#Tony Stark Reader Insert

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

most people

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."

Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.

Warnings: fluff.

Word Count: 1,741

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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.

Home.

It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”

“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”

You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”

“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”

There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”

How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”

“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”

“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”

“In the lab.”

“…Okay.”

***

A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.

“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”

He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.

“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”

“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.

“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”

Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”

“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.

Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”

“Accept what?”

“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”

As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”

Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”

“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”

Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.

“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”

***

“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.

The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”

“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”

“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”

“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”

“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.

“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”

“So, what’s your excuse now?”

Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”

Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”

You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”

Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.

You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”

He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”

“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”

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[buckyownsmylife]

Tony Stark with an impregnation fetish would be like…

“Come to bed,” he called you, immediately after you entered the bedroom. It’d been a long day, filled with many laughters and a lot of joy as you all celebrated with the avengers family yet another successful mission.

You had spent a lot of time with the kids, especially. You loved them all, but you had a special bond with Cassie, and that’s who you carried on your back across the gardens while she squealed with joy.

“What is going on?” You asked when he immediately started to remove your clothes, the second you were close enough for him to reach. “Tony? Would you like to tell me something?”

But he was a man on a mission, and he paid you no mind. “I’m fucking you bareback today,” was his only response, and before you could argue, he’d slipped himself inside of you without even preparing you for it.

Oh, but you were wet. You were always wet for him, and the rhythmic way with which he fucked you only added to that initial arousal.

It wasn’t romantic, oh no. He was a man on a mission, and he fucked you as such. Punishing thrusts had you falling on your stomach in bed, while he panted above you at the idea of seeing you round with his child.

“One more,” he begged after your first orgasm had subdued. “You can give me one more.” He knew your pleasure was important for what he had in mind, and he wouldn’t stop until he was sure you were pregnant with his child.

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[ace-of-gay]

Giving you your thoughts back

Tony x reader

Tony helps reader with panic attack

Tw: general descriptions of a panic attack, not any specific topic as to why

No word count cause i have no idea, and not proofread or edited

Your breathing getting shallow, the world spinning, the etching voices, voiceless in sound but their hatred scratching and etching into your thoughts, negativity be poison affecting your mind how a bottle of lack dye messes up a pools clarity

Swim, swim, swim, breath, forward, forward, forward, breathe

A dystopian colidascope twisting and reforming everything.

Alone, you just want to be alone, just another left turn, or maybe its a right turn, just go

Youve left everything in the teams office

Do your footsteps sound unreasonably fast for you pace of is it an echo from the underwater murmuring your head is in?

All of a sudden youre spun around, the distortion is of pale dark haired man a blue glimmer and you realize its tony.

You cant really tell what hes saying, your thoughts are swimming in ink, no echoes just muddy sound

He leads you to a empty room where he sits with you cross legged on the floor your hands in his, hes slowly lifting them up and bringing them bringing them back down, without realizing you eventually start breathing in tandem with the movement of your hands, eyes still shrouded and foggy from rush and tears but ears now taking in sound pure.

"Youre doing so good, so good for me my love, just keep breathing in... and out, keep your eyes on mine"

Your hands are trembling, every few moments a tremble casts through your body

"Cant do it" youre suprised when you hear your own voice

"Of course you can, youre doing it right now, youre doing amazing"

" can you choose an automobile?" This question feels so out of place, what good would a car do right now?

"Why?"

"No reason, youll see soon" you can see his smile through your stormy vision

"Fine, a Volkswagen bus"

"Perfect choice, if this car was a person, what would they look like? Stereotypes are allowed" he chuckles

"I think they'd have longer hair, more of an androgynous person, they would have a few simple braids and beads on them, they would probably be wearing bell bottoms i like the idea of high rise, some platform docs, any type of shirt with a mix of pastels and florescent colors, flowers, paisleys mushrooms the whole nine yards"

" good job love, thats very descriptive, where would you meet this person? "

"Probably at a book store or a record shop"

These questions go on for a while, the significance of them to you isnt there but by now your eyes have cleared up, theres no mure rushing in your ears, youre breathing has settled and the world is no longer racing.

"You did amazing, im so unbelievably proud of you, do you know what we just did?"

Shaking your head

"They were just silly questions" you chuckle

"Silly question to get you thinking, to have your mind back, to make your thoughts priority over the rush in your head, thats what grounding is supposed to do"

Lookimg down you realize he was giving you your thoughts back, normal flow of neutral.

"Thank you" you mumble out while the both of you stand up

"No need to thank me its why im here"

In that moment he pulls you into a hug, placing a peck to your temple, "you did great"

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

I wrote this cause i wanted a way to share a coping mechanism i use to help my friends for both panic attacks and s/ ideation, i think it could be helpful for others

This was completely spurr of the moment

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[mcuamerica]

The Art Teacher

Pairings: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Request by anon: "tony stark meets pepper's little shy sister, who is art teacher in middle school. he never met her in person but once tony met her...well he falls for and never stops visiting her class."

Warnings: None, I think. Let me know!

A/N: This one is a little short. PSA all Tony requests after this (and others in my inbox already) will be declined. I don’t really like writing for him, but I made that decision after this request came in, so this will be one of my last ones for him. If I find any good Tony Stark content, I’ll be sure to recommend it!

Disclaimer: All my works are FICTION. Nothing pertaining to the characters and/or actors are to be taken as fact. I do not own characters (unless I create an OC, in which I will be sure to mention), actors, tropes, or titles. I do not agree to my works being reposted or published on any sites, even if credit is given. Enjoy!

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"Mr. Stark is here to see you, again, Ms. Potts." The receptionist said on the other side of the phone. "I tried telling him that you had a class but he's very insistent that he sees you." She said.

You sighed and glanced around at the kids as they used some watercolors to paint. "It's okay, you can send him over."

You liked seeing Tony. You met him just a couple weeks ago and ever since he hasn't been able to leave you alone. You didn't mind it. You liked it, actually. Maybe it was the attention, or maybe you did just like the billionaire and his sarcasm.

"Ah, the art teacher, Ms. Potts." You heard his voice break through.

"Mr. Stark!" You heard one of your kids shout.

"Alright, everyone, just calm down. Mr. Stark and I have to talk for a moment, go back to painting." You said as you got up from your chair.

"Tony, we talked about this. You can't keep showing up like this... I'm at work." You said quietly as you approached him.

"Oh, but the little ones love me." He said and smiled as some of the kids were still staring over at the man. "And I'm pretty sure their teacher likes me a little bit too."

"I- That's not the point! I can't just show up at your job out of the blue and distract you!" You said and rolled your eyes when you saw him smirk.

"I would love if you did that, actually." Tony said.

You groaned quietly, "you're going to be the death of me, Stark."

"Me? Never." He egged and nudged you.

You let him answer a few of the kids questions before pushing him out of the room.

"See you tonight?" He asked, resting a hand on your waist.

"Obviously."

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[aerysa-targaryen]

Hello everyone! My request are open for the first time! Don't hesitate to give me some ideas.

(also, English is not my first language, so I apologize for the errors I do)

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

I can write fluff, sad, angst, every ideas that comes to your mind.

I don't write gore, sexual assault or rape.

I only write headcanon, imagine or one-shot.

All of my writing are gn!reader or f!reader

I'm only writing "x reader"

I can write platonic or romantic

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

→ Rhaenyra Targaryen

→ Daemon Targaryen

→ Viserys Targaryen

→ Aemond Targaryen

→ Alicent Hightower

→ Ser Criston Cole

→ Corlys Velaryon

→ Leanor Velaryon

Other characters are coming...

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→ Galadriel

→ Halbrand

→ Elendil

→ Isildur

→ Miriel

→ Arondir

→ Adar

→ Durin

Other characters are coming...

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→ Frodo Baggins

→ Sam

→ Merry

→ Peregrin took

→ Boromir

→ Aragorn

→ Legolas

→ Arwen

→ Elrond

→ Faramir

→ Eowyn

→ Eomer

→ Theoden

Other characters are coming...

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→ Thorin

→ Bilbo

→ Thranduil

→ Bard

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

→ Tony Stark

→ Clint Barton

→ Natasha romanoff

→ Yelena Belova

→ Steve rogers

→ Bucky Barnes

→ Peter Parker

→ Wanda maximoff

→ Pietro Maximoff

→ Thor Odinson

→ Loki Laufeyson

Other characters are coming...

More Fandoms are coming!

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[ironmandeficiency]

friday, i’m in love

title: friday i’m in love

word count: 1318

pairing: tony stark / reader

summary: tony simply realizing that he’s in love and accidentally telling friday, who takes his words to heart.

a/n: this piece was dug from the deep recesses of a flash drive i had in high school. with a bit of editing & soft friday moments, it’s up to standard

you were not in the mood for their shit today. the birdbrains have had it out for you since the prank war began over a week ago. you put plastic wrap on their toilet seats in retaliation for replacing your vanilla pudding with mayo (you’re still scarred from that experience), and now there was no end in sight.

in your desperation, you did the one thing you had prided yourself on not doing ever since you joined the avengers: ask for a partner in crime.

when you appealed to tony, he was rather surprised. ever since you had become comfortable enough in the tower to prank your teammates, you worked your pranks alone.

you wouldn’t allow yourself to have an ally in the fear that they would know your weakest spots and use them to your advantage. but alas, this was the final straw. they hadn’t struck back yet, and the paranoia was eating you alive, so you sought help.

tony was flattered that you were seeking him out. he’s had his eyes on you ever since you were introduced to the team and would stop at nothing to please you. you needed something, anything, and he was always the first to get it for you with every variety you could imagine. he pulled out all the stops for you and never hesitated to hide his favoritism.

tony was trying to impress you and show that he cared, but he had started to sense that his flattery was going unnoticed by you. now, however, since he was the first one you came to, he finds that his helpfulness had not been overlooked.

i don't care if monday’s blue

tuesday’s grey and wednesday too

thursday i don't care about you

it’s friday, i’m in love

“you know what?” you asked tony an hour and a half into the brainstorming process.

“hmm?” he was still tinkering with random tools and gadgets on his work desk, his hands unable to keep still. despite his constant movement, all his attention was on you. the tycoon was prepared to hang onto your every word (like always) but not prepared for the little jolt of electricity that came from the random gizmo he had been fiddling with.

“son of a bitch!” tony hissed and dropped the gizmo to the desk where it clattered and rolled onto the floor. he brought his injured hand closer to his chest and glared at the culprit with disdain.

“are you okay, tone?” you took the hand he was clutching from him and inspected it for damage. when you found the blistering area on his fingertip, you gingerly brought the finger to your lips and kissed it softly.

to say you had caught the billionaire by surprise was an understatement. tony was the kind of guy who would plan for every scenario and know his next ten steps before he would take even one, but this was an unplanned scenario.

in all honesty, you hadn’t expected to do it either. it was all the doing of your subconscious, and damn did it make tony a flustering mess. since that feat wasn’t accomplished often, you took the opportunity to admire how handsome tony was when he was flustered.

no words were swapped about the gesture, but your eyes conveyed more to each other than any words could. it was a vulnerable moment, one that would not be mentioned outside of these walls because both parties knew how sacred it was.

instead, you both continued to figure out what would be a fitting method of payback. clint and sam would regret messing with you if tony had anything to say about it.

—

the two of you had spent hours in the lab trying to brainstorm ideas for your retaliation. it was a long and painful process (the chairs in the lab were way too uncomfortable and you wondered how tony hasn’t needed a masseuse by now) but eventually, you have a plan in place.

your role was to distract the guys by taking them to a “truce dinner” where the surrendering side takes the winning parties out to a restaurant (or wherever) of their choice and picks up the tab, wearing a dunce cap throughout the night to tell the world that they were losers.

the only hitch was that during truce dinners, the forfeiting party had to sign a contract saying that this prank war was officially over for 30 days, and you would be forced to either shave your head or get a tattoo of an avengers’ name on your body if you broke said contract. you didn’t want to do either, so you were going to have to avoid putting pen to paper at all costs if you wanted to not get “clint barton” on your asscheek.

tony’s role was much simpler in the sense that he could do it from anywhere in the tower. he was going to invade their personal snack collections, and since both men had a penchant for oreos, he spent a ridiculous amount of time replacing the soft crème center with mint toothpaste.

tony was going to protect his number one, and hum a catchy tune while he did.

—

tony was sitting cross-legged in front of sam’s pantry, head bobbing to a song he had heard a while back when you were blaring one of your playlists in the lab.

“monday you can hold your head

tuesday, wednesday, stay in bed

or thursday watch the walls instead

It's friday, i’m in love”

it was a very meticulous job, but he was doing this for a reason. he was defending your pranking honor and by god he was not going to be caught half-assing it.

“it’s such a gorgeous sight

to see you eat in the middle of the night

you can never get enough”

normally, the mechanic would never have let himself get involved in someone else’s prank war. but for you? he would insert himself into every prank war on the planet if it meant you were kept out of the line of fire.

was it melodramatic? hell yeah. was tony being an extra bitch? there’s hardly a day when he’s not. however, he would not let this self-realization blind him from the goal. he just kept humming along while you were out with sam and clint, executing the most vital part of the plan while he was humming away.

“i don't care if monday’s blue

tuesday’s grey and wednesday too

thursday i don't care about you

it’s friday, i’m in love”

—

friday’s omnipotence in the tower was one that could be easily forgotten by its residents when she isn’t needed. the ai doesn’t mind, knowing that her purpose is being fulfilled even when she isn’t helping the people she looks to as her charges. her presence alone is her serving her purpose, protecting and caring for those she cares about.

although she isn’t quite human, she can have favorites the same way the others do. and of those favorites, their identities are rather predictable.

boss is at the top of the list — her creator is someone she views as a dear friend and she knows that he would fight for her the same she would for him.

although there are others she’s known longer than you, people that have been around boss since before even she existed, you made your way into her list of favorite people. you would say thank you every time you asked something of her, would carry conversations when no one else was around, and you clearly cared about boss so much more than you’ve let on.

friday didn’t need to hear tony singing some song for her to understand his feelings for you. she sees it with every interaction between you two. it reassures her that if by some cruel twist of fate she’s gone someday, boss will have you at his side through it all.

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[raineydays411]

My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

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[imagine-knowing-a-name]

At Your Service

Summary: As a trainee mechanic, you apply for an apprenticeship at Stark Automotives on a whim. What you don't expect is for Tony Stark to reply personally with an offer to train you, and if that wasn't enough, a certain redhead also takes an interest in your sessions.

Word Count: 2303

Pairing: (Mentor/Mentee relationship for both) Natasha Romanoff & Reader; Tony Stark & Reader

Warning: None :)

A/N: Thanks for the response to my last fic, all the comments and reblogs kept me writing even with all my deadlines, and Mechanic!R was the clear winner of the last poll, so here you all go! Enjoy :)

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You rested centimetres from the cold floor with the sight of oil-covered gears, shafts, and pipes overtaking your vision as you rolled under the automotive.

"Does the axle cover come off?" you said after a short inspection.

"Yeah, those two hex screws, I'll get you the tool. You've worked out the issue?"

"It's meant to be 4-wheel drive and only the front wheels are moving; I'd guess a problem with the connector shaft meeting the rear axle."

"You'd guess or you'd know?"

"I can't know anything 'til the cover's off and I can see inside."

"Good answer," Tony replied. "Hand out."

As instructed, you stretched your arm until your fingers just about reached out from under the car chassis, where a tool handle was placed in your palm.

"One 5/8 hex screwdriver, that's the one you'll need."

"The screws are imperial?"

"'Course, kid, we're in America."

"Yeah, but you sell these cars globally; I just assumed-"

"Dear old dad set up factories all over the globe – allows for some regional differences in the schematics, then each production line just does its own thing. It's easiest for everyone."

You hummed your acceptance of his method, then started to undo the screws, until a light rock to the car paused you. The movement stopped, so you assumed it was just Tony leaning on the car and you moved to continue your work, until the hum of a motorbike -- the sound of which you'd previously ignored -- grew even louder. You jolted when the bike pulled into the garage, causing you to smack your head against the car's underbody and let out a low groan.

"Watch yourself, kid; are you alright under there?" Tony said from above. At your murmur that you were fine, he continued, "roll yourself out, there's someone for you to meet."

"Why's there someone under your car, Tony?" came a woman's voice -- the person to meet, you assumed -- "can't get under the car like the old days, hm?"

When you emerged, the bright light of the outside world temporarily blinded you; you could make out Tony's figure, and as your vision returned, you saw the newcomer's back was turned to you, so only an orange plait could be seen from under her bike helmet.

"Very funny," Tony scoffed, continuing the conversation before he pointed at you. The woman turned and you only just managed to stifle a gasp when you recognised her face. "This is an apprentice, wrote to me a couple months back asking to learn about Stark Automotives, so I've been training them since. Y/N, this is Nat. Nat, Y/N."

From the moment Tony suggested training you here, in the garage of the Avengers Compound, you knew there would be a chance of running into the rest of the team you'd spent your childhood idolising. But truthfully, you were too starstruck that Tony Stark himself had offered to train you to truly believe that moment of meeting the other Avengers would ever come.

Now here you were, facing the Natasha Romanoff, looking effortlessly cool with her white vest, jeans, and leather biker jacket...while you laid on the floor in a Stark branded boiler suit and a definite grease mark where you’d hit your head. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment when you realised that the Black Widow's first perception of you was seeing you smack into an object directly in front of your face. You only hoped the blush didn't show when you finally met her eyes.

"Good to meet you," she said cooly, holding her hand out, but her eyes tracked up and down as if sizing you up.

You took her hand instantly, about to ramble through an introduction before a slight gasp from her shook you back to attention. Your eyes snapped down to where your hands met, and you realised then that you still wore your gloves, coated with oil from working on the vehicle, and now you've smeared it all over her uncovered hand. You instantly broke away -- apologising profusely -- and grabbed sheet after sheet of blue paper roll, offering it to her to help clean her hand.

"I'm so sorry," you repeated again, but she shook her head and smiled at you.

"I've had much worse meetings. I'll happily take a little bit of grease over being shot at."

"Woah-"

"Hey, kid," Tony began. Both your head and Natasha's snap in his direction; you'd honestly forgotten he was still there. "Not to interrupt, but have you ever worked on a motorbike? I made a few modifications to Nat's, and now that she's so kindly brought it to us I can show you how they work."

"Do not lay a finger on my bike, Stark," Natasha growled in a tone that reassured you that if she had actually been angry at the grease before, you would have known.

"I won't," Tony scoffed with a roll of his eyes, "...Y/N will."

You gulped, eyes darting between the two Avengers as you were drawn into the fold. "Me? Tony I'm not sure that's-"

"It's essential learning. We don't just make fancy cars so you have to learn it all. Nat, you wouldn't deprive Y/N of this learning, would you?"

Natasha groaned, but eventually relented, crossing her arms and perching on the counter by the wall. "Okay, but I'm not leaving you alone with it. And Y/N?"

You looked up, fear probably showing on your face. Natasha smiled in return, and allowed you to see a glint of mischief in her eye, "give me a running commentary of what you do. I trust your honesty more than Stark's." She smirked at the last part, rolling her eyes as she pointed to Tony behind his back, an action for you and you alone to see. Something about it put you at ease, so you nodded, smiled back, then got to work, spending the rest of the session under the assassin's watchful eye.

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You watched the phone in your hand, hoping and waiting for those three little dots. Tony Stark was not a man famously known for his punctuality, but he’d been early to every lesson so far and now, ten minutes after you were due to meet, you’re starting to worry.

The worry wasn’t the lesson being cancelled so much as the worry that one of the other Avengers would walk in and accuse you of trespassing – there were still so many residents you hadn’t met, and without Tony present, you were just a stranger loitering unaccompanied in the Avengers’ garage, surely that looked suspicious. No matter the fact that you were supposed to be there and had gained authorised access with your security card, your anxieties continued to grow and grow.

Your heart rate sped up proportionately to the increasing rumble of an approaching bike. The seconds seemed to elongate when you knew there was no escape to being caught there alone. In the remaining time you had, you pulled your phone back out and, with shaking fingers, messaged Tony one more time – at least then you had proof, you kept your eyes on the device even as you felt the newcomer pull in and dismount from their motorbike.

“Let me guess, Tony didn’t tell you he’s away?” Your head snapped up at the familiar voice, face breaking into a grin as red hair broke free from under the helmet. Natasha had been showing up more and more frequently to your sessions, so her arrival was no surprise, but you were glad to have a friendly figure to justify your presence, lest anyone else appear. Natasha set her headgear to the side and hopped up onto the counter, following her usual routine; you watched her intently until you realised she was watching you too, still waiting for an answer.

"Oh, uh, yeah, no, he didn't- he didn't tell me. He's not coming?"

“He got called on a mission last night. Should be back in a few days, if all goes to plan, but I’ll have a word with him about keeping you informed.”

Her undivided attention unnerved you – Tony had always acted as a buffer before – so you fidgeted, avoided eye contact, and wondered what your next move should be. Thankfully, Natasha answered that last question for you: “It wouldn’t be right to send you home so soon,” she said, “And I am officially a Stark Industries employee still, you know, if you wanted…”

“Yes!” you exclaimed instantly, speaking before you thought. “I mean, yeah, if it’s no trouble. That would be awesome.”

“We both know I’d sit here and watch anyway.” She spoke softly and with a smile that you found yourself drawn to replicate, feeling more at ease in the spy’s presence. “Now then, I know about a lot of things but mechanics is an area where you might already have me beat, so how about something else?”

“Like what?”

“What do you want to know?” she shrugged, “Russian? Latin? Artillery? Archery? Wrestling? Weightlifting?” At your dumbstruck expression, Natasha smiled and realised she would have to make the choice for you, “how about the gym? You can impress Tony with your strength next time he makes you use that scissor jack.”

Your cheeks burn at the memory – neither Natasha nor Tony had said anything at the time, but both of them had needed to jump in and assist when you’d been unable to turn the jack enough for it to actually lift the car and fulfil its purpose. From Natasha’s warm smile, you could tell she still wasn’t mocking you for the incident, but you still nodded quickly and murmured agreement with her plan, before following her through the Compound towards the gym.

“Can I ask why you’re a Stark Industries employee?” you asked on the elevator, as a way to fill the silence and out of curiosity from her earlier words.

She laughed, “It was back in ‘09, we had to get intel on the newly revealed Iron Man, and the man behind the suit-”

“Tony-”

“Exactly. So, S.H.I.E.L.D. made some edits to the employee list, added my cover there, and I successfully infiltrated the company for as long as I needed. I only officially revealed myself at the 2010 Stark Expo – do you remember that? – and in all the chaos afterwards, they never officially took me off it.”

“I think I remember seeing it on TV – you were there?”

“I left before the explosions started, but I was around, trying to make sure as few people were in harm’s way as possible-” Natasha cut herself off as the two of you entered a space larger than any lecture hall, fitted with all sorts of workout machines – the majority of which you’d never seen in your life. “Here we are.”

“You use…all of this?”

She nodded, then paused, before pointing to a section in the corner where the machine structures and weights seem almost treble that of the current area. “That section’s for Steve, or Thor if he ever bothered to train. Us regular humans wouldn't move it an inch if we tried to use those machines.”

Natasha smirked and shook her head again, guiding you towards one of the regular machines: a chest pad adjusted to press against your front as you sat on the stool, while Natasha adjusted the weight and pulled the two handles back for you to grab them. With the position set, you looked up to her for advice,

“Pull the handles towards your chest and push them back to neutral, it'll work out your upper arms. That's where a mechanic will need strength the most, so aim for 10 repeats.”

Natasha watched carefully, adjusting your posture where needed, until you completed the set. You broke into a grin at the realisation that you'd managed it, one which Natasha happily replicated as she held her hands up for a high fives. “You'll be a pro in no time,” she promised, “ready to increase the load?”

The rest of the session continued in much the same manner – Natasha introduced you to different bits of equipment and perfected your form until your phone buzzed with a routine alert to mark the end of a session. 

Natasha accompanied you to the door, smiling, receiving, and occasionally rebuking the many thanks you bombarded her with for stepping up. “It was truly my pleasure,” she said at last, “I'll make sure Tony is back next week, but if you want to do this again, you have my number.”

She squeezed your shoulder, turned, and began to walk back inside – all before you came to the realisation: “I don't actually have your number!” you shouted after her. Natasha didn't respond, but when you checked your phone only seconds later, a message had appeared in your notifications.

‘Yes you do :) 

-N’

She really was some spy.

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Everything changed from then on: you walked in to Tony and Natasha arguing a week later, their sudden pause at your presence a very good indicator that they were discussing you, something they confirmed only moments later.

Next thing you knew, both Tony and Natasha had taken you on as their mentee, a session with each of them once a week, and neither of them wanted you to leave. Your apprenticeship was extended into the next academic year, where you moved even closer to the Avengers Compound to visit them more often, the two Avengers – not to mention the others they'd introduced you to – always making sure you were well cared for whenever you visited. Eventually, Tony even offered you a full-time job post-graduation as the Avengers' official mechanic, and who were you to refuse? You loved the work just as you loved spending time with your mentors, so you could think of no better job in the world.

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[justice-maul]

Hi maul!! Would it be cool if I requested Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy reader smut headcanons? (DomTop reader ofc) I know from your post that college is kicking your ass rn so take as much time as you want with this👌🏾👌🏾

Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader | Headcanons

Word count: 2,344

Summary: Pepper and Tony are not together and this is set before Iron Man 3 before his mansion was destroyed

Author Note: Keep in mind, English isn’t my first language, thank you anon your very sweet and I love writing about Tony Stark I’m obsessed with this man 😩 I made it extra long as a peace offering lol 😭

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out

Tony was a playboy so things like pool parties were a must and when it got too dirty (cause he never cleans it after) he told his assistant Pepper to get a poolboy so she hired one paying before hand and he almost forgot about it until you came over,

Pepper happened to be out that day so when there was a knock on the door he was forced with a groan to go and answer it only to be completely awestruck by the man he saw

He could tell that you were younger then him and you were very attractive to say the least, you were tall and well built so even while you were introducing yourself as his poolboy and trying to be professional he was barely paying attention

"Do you have any experience as a pool boy or…?" He asked staring at you thoughtfully and then added after a few seconds “Actually, I don't really care, I just want to look at you"

He said with a playful smile and considering that Tony’s playboy ways weren’t exactly hidden from the public you weren’t that surprised only raising an eyebrow at the comment

“Do you want me to get started Mr. Stark?” You said clearing your throat to which he immediately nodded his lips curving into a smirk

"Yes but I want you to call me Tony" his eyes continuing to rake over your body intently as he talks "Well? Are you ready to get started?" He steps to the side giving you room to come in

“Sure… Tony.” You said with a small smile not being used to talking to a man as powerful as him so casually as you walked through his large mansion following behind him “So, Y/n, can you actually clean a pool or is that just an excuse to see me?” He says in a teasing voice

Trying to be a professional you ignored the flirtatious comment giving a small half chuckle “You don’t have to worry about that Tony, I know how to clean a pool,” You said with a reassuring smile as he lead you to your pool

“Well then, if you know how to clean the pool, I’ll let you get to work,” he said in a playful voice as he sat down in a chair by the pool, his arms crossed against his chest, watching you shamelessly with his sunglasses on and a wide grin on his lips as he watched you work for a while

“Your a really good at this Y/n, how about you come back and continue working as my pool boy?” He asks when he sees you done with the pool looking you up and down all over watching as your muscles flexed with your every move “Sure, I don’t mind doing that for you,”

"I'm going to give you my number so you can call me anytime handsome," he pulls out his wallet handing you a business card "You could go ahead and save that in your contacts,” he says with a wink before turning to leave going back to his work letting you see yourself out

And that’s how it all started, every week you’d come over and get work done for him and every time like there was nothing better to do, Tony would stand by and watch making the occasional flirty comments, and every time he planned some excuse for Pepper to leave for a long time so he could get some alone time with you

To say Tony had constant lust filled thoughts about his pool boy was an understatement, Tony was already usually dominant and always on top but every time he thought of Y/n he was on the bottom it was a completely new feeling to him one that he hasn’t experienced before but that only made him more excited and more… impatient. Every night was a new fantasy of the pool boy with different scenarios of Y/n manhandling him but soon the imagination wasn’t enough he wanted more and his body was begging for attention

You’ve been working for Tony for a while now and he asked you to come over and help him with the pool and like usual you came over, Tony opened the door, greeting you with his red robe on and only boxers underneath as he invited you in, like usual he watched you work but for some reason today seemed different, you’ve never seen Tony only wearing that and you couldn’t say it wasn’t enticing to see

He walked over to you once you were done and put his hands around your shoulders drawing you closer to him “Tell me Y/n… have you ever been with an older man?” he said looking up into your eyes, for once he was skipping past the teasing, like he was already somewhat begging as his eyes showed pure lust and desire behind them, he watched as you shook your head no and he chuckled softly smiling again

“Then I hope your ready to start with one…” he said in a flirtatious voice and moved one of his hands to slowly rub up and down your chest feeling the well decoupled muscles underneath his hand which caused you to suck in a breath as your eyes couldn’t help but scan over his exposed body and the look in your eyes almost him whimper as he continued to stroke your chest looking like he couldn’t wait to see your clothes off as well

"Well...are you sure you want to be a pool boy? I can think of a few other more... intimate things that you could be for me,” his voice dropped to a low and seductive tone voice as he moved his hands towards your muscular and well-developed biceps gently squeezing a little “I can still be your pool boy and do… other things,” you moved your hands to grab his waist pulling him closer to you gently rubbing his side as you looked his body over

"So...you like what you see, huh?" He said teasingly as he smirked before you then moved your hand underneath his robe and gently gripped his ass causing his face to flush and for a small moan to escape his lips “I can’t say I was expecting that…” he said with a smile on his face his voice still as needy as ever “but I liked it a lot,” his smile turned into a grin as he gently squeezed your biceps a little more

You chuckled “I know you like the attention,” and then pulled him in closer so your lengths were pressed right up against each other and you were kneading his cheeks with your hands "Do you want to make me the happiest man in the whole universe?… Because I think it might already be working. You just need to keep going." He said in a breathy voice biting his bottom lip in excitement before leaning in and whispering

“I like this attention…” he added giving a look of pure lust and want , “Well who said I was planning on stopping?” You said with a small smirk and gripped his cheeks a little harder he let out another moan of pleasure and his hands squeezed your biceps in an attempt to calm his heart that was practically beating out of his chest as he let out a small sigh “Oh this is exactly how I imagined it…” he said sucking a breath

“Well this isn’t the exact way I imagined it but it’s pretty close,” you whispered with a small chuckle as he stared at your face a small smile spreading on his lips “Well what did you imagine?…” he asked his voice was now more flirtatious and full of desire as his small smile turned into a large smirk as you leaned closer to him gently grabbing his neck, “That I had you bent over in your bedroom as you let me manhandle you the way I know you’d like.” You whispered lowly in his ear

Tony’s eyes widened as Y/n spoke in his ear in a way that made his whole body shake, and he began to breath more heavily, “Well what are you waiting for?… do it already,” he said almost begging as he looked up at you with helpless eyes, which you only made you grin wider in amusement watching as he was practically itching to just get a taste of what that would all be like, his mind immediately imagining all of the things you’d do to him…

And that’s how you ended up in Tony’s bedroom kissing him passionately still standing as your tongues glide against each other, his hands clawing at your back desperately trying to pull you close to him as you rubbed your cock against his hole through his boxers causing him to whine as he felt your hard on rub him in just the right way but he wanted more, he needed more… he’s never had someone inside him before and the thought made his body tremble with both nervousness and excitement

You step back and remove your shirt and Tony watches, the feeling of losing complete control for the first time is making this so much intense for him as he looks up at you “Tell me… how are you gonna use me?” He asks teasingly his voice dripping with desire as he looked your body over and you chuckled “I’d rather leave it a surprise.” you said not breaking eye contact with your piercing eyes which only made his heart beat faster in anticipation

"Now you made me curious...I can't wait to see what you're planning to do..." he whispers as he moves closer towards you, he still has his eyes locked on him, as he seems completely entranced by the man's powerful muscular body and presence. your eyes felt so...intimidating. Tony knows that whatever your planning, he is in for a good night “Come closer and I’ll show you,” is all you had to say before Tony took another step forward so your bodies were pressed up against each other again his heart practically pounding in his chest at thought of a younger man taking control of him

"Now we're very close, what are you waiting for?" He whispers as he stares into your eyes with lust, a smile on his face as he waits to see what your going to do to him “Don’t be impatient.” you say and cup Tony’s jaw and grabs his waist with a firm grip on both Tony's body seems to tremble a bit at your grip, their eyes are still locked, and Tony's breathing had gotten more heavy as he slowly nodded and your scent slowly started to fill his nose

Your hands begin to move around his body feeling him up as he practically melted at the whole thing his eyes half lidded still never left yours as you finally settled your hand right on his waist band which made his breath hitch in anticipation as you removed his clothes, and then removed yours…

The first was absolutely incredible for the both of you, Tony had never taken it from behind but he was glad his first time was with you, seeing his mouth hung open as you stretched out his hole and his noises only getter louder and needier, the older man who was known to make anyone crumble beneath him was coming undone in mere seconds just by you, and god, you felt blessed to see the sight, his back arched with sweat glistening his body, his red cock standing as it dripped a puddle of precum onto his stomach from the lack attention and his body shivering with anticipation, his head crawling with both fear and excitement at the new experience,

And of course once he got a small taste, he was greedy for more. You found yourself at Tony’s house almost every week fixing a new problem that would soon end up with the two of you doing it practically anywhere and everywhere in his house. You’ve fucked him on the kitchen counter, he’s sucked you off in the living room, and even had him against the wall, slowly his body didn’t react to anyone else anymore and he found himself calling you often and not even hiding behind an excuse like usual just plain on begging you to fuck him,

To say the man wasn’t tempting would be a lie, he’d whisper constantly in your ear all things he imagined you doing to him, or wear practically nothing every time you came around. To say he was desperate for attention was an understatement, he always craved it from everyone but now he only wanted it from you, he was never loud with anyone else but every time with you he felt like screaming in absolute ecstasy.

The sex was messy all around and pretty rough most of the time, not that Tony would have it any other way, he loved it when you messed him up, cumming inside of him or outside, he loves it most in his ass and on his face, he loves the messy and wet kisses you’d give him as you practically devoured him, the way you would move his body in a way you preferred like he was some type of toy to you. everything you did made his body shiver and he loved it,

He knew you were younger then him and that its considered strange having someone like that top and dominate an older man but the whole thing turned him on so much he couldn’t care less that a younger guy was doing all this to him, if anything the humiliation that someone like that could ruin him and make him into a begging mess only fueled him further, the degrading praise you’d give him, it made him go insane with pleasure.

You were the same too, you loved making fun of him in bed for letting someone younger then him who even works for him make him like this, you were his employee, you weren’t rich, or famous, and yet he let the same man he wouldn’t usually bat an eye at, use his body in every way you wanted, having someone he would consider low and beneath him do all this to him made him twice as needy and having such a powerful man under your control never ceased to feel anything but good, especially with a man like Tony Stark.

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[ellephlox]

I was thinking about how I wish there was a psychology course for why "x reader" stories are so addictive and then it made me wonder if there ARE any patterns to those of us who read/write reader-insert fan fic. I've personally never been in a relationship (I've tried dating, but it hasn't worked out for me) and I'm wondering if this is typical for reader-insert folks out there.

(Also please share this so we get as much data as possible!!)

Unfortunately there's not a good control group to compare this data to, aside from general relationship demographics; it'll be hard to pin down since obviously everyone's nationality, age, gender, etc is anonymous.

Still - hopefully this will be interesting!

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[supercap2319]

Tony: "Y/N, I dare you to kiss the hottest person in this room."

Y/N: "Peter?"

Peter: *Blushes* "Yes, Y/N?"

Y/N: "Move. I need to kiss that mirror behind you."

Peter: "Excuse me?"

Y/N: "You heard me. Move, Spiderbutt."

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[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

favor

tony stark x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“Hey,” you said lightly, a soft, surprised smile curving your lips as you looked up from your book. Tony was standing in the doorway, cast in shadow by the darkened hallway behind him. His hair was dishevelled and there were sadly-all-too-familiar shadows under his eyes, but he gave you a sweet, affectionate smile that always managed to warm you from the very middle of yourself. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.”

“Shouldn’t you have been in bed an hour ago?”

“Yeah… that isn’t exactly the ‘daddy’ vibe girls usually go for in their older boyfriends.”

Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. “You used to be so innocent.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t.” he agreed, amused. “I never stood a chance.”

You grinned back up at him, tucking a bookmark between the pages of the novel laying open in your lap. You set it on the coffee table beside you, sighing as you stretched out a kink in your lower back from sitting still for so long. “So, Mr. Stark… are you darkening my doorway at this late hour because you’ve decided you’re coming to bed?”

“Ooh, I love it when you get all formal and dramatic.” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do it more.”

You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Are you coming to bed or not, Tony?”

He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair ruefully. “I think I’m going to be working a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you frowned. He hadn’t come to bed at all the last two nights, and with you out of the tower all day, you weren’t sure if he’d left the lab much at all. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”

He shrugged a shoulder, and your frown deepened in concern. He recognized your expression and offered you a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, baby.”

“Do me a favor?”

“Always.”

Your lips twitched in a small smile at his readiness, and you shifted in your seat. You were sitting on one of the large, plush sofas bordering the coffee table, your back against the arm of it. You lifted one side of the blanket on your lap invitingly. “Take a break. Just an hour. Please.”

Tony looked as though he was going to deny you for a moment before he relented, his shoulders relaxing in defeat. “You don’t play fair.”

“No, I don’t.” you agreed, your smile widening as he approached you. Tony climbed onto the couch, and instead of sitting beside you, he stretched out on top of you, his legs tucked between yours and his arms banding around your waist. You chuckled lightly as he settled against your chest, feeling his own chest heave with a sigh. “You really didn’t take a lot of convincing, did you?”

Tony hummed appreciatively as you scratched your fingers softly through his hair and pulled the blanket back over the two of you. “Do I ever when it comes to you?”

“I love you too, Tone.” you murmured as you felt his breathing begin to slow.

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[animealways]

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

Avengers: ok?

Later that day

Sam: hey!

Y/n standing on a balcony: what!?

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

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

Sam: wha da fu-

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

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[ace-of-gay]

Admirably perfect

hey i was wondering if you could write me a tony x insecure plus size reader it would mean alot.

Tony stark x plus size reader

Hurt and comfort kinda, really sweet ending

1,245words

Warnings: no pronouns, there is a body type mentiond and its plus sized but its not specified on weight or anything, negative thoughts of ones self but tony fixes it and is hella loving, nudity but in the way of bathing, insecurities, body dysmorphia? Negative self thoughts, talk and self image.

FLUFFY ENDING!!

No gender, age or skin types mentioned

Don't like it? Don't read it.

You are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

Edited to the best of my abilities

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Pulling, tugging fixing the bottom hem of your shirt, it had been a pretty easy going day, you had gotten through everything you had planned out and than some, overworking yourself to the bone, overwhelming yourself but now the busy part of the day was over and you were on your walk to the tower, deciding to stop and treat yourself with a pastry from your favorite cafe and two drinks, one for yourself and one for tony.

Your order getting called and the lady behind the counter bids you a good day after telling you to be careful, that the pastry was still very hot.

Rounding the corner, the entrance to the tower you watch as a few of the employees leave to go home, laughing, hips swaying, not a care in the world, but something about seeing people with the media's depiction of an 'ideal' body just eats at you, no matter what people will always have more confidence in their bodies.

Doing your best to shrug it off you walk to the elevator and head up to where you knew you’d find tony, after a long day like today its always perfect to end it with warm cuddles and maybe a drink or two.

The elevator dings signaling the arrival to the selected floor, stepping off and heading straight to the lab where you find your husband focused deeply on soldering a circuit board or something.

Passing by a reflective wall paneling it didn't matter to your mind if the metal gave off a warped image in return your thoughts still started up screaming, berating you, 'he’s with you to make himself look better, loose a little weight and you’d be perfect, should you really be eating that' and so much more, looking down at your pastry, a miniscule shake in your head not just to clear your thoughts but to also tell that part of your mind that you weren’t going to indulge in your reward, instead you set it down on the table in front of him alongside his drink and your own.

He turns to you with a smile, something that was rare before he had you in his life, you are his light, a ray of sunshine in his worst moments, you are his hope. "Hello gorgeous, how are you?"

He pulls you into a welcoming embrace, giving you a peck on the cheek and a kiss on the lips before pulling away to clean up his station so he can spend the rest of the day with you. "I’m good, just a little frazzled from the day ya-know "

Grabbing his drink and the pastry in its bag and noticing its your personal favorite, "hey love? Where’s your treat?" He questions, shrugging it off, I ate mine on the walk here" smiling to polish off the lie, it hurt but what was even more painful was telling someone you feel inadequate because of something that has hurt you all your life.

Getting to the penthouse level he puts the pastry in the fridge instead of eating it, he was definitely picking up on your feelings, he just isn’t sure yet what’s going on. Walking to your shared room

"I was thinking we should go on a date tonight what do you think? Especially since you just finished that project, you deserve a celebration", entering the closet slipping off your jacket and hanging it back up.

Keeping your eyes cast away from the mirror, "where to?" Peaking out of the closet, "i was thinking that new Italian place downtown we could wear our matching outfits we got recently"

It sounded so perfect, so sweet, for that moment your mind was silenced by his voice, a song of bell and chime in your orchestra of thoughts it resonates so loud in its gentle tone that it stood out.

Feeling giddy you grab your outfit and his matching suit, laying his out on the bed and walking off to the bathroom to get changed, your avoidance of reflections completely forgotten about for the time being.

Slipping out of your work clothes and into your nice outfit for date night, fixing your hair, making sure everything was perfect, Stepping back to admire your work, your mess you’re a mess, the thoughts are back, louder than ever, drowning out his chime in the wind, or his knock on the door, pressing inward on your waist, hands rough and scorching gripping skin from your stomach, your arms, your hips and ever squeezing your face, it hurt it burned, it ripped your heart from your chest, the rushing in your ears and the quickly winding thoughts, not noticing he had opened the door to make sure you were okay, he had been calling to you and you hadn’t answered, watching your world from his spot it broke him to see your eyes distort your beauty, your radiance, to dim your shine.

A cooler, pair of hands pull your fiery ones into his.

"I’m so sorry love" he whispers into your ear staring your mind to listen to him, a calm in the chaos, "may i do something?" He seeks your eyes in the mirror, taking a moment you nod in agreement, his hands leaving yours and finding their way to your hips.

His hands delicately tracing every curve to your hips, "these, are wonderful, they’re perfect, they do their job yes?" Once again nodding.

"I’ve got to hear you" he places a kiss just below your ear, "y-yes" you stammer.

His hands move up your frame and forward to your tummy, "this is perfect, its absolute perfection and its soft, like a stomach should be" placing a kiss below where the first one was, "wanna know a secret? ", you shrug "sure why not".

"Even Steve-the-super-soldier-Rogers has a soft stomach, i found that one out while wrestling" causing you to chuckle but also letting a few tears loose.

His hands slowly find their way up to your face, cupping your cheeks, "can you tell me what this is?" He presses, shaking your head in his hands, still too hesitant.

"This is beauty, its perfection, it is human, and it is you, i wake up every morning just to see you smile at me, because somehow the world gave me someone with an even worse sleep habit than myself but that’s besides the fact-" he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back-" i cant help but love this, to love all of you because your body shape or weight don’t depict anything, you are beyond perfect and you carry so much love and light" acing one more kiss to your shoulder, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your own looking you deeply in the eyes” I love all of you and im here to help you see what i see because you are other worldly and i am so lucky to have you" he emphasizes by finally placing a kiss to your lips.

He can feel the tear tracks raised in your skin, kissing them as well.

"Lets stay home instead, let me treat you" he whispers, stepping away to run a warm bubble bath for you, helping you out of you dress clothes, leaving the room and returning moments later with a glass of red wine, when he says take care he really means spoil and he’s definitely going to go above and beyond tonight.

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I loved writing this so much

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[mcuamerica]

Tony Stark Masterlist

*= requested

Finally Falling* Tony and (Y/N) have a long relationship with each other, all starting at one particular dance they both happened to attend.

Young!Tony Stark x Reader (Prompt Request) If anyone else went to college with Tony Stark, they would be intimidated. You, however, can see right through the young genius. 

The Art Teacher* Tony meets Pepper's little sister and can't stop visiting her in class.

What's with the Ring* Tony and his past sweetheart meet at a high school reunion.

Tony Stark x Wife!Reader Headcanon* Lost in the tumblrverse (if you scroll long enough I'm sure you'll find it)

Main Masterlist

Updated 22 April 2023

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark reader insert #tony start au #iron man #marvel

[screechcat]

Y/n looking around the common room, with all of the Avengers talking, playing board games, and watching movies.

They sigh in content, finally feeling relaxed and safe.

Sam: What are you so smiley about L/n?

Y/n hums: Just happy is all

The others glance around at each other and smile. Y/n had been pretty new. Coming from a bad background like most of them. This was the first time they said something like that.

Tony: I think this calls for an Avengers pile.

Y/n's eyes widen in horror.

Y/n: Dude, I said I was happy, not wanting death.

Thor: To late!

All of the Avengers pile onto the couch with Y/n effectively trapping them.

Y/n struggles and tries to get away.

Y/n: Guuuuuuysssss! Get offah me! This sucks!

Nat hums: Bull

The others murmur agreements.

Not too long after Y/n gives up and just lets it happen.

Y/n: ..... okay, maybe this is nice

Peter: I knew you loved us!

Y/n half asleep but still sarcastic as ever: Don't tell my teammates. It'll go to their heads.

They chuckle, and after a while, they all drift off to sleep.

It was a sight to see for Maria the next morning. The Earth's Mightest Heros and most skilled people in a giant pile on the couch happily sleeping.

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