let me make you a deal.” He murmured against your skin, discarding your robe once again before peeling off his sweater and adding it to the pile.

“What kind of a deal?”

“Every orgasm I draw out of you tonight equals an hour of sleep for me. What do you say?”

It was one hell of a deal. Given how sleep deprived he was, you wouldn’t settle for anything less than eight, he knew that.

“Looks like you’ve got quite the task ahead of you, Mister Stark. Better get to work.” You teased, feeling his fingers inch their way towards your entrance to find your clit. Gasping softly, you moved your hips to gain more friction.

“I haven’t specified how and when of that deal, dear missus. You’re not the only one with good old tricks up their sleeve. We’ve got all night…” he smirked, watching your lips part as his thumb brushed against your bundle of nerves teasingly.

“Oh fuck you, Stark.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

It was clear you had a long night ahead of you. But one thing was for sure, Tony Stark simply wasn’t built to resist you. And neither were you.

Well, Part 3 is up too 💁🏻‍♀️

[amethystarachnid]

hiii could i please request some tony stark x reader headcannons or a drabble where reader is sick? i’ve had a really bad flu and could kinda use the pick me up 🤭

TONY STARK WHEN Y/N IS SICK - a Drabble

we all know this man is protective asf so, here's how he would act if you are sick:

The moment you sneeze once, Tony immediately pulls out a high-tech scanner and starts running a full-body diagnostic.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., is this the plague? Tell me it’s not the plague.”

He wears a fake doctor’s coat for the aesthetic. Possibly a stethoscope. Might even introduce himself as "Dr. Stark, Medicine Man Extraordinaire."

That being said, the man has zero actual medical knowledge. You catch him secretly Googling “how much vitamin C is too much” and “can you overdose on cough drops?”

He absolutely builds some ridiculous machine to monitor your temperature, even though a thermometer works just fine.

“Behold! The Stark Industries Flu Tracker™️!” It’s just an AI that yells at you to drink water every ten minutes.

Will not admit that he sat up all night watching you breathe just to be sure you were okay.

He burritos you in blankets so aggressively that you can barely move. If you protest, he just pats your head and says, “Shhh, this is for your own good.”

Acts like he hates being used as a pillow but absolutely thrives on it. “Fine, you can lay on me. But just so we’re clear, I expect a full recovery within 24 hours. My shoulder is not standard-issue medical equipment.”

He will hold you as long as you want, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring dumb things like, “You know, I should charge for this level of premium boyfriend care.”

If you fall asleep on him, he definitely stays still, even if his arm falls asleep, because he is soft for you and he knows it.

Randomly boops your nose but then makes a grossed-out face when you sneeze right after. “Okay, ew. That one’s on me.”

If you try to tell him to keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick, he scoffs. “Pfft. Please. I’ve survived explosions, space, and Steve Rogers’ moral lectures. A cold isn’t taking me out.”

…Cut to two days later, and he’s laying dramatically across your lap, whining about how you cursed him.

“I had a good run. Tell the world my story.”

The moment you start feeling better, he throws an unnecessarily fancy “Congratulations, You Survived” party.

Balloons. Confetti. A cake that says WELCOME BACK TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING.

“Now that you’re back to full power, let’s never do that again, okay? My heart can’t take it.”

thank god Tony chose to be a superhero and not a nurse/doctor I dont think he could handle it, also, hope you get well soon!! <3