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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader

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• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap

• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?

• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits

• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.

• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in

• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes

• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you

• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”

• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."

• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you

• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk

• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.

• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound

• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten

• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages

• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"

• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.

• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.

• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”

• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective

• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"

• — "out for drinks with natasha?”

• — “like hell you are"

• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you

• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.

• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him

• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love

• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist

• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.

• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”

• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve

• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all

• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."

• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”

• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.

• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.

• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.

• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.

• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”

• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.

• though he was close enough to it <3

• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.

• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.

• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting

• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later

• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.

• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt

• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer

• not that you’re complaining

• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3

• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads

• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !

• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.

• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?

• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.

• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife

• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight

• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.

• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.

• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth

• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”

• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌

• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one

• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡

• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3

• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?

• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3

• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡

• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?

• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3

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verxn · 10 months

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Dating Tony stark would include

Him spoiling you

“Damn I don’t know what dress to pick they’re all so pretty”

“Alright you heard her ring them all up”

You don’t like when he spends his money on you

“You should really stop with the pointless purchases..”

*him around the pool with a whole bunch of pool accessories you called cute*

“It’s my money I can spend it on whatever”

you having to drag him out of the office

“I just get so sick and tired of you not eating the food I slave over the stove to cook”

he eats the food just only when it gets really late

Listening to your talk about how annoying the people in the office can get

“Candice decided it would be great to take my damn idea for herself, but she was moving too fast she didn’t even hear what we were doing next” you laugh

Peter being you guys adopted son

“Peter!!! hi sweetie”

“hello Mrs. Stark!!!”

Him getting jealous that you’re showing more love to peter and not him

“Peter don’t you have a home to go back to?”

“Tony that isn’t nice”

You having to put him in check for his attitude

“What you got your period or something you more moody than me”

Him building you a suit

“I’m not wearing that..”

You wore the suit

He was so happy

Felt like a mom sending her daughter off to prom

“Alright turn around for me again I need to send this in the avengers group chat to show them my wife is better than theirs”

Him constantly bragging about you to Steve

“Yeah y/n is so wonderful I’m so glad I can wake up next to her every morning”

“You know she got a promotion the other day I’m so proud of her”

“Tony I really don’t think that’s necessary to the meet-“

“But yeah she’s the light of my life honestly”

You meeting the avengers for the first time

“Guys this is my wife y/n”

“Hello I made cookies!”

Them telling on Tony about how he won’t shut up about you

“Really…”

“What I was just saying the truth”

Him looking at you suffer doing or taking out your hair

You get to the last few braids

“You need help?”

“Tony what help can you give me there’s only 2 braids left”

“Yeesh my bad just trying to help”

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saber-monet · 3 months

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don't worry I didn't forget about the tony girls

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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A Secret Love

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Tony Stark x Writer!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,780ish

Request: Tony Stark x writer!reader where they have been in a relationship for years but the avengers don't really notice until they see her name on a book hyphenated with his? Thank you so much!

Warnings: allusions to sex

Notes: I hope this is enjoyable! (I’m actually questioning how good this actually eyes.) Please let me know thoughts/reactions!

Tony felt like his habits were rubbing off on you. Yes, he had been in the lab for almost twenty-four hours but, as he pulled up to your apartment building at two in the morning, he could see your bedroom light still on. He sighed, shaking his head as he parked his car. He slipped on the baseball cap and sunglasses he had sitting in the passenger seat before getting out of his car.

As Tony headed up to your apartment, he was reminded yet again of why he so desperately wanted to move you to the Tower. The place had no security, the elevator was constantly breaking, and he was pretty sure the neighbor across from you was a serial killer. He had tried and tried to convince you to move, even to just a nicer apartment with security if not the Tower, but you refused. He would have let it go a lot sooner if you weren’t his secret wife.

You were an author, almost ready to officially release your very first book. The two of you had met at one of his parties over a year ago. You had been dragged along by Natasha, having met her in a club a few months prior. Tony had immediately taken interest in you while you, knowing his reputation, had been wearier of him. If Tony was one thing though, he was persistent especially when he absolutely wanted something. And he wanted you more than anything he had ever wanted before.

Once you agreed to the first date, things quickly took off from there. Your relationship grew at a fast pace, though no one knew any better. You had expressed early on in your relationship that you wanted to keep it a secret until your first book was out. You wanted to do the work yourself to get it out without having people believe that Tony helped with any part of it. Tony was surprisingly understanding, really only caring if he could still be with you.

You hung out with Tony and the Team often at the Tower. Tony and you snuck kisses and other small touches here and there and were extremely careful to not get caught. You had quickly learned that, even for a group of spies and superheroes, none of them could truly keep a secret, especially from each other.

It was about two months ago when your and Tony’s relationship really shifted. He had gotten back from a mission that really shook him up and all he wanted to do was see you. So beaten, bruised, bloody, and still in his suit, Tony stumbled into your apartment. He quickly pulled you into him, kissed you with a passion you had never experienced before, and told you to marry him. You quickly responded with a yes and the two of you were secretly married at City Hall later that day.

Tony was never known as a truly patient man. He was trying for you, but he was counting down the days until your book was officially out to the public and you could move into the Tower. Opening the door to your apartment with the copy of the key he had, he quickly slipped in and took off his hat and glasses as he closed the door behind him. Tony followed the faint light emanating from your bedroom to find you hunched over at your desk, working on your laptop.

“Honey,” his voice was full of love yet was in a reprimanding tone. He came over and placed his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage out the knots. “You should be asleep.”

“In a minute,” you mumbled, focusing on the screen. “This has to be done and submitted before seven am. I can’t miss this deadline or my book will be pushed back two more weeks and I can’t have that because my lease will then be up and I can’t move into the Tower until the book is released and—“

“Okay, okay, slow down, honey. You’re starting to panic. If you don’t make this deadline, that’s okay. We will handle this. You moving into the Tower before the book comes out won’t do you any harm.”

“You don’t know that! It could ruin the entire release plan and then my publisher will throw a fit! And then I will probably be blacklisted and no one will ever want to publish another one of my books ever again and—“

“Honey, honey,” Tony turned your chair around and squatted down so that he could force you to look at him if you tried to hide your eyes from him. “You’re spiraling. You’re tired and overwhelmed. You need to sleep.”

You shook your head. “I need to finish it.”

“No. I’m using the husband card since I am unable to as often as I would like. You are going to bed.”

“But—“

“No. You are going to bed, even for just a few hours. It will help.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Let’s go.”

Tony was grateful that you let him pull you from your chair and guide you to your bed. He threw the covers back before you slipped in, allowing him to then tuck you in. Quickly, Tony turned off the lights and crawled into bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest only to realize that you had already fallen asleep. He smiled softly to himself before kissing the side of your head and falling asleep himself.

~~~

You would never verbally admit this, but Tony had been right. You had needed sleep. When you woke up four hours later, your mind felt a lot better than it had when Tony found you. Glancing at the clock, you figured out that you had about an hour before your deadline and felt the need to get back to work. You eased yourself out of Tony’s arms, to not wake him, and tip-toed over to your desk.

Before you knew it, you finished what you needed to on your book and submitted it. You glanced at the clock to see that you had ten minutes left to spare. Smiling triumphantly you leaned back in your chair before turning it to face Tony. Your head feel against your shoulder as you watched him sleep. Your husband rarely ever got a good night’s rest, especially one that allowed him to look as peaceful as this.

Eventually, you pushed yourself off the chair and crawled back in beside Tony. You wrapped your arms around him and pushed one of your legs between his, trying to be as close to him as possible. Tony’s body moved closer to you in response. He let out a hum as his head found its way to bury in your neck. You giggled slightly, kissing his head.

“Morning,” Tony mumbled against you, arms wrapping around you.

“Morning, sweetheart,” you replied, one of your hands coming up to comb through his hair.

“How long have you been up?”

“Only about an hour. Finished what I needed to.”

Tony looked up with a proud glee in his eyes. “I knew you would.” He pecked your lips lightly. “Should we celebrate?” A mischievous glimmer filled his eyes with a matching smirk to go with it. “I know a way that usually gets a pretty great reaction out of you.”

One of Tony’s hands began trailing down your side to the band of your leggings. You licked your lips as you began to feel the need between your legs.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Show me how proud you are of me.”

“It would be my genuine pleasure.”

~~~

“Hey Y/N!” Steve greeted you when he saw you exit the elevator. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be busy with your book coming out.”

“Oh, I am,” you responded. “Press starts in the morning. I just came by to talk to Tony real quick.”

“He’s up in the lab.” You turned to head toward the staircase that would lead to the lab on the next level. “Hey Y/N,” Steve called to stop you.

“Yeah?” You turned back to face him.

“I know it’s really none of my business. But have you and Tony ever considered a relationship? You are really good for him. He’s changed—for the better—since meeting you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, trying not to laugh, “I’ve thought about it. I just have wanted to get my book out first.”

“Makes sense,” Steve nodded. “Sorry if I pushed too much.”

“You didn’t, Steve. Don’t worry.”

You left Steve and headed to the lab. You were thankful to find Tony in there all by himself. He was hunched over his workbench, fixing something on his suit. You came up from behind him, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed below his ear.

“Hey there, hubby,” you teased in his ear.

Tony smiled, dropping the supplies in his hands. “Hey, wifey,” he replied.

He cranked his head to be able to kiss you on your lips. As you kissed, you loosened the arms you had around him, allowing him to turn to face you.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked when the two of you finally separated. “Are you ready for the press tour?”

“I think so,” you responded.

“Are you ready for the world to finally know about us?”

You nodded. “It will be an adjustment for sure. But yes. We shouldn’t hide this any longer. The Team isn’t going to be happy that we’ve kept this from them for so long.”

“They’ll get over it.” He kissed you sweetly again. “I’m going to be by your side the entire tour. I’ve already worked it out with Pepper.”

“Does she know about us?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But it’s Pep, so probably.”

“Right,” you gave a firm nod. “Are you staying and my place tonight? I need help packing and then—“

A loud siren interrupted you, paired with red alarm lights. Tony quickly let you go, heading for one of his suits on the wall as Steve and Natasha came rushing in.

“There’s an attack in Europe!” Steve exclaimed.

“Of course, there is,” Tony muttered.

“Clint’s prepping the quinjet,” Natasha stated. “Everyone else is getting their things together.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your emotions together. You always struggled with Tony going away on missions, but today was different. Right now was big time for you. You wanted Tony—your husband—by your side. But of course, neither of you could choose when the bad guys would attack.

“Sorry for interrupting your visit, Y/N,” Steve apologized, “but we need all hands on deck for this one.”

You forced out a brief smile. “It’s no problem,” you replied. “The world needs their heroes.”

Steve nodded, still looking sorry before his eyes moved to Tony. “We’ll meet you down at the jet.” He and Natasha quickly rushed out.

You sighed, shoulders shagging as your head hung. Tony hated how he had no control over leaving you. It was doing it for you—keeping the world safe—even though he knew that it would hurt you. He came back over to you before entering his open suit. His hands rested on your arms, thumbs rubbing against you.

“I promise that I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, sorrow in his voice.

“Just… stay safe. Please,” you begged, meeting his gaze. “I can handle the tour. I just can’t handle you not coming back.”

“I will always come back as long as I have you to come back to.” He leaned in and kissed you lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

“So, Y/N,” the female news anchor started, “your first book is just about to release digitally in the next few moments, with it to release physically next month. Are you ready?”

You took a deep breath. That question was more of a loaded question than the anchor even knew. Where you ready to reveal the truth about your relationship? To be more than just a new author, but to be Tony Stark’s wife?

“Yes,” you finally responded with a smile. "Yes, I am.”

“Let’s do it then,” the anchor responded.

The cover of your book appeared on the screens around you. It hadn’t been revealed yet, to keep your relationship a secret, but now there it was. It was staring back at you, the cover with your name at the bottom: Y/N L/N-STARK.

“Stark?” The news anchor read aloud. Her brows furrowed as she looked at you for an answer.

“I guess it’s better late than never,” you smiled, knowingly.

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The news traveled fast. Your interviews were now more focused on your relationship with Tony and how the two of you were able to keep it a secret for so long, and less on your book. You weren’t too mad though. Turns out, you really enjoy talking about your relationship, especially after not being able to.

The Team were the ones kept out of the loop. Multiple things went wrong on the mission, causing them to not have access to anything that could break the news about your and Tony’s relationship to them. They were gone, without a word, for two weeks. This caused you, unfortunately, to have to do the entire press tour yourself. You knew that Tony would quickly make it up to you though, knowing that you had wanted him there.

Happy and a few other Stark assistants helped you move your items into the Tower while the Team was still gone. This allowed you to change some things around in your new shared room before Tony came home and tried to pick a fight with you about the changes.

“Does it seem like there’s more press outside the Tower than normal?” Bucky asked, looking out the window as Clint went to land the quinjet on the Tower’s platform.

“It does,” Steve responded, noticing it as well.

Tony couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. He knew what the press was doing out there and that meant that you were in the Tower. You were finally home and he could finally tell the world that you were his.

“What did you do Stark?” Sam asked, seeing the man’s growing smile.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Tony responded.

Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “I am too tired to put up with your antics today,” she said.

“Oh, I think you’ll like this one.”

The quinjet landed and Tony was the first one to saunter out. He immediately went searching for you. The Team followed him, curious as to what was going on. They ended up in the main common area, where you had piles of your book on the large dining. You were sitting at the table, signing books. Your head snapped up when you heard people coming.

“Tony!” You squealed. You hopped up, rushed around the table, and launched yourself at him.

Tony chuckled, catching you easily as he stumbled back slightly. “Hey, honey.”

You brought Tony in for a long-awaited kiss, not caring who else was in the room.

“I knew it!” Clint exclaimed.

“Huh, guys,” Steve caught the group's attention, holding up a copy of your book. “Did we sleep through the wedding?”

Natasha quickly ripped the book from Steve’s hand. “What the hell?” She questioned.

You and Tony had finally stopped kissing and were standing together, holding each other close as you watched your friend's reactions. They all turned to face you, varying degrees of emotions in their eyes.

“I guess we should officially tell you that—“

“Y/N and I have been married for a little over four months now,” Tony quickly cut you off. “And we will be answering questions tomorrow or you can feel free to watch the interviews that I’m sure she has out there already answering questions.”

“But—“ Steve tried.

“Nope,” Tony shook his head. “I’ve been away from my wife for too long and need some time alone with her.”

“Sorry,” you smiled at the Team. “I’ll make sure to answer your questions in the morning.” Tony began ushering you to the elevator.

“You better!” Natasha shouted after you both. “I am owed! I introduced the two of you!”

“FRIDAY, please lock down our floor as soon as we’re there,” Tony said. “We don’t need Red storming after us.”

You laughed. “I’m sure she’ll get in if she wanted to,” you told him with a pat on his chest.

His eyes drew dark with lust as he pulled you closer to him. “Well, then I guess we should be sure to give her a show.”

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underoostarks · 10 months

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Still Blue

Summary: It's been a year.

Warning: fluff, angst

Word Count: ##

Note: I've got two unfinished requests sitting in my drafts for so long but still don't have the motivation to finish it. Sorry :(

Inspired by the Rookie S4 E01. I don't watch it but I saw a scene in Tiktok and thought it'll be cute.

You entered your office, slumping on the couch, stomach flat, Tony had forced you to buy before when you're just starting to work at the Stark Industries. You sighed out of relief, taking a mental note to thank your wonderful husband again, the couch is a blessing as your bum is already tired seating all day on those meetings you attended.

Not minutes after relaxing in your position, you heard a knock which made you stand up and say come in to the person in the other side of the room.

"Mommy!!" Your daughter, Morgan, exclaimed as Happy opened the door while his other hand is holding Morgan.

Morgan quickly takes her hand from Happy as she excitedly run to you, full of energy. You bend down to hug her and kiss her cheeks multiple times which made her giggle. That sound alone vanishes your tiredness from the exhausting day you had.

"Hurry, mommy! I had something to show you and Daddy!" She yell excitedly once she broke the hug.

"Happy, have the car ready, I'll just get my things and we're good to go," You instructs, guiding Morgan to Happy once again. "Because someone here is a little excited to see his daddy." You continue, bopping you daughter's nose.

"Copy, we'll now head downstairs." Happy replies and you mutter a thank you before walking to your desk, tidying the papers and getting your bag, make sure you didn't forget anything.

After you arrived home, Tony's at the door greeting his girls, you and Morgan, as well as Happy. But before you could reply, Morgan already got his daddy wrapped around her finger, settling the both of them to the living room to play and chitchat while you went straight to the kitchen to prepare your dinner. Happy went upstairs, carrying Morgan's trolley bag to put it in your daughter's room.

Before you could start, Tony must have noticed as he shouted from the sala.

"I've got the dinner going already, honey." He states. "I asked FRIDAY, with Dum-E and U, for assistance to cook the chicken, we also got the side dishes covered so just relax."

You couldn't help but tear up at your thoughtful husband. Maybe because you had an exhausting day but seeing him like this, happy playing and listening to Morgan's stories and got the dinner ready to help you relax, you couldn't ask for a better husband because you already got the best.

As Happy went downstairs, you have offered him to have dinner in your home but he politely declined, stating that he and Pepper had already plans for their dinner, which you just smile and guide him to the door.

"Thank you, Happy. Have a nice ride."

After dinner, you put all the dishes in the sink, leaving FRIDAY to work on it. You sat in the couch beside your husband as Morgan tells her day in the school to the both of you. You and Tony couldn't help but chuckle as Morgan even acted some of the scenes as she's in front of the coffee table, exaggerated words and the tone of her voice is too cute to not react.

After some time, as you sense that Morgan is getting tired from her scheme, you had her take a bath and to call it a night. You left your husband in the living room as you went upstairs with Morgan to help her.

Once Morgan took a bath and you settle her in her own bedroom, you went to kiss her forehead and wished her a goodnight and sweet dreams.

"Mommy, I have a question." She starts, you hum as a response for her to continue with a smile on your face, wondering what's going on inside her tiny very curious head just like her dad.

"Why is daddy still blue?" That made your smile go away for a second before you force yourself to put one again.

"It's already past your bedtime," You changed the topic. "and don't think that you'll get away for sneaking a juice pops with your daddy earlier." You kiss her cheek and forehead one more time before leaving her to her room.

You let out a sigh as you close the door behind your back. It's not the first time Morgan had asked you about that but it's been getting often these past few weeks and you don't think that changing the topic would help you next time.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You flinch as Tony made an appearance to the hall.

"My lovely wife." He greets, but as soon as he sees your reaction, worry starts to conquer his face.

It's been minutes since you and Tony settled in the living room, you remain silent while Tony tries to talk to you, asking what's wrong. Yet, you give him no answer.

It's hard. It really is. What Morgan had asked earlier gave you a cold hard reality check. Suddenly, it's like you're back to square one. You're back to day one, feelings are overwhelming your system. You play pretend so much to the point you'd forgotten how your daughter needs to know the truth— which she might have already known about it she's just waiting for you to actually say it, something that you're not so sure if you have the courage and energy to say it to her because even yourself, doesn't want to believe the sad reality you're living in.

"Honey, please talk to me. You know how I worry about you going completely silent around me." Tony's voice snapped you from your train of thoughts. You couldn't get yourself to his holographic figure right now so you looked away.

"Darling, look at me, tell me what's wrong."

"Morgan asked me why you're still blue." And that made Tony halt.

You both went into complete silence. Unspoken thoughts echoed through the room. Both of you can't say anything because both of you can't do anything about it.

"Is there anything that I could do to you?" He broke the silence, voice filled with hope that maybe he could make it up— the hardest yet also the easiest decision he did before.

You shake your head—no. Because there's nothing that he could do right now to ease you.

"At least tell me, do you.. need anything?" His voice is almost cracking up, and you didn't even knew how could a holographic figure of his could do that. Could make you feel so much emotion, could make you feel like he is really there. With you.

"The 365 days back."

"You know I can't do that honey." He replies, so gloomy and filled with remorse. You could ask for anything in the world and he can make it happen.

Gosh, if he had given the chance to move the heavens and the mountains for you and Morgan, he would literally do that. And it's breaking his heart that the only thing you ever ask for is the one thing that can't do.

"I know." You reply as a tear went down your cheek, giving him a nod to completely show how much you understood him. Because you really do, you knew your husband well enough to know that he didn't want to do it either. It's just that his need to protect and give his family a better place to live is much stronger than anything in this world that he would gladly do it even if it meant it'll cost him his life. Which what happened a year ago.

And you didn't know if you're starting to slip away from reality again and slowly imagining things but you swore you could almost feel his arms around you, giving you the comfort you needed the most and whispering 'I love you'.

"I know."

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Heyyy, can I request honeymoon sex with tony stark and fem!reader?

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2530 words

Outline: Just two hours after getting married Tony flies you off to an exotic paradise.

Author's Note: Thank you nonnie for this ask! It was super fun to imagine this and kind of let the story take me where it needed to go! Combined this with another request here. The destination can be any of your choosing!

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, swearing, penetrative vaginal sex, anal fingering, finger fucking, comeshot, comeplay, roughhousing, oral sex (m receiving), hotel sex, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names (princess, honey, baby) . If I forgot to tag anything major, please let me know!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Miss Stark? Mind if we take off?” Tony asks a known smirk worn on his face as he extended his arm to you. “I got more plans for us.”

“More plans than our wedding night?” You quizzically raise your eyebrows. “Wonder what this is all about.”

“Well, stick around long enough to find out.” You take his hand in yours and you watch as his hand transforms with the help of nanotech into an iron suit.

“Tony!” You yell as he wraps his now armored arms around you and hold you close ascending to the sky.

“To our honeymoon!” You would have been laughing, if you weren’t still wearing your very long wedding dress and no heels as you had just taken off your shoes, the minute you walked inside your shared bedroom. You had a very nice jet planned for the pair of you to help you travel to the island of your destination but of course, your now husband had other plans.

You close your eyes as the impact of the flight makes you jittery but thankfully when you open them, secure on your feet, you watch the inside of a jet.

“Couldn’t risk it too much.” Tony chuckles as his face is revealed to you. “We got about five hours till landing.”

“Good. How about a shower and maybe me wearing something comfortable?”

“And making me miss the chance of taking this beautiful dress off of you?”

“You literally took it off one hour before the wedding, I am still surprised we even made it on time.”

“Well, you see, the point is to be very thorough and well intended with your actions, hitting the right targeted at the right times.”

“Shut up, you only wanted it on your conscience to know I walked down the aisle with my dad by my side and your cum down my thighs.”

Tony nods his head slowly. “I mean, you are not wrong.”

You roll your eyes but before you can even finish that, Tony crushes his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. Is very desperate for a man who somehow did manage to leave you alone all through the wedding party. That was a surprise. You moan into his mouth as he lets his lips hang off you staring down at you, his suit dissolving piece by piece. “I need you.”

With one quick move, he wraps his arms around your back and fiddles with the zipper of your dress pushing all the way down and cupping your ass cheeks to lift you up. He growls against your ear once he realizes you are still not wearing any panties and he curses himself for not fingering on the dinner.

“Aren’t you a little slut?” He chuckles, his lips returning harshly against yours. All you do is place your hands around his neck pulling him closer. He looked very sexy in his three-piece suit but you knew he would look even better with it off.

“You want my cock so bad you gotta make sure your pussy is open for business all day long, huh?” His breath is hot and his words make you feel filthy with how true they are.

“Only when I want daddy to make me a momma.” You breathe out wiggling your body and the feral growl that leaves his mouth is enough to let you know how this honeymoon trip will go. His teeth bite down onto your neck as his one hand goes to his pants, quickly unzipping himself. He is hard, he might have been hard all through the party you think, maybe that’s why you only stayed there for one hour. Then one finger comes to your pussy, moving up and down as you desperately move your body trying to wriggle it in. Your back is secure on the wall as Tony teases you with his fingers.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard and deep, you won’t leave this place without a baby inside of you.”

With a sudden move, he pushes the tip of his cock inside your velvet walls and wraps his hands on your hips, starting from a slow pace to a fast one. He uses your body for his pleasure watching you try to keep your legs around his waist, the impact of his thrusts causing your body to squirm. There is a symphony of moans, the slapping of skins, as Tony is fucking you in your wedding dress.

“Please, Tony, cum inside me!” You moan, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. “I ain’t going nowhere,” Tony responds and with three more harsh thrusts, he halts his movements as he fills himself spilling his seed inside you. His orgasm triggers yours, as your always milk his cock so good and your head hits the wall.

“Your dress is very beautiful.” He whispers, love shining bright in his dark eyes. “Too bad is now defiled.”

“Is not like we fucked on it.”

“Oh, god, don’t give me ideas.”

With another quick move, using both of his hands he rips off your wedding dress and throws it on the nearby leather couch. Followed by you. Now you were only wearing your white lacey bralette and the markings on your thighs from the deep fucking before the wedding.

“Gorgeous.”

You chuckle as you try to sit up straight, only to have him push your body down.

“Tony…” You try to speak up but he shuts you off again pressing his lips against yours. “Get on your knees for me, baby, I need to hit it deep.” He whispers against your ear once his lips leave yours, pulling backward to start undressing. You take a moment to yourself to watch him get undressed, admiring his figure, the scar on his chest, and of course, that beautiful tattoo you had designed right on the left side of his pelvis.

Then you turn around positioning yourself, hoping you won’t slip off the couch with the dress in tow. The next thing you feel is Tony spitting right at your asshole before using his finger to spread it out.

“Hey!” You try to turn around.

“Shhh, this one needs filling too.”

“Just a finger, baby, don’t worry.”

You sigh as he begins to rub it with his finger, quickly followed by his cock entering your pussy from the back. The tension from the feeling on both of your holes makes you groan so loud, that you are hoping robots and humans are flying this jet.

“Damn, you’re tight for a woman who has been fucked three times already today.” Tony says sarcastically as he pushes his finger deeper inside you. You try to protest but you can’t because you are moaning his name again. Inch by inch, slowly he pushes his cock inside you.

“You are taking my finger so well, maybe next time I should bring a friend.” You feel your body jolt at the thought and that’s when he grips your waist and starts moving you on his cock.

“Now do it for me, baby, show me how you work for daddy.”

You back up your hips to him, trying to fucking yourself on his cock as the stretching from his finger leaves you a moaning mess. Doesn’t let you do this for a long time before he is taking control and thrusting inside you, nice and deep, just how you like it.

The sound of slapping skins fills the room, your combined moans matching one another so well. Tony spits on your hole again and continues fucking your ass at the same pace he is fucking your pussy with his cock. He is big and girthy and yet every time he fucks you it only feels as if he’s getting bigger.

“You’re gonna take my cum like the good little slut you are and let daddy breed your pretty cunt?”

Obscenities like these always drove you wild and as if Tony knew exactly when to say them to make sure you would be too much of a mess to respond.

“I will only be shoving my cock and my fingers deeper inside you until you beg me to stop, princess.”

You gasp as you try to open your mouth to reply but only a loud moan comes out as Tony begins to scissor his finger.

“Can hardly take me, what a joke of a slut you are, princess.”

“No, daddy, please!” You try to plead as he shoves your face to the couch, stretching one leg over your body as he begins to fuck you deeper and faster.

“Take it. Gotta make sure I can fuck a baby into you.”

With a couple more thrusts, and his other hand palming your pussy, Tony is cumming inside you again. He stays on top of you long enough to make sure that most of his seed will go inside your cunt and once he is satisfied, he drowns your body in soft kisses.

Then he is helping you off to the bath, taking good care of you and lathering your body, washing all of your tiredness of the day off. After helping you dry yourself, he is wrapping you in a silk robe and places you on the couch, on the security of his lap. One nap later and you have arrived at your destination. You ask him if you should bother with wearing clothes but he assures you is late at night and nobody will be waiting for you. He carries you in his arms and you shut your eyes when you hear him thank the pilot and his assistant. Not the first people you have heard you orgasm in such a confined space. Happy had to keep driving all the other times.

The resort is plainly beautiful. Your private exclusive villa is surrounded by sea, with a million little lamps on the side of the wooden ramp. Upon closer inspection, you realize the villa perches on an elevated plateau that hovers atop giant limestone cliffs. The stunning infinity pool is perched near the cliff's edge, offering a captivating view of the water below. The pure intensity of the scenery overwhelms even though is dark at night.

Tony passes you through the door and you watch the beautiful honeymoon decorations of the place as well as the tv playing a congratulatory message on the screen for you two. There are tears in your eyes, never in a million years would you have thought you could be this happy, in a place like this, with a man like him.

The rest of the night goes smoothly, a couple of newlywed pictures, a beautiful dinner that was awaiting you in the dining room, and a couple of promises of eternal love forevermore, you were back on the bed after another rather rigorous erotic session, asleep wrapped in his arms.

Several more hours pass and you woke up to the sounds of the waves of the ocean and a sunbeam shining down on the wooden floor. You take a moment to admire the golden ring on your finger buried on Tony’s chest and you watch him as he twitches in his sleep. This makes you laugh a little and before you can move Tony has you pinned down, his cock still inside you from last night.

“Good morning.” He whispers kissing your neck hungrily. “Daddy’s hungry.”

“You were literally sleeping.”

“No, I was on patrol, waiting for you to wake up.”

You can only roll your eyes as he slowly rocks his hips working himself to get hard again.

“Remember what I promised you?”

“Not to leave this resort until I get pregnant and by the looks of it, you are enjoying yourself very much succeeding on that goal. “

“Oh, I am sure you are enjoying yourself as well.”

“If only you’d let me suck your cock once in a while.”

Tony tilts his head and smirks mischievously.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

With another sudden move, Tony now hard, slips out of you and manhandles you to shove his cock inside your mouth. Obediently you wrap your lips around his tip, hallowing out your cheeks as finally, the familiarity of cock sucking overcomes you. Tony lets you take your time, feeling his cock in your mouth, covering it in your saliva, and licking it tenderly using your hands on his balls.

“That’s enough, princess.”

He warns you and takes his cock out of your mouth slowly, holding up your chin as he is looking at you.

“Good girl.” He taps your mouth and then gently pushes your body to the mattress and lines up his now very wet cock to your entrance.

“Wonderful job, right there, honey.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Tony goes back to his previous slow sensual rhythm, moving his hips against your body while your hands wrap around his arms.

“The view is beautiful.”

He is looking outside the floor-length windows and as you turn your head to gaze at what he was looking at, he begins a vigorous fast pace, thrusting you hard and deep. The scene leaves you in shambles, your body too tired and too weak to protest as his hands are gripping your waist tight, seemingly lifting you up from the mattress. He is using you as his own personal fuckdoll, shoving his cock deeper and deeper inside you. The series of moans that escapes your mouth as you are getting fucked like this in midair fills the room. Tony looks absolutely determined.

“Is coming, are you ready for the money shot?”

Tony grunts between thrusts, watching you as you are too fucked to speak and his brutality doesn’t allow you room for nodding.

“Fucking hell!”

With a loud growl, he is spilling inside you, quick thrusts followed by slow lazy ones, your hands trying to desperately hold on to the pillow as you are orgasming as well. Then you watch him as he slips out of you, looking at your pussy, seemingly happy with himself.

“You did so well for me, darling.”

He is placing you softly on the mattress but then grips your hips and raises your legs up, lifting your body. Morning gymnastics it would seem.

“I need you to stay like this. Helps with the seed staying inside you.”

You try to chuckle but instead you grin widely, looking at the man you chose and pure determination evident and clear on his face.

“Just for five minutes.”

“Oh, I could stay forever like this if you’d need me to.”

“We are not leaving this place until you get filled with my baby.”

“Oh don’t worry, mister Stark, I am not going anywhere, I assure you.”

“Good, good.”

“I think you should be filling me every hour just to make sure you know?”

“Oh, miss Stark, you are always full of bright ideas.”

“But so deprived of your cock…”

“Now how about I fuck your pretty little cunt while you are looking at the beautiful view of the sea that you so much love and adore?”

“Oh my, mister Stark, you truly know how to spoil me…”

“And you haven’t really seen anything yet.”

Oh, you haven’t indeed.

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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Hey! I read your Mrs. Strange fic (which was amazing) and was wondering if you could write one for Tony? Where the reader and Tony are getting married and hes absolutely obsessed with y/n. Love your writing!

Hey, love! First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my silly writing! <3 And of course I can write something for Tony. He is actually pretty front and center on my list of characters :3

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"ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." | ᴛ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

GIF not mine!

Tony Stark x Navy Pilot!Reader

summary: It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along.

word count: 2k

warnings: nothing really, this is just pure and wholesome fluff, some loving bickering, mentioning of pregnancy because I can't help myself, this man deserves anything and everything, not entirely proofread

author's note: This will be a short one, I hope no one is mad about this. I just want to get back into writing, and I think that's the best way to achieve it :3 I still hope you like what I came up with even though I'm not too pleased with it :x Btw: We are ignoring the Coulson-thing. I wanted to have him here, so we have Coulson here. Deal with it.

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Smiling, YN watched the guests as they enjoyed themselves in the lavishly decorated venue and took a deep inhale of the flower-scented air wafting around her and everyone else. Tony had been adamant in his endeavors of turning every single fantasy and image fragment floating through her head into reality, so everywhere they had gone today, she had been surrounded by the prettiest of flowers and plants—from their apartment in the compound where she had gotten ready with her bridesmaids and hired stylists, to the grand venue they had held their wedding ceremony in and now celebrated the day. A church wasn't even a fleeting thought because neither YN nor Tony believed in a higher being, despite the many impossible situations they had faced and overcome in the past many years. She actually didn't want to think about the many near-death experiences they both had walked past, nor felt YN the need to think about the expenses made for today's arrangement.

They had enough money, yes, but that had never meant for her to spend it as heavily and indulgently as Tony loved to do.

The thought of her newly turned husband dancing through her mind made the commander smile as brightly as the sun outside. With the same smile resting unmoving on her lips, YN started to thank each and every one she saw for coming and wished them a pleasant afternoon while simultaneously heading toward the perfectly stocked bar. Ever since the beautiful ceremony, which had not only moved her to tears but also a certain man who was still in his denying phase, the woman had felt the dryness in her mouth increasing every passing moment, urging her to tend to her needs which had gotten worse rather quickly over the last few weeks.

She would be lying if she said it didn't scare the living daylights out of her.

"Anything non-alcoholic and a glass of water, Frankie, please," YN asked one of the many bartenders Tony had personally handpicked through hours of going through every single resume the wedding planner had to send straight to him. Both women still didn't understand the meaning of it all, but YN soon had stopped questioning her husband's strange behavior towards everything related to the wedding. Softly shaking her head, the bride mumbled a small Thanks and grabbed for the water to at least inhale half of it before she dried out on the spot. It was strange what her body was willing to do and which changes it went through in order to create a welcoming environment for something she had never considered possible for herself.

"Mrs. Stark! Mrs Stark!"

The all too well-known excited voice of non-other than Peter Parker ripped her mind from its spiraling nature when it came to that topic and back into reality where the brunet young man arrived at her spot at the bar, a bright grin on his handsome features and shining eyes—just as usual. Other than Tony, YN never had hesitated to show him affection in any way possible, considering Peter as something close to a son, and she believed he was thankful for that, even though the woman knew that his aunt was perfectly capable of handling those things herself. But gladly, May and she agreed a long time ago that Peter could use more of that loving environment, so YN had made it her duty to do exactly that.

Smiling, the bride softly brushed over his shoulders in order to straighten the black suit he wore—handpicked by Tony, of course—and straightened the tie around his neck. "Is everything alright?" Being part of the superhero business for longer than YN would like to admit, one could never know, especially not when one married Iron Man himself. But Peter only grinned and nodded too fast for her eyes and dizzy head. "Yeah, totally! Mr. Stark sent me here to remind you to drink and stay hydrated, but you obviously already did that, so here are some snacks I brought from the buffet and which are really, really good, oh, and I also found some chocolate at the dessert table, and—..." Softly laughing, YN stopped the flood of words escaping his mouth by taking the plate filled with an assortment of deliciously looking canapés from his hands and gently patting his cheek. "Thank you, Peter. That's incredibly kind and attentive, but you should go and look for MJ. I think I saw her at one of the balconies."

And with that, YN pushed the shy-turning boy in the right direction and nudged him forward. She was nothing but a matchmaker—at least, she tried her best.

But the moment of quietness didn't stay long because suddenly, someone came up to her and cleared their throat to earn her attention. With a canapé in hand, YN turned and smiled widely at the familiar sight of Phil Coulson, but without his accompanying ID dangling at his suit jacket. "Phil! I'm so glad you could make it." Indeed, she was because, during all her time working with SHIELD and even during the aftermath of what had happened in D.C., Phil Coulson had become a somewhat friend to her, which Tony always had disliked, of course. The agent smiled at her and clumsily patted her lace-covered shoulder. "I couldn't miss this, Commander Stark."

A grin tucked at the corner of her mouth at the sound of her title combined with her newly acquired last name, and maybe YN had to admit that it sounded much better than she ever could've imagined. And as if he knew her thoughts, the man of the hour walked over to them and let his arm slowly sneak around her waist to pull her into his warm, inviting side. A loving, lingering kiss to her cheek followed before Tony shook hands with Coulson. "What do you think, Phil?"—YN couldn't help it and rolled her eyes—"The name fits her perfectly, doesn't it?" One of her hands immediately rose to hit Tony against his chest while her husband only laughed, and Coulson slowly shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "I will leave you two to discuss the matter. Tony, Commander. Congratulations."

As soon as her favorite agent had left them to themselves, YN started to chew on the snacks and cocked a brow at Tony. He, on the other hand, only was able to stare down at her, that one particular smile specially reserved for her very person spreading over his handsome features. His arm tightened its hold around her waist while his other hand started to brush over her arm upward, reaching her shoulder and continuing to her neck, so his thumb could caress her cheek. "But, tell me, wife." The man paused for a moment to grin at YN's chuckle. "Do you still think the change of names was such a disaster?" Cocking her head from one side to the other, YN observed Tony's face before shrugging. "I mean, I don't know yet. Barely anyone has called me by it so far. Maybe you should give it a try, and maybe I could be convinced to start thinking it's not too bad after all," she teased him and giggled at the feeling of his lips pressing kisses to hers. He only stopped to whisper soft versions of "Mrs. Stark" against them, grinning victoriously at the sound of her pleased humming and into the kiss she gave him in return. "Watch out, or you might have to call me Mrs. Stark for the rest of our lives."

Now it was Tony's turn to grin his cheeky, teasing grin and nudged YN's chin up, so he could look her directly into her eyes. "I told you it would suit you, Mrs. Stark. And think of the non-existing trouble we'll have when we start thinking about names. We won't have to find one that suits them both." Almost immediately, she could feel the tears—happy ones—welling up in her eyes, and taking a deep breath, YN leaned her cheek into the warm, comforting palm of his hand. She still couldn't believe how her life had turned for the better, and now, they would have everything they ever wanted, everything they had ever talked about when lying in their dark bedroom, watching the slow sunrise through the grand windows when sleep just wouldn't take hold of them. "And," Tony continued with a soft smile as soon as he saw the tears trying to spill out of his wife's eyes, "She needs the Stark name. We can't have her inherit every single penny without wearing the name that's printed on everything she'll own. Imagine the troubles and unnecessary stress she would have to face in that case because she would need to change every single goddamn letterhead. I don't want that for her."

YN still sniffled a bit, blinking rapidly to suppress the tears from falling, and instead concentrated on the growing question mark in her mind. "She?" The woman asked in a hushed whisper, not daring to take a breath, not wanting to risk scaring Tony off. But he only nodded, barely visible, and let his hand wander to her lower abdomen, where a tiny bump had already made its presence known and which would soon be all over the press. "It's not some weird fatherly feeling, I promise. There's only that one image in my head I can't forget. It's stuck like a damned idea, keeping me up all night."

He removed his hand from the position he had learned to love ever since YN had told him her suspicion to wrap his wife in a tight embrace. "So, you want a girl?" Her question pushed him to kiss her again. "I'm sure I wouldn't mess her up too badly." Her hands on his face and neck let him take a deep breath and ground himself. "You won't mess them up, Tony. I know you won't let that happen because you are who you are. You are the best man I ever had the pleasure to meet—well, not from the beginning..." His grumbling only made her laugh. "That's the way to ruin a compliment, love," the Stark returned but let her continue. "No one is born perfect, husband. We both had to develop and grow on this path we decided to walk together, but we did, and now I can proudly say that I married the best man on earth and that he will be such a wonderful father. Because you will be a wonderful father, Tony. They won't miss a thing in their life because you'd be there to fulfill their every wish and hope, even if it meant for you burning parts of the world down."

He could feel his hands shaking as he cupped his wife's face tenderly, seeing the ring she put there only hours ago almost gleaming in the corner of his vision, and knew he finally arrived at the spot he always was meant to be. Here, with this angel of a woman, making him the happiest and proudest man on earth, and letting him feel things he never had dared to hope for. "You will kick my ass if you ever think I mess her up." YN nodded at that and Tony bent down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "And that's why I'm the luckiest man on earth." Because with her, he wouldn't repeat the mistakes his father made all those years ago.

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Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for this horrible dump of words. The idea in my head was so much better T.T The next Tony piece will hopefully be better. As usual: Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated!

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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year

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Incorrect quote

Tony: You’re right.

Y/n: That’s… That’s an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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a request where tony and his wife, reader dropping their daughter to preschool for the first time. tony and reader ain't ready to let her go and they both cry.

We’re Good Parents

Pairing: Tony Stark x wife!reader

Warning: FLUFF

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"COME ON DADDY!!" Morgan said as she pulled on your husband's hand. It was her first day of preschool today, and the only one excited was Morgan. "AH! Hold it right there munchkin," Tony said as he stopped moving, making Morgan halt with him. Both you and Tony got onto your knees so you could talk to her.

"Now sweets, I know you are so excited about preschool, but let's make sure you have everything real quick. Do you have your lunchbox?" you asked your daughter. "Yep!" she squealed as she held up her spider man lunchbox, given to her by her best friend Peter Parker.

“And what about the one stuff animal you are allowed to bring?” Tony asked giving her a questioning look. The smile on Morgan's face quickly faded as she lowered her head. “I brought more than one,” she said with a sad look. The two of you knew because her unicorn backpack was obviously too full for only snacks, coloring books, and an extra change of clothes. You took the backpack off her and unzipped it.

Inside were her three favorite stuffed animals; a bear dressed up as Captain America, given to her by Steve. A small yellow Bunny named Sunshine that Bucky gave her, and then a small brown bear given to her by her parents when she was born. “Sweetheart,” Tony said as he brushed some hair out of her face, “you can only bring one.” Morgan sighed as she took the brown bear out of her backpack and clutched it tightly. “This one please,” she spoke quietly. You took the other two out of the backpack and set them on the ground quickly as you finished zipping up her backpack. Tony took the backpack from you and put it back on his daughter.

Morgan looked up and saw that her parent's eyes were getting teary. “Daddy? Mommy? Why are you sad?” She asked, not understanding how hard this was for the two of you. Your little baby was growing up so fast and it hurt so much to see her start branching out of the nest. “Um,” you chuckled as you wiped some tears from your face. “Don't worry about it, honey. Go inside and have so much fun today, okay? We’ll be back to pick you up at 3.” You leaned down to kiss your daughter's head, your husband following suit.

“By Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Morgan shouted as you saw her light-up shoes enter the classroom. Tony and you just looked at each other before pulling into a tight hug. “She is growing up so fast,” Tony said as you felt his tears on your shoulders, with your ding the exact same as his shirt. “We knew this was coming but why is it so hard?” You quietly spoke. You let go of the embrace and intertwined your hands. “Because we are good parents, and I wouldn’t want to do this journey with anyone else,” he replied and he kissed your cheek. “I love you Stark” you responded as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Love you sweet cheeks.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Can you write a pt.2 of "and baby makes three" with them and the baby? A cute little boy, a copy of Tony ❤️

Maybe One More

Tony Stark x Wife!reader

Tony’s ready for more

Warnings: breast-feeding, implied smut, suggestive comments, fluff, dad!Tony

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And Baby Makes Three (Part 1)

A groan escaped Tony’s lips as the smell of coffee filled his senses. He heard a little giggle and then a small hand landed a surprisingly powerful slap to his cheek. “Dada!” A smile came over his face but he quickly hid it and pretended to sleep.

“Ma!” The little voice called out. “Go on baby, wake up dada.” Tony melted at the sound of your voice but kept up the charade. Two chubby hands buried in his black hair and pulled. “Ah! Ah!” He winced, lifting his head. Leo was sitting on the bench next to him, a huge smile behind his Iron Man pacifier, brown eyes twinkling with joy.

“Dada!” He screeched and dove forward, falling into his father’s open arms, snuggling into his hard chest not minding the arc reactor pushing into his plump cheek. “Good morning little man.” “Good morning to you too, my love.” A huge mug of coffee was placed by his computer as you delicately kissed his forehead. “Good morning beautiful wife.” He smirked, calloused hand reaching out to wrap around your neck and bring your face down to his for a passionate kiss.

Evidently his son didn’t like not being the center of attention because he whined loudly and as Tony looked down at him, he saw a lone tear fall from his big eyes and run down his s/c cheek. His heart clenched at the sight and hugged his little body closer, cooing, and rocking back and forth. “Oh no, don’t cry it’s ok.” You just chuckled beside him, perching yourself on the table.

“He can play you like a fiddle.” Tony gasped. “Don’t talk about my son like that. He’s perfect.” Leo gave you a little stink eye, scarily similar to his father’s. “Oh so he’s your son now?” You humoured him, delicate fingers tickling the baby’s chin to which he gave a perfect little baby giggle, squirming on your husband’s lap.

Since the moment you got those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, Tony stepped away from everything, no more missions, limited time at Stark Industries and only a few hours in the lab each week. He dedicated every waking moment to catering to your needs. He cried when you learned you were pregnant with a little boy and then once again when he held little Leonardo Alexander Stark who was born on the first day of spring.

You should’ve known that little Leo would take after Tony. He couldn’t stand to be away from his dada for long, loving to be in the lab with him as he worked (on non-dangerous projects of course), even adopting the cute head tilt Tony did when he was confused by something. It was definitely a strange family bonding moment, when you would come down to feed him, sitting on the couch by his favourite lab bench specifically put there so you could breast-feed in comfort.

Leo looked up at his dad, completely mesmerised by his smile. “I’m the one that carried him for 9 months and it’s like I don’t exist except for milk.” “Aw don’t say that, he’s just a smart little man that wants to be just like dada. Huh baby?” He gave a nonsensical babble in response, turning in his spot to reach for the novelty mug, fascinated by the dark liquid inside.

“No no. That’s for grown ups, bambino.” He yanked the cup away from him and brought it to his lips so he could finally get some caffeine in his system. Leo’s dark eyebrows scrunched and you could practically see the gears turning over in his mind as he studied the cup and its proximity to him. A chunky arm moved away from holding Tony’s shirt and stretched out, almost like he was testing his reach but he quickly pulled the limb back to his small body.

As soon as Tony put the mug back down on the metal table, Leo’s arm shot out once more and he grabbed the handle tightly, smiling victoriously behind his dummy. You giggled and gently pried the cup from his surprisingly strong grasp, his glare returning. “So what have you been working on dear?” You gestured to the computer in front of him.

A slight dusting of pink spread across his scruffy cheeks. “Nothing.” You smirked, he was quite obviously hiding something. “Well it has to be something big, you were down here all night.” You teased, leaning back on your hands. “You missed bath time and you hate missing bath time.” Tony’s brown eyes avoided your gaze, focusing instead on your son who looked like he was plotting your demise for taking his dada’s favourite drink away from him.

“I just lost track of time.” He muttered. “Dada!” Leo shouted, a chubby finger pointing at you, like he was trying to get you in trouble. “Alright my little scientist, you need your breakfast.” With a considerable fight, you pried him from Tony’s arms and slipped from the table, pulling your shirt off to throw at your husband’s head.

Settling on the very very expensive couch, Leo calmed down, happy at the prospect of getting fed. You unhook one side of your nursing bra and Leo happily spit out his dummy into your hand, immediately latching onto your nipple. As your milk began to flow, you gave a big sigh, the pressure on your breast lessening.

You ran your fingers through his dark whips hair, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony watched on in awe, like he always did, but today he was quiet. Usually, he’d make little comments about how good your tits looked, a compliment you received every day, or how beautiful you were. “Tones? What’s wrong?” He shook his head, rubbing his facial hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. “My love, talk to me.” You reached a hand out, inviting him onto the sofa with you.

“I was just thinking about something last night.” “That’s dangerous.” He gave you a stink-eye but his shoulders relaxed, the tension having been broken. You bounced slightly as he plopped down beside you, snaking a strong arm around your thick waist, the other coming to rest on your big thigh. “He’s beautiful.” He whispered, like he didn’t want you to hear. “He is exactly like you, my love.” “I want another.” His eyes couldn’t meet yours, he seemed terrified. “Leo’s almost a year old now, and I was thinking, what if he had a little sister.”

Your heart melted. “How can you be so sure the next one will be a girl?” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Didn’t you know, I’m a genius, I know these things.” “Of course dear.” You dismissed. “What! You don’t believe me?!” He stood, pointing a finger at you. “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh you’re gonna get it. Today I make this vow, by this time next year, we will have a little girl. I vow it!” You laughed quietly, trying not to disturb your son. He gave a little grumble, one eye cracking open to glare at you, the same look his father was giving you at the moment. “Alright my love. If you’re sure you want to go through all this again, we can start trying for another.” Tony beamed that smile you loved so much, the same one he had when Leo was first born.

He delicately took your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. “I love you. You’ve given me so much and I have no idea how I will ever make it up to you.” “Keep being a wonderful father and husband.” You went in for another kiss but was interrupted by a small hand slapping your collarbone. You laughed and shifted Leo to your other breast, letting him continue his breakfast.

“You are a wonder.” “Organise a babysitter for this monster for this weekend and we’ll see about getting a jumpstart on making that little girl.” You had never seen Tony run so fast in your life.

One year later.

“Mama! Look at me!” Leo ran into your room, throwing himself onto the bed. Your hand shot out, catching his little head before he could face plant into your plump stomach. He scrambled back up to his knees, a huge smile on his face. “Mama! Look!” He threw his arms out in an attempt to show you what he was wearing. “Oh baby, remember, we gotta be quiet.” “Sorry mama.” He tried to whisper.

You smiled lovingly at him. “Now show me what you’re wearing.” “Like dada!” He whisper-yelled. Your little boy was wearing a small AC-DC shirt that he had gotten for Christmas with dark-wash jeans and an exact replica of the famous Tony Stark sunglasses. “Oh so handsome!” You praised, pulling the shirt down so it covered his chubby tummy. “Like dada?” “Even more handsome than dada!”

He squealed and laid a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “I resent that.” The raspy voice of your husband called out from the doorway. “Well this little man is the most handsome, smartest little boy on the planet.” You wrapped a soft arm around your boy to pull him closer to you, lathering his face with kisses that made him giggle.

Tony rounded the bed, big hand resting on Leo’s head as he pecked your forehead. “How are our girls doing?” The bundle in your arms squirmed, the noise interrupting her post-feed nap. “We’re good. She’s had a good long feed so I think she’ll be out for a while.” Leo pulled the blanket back slightly so he could get a good look at his little sister’s sleeping face. “Hi Nova.”

You and your husband stayed silent, lovingly watching Leo interact with his month old sister. Leo was utterly enamoured by her, especially since he picked out her name. “Mama, we dress up Nova too?” “Who do you wanna dress her as?” “Mama! Cause mama so pretty!” Your chest tightened with emotion. “Oh baby, you’re so sweet.”

“He’s just telling the truth.” Tony shrugged as he reached out and picked Leo up by his waist, setting him on his lap so they both could sit next to you. “We’re so lucky, mama and Nova are the most beautiful girls in the world.” Your son nodded frantically in agreement. “So pretty.”

You cupped Tony’s jaw. “And we’re lucky to have the most handsome men in the universe look after us.” “Love you mama.” “Love you too baby.” You laid a little kiss on his dark hair. “Are you tired love?” “Yeah, I could do with a nap.”

“How about we all have a little sleep together and then take this look out on the town.” “That sounds lovely.” Your voice was already slurring with the beginning of sleep. You shuffled further down your pillows so Nova could lay flat on your chest, Leo curling up in the crook of your arm and your head resting on Tony’s bicep.

Sleep overcame the three of you easily but Tony couldn’t tear his eyes away from his family. How had he denied himself this kind of joy for so long? How had he denied you this happiness? He loved you all so much, too much.

“Maybe one more wouldn’t be so bad.” He whispered to no one in particular. “I will cut off your balls.” You muttered sleepily. He looked down at you with literal heart eyes. “I know.”

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cottagecheese1 · 1 year

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ok ok!!! i have smut request for you where tony stark is really stress from the meeting in stark industry and as well as the avengers plus with fury. when he gets home, he fucks his wifey girlfriend, reader in the kitchen table

Stressed out

Pairing: tony stark x reader

Summary: Tony's been stressed after these last couple meetings at the stark tower, but what better way to take his stress out on you.

Warnings: smut,dirty talking, aftercare, oral (m receiving) , praise, fluff, some degradation but not a lot, p in v

Tony walked out of the conference room, and huffed rubbing his temples while closing his eyes. What a long day he thought depletingly; he couldn't wait to go home and take all his stress out on his pretty little wife.

After Tony got home, fumbling with his bag trying to get his keys out; which he couldn't seem to find just made him more frustrated, as he put his bag down and the ground, finally finding them, he put the bag on his shoulder, and went inside, closing the door inimically.

He went to go sit down on the couch; until a ethereal voice interrupted his action. It's the person he's been waiting to see all day; You. His perfect little wife coming to greet him at the door, like you should.

"Welcome home baby! did you have a good day?"

You said excitingly, as you kissed his cheek lovingly.

He smiled and gave you a lengthy hug while giving you a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Not the greatest angel, just really long I guess"

He looked you up and down hungerly. He was this close to flipped your dress up, and bending you over while pounding you into whatever surface was near him.

You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, while having a disheartened look on your face. God he loved sweet you were.

"Aw I'm sorry to hear that honey, but I hope maybe some food will make your day better hm?"

You made your way over to the kitchen bending over infront of him, so you could get the bowl to put the cheese in, but giving him a nice view of your pussy through your soft cotton white panties, as your dress hiked up.

Adjusting himself in his pants, at this point he was rock hard, and you could easily tell by the bulge in his dark blue jeans. He was about to bend you over and take all his frustration out on sweet little you, but he can wait for about a minute. Literally.

You put the bowls on the counter; you were about to bend back down when you felt something hard pressed against your backside, arms wrapping around your torso.

You turned around to find Tony looking straight at you with a lustful look in his eyes. He groped your breast while kissing your neck, nibbling on your collar bone. You let out a rapacious moan while burying your fingers in his hair covetously.

"Mmm Tony please, wait"

He pulled away and looked at you with a depriving look while breathing in and out rapidly.

"What? Do you need something baby doll"

You caressed his shoulders, and gave him a kiss on the lips; looking up at him.

"Let me take care of my husband"

And at that, you dropped to your knees, looking up at him while fiddling with his belt, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants.

"Fuck baby, been waiting for this all day, just wanna fuck you so hard right now"

You just smiled and took his hard cock from out of his boxers, and grabbing the base, running your tongue over the slit of his cock, and wrappings your lips around the tip, starting to suck on him.

"God- eyes on me angel face"

He managed to huff out, his fingers started to entangle in your hair, and push you deeper; making you choke on his dick.

"Come on baby be a good girl and take a little more for me hm? I know you're a good little slut"

You took his cock deeper in your throat. At this point your nose was buried against his pubes, with his balls slapping against your chin rapidly, you could barely breath, but you didn't really mind.

Your head was pressed against the bottom cabinets with both of his hands on either side of your head fucking your throat hastily with no choice but to let him fuck your throat. Drool coating his dick.

"That's it, this is what you should be doing anyway, sucking my cock, and letting me fuck this tight little throat such a good little wifey"

He moaned in bliss as the tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby, just hold on"

After a few more thrust he spilled down your throat, a little spilling past your lips, as you tried to swallow the salty cloudy liquid.

"Swallow angel face. all of it."

You manged to swallow it down, and look back up at him with slightly teary eyes from the most recent throat fucking.

You popped back up on you feet. He was quick to press you against the counter, and flip your dress up revealing the soft cotton panties you were wearing. He rubbed up and down you thighs making his way to the rim of your panties.

"did you wear this for me baby, always thinking about me aren't you princess?"

You nodded, and bit your lip eagerly

"Always thinking about you cause I love you so much"

He smiled and kissed your neck pulling your panties down your legs and dropping them on the floor.

He lifted you up on the counter, and grabbed his cock grazing your tight hole, he pushed his cock in as you moaned out in ecstacy; wrapping your arms around his neck, and burying your head in the crook of his neck as he pounds you.

His hips rutting against yours, legs wrapped around his waist while thrusting in a hard and fast rhythm against you, his cock buried deep into your pussy; he feels you wrapped around him like a vice.

"Your so fucking tight honey, wish I could fuck you like this all day, so glad your mine baby"

His praise makes you tighten around him, and his cock thrusting against your walls, the tip hitting your g spot constantly; making you feel that familiar feeling like a coil tightening in your stomach, you feel like you about to explode.

"M bout to come"

He thrust faster as he moans out.

"Me to baby, just a little more, your being so good for me"

Suddenly your first orgasm hits you like a train, almost crying because of how good it feels, he fucks you through your orgasm, soon coming to his, and emptying himself inside you.

He hugs you, and kisses your forehead while breathing heavy; slowly pulling out, and watching his cum drip out of you.

He pulled your dress back down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into him.

He picked you up off the counter; bridle carrying you to the bedroom, and softly laying you down.

"You did so good angel, I'm so proud of you"

You were to fucked out to respond, only rubbing your thighs together, and still breathing heavy.

After he came out of the bathroom with a warm wash cloth, he wiped between your legs, and gave you some water; you squirmed a little while he finished taking care of you, and took off your clothes, and put one of his T shirts on you.

"Aw, I know it, honey, but I gotta take care of my girl, or else I wouldn't be considered number one husband anymore"

You giggled softly while he took off his shirt; he laid beside you and cuddled into you holding you to his chest playing with your hair softly kissing your forehead.

"Thank you princess, I really needed this, you truly are the best wife ever"

You smiled softly, and cuddled closer to him and quietly mumbled

"Anything you want baby."

A/n: Hope you liked that! Sorry I haven't been posting a lot I'm kinda busy, but l'll continue to write whatever you guys want!

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haleyboook · 2 years

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Tony’s widow

Set during she-hulk, Tony Stark’s widow has been hiding out in Mexico with Bruce Banner ever since her husband died. Unable to accept his death she remains isolated with her two children and sister. When she meets Jennifer and finds out that her blood helped heal Bruce’s arm, suddenly she grows interested.

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“This is where I spent the blip fixing myself and integrating the Hulk-Banner identities.”

“In this tiny beach house lab?”

“I wouldn’t call it tiny.” I say as I stand at the door with Ani, Antonia, my youngest rested on my hip.

She spins around to look to me and says “Who are you?”

I shake my head saying “Man, I need to get the baby weight off. I used to be so known and recognizable. I’m y/n, y/n stark.”

Her eyes widen and Bruce says “Hey.”

I nod to him and he looks to his cousin saying “Tony built this for me a few years ago. Tony Stark, her husband.”

“Oh, right, right, right.”

I step inside of the lab as Bruce explains “He used to joke that I was a loaner, and that one day he’d just swing by and take it back.”

I lightly nod and say “He only said that so you’d actually use it and not feel guilty taking it. It was always yours, Bruce.”

He smiles to me saying “I see you’ve brought Ani, she looks so much like him.”

I nod saying “I know. It’s the eyes. Haunting sometimes. I love her, so much, but she has Tony’s eyes and that’s so hard to handle sometimes.”

I look over to Jen, Bruce’s cousin and say “You okay?”

She looks to Bruce confused saying “Wait, did we hit a spaceship?”

Bruce nods saying “Yeah. Sakaaran Class-Eight courier craft. They’re probably trying to deliver a message. I gotta look into that. You know, weird stuff just kinda finds you when you’re a hulk. But first we gotta deal with you.”

She shakes her head saying “Me? What happened to me?”

I make a face and shrug as she says “I changed.”

I look to Bruce and he says “Look, I’m sorry. I tried to warn you. My blood got into your system, and after the wreck, you got a lethal dose of gamma radiation.”

“Lethal?! As in I’m gonna die?”

I smack Bruce and he says “Ow... No! There is more to it... I uh... that I’m going to explain.”

She hits his arm and says “That is not the sentence to take a pause on, Bruce!”

I smile at her feisty-ness and nod. She says “What? Why is she nodding?”

Bruce looks to me and says “Okay. Just look at your blood samples okay? You and I, we share a rare combination of genetic factors that allows us to synthesize gamma radiation into somethin’ else.”

“So I turn into the Hulk now, too.”

Ani sneezes as she wakes up and I say “Sorry. Yeah, kinda..”

Bruce says “I’ve been analyzing your blood. And the way it synthesized gamma, I was able to use it to completely heal my arm.”

I perk up at that and she says “Oh. Because I’m better than you?”

Bruce shakes his head saying “Mmmmm, it’s basically different.”

“In a better way.”

Bruce shakes his head saying “In conclusion, my arm is healed and now I’m able to be my fully integrated self again.”

“Smug hulk.”

I look over to the vials of blood beside me and I look to Bruce and Jen walking away from me.

“Smart Hulk.”

“Well, it’s pretty smug to call yourself smart.”

I begin to tune them out as I slip two vials of Jen’s blood into my pockets.

I turn towards them as Bruce turns back around, grabbing the vials and saying “Now that I’ve actually analyzed your blood samples...”

He begins destroying the vials and I feel minor anger spark inside of me.

Jen shakes her head saying “A bit dramatic.”

Bruce says “It’s way too dangerous to get out in the world, even if there’s only a millionth percent chance that it makes another one of us.”

Ani starts crying and they look to me. I say “Sorry. I should go find Morgan and leave you two be while I get Ani down for a nap.”

Bruce says “Do you need any help?”

I smile to him and say “Thank you, Bruce. I’ve got it though.”

I leave the lab and Jen watches Bruce watch me leave and she says “Oh my god.”

He looks over to her quickly saying “What?”

“You’re in love with her!”

Bruce scoffs saying “I am not! She’s a good friend!”

“No... you don’t watch someone leave like that if you’re only friends! You’re in love with her! You’re nearly drooling! Dude she literally has two kids.”

Bruce shakes his head saying “You could not be any farther off!”

Jen smiles and says “You wanna play house with Tony Stark’s widow and kids. Huh.. interesting.”

Bruce grumbles saying “I don’t. She’s my friend, and I owe it to Tony to look after her and help her.”

Jen nods and says “And maybe enjoy her company a little too much. How’d she even know we were here?”

Bruce sighs saying “She’s been staying here, away from the media and world. Ever since Tony’s funeral. I took her here. She couldn’t handle the public and other people.”

“That’s not healthy, Bruce, isolating yourself, that much...it’s not healthy. I get she’s grieving..”

He glares at her saying “Leave her alone. Let her grieve how she wants. Tony loved her so much, she meant everything to him. I can only imagine it’s mutual with her.”

Jen nods and I continue towards the guest house, Friday saying “Mrs. Stark.”

“Not now.”

“Mrs. Stark, I don’t know what you wish to achieve with Miss Jennifer’s blood sample, but I don’t recommend using it.”

I shake my head saying “I don’t want your opinion. Begin running tests on it. Make duplicates. Pull apart every factor within it. I know there’s a way to reverse death and gamma damage. It recovered Bruce’s arm easily.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. I have to remind you that Mr. Stark, is gone and can’t-”

“Shut up!” I snap as I hear my voice echo. I sigh as I feel the tears well up. I shake my head saying “Don’t ever tell me he’s gone or dead again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. Starting the process now.”

I push the vials into the machine and sigh as I set Ani down in her crib and see Morgan playing outside in the sand with my sister.

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wooooahhh new story! Do you guys like it? Got the idea and I needed to write it out! I just watched the most first episode of she-hulk and oh my god all the mentions of steve and tony were killing me!

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verxn · 1 year

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Wrong day :>

Description: short and sweet 🫶🏾

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black fem reader

Note: hey….how my lovelies doing 💕

“Okay okay okay” I muttered to myself while getting things from around my closet. You may be wondering, y/n what the hell are you doing? I’m so glad you asked, I’m late packing!!!

*insert a reaction pic with tears and a thumbs up*

Yeah, so fun!!! Packing up at 1am when your flight leaves at 5am whew!!

Please tell me you understand my great great sarcasm, anyway, I’m just doing last minute packing since Tony said we were apparently going somewhere and decided to tell me last minute.

I sighed and looked down at the now fully packed suit case, now this is where the hard part comes in…closing the suit case….I cracked my knuckles one by one and started to do that “losing up” thing people do before lifting up something heavy (???)

I closed my suitcase and started to zip it up, at first, it wasn’t so bad, then it started to get a bit…challenging.

I grunted softly and put my knee on top of the suit case so I can close it easier. At first it worked then it had to be that ONE part where it gets stuck

“Oh fuck me” I said clearly annoyed. I then proceeded to sit my black ass on the suit case and started to zip it up once again. When I tell you it finally closed, thank god.

I did a little happy dance and picked up the suitcase, the bring it downstairs near the front door, as I was walking downstairs, I noticed it was quiet, too quiet

‘hm’ I thought to myself while sitting the black suitcase near the front door of our home. I started to walk near Tony’s little “man cave” and it was quiet?

It’s a little shocker because he always has music playing in the background, either because he’s working on something or he’s searching up new formulas etc etc

I walked down the stairs and typed in the code to get in, I walked near his working area and saw him hunched over the desk. I lightly tapped his shoulder, to see if he was alive….obviously

“hey Tony” I said softly while tapping him continuously, he grunted a bit and looked up at me tiredly. “Hm” he said groggily “why aren’t you packed up I thought we were going somewhere?” I replied

He gave me a confused look and answered “we are…but that’s not until Thursday…?” “It’s ….not Thursday?” I said confusedly with my hand resting on my hip

He shook his head “no honey, it’s Wednesday” he pointed to his computer and put his head down once again. I gave him the side eye look

Cause how you gonna wake me up, just for me to pack thinking our flight was gonna be at 5am today, when it’s really tomorrow. Sighing I shook him awake once again

“Tony get up and get in that bed” I said to him while walking away and scratching my head through the bonnet

I heard him getting up from behind me and before I made it to the door, he came up from behind while wrapping his arms around my hips, while his chin rests on my shoulder

“Alright now we can go” he replied in a sleepy voice, I chuckled softly and started to walk out from his little man cave and into our shared bedroom

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Pairings - Tony Stark X OC Zara Malik

Premise – Under circumstances, he could not control, Tony lost his parents, his mentor, and his best friend/former lover. Will he have to lose his love as well?

Word Count - No idea, I'm going absolutely blind on this one.

Warnings: age gap, angst, Canon-level violence, allusions to smut, mentions of blood, explosions.

a/n - Thank you @swaraleeeeeee for this amazing request about Tony and a Desi Reader!!! I am thrilled and excited to share this with everyone yayy! plus, this fic is set in the Age Of Ultron AU universe and is set on the day of Tony's party at his penthouse.

There are references to a specific Horror Series and the story is somewhat inspired by the song Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift. Hope y'all like it :)

Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

I loved you in secret

First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Oh, twenty-five years old

Oh, how were you to know, and

My, love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Oh, and you held me close

Oh, how was I to know that

- (Dancing With Our Hands Tied) Taylor Swift

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Tony looked around at the party exiting the lab. The Ultron project was complete. JARVIS was now analyzing the AI while keeping an eye on it, and he had successfully convinced Bruce to be a part of it. He needed his help, and extra hands in his lab never hurt.

Now, it was time to party.

He had debated having the party downtown in some fancy hotel but what better place to get wasted than your newly renovated penthouse? He buttoned up his blazer and stepped into the crowd of guests. This brought back memories of college, sneaking out and getting wasted with people he had never met before. Maybe if he was lucky tonight, he'd get to poke at Steve and have a jolly time with Rodney.

But he froze on the stairs looking at the flashes of a familiar emerald-colored fabric in the crowd.

"Stark! There you are!" If it wasn't for Clint slapping his back, he would have walked up to her then and there, and the ruse would be up.

"I… was in the stuff, doing the lab." He babbled, trying his best not to sound obvious. Even though he could be the unafraid playboy billionaire for the entire world, she made him lose his shit. In simple words, she drove him crazy.

Clint made a disgusting face and gestured to him to come along. "You gotta meet Dr. Malik! She's Dr. Cho's colleague. She talked about some crazy biotechnology that I have no idea about but I just know you would love it so…"

He zoned out of what Clint was saying. His entire focus was on her, the smell of jasmine invading his senses.

She was talking to Natasha and Bruce, both listening to her with rapt attention. He stood just behind her, looking at her back. Her long hair was loose, falling on her back and shoulders, and the loose end of her saree - the same one he bought her - was gracefully tucked on her shoulder, the pleats perfectly symmetrical.

"...and Dr. Cho has been kind enough to let me be a part of her latest research, based in New York." Her sweet voice was what brought him out of his trance. He couldn't believe she was here. "We are working on repairing skin cells for burn victims, a sort of regenerative process that will allow the skin to heal itself without surgery."

"Dr. Malik, I see you haven't met our host." Tony's heart did a somersault at Clint's words, panic written all over his face.

Well, this is really happening.

She turned around fully, facing him and Clint.

No matter how many times he saw her in that damn green saree with the stupid black blouse that blurred the line between decent and sensual. His mind would go blank.

And she had red lipstick on.

She was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Ah, Mister Stark. The Iron Man himself." She gave him a blinding smile, the one she had practiced and prepared for the public.

He realized she was in on it. She was fine with it.

And the ruse continues.

"Just Tony for you, Dr..." He extends his hand and she shakes it as she steps towards him.

"Zara. Zara Malik."

Tony had to fight every fiber of his being not to hold her closer. As if he was meeting her for the first time, he had to play the role.

Don't be a fool, Tony. Let's stay professional.

It was a far cry from their first meeting.

2 years ago, Mexico

Tony took a breath of relief and looked around him, smiling.

He had always made sure to give a fair share of donations to people in need. Currently, he was standing inside Stark Industries' first free medical center for orphaned children and LGBTQIA+ youth in Mexico. His mother's old friend, Miss Herrera, was willing to take over the project and assist the research students at her alma mater. And Tony was glad to help.

He heard laughter coming from the end of the hallway. Happy was close behind as he opened the doors and entered the room.

Inside was a huge room with at least twenty beds, all empty. In the middle of the room, there was a group of kids, teenagers, and even some adults hovering around a woman wearing her lab coat. Her head was buried in her notebook.

In front of her sat a kid, no older than 15, and another woman stood next to her. This woman would later become known as Dr. Helen Cho. She was rapidly speaking numbers.

His eyebrows shot up as he realized that it was a contest.

"...plus fourteen divided by six, and the entirety multiplied by Nineteen. Go!"

Both the woman and the kid scribbled like crazy in their notebooks and seconds later the kid screamed, "249!"

"It's correct." The woman spoke up, and cheers erupted all around them.

"Oh come on!" The woman competing threw up her hands, but you could hardly guess she was even upset about losing, as a huge grin was plastered on her face.

That was when she turned to him, and Tony saw Zara for the first time.

But she wasn't the only one to notice him, as the entire army of kids and teens ran to him, looking at the legendary Iron Man.

After what felt like hours of answering their endless questions, he finally got to talk to Cho and Zara.

Cho jumped on the opportunity to tell him about the research they had been doing and volunteering for the kids in their free time. She couldn’t control her excitement about meeting the legendary man behind the iron mask. Zara, on the other hand, was calm and steady. She had a pleasant face. She answered some questions for him and spoke where Cho stumbled, but otherwise remained silent. Tony admits he didn’t fall for her at that moment.

He did when she asked him out on a date.

He was 38. She was 25.

His first reaction was, “I’m sorry, what?”

She smiled, fidgeting with her hands. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but I would love to grab dinner with you sometime.”

Happy’s jaw was hanging open. And Tony was flabbergasted.

“I… Uh… I would love to, Zara Mali- Zara. Zara. Can I call you Zara?” He blinked.

She blushed, “sure, Mr. Stark.”

“Please, it’s Tony. And yeah, sure, I'll see you tomorrow night?” He smiled, fumbling with his hands as he backed out of the room, almost colliding with Happy in the process. However, he somehow made it to the elevator.

“Holy shit.” he breathed out. Happy handed him a napkin.

It was then that he realized he was sweating, his heart racing. It was the first time in a long time someone asked him out, not the other way around. He was so used to asking people out that he had completely forgotten what it felt like to be on the other end.

It felt nice.

Zara felt overwhelmed, being around people she had heard about so much that she knew like old friends. Tony would never shut up about his teammates, the latest updates that he did on their weapons and suits, and their habits that annoyed him.

Oh, Tony.

Zara knew Tony was scared for her after what happened with Pepper. After Killian's fiasco, they remained friends, but Zara understood that a part of Tony would always love Pepper. She was his first love. They had mutually agreed to keep their relationship a secret. JARVIS and Happy were the only ones who knew about her, and Rodney found out after accidentally waking in on one of their intense ‘love-making’ sessions.

He was standing right next to her, in the charcoal suit she helped pick up. It felt weird to talk to him as she had never known him at all. It hurt him too.

His face was expressionless as he slowly sipped his champagne. He looked at her occasionally but averted his eyes as soon as someone else noticed.

Bruce spoke to her after the group had scattered to find a refill for their drinks. "I would love to hear more about this project Dr. Malik. This is promising work."

"You flatter me Dr. Banner" She spoke, “but of course, you are welcome to Seoul anytime you wish.” He smiled and strode ahead to Natasha, who was now behind the bar having a chat with Thor.

“Zara.” she smiled as she turned to Tony, “a heads up would have been great, I almost died watching you here.”

She grimaced apologetically, “Cho practically dragged me here. I denied but she was dead set on taking me as her plus one, and I tried to call you so many times today that you didn’t pick up. I’m sorry Tony I-”

He nodded with a gentle expression on his face. “I was in the lab the entire day. My phone was off. And I should be the one who is sorry. I know how horrible you must be feeling right now. I just," huffed out a laugh, “I really want to climb up this building and scream at the top of my lungs how much I love you.”

Zara tilted her head as she gazed at him. “I love you, Tony.”

“I love you too,” he smiled and raised his brows at her saree, stepped closer, and said in a low whisper, “and I can’t wait to take this off tonight.”

Her lips parted in surprise as he stepped away smirking.

“Is he bothering you?”

She jumped as she heard Rodney’s voice coming from behind her.

“holy shit, you scared me.” she laughed, and Rodney laughed along with her.

“It’s been a while,” he says, smirking, and flashes of how they met the first time involuntarily invade her mind.

She grimaced, closing her eyes, “uh, yeah, the last time we met wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation to have a chat. But nice to see you, Rhodes.”

“Chill, it’s fine. I didn’t know you had taken it public or I would have-”

“No!” she stops him before he says anything further, “uh, I’m here by coincidence. We’re still under wraps. I just want Tony to feel comfortable talking to people when he wants to.”

“Well, he’s been a bit off for a few days. Just keep close to him.”

“Will do.”

“Hey, we’re having an after-party. Cho's been invited by Thor. Wanna join?” he asks, sipping his scotch.

“Why not!”

“cool, see you around.” Rodney smiles and joins Tony at the bar.

She pulls out her phone to contact Jarvis, a desperate attempt to let Tony know she will be here longer, but she couldn’t. She tries again, but Jarvis seems unresponsive.

Tony might have put him on some sort of update.

She doesn’t think twice about it, instead opting to have a drink to calm her nerves.

All while being unaware of the fact that just meters above their heads, the AI was fighting for his life against something that would change everything.

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Picture of your face in an invisible locket

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

I had a bad feeling

and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

People started talking, putting us through our paces

I knew there was no one in the world who could take it

I had a bad feeling

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One month ago, in Seoul, South Korea

"You seem tense.” Zara hummed as she caressed his chest, right where his arc reactor used to be. She scooted closer, her warm body pressing against his, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Thinking about this new hydra base we are attacking next week,” he replied, playing with her hair. He enjoyed doing that a lot. He would braid it sometimes, or he would just run his fingers through it. They were always so soft, and they smelled really pleasant. He smiled as he remembered once begging her to tell him how she had such crazy volume. She just shrugged and said it was genetics.

“I’m scared,” she mumbles.

“Hey,” he turns his head to her, taking her face in his hand, “I’ll be fine.” he smiles.

“I know, it’s just,” she props up on her elbow, hovering over him, “you have this thing about saving others before yourself. You think about everyone before you,” she brushes a strand of his hair. “I want you to promise me something.”

"Anything, Z," he replied.

"You'll come back. Okay, you will come back to me no matter what.” She looks at him with such concern that it breaks his heart.

“I promise, Z, I will.” he squeezes her hand.

She breathes out, “And I know you survived a wormhole in space and a psychotic Norse God but you have to do this, for me.” she smiles, a strand of her hair falling on her face.

Tony tackles her on her back, kissing her fiercely, grabbing her waist to press her tightly against him.

He can’t lose her. He won’t lose her.

But we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

Like it was the first time, first time

Yeah, we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

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The after-party

"Are you even pulling?”

“Are you on my team?”

"Just represent! Pull!”

Zara couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Tony and Rodney trying to lift Mjolnir. Truthfully, it was a desperate attempt with their suit gauntlets that were almost smoking.

The champagne in their systems did not help at all. They gave up, at last, Rodney punching Tony's arm for being dragged into this mess.

And this time, instead of taking his seat, he plopped down next to her.

He rested his head on the backrest of the couch, pouting. “It’s rigged," he said.

“It’s magic,” she replied.

“Point Break is cheating.”

She laughed out loud, “no, he’s not”

As she reclines in her seat, she looks at him through hooded eyes. Her head was fuzzy even after just two drinks, and he was so close, with his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up, smiling at her. A kiss to drive him senseless was all she could think of.

He raised his hand, swaying his palm in front of her. “Dance with me?”

She took a sharp breath, watching from the corner of her eye how Clint nudged Maria to look at them.

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows.

“C’mon,” he smiled, blinking at her like she was the only one in the room.

She placed her hand on his, and he pulled her to the clear space behind the couch they were sitting on.

And the speakers blasted Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield.

Zara laughed out loud as Tony shimmied his shoulders to the beat. She heard a hoot and saw others joining in. Bruce and Natasha danced as a couple, and Steve somehow joined Clint and Maria in a conga line.

She felt strong arms grab her waist and pull her forward, meeting her chest with Tony. Zara grabbed his shoulders as they swayed to the music. He bopped his head as he held her arm and swayed her to the music, spinning her and holding her close.

Zara could see Natasha eyeing them suspiciously, but she didn’t care anymore. Her boyfriend smiled lovingly at her as she looked into his eyes. His cheeks were pink.

Was he blushing?

She was lost in his eyes, the feel of his hands on her waist, and the way his breath fanned her face.

She almost missed the disembodied robot coming towards them.

It was only when she heard its chilling distorted voice and felt Tony tensed up that she realized this was not going to end well.

Tony's first instinct was to pull Zara behind him, and as soon as he realized JARVIS was gone, his grip on her hand tightened. Upon hearing his voice through the tiny speaker in its body, his mind kicked into overdrive.

So much for armor around the world.

He saw how Cap stood discreetly next to the wooden coffee table and how Thor grabbed the handle of Mjolnir.

He could feel the tension in the air as his teammates tried to buy some time before it rained down.

He had to get Zara out of here fast.

“What better way to cleanse the world than starting with the annihilation of the Avengers? And as with the battle of New York, a few collaterals like Miss Zara won’t hurt anyone.”

Tony’s entire body turned cold as soon as he heard that.

Ultron hasn’t just killed JARVIS, he also absorbed his database, including the knowledge of Zara and what she is to him.

He had only a second to look at her blood-drained face when the walls collapsed, his own robots dead set on killing them all.

That’s when a lot of things happened all at once.

Steve kicked the table as two robots flew into it.

Thor began to thrash as many as he could.

Clint and Hill started shooting, while Natasha tried to save Bruce.

Tony pushed her harshly towards the grand piano and ran towards the nearest robot.

It was chaos all around her.

She tried crawling behind it, but she met a dead end. She turned around to see Steve crash into a glass wall. Her heart raced, her body kicking into survival mode. Her eyes scanned the room for a place to hide. Her eyes followed Thor as he blasted a robot with lightning, and for a split second, she saw it. The clearing under the staircase was obstructed by a pillar in front of it.

Adrenaline took over, and she dashed towards it with all her might.

It rained glass, something was on fire, and the smell of burning wood surrounded her, but her only focus was on her goal.

And she would have made it if it wasn’t for the torso of a robot flying right in front of her.

Its arm was raised and she met the glowing palm of its hand on her face.

Zara jumped to her right, behind the couch, and onto the broken shards of glass.

HYDRA base, Sokovia.

Tony overlooked the destruction unleashed in front of his eyes.

The Chitauri army invaded, setting the planet on fire.

The Avengers lay dead on the rocks. Steve’s shield was broken, Natasha's face was bleeding, and Bruce wasn’t breathing.

He staggered back, wondering for a second about how he ended up here when he was just standing near the scepter seconds ago. His mind begged him to see if it wasn’t real.

He felt something on his leg and he looked down.

He hoped he never did, for he saw Zara on his feet.

He fell to his knees as he held her lifeless frame, her eyes closed, her face covered in blood, and a glass shard prodding out of her chest.

He screamed, shook her, and begged for her to open her eyes but she just lay there.

Dead.

Tony found Zara staggering away from the glass around her. Her hair was caked in blood, and glass wounds covered her entire right arm. He immediately held her, helping her stand up. She groaned as she got up, glancing at her right arm to see it covered in blood. And then she looked at Tony.

She held his face in her palms. "Are you okay?” Her voice was dripping with worry.

He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “shouldn’t I be asking you that?” his fingers ghosted over her injured temple, and he swallowed hard, his heart racing as he realized how seriously hurt she was.

“Zara I-” he started as he got interrupted by Cho, “젠장 (shit; in Koren) Zara you’re bleeding!” Zara gave her a nod as Cho let out a sigh of relief.

She then looked at him, still shocked at what had happened, and froze.

Her eyes traveled between Zara and him, and the way they were holding each other.

She opened her mouth to say something but Steve's voice interrupted her.

“Stark,” Tony turned around to see Cap standing behind them, along with the rest of the Avengers. “Care to explain what the hell was that?"

“This is roomier than my first apartment.” Cho looked around the laundry room in Tony’s penthouse.

Tony had led her there with Cho, as the others were in the adjacent conference room. He had handed them a first aid kit and was now having a shouting match with his team. Their muffled shouts could be heard from inside.

Zara had gotten rid of her saree, was wearing one of Tony’s t-shirts she found in the folded laundry and was sitting on the toilet with its lid closed. Cho knelt in front of her, cleaning her wounds.

“So, you and Stark…” she asks, dabbing her wounds with a sterile cloth.

“Yep.” she breathes out, looking at her.

“You could have told me Z.” Cho pouts, “I thought you were getting catfished when you told me about your long-distance boyfriend from New York. Did he force you to not tell anyone?”

"Helen, come on!" Zara laughed. "We mutually decided not to disclose anyone. We were taking it slow. Plus, you saw what happens when it’s discovered I’m dating Tony.”

Cho smiles, continuing to clean her wounds. “He really loves you, you know, I can tell by the way he almost cried watching you hurt.”

Zara squeezes Cho’s shoulder. "We just wanted to keep it private. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who he was.”

“Oh it’s alright, you told me the rest” Cho laughs, “like the fact that he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” she smirks as she rolls off her bandage.

Zara bites her cheek, desperately trying not to smile.

“Oh god! He is?” Cho exclaimed.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“It’s written on your face.”

“Helen!”

“What? I’ve known you since sophomore year Z. I could sense the sexual tension between you while we were dancing and I knew something was up.”

Zara smiled, and Helen added, “I want a tub of ice cream, masks, and a girl's night. You're gonna start from the beginning and tell me everything about dating Tony Stark.”

“Yes ma’am” she mocks saluted her, and they burst into laughter, forgetting for a minute what was happening outside the doors.

Tony rubbed his temples after the team started to depart. His mind raced at the highest speed to figure out how to handle the situation. Bruce slapped his shoulder before walking away with Natasha. Tonight had taken a toll on everyone around him.

He had to figure out how ULTRON managed to kill JARVIS and infiltrate the internet. and then he had to wipe Zara out of his database before he becomes sentient.

AI or not, he was about to outsmart him. He made him after all.

“Tony.”

Her voice made him snap out of his trance, and he saw Zara standing next to him.

She was wearing one of his band shirts, and a pair of black sweats. The bandage on her head and the numerous cuts on her face and arms just motivated him further. She hugged him, her arms wrapping around his torso as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He hugged her back, careful of the cuts.

“I have to return to Seoul and evacuate the labs. I’ll be back once it’s done.”

“Helen,” Zara was about to say something to her but she cut her off, “Zara, those people are under my supervision. I need to get them to safety.” she squeezed Zara’s hands, and then looked at Tony, “keep her safe.”

“Zara,” he retreated as he cupped her face, looking her in the eyes, “as much as it hurts me to say, you need to get out of here.”

“What?” her face contorted with confusion.

“He’s right.” Hill added as they turned towards her, typing furiously on her phone, “ULTRON knows who you are. And he will use you to get to stark, and the Avengers.”

He could feel her stiffen under his touch, Tony turned her face o look at him, “Z, look at me, hey,” he caressed her face, “It’s gonna be okay, Clint is gonna be with you. You’ll be completely safe at this place.”

“What about you?” she held onto his wrist, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I have to take care of this.”

“You’re going to fight this thing?” her lips trembled, and her grip tightened on his hands.

It physically hurt him to see her about to cry, “I made him, Zara. This is my responsibility.”

Zara gulped, looking at Clint from the corner of her eye, “You remember our promise?”

“Yeah.”

“If you die, stark, I’ll kill you.” tears fell from Zaras eyes, and Tony held on to her tightly, managing to give her a sad smile..

“I love you.” he said.

“I love you more.” She hugged him tightly, and just for a second, Tony fiddled with the idea of not letting her go.

“You’ve never been on a Quinjet?” Clint asked from the control panel of the Quinjet.

“Nope.” Zara answered with a wavered voice. It was her first time in the futuristic jet. She had listened in rapt attention about all the design advancements Tony had done on the jet one day while making breakfast. But it was less thrilling to go barelling through the sky in an aircraft known to be attacked mid air numerous times.

“It’s hard to believe Tony never took you on a joyride in this.”

She huffed out a laugh, “he tried, but I chickened out last minute.” Clint laughed out loud.

“So, where is this place?” Zara asked, clutching her body straps in a death grip.

“well,” Clint turned to her, the jet on autopilot, “Tony’s not the only one among the avengers with a secret relationship.” he smiled, confusing Zara even more.

He akes out a pack of UNO card game from his infinite pockets of his pants, “up for a game?”

I'd kiss you as the lights went out

Swaying as the room burned down

I'd hold you as the water rushes in

If I could dance with you again

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10 Days Later

When Clint mentioned a secret relationship, Zara expected a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Not a wife who was a former SHIELD agent and two kids younger than her distant cousins, not to ignore the fact that Laura was pregnant with a third. Since she met Clint’s family, they had taken her in as one of their own. At first she tried to keep her distance, given the fact that just by staying at their home she was putting them in danger too. But Cooper and Lila wanted to know everything about her job at U-GIN. And when they found out she loved horror movies, she had turned into their favourite person.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Laura and she had decided to have a small picnic on their porch. “Dr. Malik look!” Lila jumped continuously until Zara turned to her. She excitedly handed her a drawing of a butterfly, overflowing with all sorts of vibrant colors.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Lila.” she says, smiling as she tucked the drawing neatly inside a file.

“Lila there’s a Resident Evil re run gong on hurry!” Cooper called from inside.

Lila stood up hastily, and ran away, “don’t start without me!”

“I’m sorry if they bother you too much.” Laura says, leaning on the armchair beside her. She was subconsciously rubbing her belly, baby Nat will be here any day now.

“No, no, I love kids. Got some little cousins back home who are always a delight.” she smiles. In the past days Laura has become somewhat like her elder sister. She kept her calm for the first few days when her nerves were all over the place, and she didn’t let her lift a finger and rest while she and the kids did all the heavy work around the house. She was almost 9 months in for crying out loud.

Just then she heard a distant rumbling. A jet engine.

“oh my god! they’re here!” Laura spoke up.

Zara got up from her seat, helping Laura to get up too.

The Avengers were successful in getting The Cradle from ULTRON, taking it back to Stark Tower and making Vision. They stopped an attack on Sokovia, Vision helping them determine what was about to happen with the help of the twins. ULTRON planned on making the city fly, and make a blast so powerful that it would have wiped out all the humans on earth in one go.

Thankfully nobody got hurt, and they stopped the attack before it happened, evacuating the city and killing ULTRON.

Clint told them everything the other day, telling them that he would return soon. When Zara asked about Tony, Clint said he was busy with all the legal stuff with the government that centered around ULTRON. He said he was sorry that he couldn’t talk to you, and also told them how he hasn’t slept in two days. She almost rolled her eyes if it weren’t for all the crying she had been doing with Laura listening to their story.

The Jet was nearing, and now even Cooper and Lila were out of the house. Before either one could stop them, they ran across the field towards the fence.

The Quinjet landed just outside the fence, and out came the Avengers.

Zara helped Laura down the steps, as Clint ran to his kids. She laughed with Laura when they tackled him to the ground. Natasha followed him, and she could see Steve, Thor and Bruce making their way awkwardly towards the family.

She halted on her steps when she saw the figure descending down the stairs of the jet.

He buttoned up his blazer, taking off his sunglasses and giving her the smug smile that stole her heart in the first place.

Zara didn’t realise she was running until she was halfway through the yard. but she sped up as Tony opened his arms, jumping right into them.

He picked her up, spinning her round, laughing through the tears of reunion. He set her down as she wiped her eyes, and his too.

“Told you I’ll come back to you.” he smiled at her softly, resting his forehead against hers. She breathed him in, caressing his face, careful of the small cuts scattered across his face.

“we got matching cuts.” she laughed, pointing to the scar on her temple, and to a somewhat similar cut on his head.

He laughed along with her, holding her close and kissing her forehead in return.

He was home.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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Father’s Day

IRON FAMILY MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1,525ish

Summary: You and your three children (Morgan, Peter, and Nathan) surprise Tony for Father’s Day.

Warning: father’s day, illusions to sex

Notes: this is part 4 of my Iron Family series. You can find the rest of the parts linked on the masterlist.

Tony was away at Stark Industries meetings that Pepper had finally convinced him it was time to go to. You then had an opportunity to gather your kids; Morgan, who was now almost eight, Peter, who was five, and Nathan who was two.

“Okay, my darling children,” you said as they all sat on the couch. “Father’s Day is on Sunday.”

“Yay! Daddy!” Peter cheered.

You laughed. “Yes, Peter, we love celebrating Dad. So what do you want to get him or do for him?”

“A dog!” Morgan suggested.

You rolled your eyes. “You want a dog, Mo. I don’t think Dad wants one.” Morgan crossed her arms over her chest with a pout. “It was a good idea, Mo. Just maybe not for Father’s Day.”

“We could decorate a suit!” Peter said.

“Like paint one of your Father’s suits?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know if he would necessarily like that.”

“What about a cake?” Morgan wondered. “We could bake and decorate a cake together.”

“Yes!” Peter agreed, causing Nathan to laugh.

“I love it, Morgan,” you smiled.

~~~

Tony got home late that night, the meetings having gone much longer than he would have liked. He was exhausted and sad that he missed dinner with his family and tucking in his children. Trudging up the stairs, Tony found his way to the master bedroom. His shoulders shagged further when he realized that you weren’t in bed. He peeked into the en-suite only to find it dark. His brows furrowed as he left his room in search of his wife.

Tony went back downstairs, searching every room only to find nothing. He was growing more and more concerned. Going back upstairs, he peeked into Morgan’s room. Morgan was fast asleep in her bed. A soft smile grew on Tony’s lips as he shut the door. Peter’s room was next, only for nothing to show of it. Finally, Tony opened Nathan’s door to find you asleep on the floor beside Nathan’s crib.

Tony smiled as he quietly walked over. He bent down and carefully pushed his arms underneath you. A groan slipped through your lips as he picked you up. Tony gently carried you out of the room and to your bedroom. Laying you down on the bed, your eyes peeked open.

“Tony?” You rasped.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” Tony responded softly. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right back. I just need to get ready for bed.”

You hummed with a nod as you closed your eyes. Tony quickly got ready for bed before joining you. He pulled you into him and kissed your head again.

“You’re home late,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he replied. “The meetings went longer than I hoped.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t ignore all the requests for meetings next time.”

Tony scoffed playfully. “Well, unfortunately, I’m going to have to attend meetings all day Saturday.”

“Oh really?” You tried to sound saddened but with Tony planning to be gone all day, it would give you time to bake and decorate the cake your children wanted.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you and the kids.”

“It’s okay, Tony. I’m not mad.”

“I just want—“

“Your guilty conscious needs to rest, Tones. Can we sleep?”

“Sorry, honey. Yes, goodnight.”

“Night.”

~~~

On Saturday, Tony left early. He promised to try and make it back for dinner and so you knew you had to get started. Your children were up and ready with you in the kitchen.

“Alright, my darlings,” you began. “Let’s bake your father a cake.”

A lot of laughs happened in that kitchen while making that cake. As did a lot of messes. You snapped pictures and took videos, knowing that Tony would want to see them and you would love to look back at them.

After the cake was placed in the oven, you and the children cleaned the kitchen together and decided what colors of frosting they wanted. Of course, gold and red were the top colors. You made the frosting after serving the kids lunch and put the frosting in different piping bags. You kept the frosting in the fridge while the cake cooled. You and your children then decorated cards for their father.

“Is the cake ready for decorating, mommy?” Peter asked.

“Let me go and check,” you responded, placing a kiss on his head before walking over to the cake. You touched it lightly, noting that it was cool enough. “It’s ready.”

“Yay!” Your kids cheered.

“Keep working on your cards while I frost the first layer, then you all can come over and help decorate the rest of it.”

You got out the plain white frosting you had made and frosted the first layer on the cake. You grabbed Nathan and set him on the counter before helping Morgan and Peter up as well. You took pictures as your three children worked together to frost the cake. Morgan made an outline of the Iron Man mask before helping Nathan create random lines. Peter wrote out his name and put random hearts around. You watched with a soft smile on your face.

~~~

Tony was home in time for dinner. You had hidden the cake away before he had gotten home and swore your kids to secrecy. After dinner, Tony took charge of getting the kids ready for bed while you cleaned up. You finished cleaning up before Tony finished tucking the kids in. Morgan and Peter were already fast asleep in their bed, it was just Nathan. Who was as stubborn as the person he was named after. You found yourself leaning in the doorway, watching him struggle.

“Come on Nate,” Tony mumbled, bouncing him gently as he paced back and forth. “I know that mommy’s better at this than I am, but I’m trying here.” Nathan let out a whine. “I know, I know. Just go to sleep, go to sleep.”

“Need any help?” You offered.

Tony jumped slightly, head snapping in your direction. “I’m trying here, honey. I really am.”

“I know.” You walked over, motioning for him to hand you, Nathan. “I’ve got it. Go get ready for bed.”

“Fine,” Tony huffed. He kissed Nathan’s head before handing him over and kissing your head. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“Okay.” Tony left and you focused on Nathan. “You need to be better for your father.”

~~~

Nathan was easy to put to sleep and you were cuddled in bed with Tony before you knew it. You woke up when jumping began coming on your bed.

“Happy Father’s Day, daddy!!!” Morgan and Peter shouted.

“Your children are calling for you,” you grumbled.

“I can tell,” Tony mumbled in response.

“Daddy!” Peter shouted again. He jumped one last time before landing on Tony.

“Oooof,” Tony grunted, wrapping his arms around his son.

“Be careful there, Pete,” you giggled, “your father is an old man.”

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed. “An old man you love.”

“Very much.” You leaned over and kissed him.

“Eeeeewwww,” Morgan and Peter said.

“I’ll go get Nathan. You spend some time with your other children.”

~~~

You spent the day playing with your family and spoiling Tony. During lunch, your children gave Tony their cards and he immediately went and hung them up in his office. After you all played around outside. Dinner was Tony’s favorite, cheeseburgers.

“Okay, I think it’s time for the last present, do you kids?” You said, standing up to go grab the cake.

“Yes!” They all exclaimed.

“Another gift?” Tony questioned. “You guys have spoiled me too much already.”

“It’s because you’re the best, daddy!” Peter said.

“And that’s why we made you this cake,” Morgan added as you appeared with the cake. You set it down in front of your husband.

“You guys didn’t,” Tony said. You began snapping pictures. “This is amazing. I love it.” Tony looked around with watery eyes. “I love you all.”

“We love you,” you said, leaning down for a kiss.

“Let’s eat cake!” Peter squealed, causing you all to laugh.

“Yeah, let’s do that, kid,” Tony smiled.

~~~

After plenty of cake was eaten, you and Tony worked together to get the kids ready for bed and tuck them in. You were finished before Tony and slipped into your en-suite to change into Tony’s last gift.

“Sweetheart?” You heard him call as he entered the bedroom and shut the door.

“I’m in the bathroom!” You replied. “I’ll be out in a second.”

Even though you couldn’t see him, Tony nodded and sat on his side of the bed with a book. When you exited the bathroom, he was still looking at his book. You cleared your throat to get his attention as you slowly walked over to him. He looked up and his eyes widened. You were in a brand new lingerie set.

“I thought you might enjoy this last gift,” you whispered.

“It’s wonderful,” he breathed out as you moved to straddle him, his hands finding your waist.

You leaned over and kissed below his ear before moving to place your lips on it. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”

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