#tony x y/n

[rxmqnova]

Tony: I am in charge of this disaster!

Y/N: I have a name, you know.

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Guardian Angel Part 1

Pairing: Professor!Tony Stark x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You are a grad student who has been selected by Stark to take his course at your university. Little does he know, there is much more to you than meets the eye. You are hiding your ability to create force fields in a desperate attempt to live a normal life. But when Stark's daughter Morgan is put in danger you step in to save her without hesitation. Now you're weak, injured, and your secret is out.

Warning: Cannon typical violence, swearing, description of injuries

Note: Part 1 is a flash-forward scene after reader has been injured. The following parts will be the events leading up to this scene/moment.

You woke in the middle of a hospital room unlike anything you’d seen before. Black marble floor, lots of windows, an assortment of medical instruments that looked like they belonged on an alien space ship. There was a steady beeping next to your head. You looked, watching as your heart rate increased according to the monitor closest to the bed you were laying in. What was going on? Where were you? 

You sat up slowly, wincing at the awful stiffness in your back. The thin blue blanket you had been covered with slid off, revealing a black sports bra and a pair of black sports pants. Stark Enterprises was written in silver on the pants. 

Stark. The beep on the monitor quickened as you looked wildly about you. The events of earlier came flooding back to you. Where was Stark? Had he brought you here? Where was Morgan? 

You flexed your hands, feeling your power rise to the tips of your fingers. The monitor became frantic as you created a force field the size of a dinner plate, assuring yourself that your powers were still intact before allowing it to dissipate. Next you turned to the monitor, sliding out of bed with a soft groan so you could stand before it. You assessed the screen and was able to understand the basic premise of its design and functions within a few seconds. Tapping the screen, you deactivated the monitor. The beeping stopped. 

Taking a breath, you rubbed at your aching neck. You were only faintly aware of the pain in your legs. The memories were still coming, your foggy brain attempting to piece the sequence of events together. Where had Stark taken you? Hadn’t there been others at the accident? What of their fates? 

It wasn’t until you resolved to leave the hospital room that reality came stabbing through you. At the first few steps a sharp pain made you gasp. You grabbed at the bed for support and looked down at your legs. It was only then that you noticed the outline of bulky bandages underneath the sweatpants. You tried another step, biting back a whimper as the pain worsened. You remembered everything now. All the monitors had sprung to life, alerting you to the pain you were already very much aware of. 

“Shut up.” You hissed, squeezing your eyes shut against the pain. “Damnit it, be quiet.” 

“Hey,” a new voice caused your head to jerk up. It was Bruce Banner, better known as the Hulk. 

“What are you doing?” The question was sharp but his tone and eyes were worried and kind. “You should not be up.” 

You ignored the fact you were talking to a literal Avenger in exchange for the pain that had begun to overwhelm you. “I need to see Stark. Where am I?” 

“You’re in the med bay of Stark Enterprises, now get back into bed.” Bruce’s touch was gentle but resolute as he took you by the arm. 

“How’s Morgan?” You grabbed at Bruce’s shirt when he started to move you, giving a strangled cry as your legs felt as if they were stabbed again. 

“She’s just fine,” in one smooth motion Bruce had you sitting down, guiding your head back before easing your legs onto the bed. 

“Stark,” you grabbed at the sheets under you. The pain was making you helpless and frantic. Your power was bubbling under the service, harder to control as your fear took over. 

Bruce turned on the monitor you had deactivated only moments ago, expression becoming tight as he input a new command. “Your energy is becoming unstable. You need to breathe for me, okay?” He turned to you, his tone soothing. “Everything is okay, you’re safe. Just give me some deep breaths.” 

“Hurts.” You squeezed your eyes shut again, trying to escape your reality. “Oh god,” 

“Jarvis,” Bruce put a hand to your arm. “Get Stark.”

“But you just sent him away.” Jarvis replied, a male voice that seemed to come from all around you. 

“Tell him I made a mistake and get him in here.” Bruce felt your forehead with the back of his hand. “Shit,” he muttered, adjusting the monitor while keeping a hand on you. “Breathe. Just breathe.” 

“Knock me out.” You opened your eyes, breath stuttering as you realized that your vision had gone blurry. That couldn’t be a good sign. “Please, before I, I can’t control my fields when I’m, I’m, in this much,”

“Say no more.” Bruce was already inputting the necessary commands into the monitor. “Hold on.” 

“You rang?” Stark’s voice made you feel equal parts relieved and embarrassed. He was lacking his usual cocky swagger as he crossed from the door to the other side of your bed, looking down at you with such honest concern that you couldn’t meet his gaze. “How’s our patient?” 

“Panicked. I increased her morphine.” Now that Stark was there Bruce removed his hand. “She’ll be asleep in a few minutes.” 

“What can I do?” 

“Talk to her. She’s been asking for you.” 

“Morgan?” Your breathing had begun to slow as the morphine took effect. “She’s okay?” 

“Yeah, just a few bumps and bruises.” Stark smiled at the question, but his eyes were tainted with worry. 

“Why am I here?” 

“Couldn’t leave you there in the rubble. Besides, I thought we should have a talk.” 

“I’m…I’m not interested.” You gave your head a feeble shake, the movement making you dizzy. “Didn’t want anyone to know,” 

“Did a damn fine job of hiding it.” Stark touched the back of your hand, fingers faintly interlocking with yours. “Does it hurt? The energy fields.”

You nodded slightly. It hurt every time you felt your powers rising to your fingertips. 

“We can fix that. Right?” Stark looked to Bruce. “We can fix that.” 

“Let me fix her legs first, then we’ll go from there.” Bruce nodded between the two of them. “Keep talking to her.” 

“Hope this means I get an a in your class.” You couldn’t help but smile even as your eyes began to droop. 

Stark’s grin would have made your heart stutter under any other circumstance. “I don’t know. I haven’t read your last essay.” 

You huffed a laugh. “Professor,” 

“Call me Tony.” 

“No, I can’t.” Your brow furrowed as darkness began to take over. “Don’t want to be an Avenger.” 

“What about a friend?” 

You tried to think the question through. To reflect on the events of the past weeks. Stark was still holding your hand, the sensation warm and gentle. As you fell asleep your hand shifted and fully interlocked with his. A quiet plea for him to stay. And then the morphine fully washed over you and you were gone. 

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[holylulusworld]

D.I.L.F. masterlist

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Warnings: age gap, heavy daddy kink, cheating, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, dumbification, doggy style, revenge sex, sex tapes, I’ll label this one dub-con (just in case)

D.I.L.F. - Prologue

D.I.L.F. (1) - The plan

D.I.L.F. (2) - Foreplay

D.I.L.F. (3) - Main Course

D.I.L.F. (5) - Double Team

D.I.L.F. (6)  - TBA

[vilentia]

Shadows of New York

Tony Stark x reader

Author’s note: I have been lacking motivation and inspiration to write something lately. I'm trying to get back into it a bit.

****

The penthouse was bathed in the gentle hues of twilight, casting the room in a warm glow. The expansive windows showcased the lights of New York City, but for Tony Stark, they sometimes served as a haunting reminder of the battle that had taken place there.

Tony stood by the window, his fingers lightly grazing the cool glass. The weight of his memories pressed heavily on his chest, making every breath laborious.

From behind, he felt a pair of arms gently wrap around his waist. It was you, his pillar of strength amidst the chaos that often threatened to engulf him. "Lost in thought?" you whispered, resting your head against his back.

He closed his eyes, taking comfort in your touch. "The memories," he began, his voice faltering, "they sneak up on me, even when I least expect them."

You tightened your grip around him, offering silent reassurance. "You don't have to face them alone, Tony."

He turned around, ensnaring you in a tender embrace. His face buried into the crook of your neck, he whispered, "I never thought I'd find someone who understands. With you, the weight feels... bearable."

You gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. "We all have our shadows, Tony. But together, we can chase them away."

He smiled weakly, drawing you in for a gentle kiss. The world, with all its complexities and scars, faded away as they found comfort in each other.

In that moment, amidst the sprawling city that held so many haunting memories, Tony Stark found his sanctuary in you.

[omgkatherine01]

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tony: please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste y/n: we got spring water tony: NO. peter: with EXTRA minerals y/n: it's like licking a stalagmite tony: DON'T COME HOME. peter: mmmmm cave water

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I love how the nicknames they use are almost universal throughout all fics.

Texts you would get being Tony’s kid:

Happy Monday 💖

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when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[romanoffshouse]

Y/N: Bye Natasha!

Y/N: Bye Tony!

Y/N: Bye Steve!

Y/N: Bye Bucky!

Y/N: Bye Natasha!

Tony: You said 'Bye Natasha' twice.

Y/N: I like Natasha.

[waltermis]

Supportive Girlfriend

Steve: Why do you encourage Y/N's behaviour?

Natasha: What?! I do not!!

Tony: Really?! Exhibit A

*flashback*

*Y/N jumps out from behind the door*

Y/N: BOO!

Clint: ...😒😒

Tony: ...🙄🙄

Natasha: ...

*Y/N pouting*

Natasha: Ahhh! you scared the living shit out of me!

*end flashback*

Natasha: I was genuinely scared that time

Clint: Uh huh... sure you were.

Natasha: I was!

Clint: Moving on, Exhibit B

*flashback*

Y/N: Knock knock

Natasha: Who's there?

Y/N: Interrupting cow

Natasha: Interrupting c-

Y/N: MOOOOOOOOOOO!

Natasha: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT'S TOO GOOD!!! AHAHAHAH

*end flashback*

Natasha: I really thought it was funny!

Wanda: Nat, it really wasn't...

Natasha: Well, exCuSE mE for trying to be a suPpOrTiVe GirLFriEnD!!! I guess I'll just stop...

*Y/N walks into the kitchen*

Y/N: Hey, babe, guess what?

Natasha: What?

Y/N: What kind of sound does a witch's vehicle make?

Natasha: I dunno, what?

Y/N *snickering*: Brrrroooom, brrroooom.

Natasha: ....

*Y/N stops laughing*

Y/N: ...Do you not like it? 🥺🥺🥺

Natasha: OOOOOHHHHH! Brrrroooom, brrroooom. That's so fucking smart!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Y/N: YES!!! Nailed it!

*Y/N walks out*

*Everyone looking at Natasha*

Natasha: WHAT?!

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*Avengers meeting*

Tony: Remember, if you ever get captured, no matter what they do, don't talk!

Y/N: What if they torture us?

Tony: Just don't talk!

Y/N: Can we scream a little?

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[vilentia]

Flirtatious Intentions

Tony Stark x reader

Summary: Will Tony finally gather the courage to confess his true feelings and pursue a relationship with you, or will he continue to hide behind his flirtatious facade?

***

Tony Stark, the genius inventor and playboy, is used to getting what he wants. However, when he meets you, he finds himself completely smitten. Despite his reputation as a flirt and a ladies' man, he's never felt this way before. He's never been so drawn to someone, and he's never been so afraid of being rejected. So instead of being straightforward with his feelings, he tries to win you over with his humor, charm, and flirting.

At first, he tries to impress you with his wit and humor, cracking jokes and making you laugh. He compliments you on your intelligence and your beauty, and he shows a genuine interest in your life and your passions. He's always one step ahead of you, making you feel like you're the only one in the room. Despite his initial efforts, however, you remain somewhat aloof, and Tony realizes that he's going to have to work harder if he wants to win you over for good.

You assume that Tony is just like all the other men you've met in the past – confident, charismatic, and only interested in a good time. However, you soon realize that there's more to him than meets the eye. Despite his reputation, he's kind, thoughtful, and always puts your needs first. You notice how he goes out of his way to make you feel comfortable and cared for, often anticipating your needs before you even realize them yourself. He remembers small details about you, like your favorite food or your preferred method of coffee, and he uses that knowledge to surprise and delight you. You also see how he treats the people around him with respect and kindness, even when they don't necessarily deserve it. Over time, you realize that Tony isn't just putting on a show for you – he's genuinely kind and caring, and he's been that way all along. This realization deepens your feelings for him, and you start to see him in a new light as you fall for the real Tony Stark.

As Tony and you spend more time together, Tony becomes increasingly nervous about revealing his true feelings. He's afraid that if he tells you how he feels, you'll reject him. He's afraid of being vulnerable and putting his heart on the line. He's been hurt before, and he's afraid of putting his heart on the line and risking rejection. He's used to being in control of every situation, but when it comes to his feelings for you, he feels completely out of his depth. He's afraid that if he tells you how he really feels, you'll reject him or see him as weak. He's also afraid of losing you as a friend, since he values your company and companionship so much. So instead of being upfront with his feelings, he tries to win you over with his humor and charm, hoping that you'll pick up on his subtle hints and signals. He knows deep down that this approach is risky and might not work, but he's too afraid to take a bigger risk by telling you the truth.

As the days go by, you begin to notice a pattern in Tony's behavior towards you. He'll flirt with you one moment, making your heart race and your stomach flutter, and then suddenly pull away or become distant the next. You're confused and frustrated by this hot-and-cold behavior, and you start to wonder if Tony is just playing games with you. You begin to question whether he's really interested in you or just looking for a fun distraction. Your feelings for him grow stronger every day, and the uncertainty and ambiguity of your relationship begin to weigh on you. You want to confront him about his behavior, but you're afraid of what he might say or how he might react. You're stuck in a state of limbo, not knowing how to move forward and feeling like your heart is on the line. You're falling for Tony more and more each day, but you're not sure if he feels the same way, and the uncertainty is starting to take its toll on you.

One day, you and Tony have a particularly confusing interaction that leaves you feeling frustrated and hurt. Tony had been acting especially flirty with you all week, sending you suggestive texts and making comments that made you blush. You thought that this might finally be the moment when Tony would open up about his feelings for you. However, when you finally meet up in person, Tony acts distant and aloof, barely paying attention to you and seemingly interested in everything but you. You're hurt and confused by this sudden change in behavior, and you finally decide to confront Tony about it.

You arrange to meet him at his lab, and as soon as you walk in, you confront him about his behavior. You tell him that you're tired of the mixed signals and want to know once and for all what he wants from you. Tony is taken aback by your directness and honesty, but he knows that you're right. He's been struggling with his feelings for you for a long time, and he knows that he needs to be honest with you. He takes a deep breath and begins to open up about his true feelings.

He tells you that he's always been attracted to you, but that he's never been able to express it properly. He explains that he's been burned in the past and is afraid of getting hurt again. He's also afraid of putting your friendship at risk if things don't work out. But as he speaks, he realizes that he can't keep playing games with you either. He knows that he needs to take a chance on love and that he wants to be with you.

You are surprised by Tony's admission, but also relieved. You've been wondering for so long what he really feels for you, and now you know. You're also moved by his vulnerability and honesty, and you know that you feel the same way.

In response, you open up about your own fears and insecurities. You admit that you've been struggling with your feelings for Tony too, but that you've been afraid to make a move because you're not sure how he feels about you. You tell him that you've been hurt in the past, and that the idea of getting your heart broken again is terrifying. You're also worried about ruining your friendship if things don't work out.

Tony listens attentively, and as you speak, he begins to understand you better. He can see that you've been struggling with the same issues he has, and that you both need to take a chance on each other if you're ever going to be truly happy.

As you talk, you both realize that you want the same things. You want to be together and make a real go of it. You both know that there will be challenges and obstacles to overcome, but you're willing to take the risk. You promise to be honest and open with each other, to communicate your feelings and fears, and to work together to build a strong and lasting relationship.

After your conversation, Tony takes you in his arms and kisses you. You both know that it's just the beginning of your journey together, but you're ready to take the next step. From that moment on, you're a real couple, with all the ups and downs that come with it. But you're both ready to face whatever comes your way, together.

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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]

How about “nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore” + using sex to get our favorite insomniac Mr. Stank to take a break from work and come to bed?

Old tricks

A/N: I was waiting for this prompt, can’t believe it was in my inbox the whole time and I missed it. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ sex themes, fluff

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“How long has it been since he last took a nap, FRI?” You sighed, closing the book you were currently reading before stifling a yawn.

Thirty eight hours and counting, Mrs. Stark.

He was at it again. After promising that he would join you in bed early today, Tony Stark was still in the basement, nose deep in inventing yet another device that would potentially save the universe.

Rolling your eyes you threw the sheets off of your legs, rummaging through your closet to find the oldest trick in the book of ‘Getting your husband to obey’.

A set of lingerie was usually your go to but tonight, you decided on going down to his lab wearing nothing but a silky robe that you planned on discarding the moment he would lay eyes on you.

Overriding his protocol with FRIDAY’S help, you entered his lab and were met with an immediate blast of cold air; it fortunately worked in your favour, pebbling your nipples and making them evident against the flimsy piece of fabric.

Your husband stood hunched over his table that displayed varied diagrams and models with a blue glowing light that made his features appear exhausted. He probably was. Not that he would ever admit.

“Hello husband.”

You murmured, hugging the man from behind and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his tight muscles against your soft flesh, the contrast making you frown.

Tony sighed, melting against your touch immediately, as his hands stopped working to cover yours in a reassuring way.

“Are you planning on warming your side of the bed any time soon? Perhaps your wife would like some company too..”

Turning in your arms, he leaned in to kiss your lips in a wordless apology before stopping, his strained eyes grazing down your form, taking you in.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“What?” You feigned innocence, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the front of your robe, beginning to unfasten the ties.

Letting out a defeated grunt, Tony’s head planted itself against your shoulder, stopping your movements at once.

“Nope. No. Nada. No using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore.” You grinned because his voice lacked conviction, and the fact that he hadn’t pushed you away meant you had already won.

“Isn’t it?”

You smirked, undoing the belt completely now to reveal what the robe barely covered. Opening an eye, Tony drank your glorious self in, not finding enough reason to resist. With your nipples turned into buds and the glistening between your thighs, he was powerless.

Tony Stark simply wasn’t built to resist your persuasion.

Taking the robe off completely, you stepped back and turned to head out of his lab, throwing the robe over the shoulder with a knowledge that it had probably landed on his head.

“You’re just gonna wander around the house naked now?” He called after you, cock stirring in his pants at the sight of your curves sashaying their way out, just for him as you shrugged in response.

“Maybe I’ll try another good old trick. Perhaps that toy you designed for our anniversary?”

There was a curse word uttered under his breath before Tony Stark shut off his lab for the night and made a beeline in your direction, refusing to let his wife pleasure herself with anything that wasn’t his cock or tongue.

Find Part 2 here!