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slasher-art · 2 days
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Levi and his eternal jealousy of Stark. :))
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Steve: Tony, did you happen to hear my announcement?
Tony: I hang on every word.
Steve: I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm.
Tony: Correct.
Steve: So you didn’t hear my announcement?
Tony: I’m barely listening now.
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fotibrit · 1 day
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I hear your “Tony and Peter had kind cute nicknames for each other” and i raise you the headcannon that they had nicknames, but they were almost exclusively insults.
Joking insults, of course. But you think that the man who named his pets prized possessions “Dummy” and “You” would turn around and give his kid favorite teenager cute nicknames? No! The man canonically nicknamed him after underwear! Canonically diminished Peter’s attempt at seeming mature by calling him “Spider-Boy” instead of Spider-Man
Peter’s not gonna just. take that and give tony kind uplifting nicknames. Those mfs try to outdo each other with clever and rude nicknames. Tony calls Peter “Laffy Taffy” bc of the kids quips and weird flexibility. Peter calls Tony “Repulsor” after the day Tony mentioned Pepper called his smell repulsive.
And they love it. It’s their way of affection. You know somethings gone wrong when they DONT use rude nicknames.
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negativesd09 · 2 days
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You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
THE LONELIEST - Måneskin Stony 1872 kiss 48/50 - Hello, I bring you some stony kisses <3 (Also, if you like my art, I would be very grateful if you could help me sharing my commission sheets, I have little to non reach at the moment and I'm struggling a bit, thank you <3)
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Talk dirty to me
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PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 5K
SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.
SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare
A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! 🩷
A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 🩷
EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Journalist!Reader Masterlist | @multifandom-flash | Grow Old With Me
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Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist
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The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.
But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.
Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.
The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.
"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.
"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.
"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.
You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.
"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.
"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.
"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.
Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.
"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.
Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.
A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.
"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.
"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.
When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.
"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.
Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.
"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.
"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.
"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.
"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.
"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.
"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.
"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.
"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.
"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.
His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.
Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.
"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.
"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.
"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.
"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.
Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.
"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.
"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.
"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.
He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.
"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.
"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.
"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.
As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.
"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.
"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.
"What's your color now?"
"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.
"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.
A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.
"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.
When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly parted— a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.
"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.
"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.
"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.
"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.
"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.
"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.
"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.
When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.
"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.
"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.
"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.
"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.
"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.
With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.
"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.
"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.
"You're absolutely amazing, Sweets—an amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.
"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.
"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.
Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.
"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color. 
Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.
When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.
"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.
"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.
"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.
With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.
"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.
"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.
"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.
"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.
"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.
When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.
"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.
"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.
"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.
"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.
What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.
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“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.” — Peter Parker Space | @monthly-challenge
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gunsandspaceships · 3 days
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Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?
Did you guys notice that after Tony appointed Pepper as CEO of Stark Industries, he didn't have Alfred to clean up after him? We didn't see any cleaning staff at his Malibu home, Stark/Avengers Tower, the Compound, or Stark's cabin.
Only Dum-E. Who wasn't able to do everything/do it well enough.
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And I'm sure Tony wouldn't allow strangers into his lab. So the only person who could do Tony's housework was Tony himself.
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midastouch013 · 17 hours
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Hi, im the person with the gn r request. If it sounds good to you, maybe r is new to the team (im thinking fire powers if you want to include any) and they get to know the others and have a special connection with Nat (iykwim)?
I don't usually have requests, and I'm sorry if it sounds wonky 😅
New Recruit
Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: You're a new recruit to the avengers
Warnings: None
REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I need inspo
P.S the request wasn't wonky, and I did kwum 😁
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Nick Fury's commanding presence filled the room as he addressed the assembled Avengers.
"Avengers, gather around. We have a new member joining us today," he announced, his gaze sweeping across the team. "They come highly recommended, and I believe their unique abilities will be a valuable asset to our cause."
The Avengers exchanged curious glances as Fury motioned for you to step forward.
"Allow me to introduce our newest recruit," Fury continued, gesturing towards you. "They're a bit of a wildcard, but I have a feeling they'll fit right in."
You stepped forward, greeted by a mix of intrigued expressions and welcoming smiles from the team.
"Hey there, everyone," you greeted with a casual nod, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Hope I'm not crashing the party too hard."
Thor's booming voice echoed through the room as he greeted you with genuine enthusiasm. "Greetings, friend! What manner of skills do you possess?"
You grinned at his warmth, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. "Just a little something to bring some heat to the proceedings. You'll see soon enough."
Steve Rogers, the epitome of old-fashioned charm, stepped forward with a warm smile. "I'm Steve Rogers, but you can call me Cap. Welcome to the team."
You shook his hand firmly, returning his smile. "Nice to meet you, Cap. I'm Y/n . Ready to lend a hand wherever I can."
Bruce Banner observed you with a curious expression. "Welcome aboard. Do you have any specific skills or expertise?"
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye. "I've been known to light up the room when needed. But I'll let my actions speak for themselves."
Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, chimed in with a smirk. "Well, whoever you are, you've got quite the sense of humor. I like it."
You chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie already. "Thanks, Clint. Figured I'd try to keep things interesting."
As introductions continued, Wanda Maximoff offered you a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"Likewise, Wanda," you replied warmly. "Looking forward to getting to know everyone."
Natasha Romanoff observed you with a keen eye, her expression unreadable. When Fury finished speaking, she stepped forward with a smirk.
"Welcome to the team," Natasha said smoothly. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. Let's see what you're made of."
You met her gaze, feeling a sense of respect for the legendary Black Widow. "Thanks, Natasha. I'm ready to prove myself."
With introductions complete, the Avengers turned their attention back to Fury, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as you settled into your new role among Earth's mightiest heroes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.
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As the flames flickered and danced, casting shadows against the trees surrounding Tony's cabin, the Avengers basked in the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of their shared company.
Tony Stark, reclining in a comfortable chair, raised his glass in a mock toast. "To new beginnings and old friends! Or something like that."
Clint Barton, sitting nearby with a smirk, chimed in, "Yeah, Tony's just happy because he's not the new kid on the block anymore."
Tony shot him a playful glare. "Watch it, Hawkeye, or I might just put you on dish duty for the rest of the night."
Bruce Banner chuckled, sipping from his own glass. "Let's try to keep the peace, gentlemen. We've got enough chaos to deal with on missions."
Wanda Maximoff, sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled at the banter. "It's nice to have moments like these, away from all the fighting and danger."
Thor, ever the optimist, nodded in agreement. "Indeed! 'Tis a welcome reprieve from the battles that await us. But fear not, for Asgardian warriors are always ready!"
Steve Rogers, leaning against a nearby tree, couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. "It's moments like these that remind me why we do what we do. We're a team, through thick and thin."
Natasha Romanoff, sitting quietly beside you, observed the group with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, I never imagined I'd find myself in moments like these. It's… nice."
You turned to her, catching the sincerity in her eyes. "Yeah, it really is," you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words.
As the conversation continued, the fire began to wane, the flames dimming as the night pressed on. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, feeling the warmth of your powers stir within you.
With a flick of your wrist, you summoned a burst of flame, reigniting the fire with ease. The Avengers watched in awe, their expressions a mixture of surprise and admiration.
"Wow,that's incredible!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.
Natasha observed you with keen interest, a spark of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Impressive," she remarked, her voice low and husky. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."
You met her gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her words. "Thanks, Natasha. Just doing my part to keep the party going."
As the fire blazed brightly once more, the Avengers continued to bond, their laughter and camaraderie echoing through the woods. And as you sat beside Natasha, a silent understanding passing between you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connections you'd forged with Earth's mightiest heroes.
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As you and Natasha navigated through the crowded party, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. A man in a sharp suit lingered nearby, his gaze fixed on you with suspicion. Sensing the tension, you subtly nudged Natasha and gave her a knowing glance.
"Trouble at three o'clock," you murmured, keeping your voice low as you observed the man's lingering stare.
Natasha's lips quirked into a knowing smirk as she assessed the situation. "I see him. Let's give him something else to watch."
With a quick nod, you took Natasha's hand, pulling her into an elegant twirl on the dance floor. As the music swelled around you, you moved in perfect harmony, your steps fluid and graceful as you danced with practiced ease. The man's gaze faltered, his suspicion momentarily forgotten as he watched the two of you with mild interest.
"Smooth moves," Natasha whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to dance.
You grinned back at her, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the music. "Just trying to keep up appearances."
As the song came to an end, you and Natasha gracefully parted ways, seamlessly blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened. The man's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned away, satisfied that you were just another couple enjoying the festivities.
With the distraction successfully averted, you and Natasha made your way towards the west wing, where the USB drive was rumored to be located. The hallway was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension as you approached the door to the room where the drive was being kept.
"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, her voice low and steady as she prepared to breach the room.
You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Let's do this."
With practiced precision, Natasha picked the lock, and you slipped into the room, your senses on high alert as you searched for the USB drive. It didn't take long to locate it, tucked away in a secure safe on the far side of the room.
But as you reached for the drive, the room suddenly erupted into chaos as alarms blared and lights flashed. HYDRA soldiers poured into the room, their weapons raised and ready for action.
"We've been compromised!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in determination as she prepared to defend yourselves.
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you sprang into action, using your fire powers to fend off the attackers while Natasha engaged them in hand-to-hand combat. The room became a blur of motion and chaos as you fought side by side, your movements perfectly synchronized as you battled against overwhelming odds.
At one point, a soldier attempted to flank Natasha, his weapon aimed directly at her back. Without hesitation, you intercepted the attack, summoning a burst of flame that engulfed the soldier's weapon and sent him staggering back in surprise. Natasha's eyes widened in gratitude as she delivered a swift punch, knocking the soldier unconscious.
"Nice save," Natasha remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice as she turned to face you.
You grinned back at her, feeling a surge of pride at your successful maneuver. "Just returning the favor."
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The Avengers had been through a tumultuous few months, facing challenges that tested their strength and resolve. In the rare moments of respite between missions, Wanda suggested a girls' night in, complete with a cozy movie marathon to help them unwind and recharge.
As they settled in, Natasha glanced over at you, a playful glint in her eye. "You're welcome to join us, Y/N. Consider it an honorary invitation."
You chuckled at the unexpected offer. "Well, I certainly can't say no to that. Thanks, Nat."
Natasha glanced over the selection of movies, her expression thoughtful. "How about we start with something classic? A good comedy should do the trick."
Wanda nodded in agreement, a smile playing at her lips. "Sounds perfect. Let's keep it light tonight."
Just as they were about to hit play, Sam Wilson sauntered into the room, a hopeful expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on here? Movie night?"
Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, suppressing a smile at Sam's enthusiasm. "Actually, Sam, it's girls' night tonight," Natasha explained, her tone apologetic but firm.
Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Girls' night? Aw, come on, why didn't I get the memo? I can hang with the best of them!"
Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head at Sam's protest. "Sorry, Sam, but tonight is strictly a girls-only affair. Maybe next time."
Sam feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow, way to exclude a guy. I see how it is."
You, sitting nearby, interjected with a grin, "And besides, I'm not a girl either."
Sam turned to you, his expression one of mock disbelief. "Wait, you too? What kind of girls' night is this?"
" One with Y/n the only exception" Natasha deadpanned
You shrugged, your tone light as you replied, "I guess exceptions can be made. Don't worry, Sam, you're still one of the girls in our hearts."
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough chitchat. Let's get this movie started before Sam convinces us to let him join."
With a mock sigh of resignation, Sam retreated from the room, his protests fading into the distance. Meanwhile, Natasha and Wanda settled back into the couch, ready to enjoy their movie night uninterrupted.
As the night wore on and the movies played on, you found yourself getting increasingly comfortable, nestled between Natasha and Wanda on the couch. The laughter and banter of the films filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
At one point, as you reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Natasha, your fingers brushed against hers. It was a fleeting touch, but somehow, your fingers intertwined naturally, as if drawn together by an invisible force.
You glanced over at Natasha, surprised but not entirely unwelcome by the gesture. She met your gaze with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth and affection you felt in that moment.
As the movie continued to play, Natasha shifted slightly, leaning her head against your shoulder in a gesture of casual intimacy. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at the contact, a sense of comfort and connection unlike anything you'd experienced before.
Without a word spoken between you, you allowed Natasha to rest against you, feeling a sense of contentment settle over the both of you. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world, wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence.
Wanda, sensing the unspoken bond between you and Natasha, smiled knowingly from across the couch. She said nothing, content to let the moment unfold naturally.
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Several months had passed since that cozy movie night, and in that time, a deep bond had formed between you and Natasha, evolving into something more than friendship. And after you , very nervously, asked her out and you went on your first date, you became official.
Now, as the snow fell softly outside, you found yourselves holed up in a cold safehouse, the result of a mission gone awry.
The bitter chill seeped into the room, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. Despite the layers of clothing and blankets you both piled on, the cold seemed to penetrate to your bones.
Natasha sat beside you, her posture rigid and her breath visible in the frigid air. Her stoic expression betrayed no hint of discomfort, a testament to her Russian upbringing and her ability to endure harsh conditions without complaint.
But you could see the telltale signs of her discomfort – the slight shiver in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together in a thin line. You knew that she was just as affected by the cold as you were, despite her efforts to hide it.
"We need to find a way to warm up," you remarked, your voice tinged with concern. "This cold is unbearable."
Natasha glanced at you, her gaze steady. "I'm fine, Y/n," she replied, her tone clipped. "I'm Russian, I don't get cold
You frowned, knowing that she was downplaying the severity of the situation. "Nat, we can't just tough this out. We need to do something before we freeze to death."
With a sigh, Natasha relented, her mask of indifference slipping slightly. "Fine, you're right. But what can we do? We're stuck here until backup arrives."
As the fire crackled merrily in the hearth, you racked your brain for a solution. And then it hit you – your powers. With a determined glint in your eye, you summoned your flames, allowing them to dance to life in the palm of your hand.
The warmth spread through the room, banishing the chill and filling the air with a comforting heat. Natasha watched in awe as you worked your magic, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"You never cease to amaze me" she murmured, her voice laced with admiration.
You shrugged modestly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her praise. "Just doing what I can to keep us both safe and warm."
As the warmth from your flames enveloped the room, Natasha leaned closer to you, seeking refuge from the biting cold. The soft crackle of the fire provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tense atmosphere.
You could feel the tension slowly ebbing away as the heat seeped into your bones, and you found yourself inching closer to Natasha, drawn to her warmth and the comfort of her presence.
With a soft sigh, Natasha leaned into you, her shoulder pressing against yours as she sought solace in your embrace. Despite her usual stoicism, you could sense the vulnerability beneath her facade, a reminder that even the strongest among them had moments of weakness.
As you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, you felt a rush of affection wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the flickering flames and the gentle fall of snow outside, you knew that you couldn't keep your feelings hidden any longer.
"I... I love you, Natasha," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she seemed almost speechless, caught off guard by your admission.
But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she reached out to gently cup your cheek in her hand. "I love you too, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
And with a sigh of relief you captured her lips in a soft kiss, planning to give her many more in the foreseeable future.
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Invincible Iron Man #15 - "The River" (2024)
written by Gerry Duggan art by Creees Lee, Walden Wong, & Bryan Valenza
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Steve: Yes, I'm a caring a person. And without Tony, I would just keep giving and giving and giving. I'm like a big runaway charity truck and Tony is my off-ramp full of safety gravel.
Tony:
Steve: He knows how to say no. He can always put himself first. He certainly can turn his back on someone suffering.
Tony, looking offended:
Tony: No, really, keep going.
Steve: He—
Tony, looking at Steve: Don't keep going!
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fotibrit · 18 hours
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If Tony Starks story were a parable, the lesson would be that dying isn’t the worst thing that can happen to someone (losing people you love is worse, and sometimes it’s best to try to get them back at any cost)
If Peter Parker’s story were a parable, the lesson would be that dying isn’t the worst thing that can happen to someone (losing people you love is worse)
anyways anyone have any guesses as to what could happen next to MCU peter parker? I haven’t the foggiest, this is a plot i’ve never seen before. If only there were some parallel we could reference for hints.
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Tony keeps in touch with Harley post IM3.
Tony hacks into Harley's school to see what his grades are and it not clocking that he could literally just ask about it.
Tony keeping up with the Keener’s via twice monthly phone calls that turn into weekly ones that turn into Tony and Mrs. Keener texting back and forth.
Tony invites the kid to visit during a school break where they both just tinker with things. Harley is nervous at first until they meet up again and they start snarking back and forth.
At least one minor fire or explosion happens. If asked, neither know what started it. (Tony was wiring a gauntlet and Harley jokingly called him Dad when Tony told him he had to do his homework.)
The Keener’s visit for a week in the summertime, Tony has bought the lake house earlier to have a place away from people. Mrs. Keener and Pepper get along pretty well and both the kids like Pepper, so Tony counts it as a win.
Tony offers to pay for Harley and his sister's education and Mrs. Keener took him up on it because there was no way she’d be able to afford to send both her kids to college unless one of them got a free ride and Tony shows he cares by spending money and making sure those he cares about are safe and comfortable.
Harley spends the summer before his freshman year of high school with Tony. Tony finds a used classic car and they spend the summer rebuilding it and upgrading the engine to run clean.
Tony finds Spider-Man and finds out he’s a year older than Harley. Tony panics because here’s another kid genius but this one's in way over his head and will stay in over his head regardless of if he has support or proper equipment. Tony decides that no one else is gonna help this kid and give him as much protection as he could if he built him a suit, so he does just that.
Tony finds out about Midtown through Peter and approaches Mrs. Keener with an opportunity for Harley. (It's a genius school and it's practically a feeder to MIT, it'll be great.) Harley moves into the tower that Tony has kept here because he has reason to stay in the city.
Tony is a lot better at dealing with a kid because he's been hanging out with Harley so long, so he invites Peter over to meet Harley and have lab time. 
Harley just quips “so you’re my replacement?” to Peter and Peter immediately panicking and stuttering over himself while Harley howls with laughter.
Harley helps Peter learn to be more comfortable around Tony by roasting Tony for twenty straight minutes and after a month of lab days enlists Peter's help in making a program for FRIDAY to blast Barbie Girl when Tony has spent 24 hours or more in the lab.
Peter asks Harley to hang out with Ned outside of lab days. The three of them end up building a LEGO Deathstar and have drawn up the plans to be able to make it hover the next lab day.
Peter and Harley become thick as thieves and get to the point of that weird twin telepathy especially when it comes to being sassy.
One school break the three of them didn't go outside for the first four days, just spending most of the time in the lab so Pepper comes in and orders them to go outside for once my god Tony. Take them to your favorite burger place, I don't care, just be outside.
This leads to the three of them getting Pap'd. ("Yeah, I was out to lunch with my two interns, what's the matter with that?" is the quote above a picture of him laughing as the two boys pretend their straw wrappers are mustaches.)
This leads Tony to realize that he hadn't actually gotten the boys registered as his interns and remedies this immediately. (with backpay into a trust for each of them(Harley already gets an allowance, Tony has no idea how much is the proper amount to give to a 14 year old, and so usually gives him a few of whatever bills are in his wallet.))
Tony decides that now that they're officially employees of SI, that means they get to check out the place and so brings them down to R&D where everybody is immediately charmed by Peter and amused by Harley. The boys end up talking to the interns on the floor while Tony discusses the latest StarkPad.
One lab day both Harley and Peter look exhausted but Peter still showed up for lab time so they make their way there. Tony takes one look at them and asks FRIDAY to scan them, they both have fevers and he herds them into his living room.
Tony orders all the cold remedies he can think of to be brought up to the penthouse. Tony instructs the boys to pick a movie while he gathers blankets and dumps them on the boys.
Tony frantically texting Harley's mom and May asking them what he should do I've never taken care of a sick kid before, there are two of them, what do I do??
May asks Tony if Peter can stay the night because she's working a double that she can't get out of. He says yes if she can tell him what to do for sick kids because Harley's mom hasn't been able to respond.
Tony ends up joining the boys on the couch after forcing each of them to take cold medicine and thrusting a bowl of chicken noodle soup into each of their hands. Tony's in between the boys.
Over the course of WALL-E each boy begins to sag eventually trapping Tony on the couch. He's got one drooling in his shoulder and another drooling on his thigh. He asks FRIDAY to take several pictures before going back to his work on his StarkPad.
This starts Peter staying over whenever May is working night shifts. Then staying over every other weekend. Then Tony invites May and Peter to go on vacation to the lake house for a few days in the summer.
The Keener family is also present and May, Pepper and Mrs. Keener get on like a house on fire. Peter loves playing with Abbie with Harley. Three group chats are made that day. The adults in a co-parenting chat, the ladies in an exasperated with our geniuses chat and the kids in a sass and meme chat.
Just, Tony becomes a dad to two brilliant boys (and maybe one of the boy's baby sisters too depending how you want to write her).
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FrostIron in What If? Season 2 Episode 8
This is sort of a “Proof that Tony is bisexual in the MCU-based version of Tony from 1602” post.
Here Loki is an actor and Tony is, well, Leonardo da Vinci, basically. Look at the drawings in his barn.
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And we know that Leo was dating his apprentice – Salai.
Loki is saying at 20:05 that he “misplaced” Thor’s hammer.
Here, in Tony’s barn, we see something that looks like Mjölnir (7:34).
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So, how did it end up there? We’ll never know…
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