#young tony stark x female reader

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Baby fever

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.7K

SUMMARY | You and Tony have three beautiful children, but since your youngest son is growing up faster than either of you would like, Tony's baby fever is kicking into high gear. He can't get enough of seeing you pregnant, and he's making it his goal to have it happen again. There's enough room in the house for one more, after all.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, nicknames (Sunshine, My Love, Baby, Handsome), tooth-rotting fluff combined with toe-curling smut.

SMUT | Porn with a bit of plot, D/S undertones, Sub!Tony is heavily featured throughout the story, breeding/pregnancy kink, lactation kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), daddy kink, mommy kink, begging, teasing, hair pulling, nipple play, nipple piercings, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, aftercare.

A/N | This amazing fic is completely inspired by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, who has helped me come up with the idea and supported me every step of the way! Carol, this is for you, and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it! I love you, and I cannot thank you enough for being in my life 💜

EVENTS Masterlist | @fluffbruary Fluffbruary '24 | Wish Masterlist | @sweetspicybingo Sweethearts | Nice ass

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Since you found Tony's old football jersey from your college days, you have been plotting a plan to wear it in the hopes of getting a reaction out of your husband. Today is perfect for that, as you're visiting your Mom in California, and she offered to take all three of your wonderful kids to Disneyland with her fiancé, Jackson.

"You two can stay home and have some alone time; you deserve it, Buttercup. You've been working so hard, and now that you're finally able to see him after he's been gone for filming, you should make up for some of the lost time," Virginia told you with a wink, and even though you were a little embarrassed at first, you also know she's right.

With three kids, it's proving to be rather challenging to have some time to yourselves and be intimate, so this is the perfect solution. That's how you find yourself standing in the bathroom in your Mom's house, wearing only your glasses and Tony's dark blue football jersey. The fabric reaches down to your knees, and your nipple piercings show through the fabric for a bit of a teasing touch.

With one last deep breath, you walk to the kitchen, where Tony has just finished the dishes from the lunch he prepared for you earlier. He turns around at the sound of your footsteps on the tiled flooring, but before he can say anything, he is greeted by you, clothed as if you walked right out of one of his wet dreams.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you sure know how to surprise your man," Tony growls as he walks over to where you're standing. As he takes in your form, he can already feel himself growing hard inside his sweatpants, which doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I thought we could have some fun on the couch, My Love. The kids are with Mom and Jackson, so we have this all to ourselves," you whisper in his ear as you pull him closer by his shirt, his breath hitching as his now hard and sensitive cock makes contact with your soft belly.

"Who am I to say no when my beautiful wife looks like she walked out of my dreams?" Tony answers, his voice dropping an octave as lust fills it. Your hands glide under his shirt, pulling it over his head before discarding it.

Before you move on to anything else, you let your long nails rake over his sensitive nipples, a moan escaping from Tony's slack lips as you smirk up at him.

"Always so sensitive for me," you tell him before standing on your toes and taking his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down softly as he moans again. His long, dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he took in the pleasure.

"Good boy," you whisper against his mouth, his bottom lip lightly swelling, making him look even more beautiful than he already was. You kiss his tattoo softly as he lets his hands glide into your hair to ground himself gently.

"Let's move this to the couch, Sunshine," Tony tells you with a slight New York drawl, pleasure already taking over his brain. As you proceed to push him to the couch, you can feel yourself getting more and more wet with every step you two take. As soon as his legs hit the couch, he lets himself fall, spreading his thighs to give his achingly hard cock some room as it strains against the fabric.

Your legs are placed on each side of him, the jersey riding up dangerously high as you take your place. Your ass and pussy are barely covered when you sit, Tony's hands rubbing your thighs as he takes in the sight in front of him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this, Sunshine, 'm very lucky with you as my wife," he whispers before capturing your lips with his and taking the lead, effectively taking back any domination you had over him. You moan into his mouth as he slips in his tongue, his fingers digging into the inked flesh on your thighs.

As he glides his hands up your thighs and under his jersey, he finds the bare globes of your butt, kneading them softly as you start to move your hips to get a little friction, the fabric of his sweatpants relieving the burning ache of pleasure between your thighs.

"Can you look at me for a moment, Sunshine? I've got something important to tell you," Tony whispers in your ear, and that's when you realize your eyes have slipped shut. When you open them, you look into his dark brown eyes. As he takes a deep breath, you can't help but think about how beautiful he looks, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"I know we've been talking about adding a fourth baby to our family, and I can't stop thinking about it. How perfect would it be if we had a small girl who would look just like you? I can't stop thinking about it, you with your perfect, round belly as I drink from these amazing tits of yours before you make me a Daddy again," Tony says, another gush of arousal leaking out as you soak Tony's pants even further.

"Please, Sunshine, will you give me another baby? Let me fill you up with my cum until you're beautifully round for me as you carry our daughter?" he asks as he nuzzles his nose against your throat, your head tipping back to give him even more access.

"Yes, My Love, please! I want all your delicious cum inside me, and I want to make another baby with you; I would love to add another name to his amazing tattoo of yours," you tell him, your fingertips gliding softly over the ink proudly displayed on the firm plane of muscle. The sun, moon, and stars look beautiful; your kid's names make it perfect.

And with those words, it's officially decided: you and Tony will add another baby to your family. Whether it will be your Little Prince or Princess, it doesn't matter because you both know they will be loved deeply. And before it's time to find out, you can have all the fun in the world when you're making your newest addition.

"Let's get the jersey off, hm? I want to touch my girl the way she deserves," Tony says, and you nod, lifting your arms in response to his question. During all this, you never stopped rutting your hips over his cock, his release almost there as he lifted the fabric.

"That's it, Sunshine, you make Daddy feel good," he tells you with a breathy voice. As soon as the fabric is over your pierced breasts, making them spill out and bounce before him, he loses every ounce of self-control. Groaning loudly as he cums in his pants like a teenager, a deep red blush covers his cheeks and neck as he rides out his orgasm under you.

"Ah, did you cum already, Baby? What do you think? Do you want Mommy to clean up her sweet, blushing boy?" you purr in his ear, and he nods as you slide off his lap and take your place between his legs. Your fingers hook around the fabric of his sweatpants before tugging them down, revealing the sticky mess he created not even a few minutes ago.

His cock is lying soft between his thighs, but it's by no means small, and you're already drooling at the sight. He whimpers softly as you take hold of his sensitive member, your tongue licking clean every single inch of him.

"M-Mommy, please, wanna drink," Tony whispers, and you smile before getting up, taking your place on his lap again. Tony has always enjoyed drinking your breastmilk now that you’re breastfeeding your son Paxton, and it’s something you both highly enjoy each time he does, whether it’s in a sexual manner or just to calm his mind.

"Yeah? Do you want to drink from Mommy? Go ahead, Baby, take what you want." As soon as the words have left your lips, he's latched onto your breast, suckling heavily until the first spurts of your breastmilk hit his tongue, and he sighs contently as his brain calms down at the feeling of the pierced nipple in his mouth.

Your head falls back as Tony drinks from you, and you can't resist sliding your bare pussy over his thigh, the friction feeling delicious together with the feeling of your husband drinking from you. Soft moans leave your lips as you brace yourself with your hands in his hair, pulling it as you can feel your orgasm creeping closer.

Tony seemingly gets the hint as he flexes his thigh muscles, and with only a few more thrusts over his thigh, you're falling apart with a chant of his name. He groaned before letting go of your one breast, only to quickly latch onto the other, which he drank happily from as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, my sweet boy, keep drinking from Mommy," you tell him as you guide him to sit with his back against the couch, his mouth never leaving your nipple as he sucks to get more of the precious milk he loves so much. You let yourself recover from your orgasm as he does, just enjoying the intimate moment with your husband right now.

By the time he's finished, he is also fully hard again, your hand wrapped around his cock as you jerk him gently, earning yourself soft moans and whimpers from him that have your pussy dripping within no time.

On days like these, when Tony's letting you take the lead, you're feeling a power you've rarely felt, and you love using him for nothing but your pleasure. And he loves being your human fucktoy, too.

"Do you want to make Mommy feel good with this delicious cock of yours? Want to fill me up with your cum to give me a baby?" you ask Tony, and he nods with a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over as they're looking at you from underneath his long, dark lashes.

"Please, Mommy, wanna fill you up," he whispers, his hand gliding over his chest to his cock, grabbing the base as you get in position on top of him. As much as you and Tony love missionary, moments like these make you like cowgirl even more. Riding Tony to his orgasm as you can play with his nipples, pull his hair, or have him do the most unthinkable of things to you have you clenching already, and he's not even inside you yet.

The moment you sink onto his cock, you can feel every single vein on it, the stretch giving a positive burn as it feels like you're being split open. When he's soft, he's already big, but when he's hard? You can barely take all of him in your mouth, and the stretch of your pussy is always something you have to take your time with. He doesn't tell you that he'll feed you his monster of a cock for nothing, after all.

"Oh, fuck! Such a perfect cock for me, Baby, splitting me open so well! Can feel you in my belly," you whisper when you're fully seated, his balls pressing against your ass while you adjust to his size. Moans are tumbling from both your lips, and Tony can't stop digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, a pussydrunk look on his face.

"S-so tight, Mommy, such a tight pussy for me to love," he tells you after pulling you closer, the warm metal of your piercings a stark contrast against the rest of your flesh. His face is nuzzled in your neck as he breathes in your scent, and you pepper soft kisses on his hair and neck.

C'mere, sweet boy, give Mommy a kiss," you tell him, and he obediently lifts his head, meeting your lips with his in a heated, passionate moment that has his head reeling in no time. Your tongue slips into his mouth effortlessly, dancing with his in a loving, sensual way while his hands are wrapped loosely around your waist, yours tangled in his soft locks.

When you pull away, you put your forehead against his, and you feel his cock throb inside you as you make small, teasing grinds against him. As he looks up at you with sweet, puppylike eyes, your heart flutters, and warmth spreads through your chest at the sight. You're very fortunate to have fallen in love with Tony, and it brings a smile to your face.

"What's funny?" he asks as he pecks your lips, and you place your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them softly with your thumbs.

"Nothin'. I was thinking how lucky I am to be married to you and have our three beautiful Munchkins. You saved me and supported me to become the best version of myself after everything that happened, and I love you more than I could ever tell you," you whisper, trying to fight back the tears as you think back to everything that had happened before you had the chance to meet him.

"I'm the lucky one, Sunshine, got a beautiful wife-" he says as his hands wander over your inked body, fingers trailing carefully over the tattoo you got in his honor. "-and three beautiful babies too. 'M the luckiest man on earth," he tells you with such a sweet, soft voice that you can't help yourself as the tears spill over and Tony quickly wipes them away.

"I love you, Tony," you whisper as you pull him close, needing to feel him for a moment. He happily pulls you against his chest; his face nuzzled in your neck while you place kisses on his shoulder. The moment feels perfect, and you're allowing yourself to bask in the love shared between you two.

After a while, Tony's starting to feel a little restless as he tries to rut his hips up into you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your sweet spot each time. You allow him to do his thing as you let him go, and before you know it, he's flipped you over onto the couch, your back now feeling the soft fabric while Tony pounds into you at an unrelenting pace, making you see stars.

"Fuck, that's it! Fuck a baby into me, Daddy, I'm close!" you tell him, and with a shout of his name, you cum, clenching down on his cock as he keeps fucking, his orgasm nearing too. In an effort to ground yourself as he’s bringing you to your high, you take your nails over his back, and it only intensifies the pleasure he feels the deep stinging of your nails scratching his back. A loud groan escapes him before his pace gets sloppy, and you know he’s close.

"That's it, Sunshine, take it, take all my cum! Got so much for you- balls are so fucking heavy all for you," Tony pants out, his pace faltering as he spills every last drop of his cum inside you before carefully pulling out of you.

"I love you so, so much, My Love. Thank you for being the best husband I could have ever asked for," you whisper to his freckled skin, and he hums in response as he's coming down from his high. This was a much-needed moment for the two of you, and you're very grateful for every last second of it.

The two of you took the good part of an hour to bask in the glory of what you two did as you whispered sweet nothings to each other and exchanged a sea of kisses and soft touches. Now it's time for a much-needed shower, as you're covered in dried-up sweat, cum, and arousal, and you're starting to feel a little sticky everywhere.

"C'mon, My Love! Let's hop in the shower, and after, we can watch a movie on the couch," you tell Tony, and he agrees as he gets up from the couch, though his legs still feel like they're made out of jelly. As he falls back onto the couch, you can't help but chuckle at the sight and take a moment to take in the sight in front of you.

Tony's seated on the couch with his eyes looking at you intently, his cream-colored skin slightly flushed from the exertion you have put him through. His broad shoulders, the chest hair trailing down to his toned abs, and his happy trail all led to his delicious cock. If he weren't already entirely spent, you would have happily spent more time on your knees worshipping it, but instead, you reach out your hand to help him again.

"You like what you see, Sunshine?" Tony says shyly, and you feel a heat roaring up inside you. There's nothing you love more than when Tony's shy side comes out, making him look even cuter. It's something all your kids have, too, and it's a trait you adore about them.

"Always do, Handsome," you tell him as you pull him up, finally making your way to the shower. You both take your time washing each other's bodies, and Tony can't help but pay some extra attention to your nipples, rolling and tugging carefully on the barbells adorning them to coax more moans out of you.

"Let's get you settled on the bed, My Love - you've been such a good boy for Mommy that you deserve a back massage," you tell him, and he can feel his cock jump at your words. The sight of you being pregnant shoots through his mind again, and he has to use every ounce of self-control not to bend you over the bed and take you right then and there.

When he's lying on his stomach on the bed, you go and straddle his thighs right beneath his butt before dripping some of your favorite massage oil onto his muscled back. With a soft hum, you start massaging it in, starting at his shoulders as you rub out the knots there.

"God, how did I get so fucking lucky?! Got a beautiful wife with a body to die for, an amazing personality, and great at massaging? I must have won the jackpot with you, Sunshine," he grumbles as you work out every last knot in his back, relaxing him completely as every bit of tension melts under your skilled fingertips.

"I'm lucky too, you know; I get to see the nice ass you have back here every single day," you tell him with a playful smack on his butt cheek, a deep chuckle escaping from his chest that has your butterflies go crazy. Even after a few years of marriage and over a decade of being together, he still makes you feel like you did the first time you met him.

When the massage is finished, both of you get dressed in matching grey lounge outfits, with 'Mr. Stark' and 'Mrs. Stark' embroidered on them, together with your wedding date. Both of you wear your glasses to finish it off, and now it's time to relax until everyone comes home.

As you watch a few movies together on the couch, you're constantly cuddling, kissing, or having a little make-out session between feeding each other various sorts of fruit until your belly starts to rumble around dinner time, and it's time for the two of you to order some take-out. Before they all went out the door, Virginia slipped Tony some money for dinner, and even though you two could easily afford it yourselves, she wanted to take care of you on your relaxing day.

"Pizza?" "Pizza!" you answered, and before you knew it, you were seated in Tony's lap while watching the fourth Harry Potter movie and munching on the pepperoni pizza Tony ordered. The only thing that could make your evening even better was seeing your Munchkins again; luckily you don't have to wait long for that to happen.

Around 8:30 PM, you hear some stumbling. Hudson and Orion are running into the living room, practically lunging themselves onto the couch where you and Tony are cuddling as the fifth Harry Potter movie is just starting.

"Hi, my sweet Munchkins. Did you have fun with Nanna and Jackson today?" Tony asks as he pulls Orion onto his lap for a big hug. Hudson is already curling against your side for his fill of cuddles.

"We did! We went on all the rides, and Gramps bought all three of us a stuffie to bring back," Hudson told both of you, and your gaze shot to Jackson, your Mom's fiancé, as you fought back the tears. This is the first time you heard them call him anything other than Jackson, which genuinely warms your heart.

"Yeah, see? I got Mickey Mouse, Orion got Minnie Mouse, and Paxton got Winnie the Pooh because it matches his sweater," he continues as he shows off his new stuffed animal.

"And have you said thank you to Gramps yet?" you ask them, to which they nodded profusely.

"Good, now you two can prepare for bed because you've had a long day today. I'll be with you to tuck you into bed in 10 minutes, okay?" you tell them, and they nod before getting up and going to the room they're sharing, both ready to go to sleep shortly after.

"And now it's time for some cuddles with my Little One," you sigh happily as you take Paxton from your Mom. He's asleep as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, reveling in the cuteness that is your youngest son. He looks exactly like Tony, making your heart flutter whenever you see it. Now, all you need is a little girl who looks like you and the entire set will be complete.

"How did he do today?" Tony asks as he straightens out Paxton's little sweater.

"Oh, he did amazing! He was delighted to meet some of the characters; he ate like a champ and slept perfectly during nap time as the twins were playing on one of the playgrounds. None of them caused us any trouble at all," Virginia tells you both, and you rest your head on Tony's shoulder as you take in the sight of your son.

It's clear to everyone that the baby fever has officially kicked into full gear for both of you, and there's nothing you have ever wished for more. One more baby will complete your family, and you can't wait to meet them when they're here one day.

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[larcenywrites]

How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

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[tonysslut]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝚳𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✿ - fluff ✩ - smut ࿏ - angst

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or republished to any site. This is all purely for fun and fictional, not meant to represent the actual person in any circumstance. Please pay attention to the warnings. They are there for a reason.

✩ dessert for breakfast - tony decides to skip breakfast and have you instead.

✩ training - seeing you train with steve rubs tony the wrong way

✩ put a baby in me ✿ pt.2 - seeing tony holding a baby has your mind running wild with the thought of starting a family.

✩ good morning - you and tony wake up with a need to please each other.

✩ tony weakness - you discover one of tony's kinks

✩ i'm yours - you admit to tony that you're a virgin

✩ together - you suggest something new to try out in the bedroom

✩ honeymoon - the first night of your honeymoon

✩ the dress - tony doesn't like the outfit you picked to go out

✩ make a mess - tony wants to try something new

✩ distraction - you almost blow your mission when tony walks in

✩ the bigger, the better - the size difference between the two of you makes things a little extra exciting

✩ vanilla scented pt.2 - tony misses you on his work trip and uses a special video of you to satisfy his need for you.

✩ worship - tony helps you relax after a long day

✿✩ the wedding - the day you marry tony

✩ nsfw alphabet

✩ sneaking out - you sneak out of the house in order to avoid tony ripping your clothes into sherds again, only to find him waiting for you when you get back.

✩ the gala - your neediness gets you in trouble

✩✿ lab partners - a movie night leads to tony expressing his love for you

✩ surprise - you find a special way to wake tony up

✩ the bet - your stubbornness leaves you deprived

✩ choke me - you discover a new kink

✿ the proposal - your christmas present comes with an extra surprise

✿ waiting for a baby - moments throughout your pregnancy

✩ the road trip - you get impatient and decide to reach your release yourself, hoping to persuade Tony

✩ his gold chain - tony's gold necklace becomes a temptation

࿏ bend the rules - you finally decide to confront tony, but things don't go as planned.

✩ misbehaving - you interrupt tony’s meeting

࿏ the return home - tony comes home after the final battle, but he's unrecognizable

✩ holding back - tony tried being gentle, but he just can't hold back anymore

✩✿ kiwi - you use your safe word

࿏ betrayal - you fall out of love with tony

✩ forbidden desires - tony takes you to the bathroom for a quickie

✩ possessive - tony gets possessive when he sees you interacting with another man at his gala

✿ he loves me, he loves me not - your sugar daddy/baby relationship becomes more than what it was meant to be

✩ spare parts - tony can't stop working on a car so you distract him

✩ take control - you help tony relax

✩ just your boss - late night in the office brings you closer to your boss

✩✿ the starks - drabbles and mini-stories of y/n and tony’s relationship through the years.

✩✿࿏ i could be better boyfriend than him - steve disappears after the accords, leaving you without a way to contact or track him down. heartbroken and vulnerable, tony builds you back up again. what happens when steve decides to show up again?

✩✿࿏ just my boss - one late night at the office brings you closer to your boss in ways you didn't expect. will you end up regretting your decision? or will you own it and see where things go?

✩ tony’s top 5 kinks

✩ tony’s top 5 positions

✩ mob boss tony

✿ getting tony's name tattooed on your body

✿ tony gets your name tattooed on his body

✿✩ helping tony shave

✩ phone sex

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

if you're taking requests, could you write something about young!Tony taking his girl on a date to a drive-in movie or to picnic date at the park 🥺 maybe some smut in the car or at a secluded deserted place like a nearby canyon or something? it's all up to you

To more drive-in Movie dates

Pairing: Young! Tony x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, heavy make out? Fluff.

A/N: Helloo my Stark squad! Back from a sabbatical. Hope y’all are doing well?! Enjoy ;)

Word count: Close to 900-1000 I want to say? Idk.

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The inside of his car was quiet but you were confident the inside of his genius mind was all chaos. Okay, to be fair, your predicament wasn’t dissimilar either.

This was your third official date with Tony Stark - the most sought after, intelligent, handsome boy in your class. The two of you had been friends for a while before one day you felt a switch in your dynamic and an attraction began to bloom, one that was mutual to your relief.

You just clicked when you were together, it was easy and comfortable, but that same time there were sparks and well, all sorts of naughty thoughts that kept you up on most nights.

There were several occasions where you two had sneaked away into deserted classrooms to share a steamy kiss or two, hands wandering over your bodies but nothing beyond that. You wanted to take it slow and Tony understood that.

Tonight was different though. You could feel it. Palpable sexual tension was the best you could describe it.

Glancing to your left, your eyes shamelessly roamed over Tony’s handsome silhouette that was occasionally bathed in warm yellow by the passing streetlights. His floppy hair that your fingers longed to caress, his thick, kissable lips that he criminally teased you with.

All of him was irresistible tonight.

His floppy dark hair that your fingers longed to caress, his thick juicy lips that had you dreaming for days, his wandering hands that roamed your curves with abandon. Your mind let out a longing sigh.

“Did you say something?” Tony’s soft voice broke you out of your daydream.

“Huh? No! Nothing. Nothing at all.” Your cheeks warmed as you straightened up, looking the other way to hide your flushed state.

“Well, you thought of something. Tell me. You know I won’t let up.” Tony’s hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, coaxing you further.

Nothing went past the genius.

“Nothing you just, you look very handsome tonight.” You went for it, knowing he wouldn’t let you be in peace if you didn’t spill your guts. Tony smirked and brought your hand upto his lips to kiss the back softly.

“Why, thank you sweetheart. You’re the stunner though, you look gorgeous.” He chuckled, keeping your entwined hands close to his chest as he drove you closer to the drive-in movie location you had zeroed in on weeks ago.

As traditional dates and Tony Stark go, this was by far your most cliché date yet, you were excited nonetheless.

…

Halfway through the movie, your thoughts went back to the man beside you who was unknowingly teasing his bottom lip with his tongue, something you wish you hadn’t seen because it was enough to distract you.

The close proximity, his intoxicating scent, the whole cosy atmosphere was driving you insane and all you wanted to do was grab him and kiss him until you forgot your own name.

You had a feeling your thoughts could have been loud enough for Tony to hear, because he chose the same moment to draw you closer and drape his arm around your shoulder, his thumb gently caressing your exposed skin. Even the slightest touch was enough to rile you up as you pressed your thighs together.

Tony’s face was closer than it was before now, enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks. His smirk was evident as he pressed his soft lips against your flushed skin, waiting for you to turn around and face him.

Meeting his darkened gaze, you were certain it matched yours before your eyes closed and lips met in a kiss. It wasn’t one of those that was meant to be innocent or soft, this was filled with need. Need to taste the other, need to forget your surroundings and focus on nothing else but Tony.

He cupped your face tenderly before letting his fingers weave through your hair, letting out a soft sigh against your lips. The packet of candy slipped from your lap as you angled your body towards Tony, your own hands sliding up his neck, pulling him close.

His tongue teased your lips before plunging inside, giving you a taste of the sweet candy laced with that perpetual coffee taste that was associated with Tony Stark.

You let out a soft mewl as Tony captured your tongue and sucked on it ardently, hands tugging on your hair now.

“Come here.”

He murmured against your lips, helping you straddle his lap on the driver’s seat before he pushed it a tod accommodate your new position.

It wasn’t a surprise that the tent formed in his pants met you as sat with your legs on either side, pulling his soft, brown hair as his lips descended along the column of your throat.

Tony left no inch of your skin untouched as your make out session turned the car windows foggy. Lust bloomed deep within you as Tony’s hips acted on their own accord and lifted up to meet your core, wanting nothing more than to let him have his way with you right there.

It was a heady mix for your senses, making you realize you had never felt for someone so intensely, a primal desire that you possibly couldn’t describe in words.

“I want you, Y/N.” Tony’s lips parted from your skin, his lust-blown brown orbs peering into yours as he whispered.

His voice traveled straight down to your core, stoking the fire that burned deep within your belly. But a part of you knew your first time together with Tony wouldn’t be in the back of a car seat.

“I’m not having sex with you in this car, Stark.” You whispered, sounding out of breath as your fingers tangled with his soft, dark hair.

Chuckling when he gave you an adorable pout, you kissed his puckered lips, lingering them there.

“But…I didn’t say we couldn’t do other stuff.”

Raising an eyebrow, you let a hand slide down into Tony’s pants to palm his strained cock.

Watching him shudder under your touch was a whole other level of high, his mouth fell open as he let out a shaky breath, hips bucking forward towards your touch.

“You little minx.” Tony whispered before pulling you forward to kiss you.

Promptly Tony’s hand slipped between your bodies and inside your pants to find your warmed entrance. You hissed as his fingers gathered the slick from your folds, swirling it over to open you for him.

“Jesus honey, you’re soaked for me.” He mumbled, his husky voice sent you further into the depths of desire you felt for this man.

His thumb rubbed circles over your clit while he lazily pushed a finger inside your tight heat, reveling in the way you reacted.

You worked in tandem, a sexy steady pace to pleasure each other while the rest of the audience reacted to the movie that played in the backdrop. Breaths entwined, you touched foreheads as you continued bringing each other closer and closer to climax.

Tony’s agile fingers expertly tended to your needs, adding another finger to stretch you further whilst rubbing your bundle of nerves. It was a challenge continuing to stroke Tony’s length while being so close to your orgasm, but you were determined to make him come with you.

It took a swipe against his swollen tip and his curling fingers inside your walls to push you two over the edge, your legs shook as you came around Tony’s fingers, letting out a shuddered moan that he swallowed by kissing you.

You felt his cum across your hand as he emptied himself, a grunt echoing from his chest as you continued milking him.

After kissing him for what felt like an eternity, you came down from your highs eventually and with cheeky grins.

“More drive-in movie dates?” You whispered, pecking his lips a couple of times, smiling when he chuckled heartily.

“You bet.”

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

I Don’t Care

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, You, Female Reader, Howard Stark

Word Count: 1368 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  'Cause I don't care, When I'm with my baby, yeah

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Marvel, Pre Stark Deaths, Kisses, Established Relationship, Feelings of Inadequecy, Arguing, Dancing, Parties, Teasing, Fluff, Angst, Tony and Howard’s Tense Relationship, I Don’t Care // Ed Sheeran

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Tell me again why we have to be at this thing,’ Tony said as he took a sip of champagne. ‘Because your Dad’s the head of the company,’ I said, ‘and I love free food.’ ‘Ah, I might have known there would be an ulterior motive with you,’ he said looking down at me with a wry smile. ‘Well actually,’ I said taking a small sip of my own drink, ‘there’s more than one.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ he asked quirking an eyebrow. ‘Yeah,’ I smiled as I looked out into the crowd. There were at least a hundred people in this grand function room. What the function was actually for I couldn’t tell you. All I had been told was that the Starks expected Tony to be present which meant I also had to attend for…moral support. People milled around boozing and schmoozing but we stayed on the fringes. Tony hated these functions. He hated that his Dad forced him to participate. That he made him rub shoulders with the rich and sometimes famous. Tony nudged me apparently impatient enough not to ask me what my motives were.

‘What?’ I toyed with him pretending I didn’t know what his question was going to be. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘spill your reasons.’ ‘Well number one is obviously free food,’ I said. ‘Obviously.’ ‘And free booze comes a close second,’ I said. ‘Naturally,’ he smirked. ‘And,’ I said leaning in so I could whisper in his ear, ‘you look hot in a tux.’ ‘Oh really?’ he said. I nodded and grabbed his glass from his hand downing the drink in one. He raised his eyebrows as he watched me. I placed it down on the table beside us and grabbed his hand. ‘Yeah,’ I said after a minute, ‘and because you do look so good tonight…I think you should dance with me.’ ‘Oh I don’t dance,’ Tony said as I grabbed him by the hand and started tugging him towards the dance floor. ‘Oh come on,’ I said tugging hard but he dug his heels in and I struggled to move him.

‘Tony Stark doesn’t dance,’ he said pulling me back to him. His hands fell on my hips and he tried to pull me in to kiss him but I leaned out of his way and folded my arms across my chest. ‘Babe,’ he grumbled but I turned my head away. ‘I don’t make out with people at parties,’ I said. ‘Oh I have some memories that dispute that fact,’ he chuckled leaning in so his face was mere inches from mine. ‘Well if you’re not gonna dance with me then memories will be all you have to rely on tonight,’ I said. ‘You really want me to dance with you?’ he grumbled. I turned my head to him with a massive grin plastered all over my face. ‘More than anything,’ I said in a sickeningly sweet voice that sounded completely unlike me.

Tony sighed and offered his hand up which I grabbed with gusto as I led him through the crowd of people. There were plenty of people standing around socialising and networking but there was a small dancefloor just past the crowd that had a few couples on it, blowing off some steam. As we got to it the song changed to a slow song I didn’t recognise. Tony pulled me into him, wrapping one hand around my waist and the other holding my other hand. He stood up straight as he gently moved us round the dancefloor in complete rhythm with the music. I watched him closely. His brown eyes were watching the people around him, not me, but he seemed not to be interested in them rather he was focusing on the dance.

‘Are you counting the beats?’ I said with a giggle. ‘You asked me to dance with you,’ he said as if it were obvious. ‘Tony Stark,’ I said with faux shock, ‘are you a secret dancer?’ ‘I said I don’t dance not that I can’t,’ he said looking at me properly. He was leading us expertly in a slow yet elegant dance that fit perfectly with the classical music theme that the band was putting out. ‘Oh I bet you know them all don’t you,’ I giggled, ‘the fox trot, the waltz, ooh can you jive?!’

He looked away from me and pursed his lips as if he was sucking on a lemon before he mumbled quietly, ‘my mom made me take a class with all genres okay?’

I burst into a fit of giggles attracting attention from all around us. Tony scowled but there was a smile behind his eyes. ‘Oh I can just picture you as a little dancer,’ I sighed, ‘bet you impressed all the girls huh?’ ‘Well, it was me and twenty other posh kids all of which were girls so yeah. I did alright,’ he chuckled. ‘Well I’m happy you picked me to be your dance partner tonight,’ I said moving so my arms were wrapped around his neck. His hands slipped to my hips as he pulled me into him. We weren’t properly dancing now just rotating in a slow circle. His big brown eyes were watching me with adoration that made my heart swell.

‘I’d always pick you,’ he said leaning down. His nose bumped against mine a little before he captured my lips between his soft ones. I leaned into it until my tongue probed his bottom lip begging him to let me deepen the kiss. He did and I felt his hands travel down under my ass, cupping it gently. Finally, with a sigh of contentment, we broke apart. Before we could kiss again someone appeared at the side of us. An older gentleman with a pencil moustache, white hair and the same gorgeous brown eyes as Tony. Howard Stark.

‘This isn’t a frat house Anthony,’ he said with a tight smile that widened as someone passed by us. ‘Mr Stark I’m sorry it was me-’ I started but Tony cut me off, ‘don’t bother.’ ‘Tony,’ Howard said with a warning in his voice. ‘Whatever,’ Tony sneered, ‘you know what how about we just get out of your way?’

And before anyone else could say anything Tony was storming off through the dancefloor, practically dragging me across behind him as I teetered along in my high heels. I had to jog to keep pace with him as he took us out of the grand room into a smaller one that adjoined it. There were a couple of spare tables and chairs inside. A beat-up old couch sat in the corner and he flopped down onto it with a thud. I clambered onto the seat beside him and tucked myself into him. I pushed my dress off my legs so I could swing them across his legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, stroking his hair softly. We sat there for a moment in silence.

‘Are you okay?’ I said after a moment. ‘Yeah,’ he grumbled. ‘I mean really?’ I said, ‘because you don't have to lie to me. If you’re not okay I-’ ‘Y/N really I’m fine,’ he said kissing my cheek. ‘Really?’ I asked quietly. ‘Yeah,’ he said fiddling with the edge of my dress, ‘he just bugs me is all.’ ‘I know,’ I said sadly. I knew Tony and his father didn’t have the best relationship but I had to admit, it seemed whatever Tony did was never good enough. ‘He just always has something to complain about. Something’s always wrong. Or I’ve always messed up somehow,’ he said. ‘Not to me,’ I said as my fingers ran through his soft brown locks. ‘I know, I could tell from that kiss,’ he smirked. ‘Hey maybe your dad was right,’ I said, ‘who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t broken us up.’ ‘Sure would’ve made this party more exciting that’s for sure,’ Tony chuckled. ‘I bet you wouldn’t even care,’ I said. ‘I never do,’ he said, ‘not when I’m with you. Nothing else matters.’ ‘Tony Stark are you going soft on me?’ I giggled. ‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but even if I am I don’t care.’ ‘Me either.’

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[darkdemeter]

OLD DRAFT CONCEPT : " GUARD DOG "

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader (x slight Natasha Romanoff)

A/N — Here's a little bedtime story for ya'll. Old draft concept for an upcoming and looong oneshot for Wanda in a mafia au setting. Bits and pieces may be recognised in the published column plot wise but overall, we're taking an alternate route, my babbies.

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Alcohol consumption — mafia business and semi dark themes — profanity — mention of death and murder — mention of black market and auction — reader and Nat have some history — player reader Tony is so proud — Alexander Pierce is of course an arsehole, what else is new? — Rumlow is a bad guy (duh) — I think that's it?

An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true. 

Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation. 

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration. 

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market. 

That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay. 

At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t every single cent he spent on you three years ago. 

Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs. 

The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs. 

Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one. 

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.” 

You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot. 

Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment.

“Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particular deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need a refill and pronto. 

“People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.” 

“He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere oopsie?”

You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.” 

Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women. 

You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his fold, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work. 

For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless. 

When Steve casts a hardened stare your way and you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

“Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your refurbished liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress? 

“Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun. 

“Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

“Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, Sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.” 

She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow. 

Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support. 

Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs. But she never committed to joining forces. 

You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress. 

Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand. 

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included. 

Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous. 

She’s facing you, back arched and ass resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, the sweet bouquet of lavender rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin. 

“I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow. 

Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

“Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress. 

“You really think she wants a guard dog?” 

“Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you. 

“We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

“No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

“I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

“And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

“Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you. 

You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you. 

“Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue. 

At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head. 

“I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.” 

Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave, because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

“I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help. 

Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing. 

“Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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sinful I

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames

you could always tell when stephen strange was in a room you were in without even looking. he was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. it was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.

you knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. you had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. you had to find a way to make him go away. you could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. you wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. that look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. fucking Christ.

he was 40 years old. the thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. he carried himself with authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. his eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. you shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. something important about presenting to the government. it was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. shit.

“stark.” he confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. closer than any other coworker would.

“oh. good morning, stephen.” you spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. it wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. you were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. the elevator slowly went up. 

“you seem nervous, stark.” he looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. 

“just not a public speaker, that's all.” you managed to squeak out. you could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. you couldnt. you were only 26, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. the elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. stephen scoffed and hit the ‘open door’ button. nothing. he chuckled under his breath. 

“we can miss this meeting. oh please no.” you started pressing the button as you panicked.

“oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” he stood facing you. darling. get fucked. 

“i don’t know what game you’re playing, strange. now could you just portal us out of here?” you checked your watch. “we’re 7 minutes late.”

“i don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important government meeting, now is it?” you sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you. 

“why don’t we just sit tight, mm? nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical united nations member has to say.” he stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. you nodded, what else could you do? you were stuck. slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. he did the same. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” you mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. oh. that’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” te bit back. being tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat. 

“what, you tight on money or something, strange? need me to spot you? buy you lunch?” you scoffed. he laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. you crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? jesus - you thought to yourself. 

she looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. you leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him. 

“oh here. let me fix this for you.” you whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother. 

“hi darling..” he whispered seductively. you were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen. 

“dont get all shy on me now, hm?” he laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw. 

“stephen.. we can’t. it would be wrong. this is sinful” you whispered against his lips. 

“then why does it feel so right? i see the way you look at me. the way your breath hitches in your throat when i walk in front of you. the way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave. we'll stop.” he stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. you kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.

you wanted to stay. he was hypnotizing, it was cruel. you launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. he groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek. you felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. you pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his. 

he lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. he was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. he rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. he slowly moved you forward, rocking you, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. you were inexperienced, shy. no man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. he did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you. 

“that feels good, huh baby? oh fuck. keep making those pretty noises for me. anyone ever made you feel like this?” he groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. you closed you eyes in embarrassment. the answer was no. you shook your head gently, rocking against him, mewling.

"atta girl" he groaned in your ear.

“oh stephen..shit.” you moaned, louder than before. he grabbed your waist, stopping you. 

“keep moving, and i won't be able to stop. at least let me be a gentlemen” he scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket. 

“you dirty liar!” you scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.

“oh come on sweetheart, you know i always have it on me.” he chuckled, walking through the portal. you were in his bedroom. the dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. the 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. he laid you down on the bed. part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. tt was almost as if he could read your mind. 

“i’m bad for you baby. i want to be selfish with you, i’ve wanted this for so long.” he said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.

"be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" you were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper.

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My Problematic Girl - Chapter 1

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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Pine trees, old gates, red bricks, this is the same view Steve saw every day for the past two years at Stark University he attended as an art student. 

He always remembered the moment he got a scholarship and was accepted to this prestigious university. 

It was the first time he felt alive. 

He thought when his problem with tuition had been solved, he could enjoy being a university student compared to high school. 

But it turned out to be the same. Every student here is super rich; they come to uni with their sports car, or their driver drives them to uni. 

They live differently from Steve, who has to work different types of part-time jobs to get more money and pay hospital bills for his mother. 

On the first day of class, the way rich kids look at Steve when they see him walk into the class, they know he doesn’t have the same life standards as them. 

Steve tried to be friendly with them; they were nice at first. But he realised they were using his talents to do their work. They treat him like, ‘It’s a privilege to hang out with us; you should be grateful.’

Since then, Steve decided it was better to be a loner. With only eight months left, he will graduate and no longer have to meet these people. His footsteps stop in front of the class door. 

"Did you watch the game last night?"

"You bet, and guess what? I sat with the club owner."

“Girls, my dad got us the ticket for that concert.”

That’s what Steve heard every day in his class. He couldn’t join the conversation because of his financial status. 

Steve took the headphones from his pockets and put them on his ears. No one even bothered to say Hi when he walked into the classroom. 

That’s good because if one of his classmates greets him, they want Steve to do their work. It’s better to be invisible or a wallflower. 

He went to his table, dropped the old canvas backpack, and took out the sketchbook. 

Since Steve was a kid, drawing was the only way for him to escape from reality. He forgot how his abused father, sick mother and snobby classmates were.

While drawing, Steve heard one of the female students start gossiping. One of the nice perks of being invisible, he could get a lot of gossip in this university.

“My father met the chancellor yesterday and heard a new student will join this class.”

“Before one semester to graduate? That’s unbelievable, but how?”

“I heard she’s close with Tony Stark. I guess one of his young girlfriends?”

“No, euuh.”

All the gossipers start laughing like they are better than anyone. But Steve agreed with one thing, what kind of person could attend a class last semester?

Suddenly the class door opened, and it was Prof. Abraham Erskine; before he walked into the room, he turned back and signalled, ‘Wait’. 

He put his documents on his table and looked at his students. “Guys, you have new friends. Please be nice to her, alright?” 

“Yeah.”

“Perfect.” Prof.Erskine clapped his hands once and waved his hand towards the person behind the door. “Come in.”

The rumour is true; a new student is joining the class. 

Everyone could see her arrogant attitude when she walked into the room. 

But the way she dressed from head to toe took the attention of every female student. 

One of the females who sat in front of Steve whispered to her friend, “Did she wear those shoes to class, and that watch… cost more than this class tuition.”

“Who is she? If she were in the socialite club, I would’ve known.”

“Her name is Y/N L/N; starting today, she will study with us until last semester.” Prof.Erskine looked at Y/N and said, “Please be nice and don’t make trouble in my class.” 

Everyone gasped when they heard their Professor beg this one student. 

“Shit, she’s that bit*h.”

Steve turned to one male student who immediately closed his mouth. 

“Who?”

“Remember that chaotic night at the H club? She kicked one of the guests to the table. She didn’t even apologise and continued her drink.”

“Ohh, I heard a drunk guy won't leave the female guest. She kinda helps the victim.”

"I remember she went to the same school as me. She kicked a teacher to the window and threw the table at him."

"She didn't get in any trouble?"

“Her father is the CEO of a Law Firm."

"Her parents gave her a penthouse, and I heard she always held amazing parties."

"That's cool. We should ask her later to hang out with us."

Steve shook his head; how fast their opinion changed when they knew she had money.  

Prof. Erskine didn��t bother with his students, who kept whispering. He told Y/N, “You could sit near the window with that boy. His name is Steve.”

Y/N nodded and went to the chair where the Professor pointed his finger. Everyone in the class stops talking and watches her whenever she walks. Their eyes are looking in Steve's direction. 

Their gaze made him nervous; today was not his lucky day. He lowered his head and continued sketching. 

Nothing happened when she sat beside him. Steve thought he had to greet and introduce himself. But it’s unnecessary because she grabs a tablet and wireless headphones and starts playing games. 

Everyone widened their eyes; the audacity of her being impolite and arrogant was on another level.

What Steve had in mind, ‘Ah, another rich kid.’

Professor Erskine didn’t even bother; he opened his laptop and set up the projector. “We will continue the study of Leonardo Da Vinci of his … … …”

Steve looked to the front,t but then he glanced at the new student. Before, she played games, and now she reads online comic books.

'Wait, did she read it from that website?'

She looked at him and caught him off guard. Steve nodded his head and looked back to the front. His face felt hot because that was embarrassing.

After the class ended, the first person who stood up after the Professor left was Y/N. A few people tried to approach her, but Y/N replied to them by saying, "Get lost."

Steve was confused; on the first day, Y/N had started to make an enemy. She could quickly join the clique if she wanted to, but it doesn’t seem like she cares.

‘Bzzt.’

Steve opened the message on his phone that said, “New 24 pages. Do you want to take the job?”

He immediately typed, “Yes.” It's an offer for extra money; Steve wouldn't say no. 

“Steve, I have to talk about your final project.” Professor. Erskine asked him. For their final, every student has to make an exhibition. Usually, universities will provide a warehouse for students. 

But now their curriculum has changed; the uni wants the students to find the place for their exhibition independently. 

Almost all the students have no problem with this except Steve. He couldn't even afford his rent. How can he get money to rent a place just for one day? 

That's why Prof. Erskine asked Steve about a sponsor. 

“Have you found the sponsor?" 

"Not yet, sir."

Steve gulped, he wanted to ask, but he didn't know anyone willing to give their money to sponsor an art student.

Prof. Erskine sighed. "I hope you will find a sponsor during the winter break, Steve. I know you will." He carried all his stuff and left the classroom. 

Steve sighed heavily; he wished he knew one person with money. 

Then he saw the new student, Y/N, looking at his sketchbook. He grabbed the book from her hand. 

“Ah, sorry.” He wanted to scold her, but Steve didn’t expect her to apologise. He put the sketchbook into his bag and gathered all his stuff to leave. 

“Wait.”

Steve's body stopped when he heard that. Then he saw Y/N grabbed her wallet and took an old photo. She shows it to him. It's a small photo in black and white colour, the paper also being crumpled or folded many times. When he saw it, he noticed the woman in the photo looked like Y/N. 

“Could you draw her to be 40 years old? In this photo, she’s 25 years old. I saw your drawing. The way you do the shadow and wrinkles is nice.”

Steve doesn't know how to feel since he never got a compliment from his classmates. 

“You won’t do it for free, of course. I will pay for it. Please?”

Steve takes a good look at her face. When she talks like this, it doesn’t seem like the same person from the class. And she asked nicely, and she was willing to pay. 

“Ok.”

“Great, I will give you the deposit first.” She took $200 hundred from her pocket and handed it to Steve's hands. 

His hands tremble because his drawing would only cost around $75. This money is enough to pay for groceries for a month. 

"Uhm, it's too much." Steve felt guilty if he took the money. He handed back the money to her. 

His act made Y/N quiet for a while; he thought she was mad at him, and she probably felt offended, but instead, she said, "No, for her, it's worth it."

When she said those words, Steve could feel the sadness in her voice. He doesn't know the meaning behind the story, but he will do his best to draw the photo. 

"I will finish this in 3 days."

"That fast?"

Her question made him curious, is she an art student? 

"Are you-?" 

"Y/N!!!"

Before Steve asks her, someone yells her name. He turned back and saw the chancellor of Stark University, Tony Stark. 

It's difficult to meet him, even though there are only two places to find him: the engineering lab or a nightclub. He's a famous playboy but also a genius. 

So, to make him come by to this building is fantastic. And he's here for Y/N. 

Is the rumour true that she's Tony's side chick?

"Nice to meet you, Steve. See you tomorrow."  Y/N smiled at Steve and went to Tony. 

He saw both of them walking together. Perhaps the rumour may be true. 

Steve shook his head; it was not even his business. He should go home quickly and start drawing since he got two jobs today. 

When he gets home, he turns on his old PC, grabs his drawing tablet and opens the storyboard he received. 

Steve clicked his tongue; as a freelance artist, he can't say no to his client, but his morals get tested every time he gets a new storyboard from the client. 

His work is drawing for Hentai comics. Some people see this as disgusting, but some people will like it. And Steve works with the people who are willing to pay. He will receive any request from the website called www.readwithme.com

This is the biggest secret he kept if anyone from the university knew his work. He could get dropped out. He even kept it from his best friend, Bucky. 

He carefully picks a secret name and uses another email so no one will figure him out. His ID is VioletDust18. 

Many people have read his works and subscribed to the story. He doesn't get paid much, but it's enough to pay the bills and rent...

He already got the rough sketch and opened the reference to start drawing. Steve didn't feel aroused when he looked at the photo or storyboard.

When the clock showed 9.00 p.m, Steve finished three pages. He stopped when he felt hungry. He opened up his wallet and saw $200. Today he will order a food delivery to treat himself, and tomorrow, he will buy groceries. 

Suddenly Y/N appeared in his mind. He is grateful that she pays more than enough. But one thing that worries him is that she opens the website with Steve’s artwork. 

She seems like not an art student. She probably wouldn't notice. 

Yeah, it's better if she didn't notice, and after he's done with her request, she will ignore him.

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The Blind Date? (Part 2 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none...? I know I promised fluff but I lied haha sorry also... I don't know why I made Tony such an ass but I did lol

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Unfortunately your date isn't going nearly as well as Loki's mission... which could also be going better.

A/N: Once again life really got in the way... I'm sorry it took so long to post the second part. Hopefully the third part will be up much easier. This got away from me a little but trust the process lol

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(Y/N POV)

"Would it be possible to get a table closer to the back, where it's quieter?" Loki asks and the woman nods in response, barely looking up at him.

She motions for a waiter to lead you to a table for two in the farthest corner of the space. As you walk through the restaurant, you think it's a bit odd that no one takes notice of Loki. None of wait staff or the other diners even so much as glance at the tall, raven haired prince as he follows you closely. You wonder if Tony Stark or Thor are able to go out as unnoticed as he seemed to be.

You're also more then a little surprised by how content Loki appears to be with the lack of attention from everyone. Although you don't know him quite yet, what little you had seen of him in press conferences would have made you assume he enjoyed being recognized. He almost never attended the interviews with the team but when he did, he always managed to steal the spot light from the other Avengers. You even joked with your friends about how much it appeared to annoy Captain Rogers when Loki was the center of attention.

You reach the table and Loki pulls out your chair, something none of your other blind dates had ever done for you. You smile, looking down to hide a slight blush as he brushes your back lightly. He places his black suit jacket over the back of his chair and you find yourself trying not to stare at how well his dark green dress shirt hugs his chest and arms. He straightens his tie a bit and takes both menus from the waiter, handing you one. You open the menu then close it, feeling confused as you read the cursive writing on the cover.

"Is everything alright with your menu?" Loki asks, looking curiously at you.

"Oh, yes. It's fine, sorry," you answer quickly with a nervous laugh and he nods, thankfully not interested enough to ask any further questions. You don't want to start the night off by telling him you didn't even know the correct name for the restaurant you were in. You were so sure Michelle said it was called the Red Peak but you don't remember seeing a sign out front, there was just a red logo of a mountain on the door. Apparently you should have written it on your note. You open the menu again and sigh at the thought of your friends making fun of you for not realizing you were at the Crimson Hill. So close, you think to yourself.

(LOKI POV)

You nod at Y/N's response and use the menu to hide the fact that you are looking around the room for your targets. You hear Rogers chattering away in your ear as you observe the two Hydra targets walk behind Y/N to their table. Both men hand their coats to a young woman then take their seats at one end. The taller man places a black briefcase on the floor between their chairs and they begin the talk quietly. One of the doors to the kitchen swings open and the waiters quickly clear a path. Two men in dark suits and three women in brightly colored dresses exit the kitchen followed a moment later by a much older man. The Hydra agents stand to greet their hosts with handshakes and hugs, clearly this wasn't a first meeting as the team had assumed.

As soon as all the targets are settled at their table, you take your phone out of your pocket and act as if you've just received a message. "I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a moment. I have to make a call," you say, standing up without waiting for her to respond.

You check the bathroom to ensure it is completely empty then lock the door to the room before angrily responding to Rogers, "You talk far too much Captain. How am I supposed to think if you are never quiet for more then five seconds at a time?"

"You aren't there to think, you're there to watch the targets," he replies in your ear and you roll your eyes.

Stark adds, "While we are on the subject of you thinking, what the hell were you thinking letting that woman know who you really are? That wasn't part of the plan."

"I adjusted the plan. I saw no reason to waste a perfectly good date," you tell them.

"No reason-," Stark says obviously frustrated, "No reason? You're on a recon mission, not an actual date."

"Laufeyson, you need to fix this now," Rogers says, only slightly calmer than Stark sounds.

You smirk at your reflection as you run your fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, I simply cannot do that," you say.

"And why is that?" Rogers asks, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"How am I to explain my sudden change in appearance when I sit across from her again? Even if she believes I am the same person, I doubt very much you would like me to explain to her that I am here on a mission and only using her as part of my disguise," you wait for them to respond, you can hear Stark sigh deeply. "Or perhaps, you would rather it appear as if Loki walked out on her before we even order appetizers? That really is quite rude, even for me don't you think Captain?" Again, you pause for a moment before adding, "Perhaps it would be best if I were to create an entirely new form since several members of the wait staff have seen this version of me with her already. It might seem a bit peculiar if I suddenly go back to the bar in search of another date while she waits for me to return."

"I can't believe this..." Stark mumbles then after a short pause finally says, "Fine." You try not to wince at how loud he yells that one word in your ear. "Don't screw this up any more than you already have, Laufeyson," he warns you.

"Don't forget, you're still on probation and I will make sure all of this goes in my report for Fury," Rogers adds.

(Y/N POV)

You bite your nails as you look around the restaurant then back at the empty seat across from you. You still can't believe Michelle would really set you up with Loki and not tell you. Normally she was so bad at keeping her own secrets she would tell what she bought you for your birthday the minute she left the store.

How did she even manage to set this up, you wonder. She never told you she had even met him and you had asked several times about the Avengers, more specifically about Loki. The God of Mischief might not be everyone's favorite but your friends knew he was your celebrity crush. Michelle even joked that you two were destined to be sister-in-laws since she thought Thor was the best looking. Neither of you were surprised when Jess said she preferred the former Winter Soldier, he did look oddly similar to her fiancé Sebastian, although she claimed she didn't see it.

"I'm sorry about that," you hear Loki say from behind you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he passes.

"Its ok. Is everything alright?" you ask, noticing how unhappy he seems.

"Yes," he answers, barely making eye contact with you. "Just a small issue with work," he vaguely explains.

You don't respond, unsure if you are able to ask him anything specific about work. You sit in silence for a few moments until the waiter appears and takes your order, then the two of you are alone again.

"So..." you start slowly, trying to think of something to talk about. "How do you like the city so far?"

"What?" he asks.

You can tell his attention isn't on you, but on the beautifully dressed women at the table behind you. You shrug before asking him again, "I was wondering if you like the city?"

"Yes," he responds in a less then believable tone.

"Well quiet was an understatement," you mumble, looking away from him across the room.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his attention finally shifting to you.

You look back at him quickly, of course that he heard. "I guess I was looking for more than a one word answer," you tell him. "Its kind of hard to have a conversation like that."

He's quiet for a minute and you start to grow nervous that you've offended him. He takes a sip of his water then says, "The city has its moments... It still doesn't feel like home and I'm not convinced it ever will but I think I'm getting used to being here. I will admit I do enjoy the libraries and the different types of museums but I don't often get to spend as much time in them as I would like."

"Have you been to the Museum of Natural History?" you ask, a bit more excited than you hoped.

"I have once," he smiles for a moment then pauses, covering one of his ears briefly as if it's too loud in the restaurant. He continues, "Stark called me back to the Tower for a ridiculous meeting about not filling out some paperwork properly and I had to leave fairly soon after I arrived."

"Oh no, you have to go back. It's one of my favorites," you tell him.

"I can see why you like it so much," he says, his enthusiasm almost matching yours. "I'm hoping to go back soon to visit the rest of it."

"Did you at least get to see the planetarium?" you ask hopefully.

"Unfortunately not," he shakes his head.

"That's horrible, it's the best part," you say then without thinking you add, "Maybe I could go with you next time. I can show you the really cool exhibits first just in case you have to leave for another boring meeting."

(LOKI POV)

You can't help but smile at her offer but it vanishes quickly when you hear Stark in your ear again. "You need to start planting the listening devices," he orders. "You've wasted enough time on her and this pretend date of yours."

You practically bite your tongue to keep from responding to him harshly. Instead you take your phone out of your pocket again, hearing her sigh softly as she sits back in her chair. "I'm sorry, it's my brother. He needs me to call him," you lie and she nods. "When I get back you can tell me more about the planetarium or which parts you liked the best," you suggest, feeling a bit surprised by how interested you are in her opinion of the museum.

"Sure," she says, giving you a half hearted attempt at a smile.

"Get a move on, reindeer games," Stark tells you.

You turn away from the table and when you are out of earshot from Y/N you reply, "You will not speak to me that way Stark. I am not someone you can simply order about."

"That's not what the deal we have with Thor says," he reminds you. "You work for SHIELD which means you do what we want when we want. Is that clear?"

You grind your teeth then force yourself to take a breath before speaking. "Understood," you tell him in a low tone, knowing it truly is this or the dungeons on Asgard.

You continue your way towards the kitchen and carefully mimic the appearance of a waiter who passes you with a tray of food. You walk through the kitchen, keeping your head down and avoiding attention from the other staff. You reach the two tall metal freezer doors in the rear of the kitchen and look over your shoulder.

"Its the door on the left," Rogers reminds you unnecessarily just as you grab the handle. You open the metal door and step into a hallway, closing it as quietly as possible. You look down the hall, there are two doors on one side and three on the other. "Second one on the right side-" Rogers again informs you where to go.

"I am aware of where I need to go Captain," you cut him off. "I did read the file you gave me."

He doesn't respond but you can hear Stark mumble something under his breath as you stand in front of the door that had been marked on the floor plan. You use your magic to unlock the door then take a moment to look around the office before deciding to place the listening device on a shelf behind a stack of slightly dusty books. After testing the device to ensure it is recoding and transmitting to SHIELD, you leave the room and go back to the kitchen.

As you are about to go back into the restaurant, you stop and pick up a pitcher of water and a towel, draping the towel over your arm like the other waiters. You carry the pitcher directly to the table with the targets and begin to refill their glasses, starting with the head of the mob family.

"Oh good, if the mission fails maybe you can get a job here waiting table," Stark says sarcastically and you try not to roll your eyes.

You continue down the table, filling each glass until you get to the two Hydra agents. After pouring water into the shorter man's glass you turn to the taller one who brought the briefcase. Just as you start to refill his glass your eyes wander to Y/N at the next table. Her chin is resting on her palm with her elbow propped up on the table as she pushes her food around with her fork while she waits for you to return.

"Stop!" a deep voice cuts through your thoughts. "What's wrong with you?" You look up at the man stands quickly, the water having overflowed from his glass onto the table and finally his pants.

"I'm so sorry sir," you say, drying off the table with your towel. He grabs his napkin and wipes off his pants while you reach under the table and place the second listening device. He takes a step away from the table and you kneel down, cleaning off his seat with one hand as you place the third device inside one of the pockets on his briefcase. You get up and quickly head back towards the kitchen, knowing the waiter you impersonated is only moments away from being fired.

"Very smooth, Laufeyson," Stark says with a laugh while you transform back into your original disguise.

(Y/N POV)

"Oh good, I was hoping you would get back before it got too cold," you say as Loki takes his seat again.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he says and you feel as if he means it more then the last time he stepped away. "You didn't need to wait for me," he gestures towards your full plate.

You shrug, "It would have been rude not to." He smiles a bit and you ask, "Is everything ok with your brother?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "Yes, nothing that couldn't have waited until I returned to the Tower."

"Brothers really are the worst aren't they?" you joke and he laughs in agreement. "To be fair though, I think younger brothers can be just as annoying as older brothers," you tell him.

"I have a feeling Thor would agree with you about that," he says. The two of you continue to talk while you eat but at you finish the appetizers, he goes quiet while he checks his phone again. He puts it back in his pocket and apologizes.

"So I think it might be time for a small wager," you tell him and he looks at you curiously.

"What kind of wager?" he asks, leaning towards you slightly.

"When my friends and I go out, we put all our phones in the middle of the table, face down and whoever touches their phone first hag to pay for everything," you explain.

"Well it would seem I've lost several times tonight," he says.

"How about we start now?" you suggest, hoping this will help you keep his attention for more then a few minutes at a time.

"That seems fair," he smiles, placing his phone next to yours.

(LOKI POV)

Well, this will be the shortest amount of time it has ever taken you to lose a bet, you think to yourself. She asks you another question and as you start to answer her, Rogers begins talking in your ear again. You manage to ignore him for a few more minutes while you continue your conversation with Y/N but then he becomes harder to block out. Finally you sigh and reach for your phone, your magic making it appear as if someone is calling you.

"I promise, this will be the last time," you tell her. "I really am sorry, darling."

She looks up at you, "I guess you lost the bet."

"It would appear so," you say as you stand up.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you are actually starting to like her," Stark says.

You ignore his comment as you walk towards the coat check room, taking on the appearance of another random waiter who passed you. You knock on the door to the small room and say, "The manager asked to see you on the kitchen."

"Peter?" she asks and you nod. "Sure, can you start here until I get back?" As soon as she leaves you close the door and begin looking through the tracks until you find the coats belonging to the two Hydra agents. Creating a small hole in the lining, you and the last device to the coat of the shorter man and seal it just as the young woman returns.

"He said he didn't need me for anything," she tells you and you shrug.

"I just do what they tell me," you reply and leave the room quickly.

As you are about to reach your table Rogers says, "Great, this whole thing has taken long enough. Just get out of there before anything can go wrong. We can monitor the rest of their meeting from-"

You take the small earpiece out and place it in your pocket.

(Y/N POV)

You look up as Loki walks back towards your table, he places his phone on the table face down under yours. "I'm sorry I've been so rude this evening," he says.

"Its ok," you tell him. "I'm sure it was important."

"It was but it was still wasn't fair of me to keep leaving you like that. It won't happen again," he promises with a smile.

"I hope not," you tell him, feeling a bit better. "Its no fun to be on a blind date by yourself."

"Blind date?" he asks.

You nod, "That reminds me, I wanted to ask how you know Michelle?" you finally ask him.

He looks at you confused and asks, "Who's Michelle?"

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CHAPTER ONE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: Five years after your father’s death, you don’t know how to cope up with the loss, resulting in you joining the life that he had lived before. As you navigate your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced and decided to come after you, knowing that your father is no longer alive, nothing will be able to stop them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! this is my first time writing a fic/imagine. i just had a random idea of reader being john wick’s daughter, and i’m currently hooked in the john wick franchise, so i’m giving this a shot. i’m not sure yet of the romance pairing, but if ever this turns out okay, maybe i’ll add a pairing in the future. though i’m leaning towards it being peter parker x reader. this will be an avengers crossover with john wick. my apologies if there will be typos.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, i had made fictional connections so that my fic would make sense. i don’t own the characters in my story. please do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6,200

WARNINGS: mention of death, blood, knives, and violence.

DIVIDER BY: @delishlydelightfuldividers

FIVE YEARS.

It has been five whole years since your father died. You still clearly remembered receiving a call from one of his closest friends that your father passed away during work, finally succumbing to his injuries. It took you a long time before finally deciding to visit his grave, and there you were standing infront of the tombstone, with an epitaph. He was there, buried right next to your mother.

Loving Husband and Father.

You felt bitter. You let the anger and rage build up inside of you. You don’t know how to let out all of the emotions that you had bottling up. At this point, you are a ticking time bomb, little things can set you off. With the death of your parents and no other relatives, not that you know of, that you can turn to—basically making you an orphan, you never know how you’ll cope up in the harsh realities of this world. So you had resorted to the one thing that your father had promised you not to get involved with, and that is involving yourself in the criminal underworld. Thinking that why not continue your father’s legacy, what could be so wrong about it? It’s not like he’s still alive to berate you for it. You needed an outlet, and this is the closest thing that you can think of.

From there, just like your father, you climbed your way to the top, making you one hell of a legendary figure that was once your father, established yourself in the criminal underworld at a young age. You are a literal carbon copy of your father, how you maneuver and mimic all of his moves. However, no one knew you connections with your father, Jonathan Wick. Your father did all of his best for you to be kept hidden, though a few people know of your existence, yes. But only those people who your father trusted the most.

You don’t go by the name (Y/N) Wick, but (Y/N) Jovanovich—your father’s legal last name. The moment everyone finds out that you’re Jonathan Wick’s daughter, you are done for. Everyone will be coming for your head, using you against your father, and knowing him, you are his weakness. He can’t afford to lose you, just like how he lost your mother. He had decided to teach you basic self defense skills as well, and little by little, you are slowly becoming exposed to his true nature of work and in no time, teaching you everything as well—leading you now to the life you are currently living in.

You had decided to take a break from accepting contracts. After accepting contracts after contracts, you had felt a little burnt out and need to catch your breath, take a breather. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of job, a kid killing other people for a living, being tied to the to the criminal underworld. You should be attending high school right now and learning stuff, you have all the resources—monetary resources, because your father didn’t leave you empty handed when he died. He had solidifed everything to your name, knowing his line of work, he was bound to be gone soon, so he had wasted no time in fixing everything.

That is until one day, you had appeared under SHIELD’s radar. You couldn’t hide everything from them, so they knew everything about you. How you are a daughter of a legendary and elite assassin of the criminal underworld, and surprisingly connected to the one and only Anthony Edward Stark. Turns out you’re not alone in this world after all. Your mother, Helen, was Tony’s closest cousin—until Helen and him had lost contact. Tony was so persistent for you to live with him back at the Avengers compound, but you had refused. You had decided to live on your own, in your family’s house where you had grown up and had focused on rebuilding to keep the memories alive after Santino D’Antonio had blown it up to pieces. But you promised that you’ll visit and hangout with everyone at the compound from time to time.

You had never really showed any interest in joining the avengers, despite how qualified you are. It’s kind of a hypocritical idea for you, you kill people for a living while your uncle’s team saves the world. So that does not really sit well with you, also the publicity that the avengers are getting, it’s bad for you. You prefer a quiet life, a life in the shadows, and that’s a big part of your job. But hey, on the bright side, if they need help, you are always open in helping them in silence and secrecy.

Overall, the avengers were all really nice people when Tony had introduced you to them. They had welcomed you with an open arms, and they were excited to meet someone like you. They still can’t believe that at a young age, you are an elite assassin, a literal force to be reckoned with. Of course they understand your stand on joining them, so they didn’t push it any further, in which you are very grateful about.

“Hey, any family of Tony’s is already a family of ours. Welcome to the family!” Says the star-spangled man when he had met you.

It was a very tiring day, you had just gone back home from hanging out and helping the avengers out in stuff that they needed to do back at the compound. Unlocking your front door, you had been greeted by a dog. It was your dad’s dog, a pit-bull. Your father had never bothered on naming him, but you had taken it upon yourself in naming him ‘Koda’, from your favorite movie when growing up, Brother Bear. Koda had a bit of a time to adjust to his new name, but he came around.

“Hey, Koda! How are you boy? Sorry I had to leave you all alone…again. You know uncle Tony’s policy, no animals in the compound,” You bent down and pat his head, “But sooner or later I’ll have to raise that policy to him, maybe make an exception for you. I don’t want to leave you in this big house all alone whenever I’m out for work.” You sighed.

Koda had been kind of your emotional support dog in some way when your parents passed away, and he makes you really happy, gives you so much joy. You made your way to the kitchen to refill his dog bowl and let him run off in the backyard after finishing his meal to do his thing, while you went upstairs and change into one of your oversized shirt and pajamas.

It was a quiet night. A bit of eerie quiet, but that is how it is every night and you live alone, the neighborhood was peaceful and quiet in general, so kudos to your parents for picking out a good environment to live in. But somehow, there’s this feeling of discomfort in your chest, your chest felt heavy and you don’t know why. You decided to ignore the feeling and went back out to check on Koda. You had opened the sliding door that leads to the backyard for Koda to come in, closed and locked it afterwards. Since you are not sleepy yet, you had decided to have a movie night, preparing some popcorn in the kitchen and grabbing a can of soda.

Turning all of the lights off, the only source of light in the house is the television. You had relaxed yourself on the couch, and Koda had positioned himself beside you. Half way into the movie, you heard a few rustling of bushes outside and paid no attention to it, but you are on high alert. Until it all happened in a blink of an eye. Your body had been thrown off across the room so hard, you had a hard time focusing your vision, you saw that everything around you is slowly being destroyed due to the huge fire consuming it. Koda had rushed to your aid, whining. You had let out a chuckle, knowing that the same thing had happened to your dad. The only difference is that there is no marker binding you.

“Really?! Fucking hell, I just rebuilt this house and some moron decided to mess with the wrong person.” You’re seething with anger, trying to stand up and hissing from the pain.

You slowly and carefully make your way out of the burning house, with Koda guiding you, and stood still in the backyard, slowly watching how the house be destroyed by the fire all over again, with Koda right beside you. You just stayed there, waiting until the help arrived.

“You good, kiddo? What happened?” The police woman, Eliza, asked.

“Gas leak.” Your gaze had remained on the pavement, not bothering looking at her.

“Uh huh.”

“I forgot to check everything before I went to bed.”

“Alright. You got any relatives near the area that you can stay with for the meantime?”

“Yeah.” You stood up, “Have a good evening, officer Eliza.” You began walking away with Koda by your side. Eliza sighed and just stood there, watching you walk away.

It’s was a long walk to the continental, but you have no choice. You had sustained a few minor injury and minor forehead wounds with blood still visible and fresh your shirt. By the time you had reached the continental, the sun was starting to rise.

“Is the manager in?” You asked the concierge.

“Ms. Jovanovich, welcome. Yes, the manager is always in.”

“I would like to talk to the manager. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to announce your presence?”

“Yes please.” You nodded and commanded Koda to stay with the concierge, and made your way to the lounge.

You had arrived in the lounge and saw Winston, the manager of New York’s continental. He motioned you to sit down on the seat infront of him.

“(Y/N), what brings you here? I thought you’re on break.” He chuckled lightly at you, he can see the resemblance of you and your father.

“Yeah, until some moron decided to blow up my house.” You seethed in anger, “Do you know something about this?”

“Not that I know of.” He leaned back on his seat, “Though I heard that some people had finally catch on to you, and discovered your true identity. But you didn’t hear it from me.” You held his gaze, never faltering. He wrote something on the paper, tore it and slowly slide it towards you and took it.

Tarasov.

“You are free to do anything. Since you are not bound by any marker or have accepted a contract, if you want to track the people behind it, be my guest. The continental’s door is always open to you, but always remember, no activities of any kind here in the continental.” You stood up, thanked and bid him goodbye.

You left the continental and began walking to the avengers compound, to seek refuge for the meantime. But you can’t stay there for long, it’s a matter of time before Tarasov catch a whiff of you again, you don’t want the avengers to be involved in this possible personal dispute. They might be the world’s mightiest hero and can defend themselves against Tarasov’s man, but this is your mess to fix. No matter what, you can’t let the avengers be involved.

One of the most important thing that you need to do is you need to get your shit together, you’re angry, of course. But you don’t want to act impulsively without carefully planning everything. The Tarasov mob are once your father’s associates, that is until he had decided to retire so that he can spend the rest of his life with your mother. Viggo Tarasov, the head of the Tarasov mob, gave your father an impossible task to earn his freedom. Life went well with your dad, despite the death of your mother, until his knucklehead of a son, Iosef Tarasov, had decided to mess with your father. But eventually, that said knucklehead had gotten what he deserved, along with his father, Viggo.

Now, the Tarasov mob is being led by Abram Tarasov, Viggo’s brother. He had took on the reigns and steered it back to its original course. Clenching your fist at the sudden realization, you had realized that your father had a close encounter with Abram when he retrieved his car from him, instead of killing him, he had decided to spare his life. Knowing that if Abram messes with your father again, he won’t hesitate to fire a bullet into his head. Now that your father is gone, he’s coming after you. A revenge for what your father did to his brother, Viggo and his nephew, Iosef. He had already learnt of your father’s death and it’s only a matter of time as well before he puts up an open contract, targeting you.

“Abram, that fucking son of a bitch.”

By the time you had arrived at the avengers compound, the sun was already at its peak. The security of the compound had immediately recognized you and let you in. Everyone was already awake and doing their tasks for the day, they haven’t been called for a mission so some of them are present. You had started limping toward the common area and FRIDAY announcing your presence.

“Ms. Jovanovich has arrived.”

Natasha looked up with a smile when friday had announced your arrival, but the smile from her face instantly faltered as soon as she saw your condition.

“Kid, the hell happened to you?!” Sam and Rhodey rushed to help you and sat you gently down on the couch.

You leaned back and rest yourself on the couch, closing your eyes for a bit. Steve, Bucky, Vision, and Clint staring at you as well with full concern visible on their faces. Wanda rushed to the kitchen to get you some frozen peas to numb the pain the you felt on your shoulders, handing it to you quickly and thanking her.

“Fri, please tell Tony and Bruce that (Y/N) is here and is in need of medical attention, ASAP.” Steve commanded Friday.

“Yes Sir.”

“Bruce and Tony are currently in the lab right now, but don’t worry, (Y/N) they’re coming soon.” Steve softly assured you.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, doll?” Bucky asked you softly.

“Some moron decided to have a playtime with a grenade launcher and blow up my house in the middle of the night.” Anger radiating off of you, and had straightened yourself on the couch.

You also sensed the anger from the team when you mentioned the reason why you’re in a bad condition right now. Tony and Bruce came rushing in on the common area, heading straight towards you.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! What the fuck happened to you?!” Tony asked in full panic and anger.

“Some people had blown up her house in the middle of the night.” Wanda said.

“You need to be brought to the med bay, (Y/N). We need to check on your injuries.” Bruce calmly said and nodded at him.

“Tell me the name and I’ll destroy that fucker.” Tony seethed.

“No.” You firmly said, “No one will do anything. I will handle this myself, this is mine alone to fix.”

“Kid are you crazy?” Sam said, “In your condition, you won’t be able to that last long.” You grinned at Sam.

“Thanks for the concern, Sam. But you haven’t seen me fight, have you? I have fought everyone even in my worst condition but I still made it out in one piece. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid.”

“Hate to break it to you guys, but the kid’s right. She’s a natural,” Natasha backed you up, “But I agree with Wilson, you are in no state to fight. At least until you have fully recovered.”

“This is just some minor injuries and gashes, it’s no big deal.”

“Okay, kid. You’re a persistent one, aren’t you,” Tony sighed, “If you want to finish your business, you have to recover first. You are in the compound, so follow the rules. Also, why the hell would someone randomly blow up your house in the middle of the fucking night?” He said as he sat right next to you.

“Well, if you have a father that has a job of being an assassin and legendary figure in the criminal underworld, everyone is bound to come for your head.” You chuckled lightly.

They know informations about you, given what the profile that SHIELD has of you. But there had been information in the file that had been omitted, information that shouldn’t be put in the file for your safety, if ever the file had landed in the wrong hands. So they don’t know everything about you besides what the file from SHIELD says. Even Tony, despite him being your uncle, there are stuff that he doesn’t fully know about you.

Everyone was just looking at you. You sighed and had decided that it’s time for them to know the truth. They are your family now, at least they deserve to know the truth about you.

“My father is Jarnadi Jovanovich. He’s an assassin in the criminal underworld. People professionally know him as Jonathan Wick or John Wick.” The team was listening intently at you, “They call him The Devil, The Ghost, Lo Spettro, Death’s Very Emissary, but he’s well known as Baba Yaga.”

“Baba Yaga? What’s that?” Rhodey asked. Before you can answer Rhodey, Natasha had beaten you off to it.

“It’s Boogeyman in Russian.” You nodded as a thank you at her.

“My father earned the nickname Baba Yaga because of his unparalleled hyper-lethality. His reputation throughout his career, his peerless efficiency and reliability had earned him considerable respect, and at same time, fear within the criminal underworld.”

“Well damn.” Sam said.

“My father has this persistence to go after those people who earned his anger, making him a legendary figure that is known to the leaders of all criminal organizations as someone never to cross or mess with.”

“Years before he died, he was an associate, the head executor of the leader of the Tarasov mob, Viggo Tarasov. My dad wanted to retire, so he did. But Viggo gave my dad an impossible task, which is to kill all of Viggo’s enemies in one night. Dad really wanted to live a life of peace, away from it all. He wanted to live, marry, and grow old with my mom, Helen Stark—uncle Tony’s closest cousin.”

“What happened then?” Sam asked.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckled, “I’m here right infront of you. He had succeeded the task and Viggo granted his freedom. Then yadda yadda, got married, dozed off into the sunset and eventually, they had me. When my mom passed away, dad had kept me hidden. Off the radar from anyone else that is connected to the underworld, aside from those people who he really trusts. Trust me, you wouldn’t want someone like my dad coming after you if you had betrayed him.”

“I can imagine.” Wanda chimed in.

“No one really knows that he has a daughter, up until now because he hid and protected me so well from those people that wanted to come after him. That’s why I never really use ‘Wick’ as my last name, knowing that if I use them, it will cause too much noise and unwanted problems for me. So I had decided to use Jovanovich as my last name, which is my dad’s legal last name. It helps me keep off unwanted attention at bay, and assassins and mob families coming for my head just because I’m Jonathan Wick’s daughter.”

“I have been living peacefully, as you all know. Despite the job that I do which is unusual for a teenager to be involved in, but not that I care, it’s fun—until last night, when someone had decided to blow up my house,” You growled, “I had just rebuilt that house, but the motherfucker had decided to mess with a grenade launcher and blow up my house.”

“Don’t tell us that someone had learned your true identity and had decided to come for you.” Steve said, concern evident in his face and ignoring the colorful language that you let out.

“Bingo, cap! You got that one right.”

“But who would even do that? You had made your private information completely hidden. I just don’t get it.” Bruce said.

“Years ago, before my dad passed away, at that time he was already retired. Mom just passed away, so he was on the grieving stage, some nutjob infiltrated our house and managed to beat up my dad, left him unconscious, killed our dog, daisy, which is a parting gift from my mom, and stole his car. Which also held very important memories for us. Turns out, the one who did it was Iosef Tarasov, Viggo’s useless and stupid son. Viggo respects and had always feared my dad, but his useless and stupid son had decided to poke the devil in the back.”

“When Viggo found out what his son did, he was angry. Viggo valued and respected my dad, he knew very well that my dad won’t let this go easily. His stupid son had killed our dog, daisy and stole his car, Iosef won’t be getting out alive after it. In the end, dad had managed to kill Iosef and Viggo as well. Now it brings us back as to why my house was blown up.”

“Before I went here, I had visited the Continental. Continental is a hotel for us assassins and other people that has ties with the underworld, it serves as our neutral ground. It is our sanctuary, where we can be safe, in where rule number one is that you can’t do underworld business, like killing, inside the contenental. Rule number 2, is to honor the marker. But story of marker will be on another day.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. This vendetta against your dad, and eventually you had started just because of a dog and a car?” Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Well, if you’ll look at it, that’s kind of what it is.” You shrugged.

“I mean that’s understandable, we have and dog and anyone who killed my dog, I’ll come after them.” Clint said. You nod in agreement.

“Is there a peaceful way to settle this?” Steve suggested, you just laughed a little bit in a maniac way.

“Cap, when you work in this kind of field, settling this is never peaceful. There will always be a loss of life that will be involved. Viggo tried settling this peacefully with my dad, but what happened? That man ended up dead, along with his son. That will teach you to never mess with other people’s stuff.”

“So what do you want to do now, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Meh,” You shrugged, “Besides, it’ll be no time before Tarasov put out an open contract for other assassins to kill me, putting a bounty on my head. Which brings me to my other agenda to talk about, I can’t overstay here in the compound, there will be assassins that will be after me the moment that open contract is up and going, I can’t risk them tearing up this place.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, (Y/N). We can completely protect ourselves.” Rhodey said.

“We have Bruce, he can just smash them in one go, it’s no sweat.” Natasha joked and everyone laughed, including you.

“No, do not in ANY way get involved with this. If you manage to kill one of them, they will know that someone is aiding me. I can’t afford for these people to know that I’m tied with you guys, I’m already thankful enough that the High Table haven’t caught a whiff of me yet being Jonathan Wick’s daughter, and I also intend on keeping it that way, thank you very much. The last thing that I want is the High Table coming for my ass.” You stood up so fast, causing yourself to wobble and almost fell out of balance, if it’s not for Tony catching you, you would’ve fallen on the floor by now.

“I will be staying at the continental, it is the place that I damn well know I won’t get murdered while sleeping for sure,” You smile at them gently, “Though no offense to you guys, okay? I know that no one will be able to get in and out in the compound that has state of the art techs, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. These people are really good in blending in, like one of those people that you’re fighting.” They nodded.

“What? Hydra?” Sam asked.

“Yes, them. You never know, that one of the staff that works here inside the compound might be an assassin. Who knows?”

“Okay, how about you stay first to get treated and after that, I’ll accompany you to the continental.” Tony suggested, in all honesty, he was not having it at all. He wants you to say in the compound, until you’re already in good state.

“Can’t,” You sighed, “I can go there through a an uber or taxi. You cannot be within the continental’s vicinity, ANY of you. That is the place where assassins are all in. They’ll easily know that I’m all connected with you.”

“There are a lot of don’t’s than the do’s, kiddo. I don’t like it one bit.” Tony was a bit frustrated.

“But to make it up for you guys, okay, fine. I’ll stay, but only for one night, to be patched up. After that, I’m gonna bounce out from here, but I’ll make sure that after all of this fiasco, I’d visit more often.” You smiled, and you compromise had earned cheers from the team.

You never stay too long in the compound, they rarely see you as well. You’ll visit once or twice a month, then there are times that they won’t see you for a whole month or two, depending on your work. So that’s why they wanted to you to stay a bit longer.

“Yay! Can’t believe that (Y/N) is staying with us for the first time!” Wanda cheered.

“It’s only temporary,” You reminded and smiled at Wanda.

“Hell yeah girl! We only get to see you once or twice a month kid, so excuse us if we get too happy of you staying instead of visiting just for a day and dipping out on us then going off the grid for how many months.” Sam ruffled your hair and smiled.

Tony put an arm around your shoulders to steady you. You hissed from the pain, there’s a wound in your right stomach that is yet to be treated, you got that after your last contract. It is taking its sweet time to heal, that’s why you took a break from work. You don’t want the stitches to burst open, and with the recent thing that happened to you, the wound surely bled and had opened a bit from the impact when you were thrown off across the room the moment that the explosion had happened.

Abram Tarasov really picked a good time to attack you, right when you were taking a break from the wound that you had suffered from. Knowing that your moves will be limited, that bastard. But he should always remember that any kind of wounds won’t stop you.

“Let’s get you to the the med bay so that you can be patched up asap, kiddo,” You thanked Tony silently, “I also need to talk to you about something.”

You thanked the rest of the team, and they told you that they’ll be visiting you in the med bay from time to time to keep you company.

Once you arrived at the med bay, with Bruce following right after, it was quiet. They laid you down in one of the beds, you noticed an Asian woman, assuming that she’s the one in charge, walked towards you.

“Hello, my name is Helen Cho. I’m the head doctor.” She smiled at you.

Helen. She has the same name as your mother, you couldn’t help but get a little bit sad when you had remembered your mother. But you are quick to mask it off and smiled back at her.

“Nice to meet you, Helen. I’m (Y/N), Tony’s niece.”

Tony and Bruce stepped aside and watched while Helen patch you up. When Helen lifted your shirt up, you were correct, your wound on the right stomach had bursted off a bit. Causing it to bleed and soak in your shirt, you were thankful that it’s only a little bit.

“(Y/N), you were here at the compound yesterday, why didn’t you had it treated?” Bruce looked at you sadly.

“I was doing fine, I treated the would myself.”

“Is this why you’re feeling a discomfort yesterday?” Tony questioned.

“Yeah…kind of” You trailed off.

“How did you get that wound?” Bruce asked.

“I was fighting someone at work, when I didn’t noticed that there was an opening on my end, the asshole took their shot and managed to slash me with a knife.” Tony and Bruce sighed.

“So what’s the advice, doc?” Tony asked.

Helen was already working on patching up your wound, cleaning it off and sewing it close. After that, she proceed on cleaning the gashes on your forehead.

“The wound on her stomach may take a while to heal, it’s pretty deep. If you decided to jump back right in, there’s a high chance it will bust open again, and you do not want that to happen. If it did, you’ll bleed a lot, again.”

“It’s something that had happened to me before, I can take a little bleeding.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Jovanovich?” Tony bursted, “How many days does she need until she recovers?” He turned towards Helen.

“Maybe a week or two, the wound is deep and still fresh. I’m amazed that she hadn’t passed out yet for the amount of blood that she lost.”

“It’s nothing that I can handle, I’ve already done this so many times, trust me.” You butted in.

“Zip it, young lady!” Tony glared at you, you looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s it, she’s all patched up. She needs to rest for at least two weeks before she’s up and going again, I will be leaving a few medications for her to take, mostly to subdue the pain.” Helen cleaned off and kept the stuff that she used in patching you up and left.

“Thanks, Helen!” Tony and Bruce thanked him.

“I’ll go ask Natasha if she can lend (Y/N) some clothes to change on, she needs to change that shirt because it’s soaked in blood.” Bruce left the med bay.

“You know that I can’t stay here for two weeks, right?” You said to Tony as he sat down on the chair beside you.

“I’m not up for any arguments, you’re staying here at the compound until you’re fully recovered.” Your eyes widened.

“What?! You know I can’t! What the hell?”

“I said what I said, (Y/N). You are staying here until you recover and that’s final. No more arguments. Ajourned.” You groaned, knowing that you can’t win against Tony on this one, it’s a stalemate.

“Fine. Let’s just hope that Tarasov doesn’t put out an open contract while I’m completely out of commision.” You sighed. Tony stood up and hugged you, left a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Tony sat back again and looked at you softly.

“What is it?”

“How’s the idea of you going to high school? There’s a good school that you can go to in Queens. Just a few minutes away from the compound.” You stared at him, not knowing what to say.

There’s a part inside of you that wants to agree, to experience living a normal life. But at the same time, there’s a part of you that you don’t want to. You are afraid that these people may come for you, in a place that a lot of people go to and doesn’t have any idea of what the hell is going on, there’s also a high chance that they can target you there. Where they can easily blend in, due to the amount of people that goes there. So you are unsure.

“There’s a boy that’s currently interning for me, he goes to the same school. You can hangout with him and his friends at school, you won’t be alone.” He smiled at you.

“You’re accepting interns now?”

“Really? That’s the only thing you gathered from what I said?” You chuckled.

“Look, uncle Tony, I’m thankful for the offer. Really. But I’m not sure about this one, I don’t know how long can Tarasov keep my identity any longer from others. I don’t want putting everyone there in danger, especially this boy. Can this boy even protect himself?” Tony smirked at you.

“Trust me, this boy can protect himself alright.” You narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t tell me that he’s one of the team.”

“Yes, no. Maybe, kind of? But the point is, he’s perfectly fine in defending himself. So you have nothing to worry about.” You sighed.

You wanted to agree, but the sudden idea of going to an actual high school might not be so bad. However, you aren’t permanently living in the compound, you are set on rebuilding your house, again. You are not sure that you’re capable of leaving the house, your family’s house where a lot of memories had been made. Your parent’s memories are buried there, so it’s one of the many reasons why you can’t make any hasty decisions at the moment.

“Is it alright if I can think about this first? It’s a lot of stuff to take in, especially that I had just taken a medication. Everything’s woozy for me at the moment.”

“It’s alright. I’ll give you time to decide, kiddo. No pressure.” You thanked your uncle silently.

You desired to live a life that your father had lived once. To grow up as a normal teenager that goes to high school. When your father got a taste of that life, everything had been worth it of leaving everything behind. But you chose to enter this life, the life he had before retiring, the one that your father had spend the rest of his life in staying away from the moment he retired, until these people had decided to throw him back in the game all over again. No matter how you desire for it, you know that you can never escape it. Somehow, it will be a constant in your life. The dream that you dreamed of, it will only remain as a dream and nothing else.

You never regretted any of the decision you made. You were thankful, you were given an outlet to release everything that you’ve been bottling up inside of you, it became a comfort for you. Thinking about it, if you didn’t make any decision of doing it, you might have ended up going all crazy. Your trance had been broken up by barking, it was Koda rushing near the bed. You laughed and reach down to pet his head.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry for leaving you there, but I take it that the team loved you.” You smiled at him and leaned in your touch.

“You know about my policy about animals.”

“Speaking of policy, is it possible to bend it a little on my favor?” You smiled at Tony cheekily, “Please.”

“Ugh okay, fine.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes at you, and you squealed in happiness.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You reached forward and hugged him tightly.

“Sir, Mr. Parker has arrived.” Friday announced.

“Thanks, Fri. Tell him to meet me at the lab.”

“Ms. Jovanovich, Ms. Romanoff said that she will be bringing you the clothes later.”

“Thank you, Fri.” You break the hug, “I assume that it’s your intern?” Tony nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you two once you’re out of here at the med bay.” You nodded.

“Alright then, can’t wait to meet Tony Stark’s protégé.” Both of you laughed. He stood up from his seat, gave a quick hug and softly kissed your forehead.

“Get some rest kiddo. Red will be right up in a while.”

2 weeks.

2 weeks where you’ll be able to live normally for a while. You really do hope that Tarasov doesn’t make any move, or has said anything about your true identity to the others. You need 2 weeks of peace to think properly.

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Paradise

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 6.3K

SUMMARY | Howard and Maria have invited you on their yearly trip, and it will be your first time going on a vacation with your in-laws. Tony is very excited to have you with him on this trip because you will also be celebrating your birthday. During your special day, he will ensure this one will be unforgettable.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | No powers AU, established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Dear, Puppy), occasional use of Y/N

SMUT | Dirty talk, praise, exhibitionism kink, mommy kink, hair pulling, somnophilia (consensual), oral (F&M receiving), facesitting, light beardburn, fingering, semi-public handjob, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), pull-out method, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

A/N | This story is based on a request, which, unfortunately, I do not have anymore. Despite that, I still hope you will enjoy this story, because it has been a lot of fun to write! This story is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'll always be grateful. I love you 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandombingo | A rose for every year you've been alive Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | "Be quiet for me." Masterlist | @multifandom-flash Beehive | Get a room!

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"Are you sure it isn't weird for me to come with you guys? I mean, it's okay if I stay home," you remember telling Tony when he asked you to accompany him and his parents on their yearly vacation to Florida Beach.

"I'm sure, Sunshine. They specifically asked for you to come because they love you and want you there. And I want to be with my girl when she's celebrating her birthday." After that, your decision was made, and now you're happily sleeping in your boyfriend's arms in a hotel room in Florida.

The sun casts the entire room in a beautiful golden hue, and Tony cannot stop staring at you as he takes in your beauty. From your tattoos covering your body to every inch of still bare skin, he's never been more thankful that you two enjoy sleeping naked. He's even more grateful for that fact now because he has come up with the perfect plan to wake you up; today is your birthday, after all.

He carefully wiggles away from your body so you won't wake up, and other than a cute snort before rolling onto your back, he is good. As Tony takes his place between your legs, he cannot help but think that he is the luckiest man alive because you allow him to take his fill of you whenever he wants - within reason, of course.

And that's exactly how he finds himself with your legs hooked over his shoulders, his fingers softly digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, and your pussy on display beautifully right in front of his face, and he licks his lips in anticipation. With one last look at your face, he dives in, his tongue licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, a soft moan escaping his lips when he does.

Since the first moment he got a taste of your sweet nectar, he has been hooked, and he will happily go down on you every chance he gets. Though that goes the other way around, too, because you're not opposed to sucking his soul out through his cock if you're given the chance.

His lips wrap around your clit, suckling softly as his tongue swipes over it in small, tight circles, and that's when you're starting to stir a little bit, though it's not enough to wake you up yet fully. With a soft chuckle, he releases your clit, instead opting for one of his thick, long fingers to glide through your arousal and play with your entrance.

A content hum leaves his lips as he lets the tip of his finger dip into your entrance, reveling in the way your walls clench around it as he slides it in further before pulling it out and repeating the same motions. It's not enough to wake you up, but more than enough to have you on the edge of slumber and waking.

As he looks at the way your body reacts to his touches, he can feel his cock twitch as it's trapped between his stomach and the bed sheets, achingly hard already, though he'll patiently wait his turn before getting what he wants, as it's all about your pleasure right now.

His eyes are trained on your face as he dares to add another one, knowing it might exactly be the push you need to be pushed over the edge, driving you headfirst into an orgasm. But he wants to wait a little longer because he loves to see you stirring as he plays with said edge.

Your pussy gradually accepts his second finger too, and Tony has to pull his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress the groan bubbling up in his chest right now. When you start to start to wake up slowly, Tony decides to go all in, his fingers slowly gliding in and out of your pussy while he sucks on your clit, building your high gradually while pulling you out of your sleep. With his other hand, he squeezes your thigh, and even though it'll probably leave a bruise or two, you don't care.

"F-fuck!" you murmur as your hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as your hips rut against his face. Your orgasm washes over you not long after, and Tony happily laps up every drop of your sweet release with a groan, working you through your orgasm before climbing over you and capturing your lips in a heated, sloppy kiss.

"Happy birthday, Sunshine," he whispers as he glides the fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth, and you lick them clean as you look up at Tony with half-lidded eyes as a smile is dancing on your lips. Happy birthday, indeed...

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you cum?" he asks, and you can feel the heat on your cheeks spreading quickly. He tells you that every time, but that doesn't mean you'll get used to him saying that - not that you'd want to get used to it.

"Only every single time," you whisper before cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes. Your thumbs glide over the stubble on his jaw and cheeks, and the feeling of it against your fingers makes you giggle, and Tony cannot get enough of that sound. You pull him closer, letting your tongues mingle as you taste yourself on his tongue.

As Tony leans down, he ruts his hips forward a little, his cock sliding through your folds before getting caught on your clit, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling. He reaches between the two of you to grab hold of his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit a couple of times.

"I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, Sunshine, but first, I'm going to make it just a little more delicious for you," he says. You're not sure what he's talking about until he slides his cock carefully into your warmth, the feeling of him sliding in bare almost unbearable. The groan leaving Tony's lips is downright pornographic, and you're enjoying every second of it.

"Jesus, fuck! You feel so good, Sunshine; wanna stay buried in your sweet, tight pussy forever," Tony says as he slowly pulls back out before sliding it in even further, carefully walking the line of pleasure as he does so. Once he's bottomed out, you both let out a shared moan, and he has to still inside you for a moment so he won't cum yet.

"So tight around me, Sunshine, you feel like paradise," he whispers against your neck before gathering every bit of strength he has left and pulling out, and you whine at the loss of him inside you.

"Ssh, it's okay, Sunshine, I'll fill this pussy up again later tonight. First, I want to feel these delicious dick-sucking lips around my cock as you suck every last drop of my cum out before swallowing it all," he says, and you nod like a puppy who just got an order and is eager to fulfill it.

With a satisfied smile, Tony gets comfortable on his back, and you're quick to find your place between his legs as you look at his cock lying against his abdomen, covering his happy trail as it reaches just past his belly button. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you grab hold of it, your fingers barely touching when you do.

"Oh god, that's it," Tony moans as you carefully work your hand up and down, spreading your arousal over his cock before you allow your tongue to run down the length of it, tracing the prominent vein on the bottom. A shudder runs down his body as you do, and a loud moan escapes his chest as you suckle on his tip.

Making him fall apart like this is something you always thoroughly enjoy, and you are happy to take your time with him as you do so. As you slowly take more of him into your mouth, you let your hand work on the parts you can't reach, and Tony's hands are fisted tightly into the sheets as he looks down at you.

Your ass is in the air as you suck his cock, your free hand slowly working your clit as you take care of your boyfriend, and he's positive he has never seen you look more beautiful than you do now. Dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes, and your skin is glowing beautifully with the sun shining down on your body.

When you suddenly suck Tony down hard, he loses it, and he cums without any indication other than a loud gasp, the orgasm being a surprise for you both. It serves as the perfect trigger to have you cum again as well, your legs trembling as you work both of you through your orgasms.

"C'mere," he says before hauling you up by your arms, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth to taste your shared flavors. It's quickly become Tony's favorite, and he's feeling fortunate to have a girl who is into the same things during sex as he is.

After you two have come down from your highs and cuddled for a while, it's time to shower together and get ready to head to the beach, where you will meet Howard and Maria for some quality time. Today will be a relaxing beach day, which is a nice change of pace from all the exploring you've done already.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask Tony after putting on your brand new red bikini—which you bought to make Tony do a double take as he sees you in it and to show off your tattoos. After throwing on a short beach dress, you're ready to go, your bag already packed with everything from a few books to sunscreen and other essentials you might need at the beach.

"Almost! I need to find my sunglasses, and then I'm ready to go," he says as he walks out of the bathroom. Your gaze is immediately pulled to the bulge in his swim shorts. You may have bought the bikini to make Tony do a double take, but he did the same with a pair of swim shorts for you.

The fabric is pulled taut over his muscled, thick thighs, and it frames his bulge perfectly, highlighting it in the best way possible. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth again as the thought of what Tony did earlier still swirls through your head. You clench your thighs at the sight, and Tony cannot suppress the chuckle bubbling up because he knows his plan worked.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks as he steps closer, his finger lifting your head to meet his gaze. You nod before Tony bends down to place a soft peck on your lips, leaving you with a content smile. He then grabs your hand and goes out the door as he has found his sunglasses. When you arrive at the beach, Howard and Maria have set up a little picnic for breakfast as a surprise, and it's decorated festively for your birthday.

"Did you know about this?!" you ask Tony with surprise, and he nods.

"Why do you think I took my sweet time with you this morning?" he whispers in your ear, and you can feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks at his words.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" Maria says, enveloping you in her arms, pulling you tight against her body. Though you and Tony haven't been together very long, they have welcomed you into the family from day one, and you're practically their daughter at this point.

"Thank you, Maria, and again, thank you for inviting me on this trip; it means a lot to spend today with all of you," you tell her, and she nods - though you don't know what's coming yet, and it'll be a huge surprise when you find out.

"You don't need to say thank you, Dear. You're part of our family, so you're supposed to come on our family vacations," she says before letting you go and pulling her son into a hug, too.

"Happy birthday, Dear," Howard says before pulling you into a hug, which you happily reciprocate. Though the hug isn't as tight as Maria's, you still appreciate it just as much. All four of you get settled onto the large blanket, and you take your place by Tony's side. He pulls you against him before placing a kiss on your temple.

"I love you, Sunshine, and happy birthday again," he whispers, and you blush at his words. He didn't even say anything special, but to share an intimate moment with him is still something you're getting used to, though you happily will if it means having him by your side for the rest of your life.

"Thank you, Tony," you whisper before pecking his lips and diving into breakfast. The conversation is light, with plenty of laughter, and you feel floaty from pure happiness. You haven't felt this light and happy on your birthday in years, and you make a mental note to thank everyone later.

"Now that breakfast is done, it's time to relax, but before we can do that, we have a surprise for you," Maria says when the last bit of breakfast is gone.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," she says, holding a square present wrapped in light blue floral wrapping paper before you. After reading the card with it, you thank Howard and Maria profusely before ripping the paper off.

Inside is a brand new Kindle, which is perfectly timed, seeing how your old one officially stopped working a few weeks ago after years of hard work. A smile from ear to ear lightens up your facial features, a surge of happiness swirling through your belly at the sight.

You've been saving up to get one, which was challenging between college fees, buying groceries, and paying for other necessities. But now, the saved-up money can go towards another goal, like a plane ticket to see your Mom in California.

"Thank you both so much!" you say before giving them a big hug and Tony a peck on his lips.

"And thank you for telling them, even though you knew I was saving up for it myself," you say with a raised brow, but Tony pulls you into his side and plants a big kiss on the crown of your head.

"You're welcome, Sunshine," he says, and with those words, all four of you relax because the weather is beautiful. From the bright blue sky to the inviting ocean water, from the laughter all over the beach to the little family sitting with you, your birthday couldn't get any better.

"Shall we go and swim, Sunshine?" Tony asks after finishing his book, and you put your Kindle aside so you can get ready to join him in the ocean.

"I'd love nothing more, My Love," you say, and you get up to pull your beach dress over your head - Tony's gaze locked onto every inch of exposed skin as you do.

"Ready?" you ask when you hold out your hand, and he grabs it, but instead of pulling himself up, he pulls you down before swinging you over his shoulder with a shriek, rumbling laughter coming from your boyfriend. You quickly give yourself over, and the feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs has you clenching them together, a wave of arousal going through your body.

Even though you and Tony get a few weird looks from some people on the beach, you don't care; instead, you enjoy every bit of attention he gives you. It's over too soon for your liking when he puts you down in the water, which is at chest height for you.

"Tony! You could've put me down sooner!" you scold him, but he doesn't listen. All he is focused on is the goosebumps erupting over your skin and the fact that your nipples are poking through your bikini. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth at the sight, and you shake your head when you realize what's going on.

"You're absolutely unbelievable, you know that?" you say as you walk over to him. He quickly lifts you up, so you wrap your arms and legs around him so you won't fall into the water, instead hanging onto him like a koala bear.

"I mean, how can I not take a look when my girlfriend looks this fucking good? I know you bought this flimsy fabric you call a swimsuit to tease me, isn't that right?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you hide your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment.

"It's okay, Sunshine; I'm not saying I mind," he says before planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as he walks you further into the water. Once he's far enough to be covered to his chest, you lift your head again, and you realize you're far enough away from everyone to tease him a little bit more.

One of your hands slides down Tony's body before moving between your bodies, and you palm his already half-hard cock through his shorts. A soft groan leaves his lips at the feeling of your long, slender fingers rubbing over his length.

"You're such a fuckin' tease," he says as you squeeze him as well, lust taking over his eyes.

"It's only fair after what you did to me this morning, sliding in your delicious, thick cock into my tight pussy, only to take it away and feed it to me instead," you whisper in his ear, a mischievous smile spreading on your face. As you pull away, you see Tony's cheeks turning bright red, and that's when you know your plan worked.

"But if you'll be a good boy for me tonight, I might have some mercy on you and let you cum more than once. There's nothing else I'd rather have than your cum, after all. In my mouth, on my face, or these tits, maybe even covering my sweet, dripping pussy," you say, and Tony is sure he is about to combust right then and there.

"S-Sunshine," Tony whimpers, and you already know he's close. Once you decide to have some mercy on him, seeing how you're hidden away enough, no one can see what the two of you are doing.

"Yes, My Love?" you ask with faux innocence, but the already fucked out look on Tony's face tells you all you need to know. He's about to cum, and it's a sight for sore eyes.

"Is my Puppy about to cum? Are you that desperate to cum, that you can't even wait until we're back in the hotel room? You don't fuckin' care who sees, do you? All you care about is whether or not you get to cum," you ask, and Tony nods furiously as he tries to hold back the moans that are threatening to escape.

"Say it, Puppy, say it, and I'll let you cum," you almost growl, your hand letting go of his cock just long enough to pull it out his swim shorts, your hand now freely rubbing his rock-hard shaft.

"P-please, Mommy, wanna cum," he croaks out, and you decide to go easy on him this time, though the fact that he called you Mommy definitely didn't go unnoticed by you, only adding to your arousal too. To have your boyfriend turn into a babbling, moaning mess of a man gives you a surge of pleasure like you've never felt before.

"Cum!" you order, and he does precisely that as he buries his face in your neck, muffling the moans leaving his lips. He's trembling as you milk his cock for every last drop of cum, all while comforting him by running your long fingernails over his scalp.

"You're such a good boy; you did so well for Mommy," you whisper before carefully tucking him back into his swim shorts. A lovesick look has taken over his features, as he's looking at you with the biggest heart eyes you've ever seen.

"I love you, Tony, more than I can explain right now," you tell him before capturing his lips with yours. Tony's arms glide over your waist to pull you close against his body, your tongues mingling at a slow pace, and you soon fall into a small make-out session together.

As you're wrapped up in each other, you barely hear a group of teenagers yell 'Get a room!' but you don't care. As long as you're with Tony, you don't care about anything or anyone else. With him by your side, nothing can happen.

"I love you, Sunshine, and I promise to make up for what I did earlier to you," he says before kissing your cheek softly. Now, it's your turn to blush, and Tony can't help but chuckle at the sight. You both have the same effect on one another, and Tony finds it very endearing.

Shall we go back for some more reading? I'm starting to prune up over here, and my tattoos do not look good when wrinkled!" you joke, and he nods before taking your hand and leading you back to the beach.

You decide to get settled in the shade to reapply some more sunscreen while Tony is sitting in the sun, his skin glowing. You cannot stop looking at him, and it's only when Maria nudges your shoulder that you realize she's talking to you.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say something?" you ask, and Maria lets out a loud burst of laughter, making Tony look back at what's happening. You flash a sweet smile, and he winks over his sunglasses before perching them back on his nose and returning to his book.

"I asked if you're enjoying yourself, but I believe I know the answer already," she jokes, and Howard chuckles beside her. The deep red blush on your cheeks only spreads further at her comment, but she decides to leave it.

After a lovely day at the beach, it's time for your birthday dinner. You opted to wear a beautiful floral dress combined with white heels, your hair in a sleek ponytail, and light makeup. As you leave the bathroom, Tony is waiting for you with a massive bouquet of red roses in one hand and a small present in the other.

"Happy birthday, Sunshine; I got you a rose for every year you've been alive," he tells you as he extends his arm with the roses. The butterflies in your stomach go absolutely wild at the sight of them. You always knew Tony was very romantic, but this is his sweetest gesture so far.

"Thank you so much, My Love, they're beautiful!" you say as you take them from him and put them in some water, seeing how he also brought a vase to put them in.

"They're nothing compared to your beauty tonight, Sunshine," he whispers as he pulls you against his chest. Because you're wearing heels, you're almost the same height, making it even easier for him to kiss you right now.

"But I have one more surprise for you before we head to dinner," he says, extending the box in his hand as he tells you about it. It's a small, square box wrapped in beautiful black velvet, and as you open it, you find a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a sun hanging from it.

"Turn it over," he whispers, and you do. On the back are the words 'You are my Sunshine,' your breath hitches as you look at it. It's a beautiful piece of jewelry, and you cannot wait to wear it tonight.

"Put it on me?" you ask, and he nods before taking it out and putting it on. His fingers softly graze your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. The pendant falls right above your breasts, and your fingers graze over it as it does.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, and Tony couldn't agree more.

"It is, and you are too, Sunshine. I'm the luckiest man on earth to have fallen in love with you," he says before kissing you, your mouths gliding together like they're made for one another. When you deepen the kiss, you hear a knock on your door, and you pull away with a sigh.

"We're coming!" you say before grabbing your purse and heading out the door. You meet Howard and Maria in the hallway before heading to dinner. During said dinner, you and Tony only had eyes for one another, and as soon as it was over, you two rushed back to your hotel room, knowing what was about to happen. Tony will ruin you in every way possible, and you do not want to wait longer than you must.

As soon as your hotel room door locks behind you, Tony's hands are all over you, and your dress soon finds its way to the floor. The second he finds out you weren't wearing a bra this entire time, he lets out a deep groan as he pushes you against the wall after pulling you up and letting you wrap around him.

"That's it, Sunshine, I'm gonna ruin you tonight," he breathes out as he sucks hickies onto your throat, his hard cock rolling against your dripping pussy, the soaked fabric of your panties rubbing against your throbbing clit only adding to your arousal.

"P-please," you beg softly, and Tony's fingers dig harder into your thighs, his teeth nibbling in the skin of your shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.

"So good for me, Sunshine, such a good girl for me," Tony groans as the edge of his orgasm creeps closer and closer by the second. Your sounds and how your body responds to him have his mind reeling.

"M close, Sunshine, fuck! Gonna cum for you so hard," he pants out, and with a loud moan, your head falls back, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling on the roots as your orgasm washes over you together with Tony's. While Tony buries his face in your neck as he keeps rutting up, working you both through your shared orgasm.

Tony carefully puts you down as you're both still panting, both of your bodies already sweaty from your first orgasm, and Tony is planning on taking his time with you tonight. Make you fall apart on his mouth, his finger, and last but not least, his cock. He will ruin you tonight because that's what a birthday girl deserves.

"You're doin' so well for me, Sunshine, such a good girl," he whispers in your ear, and your eyes flutter closed at the praise, your knees barely able to keep you upright after the force behind the orgasm Tony just gave you.

"C'mon, let's get you onto the bed," he says as he walks you to the king-size bed in the middle of the room. As soon as the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you let yourself fall on it with a soft thump, but before you do anything else, you're working on opening his pants, wanting to lick up every last drop of his cum.

"Hmm, we're a bit cock hungry today, huh?" he says in a teasing tone, and you nod in response. Even though he hasn't gotten hard yet after his last orgasm, you still want to taste him, softness be damned. As soon as his pants fall on the floor, you're met by the sight of his bare cock covered in cum, and you can tell there has been a lot, even after the orgasms from this morning and in the sea this afternoon.

You let out a content hum at the sight, your tongue immediately licking off every drop from his shaft and tip, and Tony whimpers as you do it, though he still enjoys every second despite the overstimulation he feels right now. After you've cleaned the bottom and his balls, too, you're all done and looking up at Tony with a satisfied smile.

"Does my good girl want to cum again?" he asks, and you nod furiously, a thousand scenarios going through your head as to what could be coming next. He lifts your head with an index finger under your chin as he leans down, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue while you share a kiss.

"I want you to sit on my face, Sunshine, and I'm gonna eat you out until you've cum at least twice after the stunt you've pulled this afternoon," he whispers, and your eyes grow wide at the thought of Tony eating your pussy as you rut on his face. That, combined with the scruff on his cheeks, has you whimpering softly at the thought alone.

Before you know it, Tony is completely bare on the bed, your panties thrown to the side, his tongue dipping into your entrance, and playing with your clit until you're a squirming mess on top of him. Your fingers dig into the headboard to ground yourself as you roll your hips over his face, and the scruff of his beard gives you some of the most delicious beard burns you've ever felt.

"T-Tony, 'm close," you babble out, seeing how not many consistent words are leaving your lips. He has reduced you to a moaning, babbling mess, and that's all he could ask for. He groans against your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs even harder when you're close. With another loud moan, you fall over the edge as Tony sucks his clit into your mouth, and you're trembling uncontrollably.

You don't get the chance to climb off after your orgasm, though, because he promised you two orgasms before he would even think about stuffing you with his cock, and that's exactly what he'll do. With the same enthusiasm, he keeps licking and sucking, nursing on your clit until you're an overstimulated mess, squirming on his face until a second, less violent orgasm washes over you. Overstimulation has never felt this good before.

"You've been a good girl for me, Sunshine; having you cum on my face like that has me so fucking hard again for you," he groans as he practically yanks you down his body until you're straddling his lap. The fact that he manhandles you in whichever way he wants always has your mind reeling, and you can never get enough of it.

"Hold on a moment, Sunshine. I need to get—" is all he can say before you can stop him.

"P-please, not this time," you whimper as you grab his hand. After you had a taste of him sliding in bare this morning, you want more. You got a slice of heaven, and now you never want to return, even if it's just for one more time.

"Are you sure, Sunshine? I won't do it if you're unsure you want to. Your safety comes first for me," he says as he makes you look into his eyes, his brows furrowed as he looks at you.

"Y-yes, 'm sure," you whisper, and he cannot say no to you. However, if he does, he will ensure he is on top to pull out before he's too late. He doesn't want any accidents, seeing how he's far from willing to have a baby.

"M'kay, just lay on your back for me, and I will take care of you, Sunshine. But I'll only do it this once because the birthday girl deserves nothing but the best," he tells you before laying you on your back, your hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo.

"You look like an angel now, the most beautiful angel I've ever seen," he tells you, and a blush creeps over your cheeks as he does. His fingers slowly commit every inch of your soft skin to memory, his eyes looking into yours as if staring into your soul.

"I love you, My Love," you whisper, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You're so beautiful to him, and he cannot wait to slide in bare again; the feeling of your warm walls encasing his cock is absolute heaven, and he has been hooked ever since doing it this morning - but he knows he shouldn't get too lost in it.

"Are you ready, Sunshine? 'M gonna take my sweet time with you now because I don't want to cum too soon. I want to take my time to commit every single whimper, every single movement, and every inch of you to memory," he says between kisses on your jaw and throat, and you nod.

"I need you to be quiet for me, Sunshine. As much as I love it when you fall apart on my cock, I want this moment to be just for you and me, alright?" he asks, and you nod again.

His hand is wrapped around his cock as he lines it up with your entrance, slowly pulling in as your jaw goes slack, brows furrowing as he slides in inch by inch, your tight, warm walls enveloping him completely as it feels like he's sliding home. He's going to take his time with you, and he plans to make you fall apart at least once before even thinking about himself.

"God, you're perfect for me; you feel so fucking good," he whispers before bottoming out, a deep groan leaving his chest when he does. You moan softly against his shoulder, muffling your sounds because he wants to share this special moment just with you.

He sets a slow, sweet pace, thrusting in and out of you at an almost torturous pace. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags in and out of you at the same slow pace, the pleasure building gradually until you're on edge, soft moans tumbling from your lips each time.

"Cum for me, Sunshine, cum for me, and I will make you feel so fucking good afterward," he says as his thumb makes contact with your swollen clit, and his lips crash down on yours to swallow your moans as you cum, and Tony's hand wraps around the bottom of his cock to ensure he won't come so soon.

"That's it, Sunshine, take my cock like you're made for it," he growls as he works you through your orgasm, his building rapidly as well. With the way you look as you cum on his cock, the way you're squirming underneath him as his thumb is pressed against your clit, and the way you milked his cock so perfectly.

"M close, Sunshine, 'm so fuckin' close right now," he says as he thrusts in a couple more times, and before it's too late, he quickly pulls out, and you whimper at the loss of him inside you. Still, he shouldn't have waited for another second - his cum spurting onto your puffy folds and on your mound, painting you beautifully with every last drop of his white gold.

"Fuck," he murmurs to himself at the sight, and he quickly scoots down before spreading your thighs and licking up every last drop he possibly can, groaning at the taste of your combined arousal before capturing your mouth in a mindbending kiss, his cum easily given to you from his tongue.

Your hands fly into his hair as you taste it, pulling him impossibly closer as you melt into his touch. You're completely spent after all the orgasms he pulled from you, leaving you more satisfied than you ever thought could be possible.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. I'm going to run a bath for us so that we can relax your muscles, okay?" he asks, and you nod, even though you don't want him to leave quite yet. It feels too good to be held by him. After one peck on your lips, he quickly gets the bath ready while he cleans himself up as well, his cock sensitive from all the sex you two had today.

Not even 10 minutes later, the bath is drawn, and your boyfriend picks you up before he carries you to the bath bridal style.

"There you go, Pretty Girl, just relax for me," he whispers as he gets in as well, pulling you so that you're straddling him, your back against his chest. You sigh as you melt against him, his fingers softly massaging your sore limbs.

"Did you have fun today?" he asks, and you nod. You're feeling very sleepy, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep in his arms, but he doesn't mind. You need the rest after what he did to you today. It turned out to be the best birthday you have ever celebrated, and it will be difficult for him to top it in years to come.

"I love you and cannot wait to start a family with you one day. Get married, have as many babies as possible, and maybe we will have two boys and two girls," he whispers with a smile. The two of you haven't been together long yet, but he has thought about it. He wants to grow old with you and lead the life he has always dreamt of with you.

"But first, I'll have to propose to you. I cannot wait until that day is here," he sighs softly, thinking about how he will do it. Though that day may not be here anytime soon, he sure wants to put a ring on your finger to show everyone you're his. What a glorious day that will be, he thinks before closing his eyes and letting the bath's warmth sink into his bones.

But of course, life doesn't always go as planned, as you will find out soon.

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Pleasures Framed in Polaroid

young!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ | unprotected p in v | afab reader | one she/her/feminine pet name used | blowjob | cunnilingus | pussyjob | light choking | photography + mirrors 😏 | overstimulation

Word Count: exactly 3.7K lol

It was all fun and games when you found that old black Polaroid camera in his dad's garage. Tony wasn't quite as excited as you were about flashing him with that bright light while under the hood of a car, or being caught all smiles and giggles after a few drinks. It took a few tries and an increasingly irritated boyfriend, but you even managed to get a few shots of you kissing his cheek. For someone so photogenic and always after your attention, he sure hated for you to take his picture. But it is cute that you keep those strung-up photos on the wall above your desk, and sometimes he finds a few that you've hidden around his room, sometimes decorated with a heart or two. Then he remembers that he needs to get a new pack of film to put in it for the next time you decide to pick it up, or maybe for him to try out this time. You have noticed him fiddling with that sable-colored camera here and there, often too nervous to try his hand at capturing your likeness, but you know a few photos are lying around that he's taken. Ones that cutely try to replicate your candid shots of him, and adorn his desk as a scattered mess until he figures out where to put them. 

And even though he hasn't figured out where he wants to put them, it doesn't stop that bright light from prepping you for another photo. From your uncovered spot on the bed, you couldn't help but crack open your eyes at the bright light behind your lids. The camera shuttered and flashed, lowering to reveal its photographer and dropping into his lap. 

"You were supposed to be asleep," Tony mumbled mock disappointment, swiveling back towards his desk and gently tossing the dark film to the side. 

"Sorry, I'll be sure to model for you next time," you teased. He looked back at you while fiddling with the latch on the back of the camera. You stretched out in a bought of playful seduction. He looked you over with a small grin before turning back to replace the pack of film. You were pretty sure that still-developing photo wasn't taken just for your cute sleeping form, given that your legs were exposed in only a pair of underwear and one of his band tees riding up your waist. The idea of him having an intimate picture by his bedside was admittedly... thought-provoking. The sharp snap of the latch as he closed in another roll of film must have relayed your thoughts.

"Well, we have eight tries," he chimed, standing from his seat. You watched him make his way over to you, camera in hand and up to no good. He climbed onto the bed with you, caging your legs between his knees. You rolled onto your back, looking up at him with narrowed eyes and a knowing smile. "Weren't you supposed to be getting ready for bed soon?" The sternness in your voice was all play. He'd been complaining about his restless week and pleaded for you to stay over with the promise of finally getting some sleep (but only after he finished drawing up something for a project, of course). He laid the camera at your side to tug at the hem of his shirt, stretching just as dramatically as you had as he tore it over his head and threw it to the side. You snickered. 

"Whose modeling- me or you?" 

"Definitely you," he hummed, smacking your thighs. You yelped out a laugh that was quickly drowned out. You smiled into his kiss, lips parting with his slow lead and closing over his tongue teasing at your upper lip. You chased after him for the split second he pulled away, the hand on your cheek guiding you to his new angle that had you giggling when his nose bumped yours. You couldn't help but card your fingers through his hair and try to push him closer. With a head tilt, he deepened the kiss, pressing into you with a new fervor and licking into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, sloppily kissing back around your dancing tongues. He suddenly pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva falling over your lip. You licked your lips at the feeling, and sharply drew in your next breath at the feeling of teeth grazing to a close on your neck. "After I get you ready first," he purred. 

You didn't need much imagination to guess how he would achieve his picture-perfect look. Your grip tightened in his hair as he bit at your pulse, sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth and taking his time trailing those bruising bites up to the spot below your ear. You hummed a moan, letting him tilt your head the other way and letting him dig back in with sharp teeth and a wet tongue trailing warmly over the darkening marks he wasn't done making. You jumped at the colder fingers trailing under your shirt and dancing over your waist. A soft kiss to the base of your throat apologized for the startle, but quickly turned into a flattened tongue trailing next to the collar of your shirt in time with the hands that lifted it higher, only halting when chilly hands cupped your boobs. He pulled his face from your throat, licking over his parted lips as he watched himself play so harshly with your hardening nipples. As if he couldn't keep his mouth off of you, he dove back into your body, mouthing at the soft flesh in his palm and sucking one of your pebbled nubs into his mouth. The gentle tug of grazing teeth sent a hot shiver down the base of your spine, and the sharp bite to your rib cage below sent you jolting against him. This time there were no soothing pecks. Instead, he eagerly nipped his way around your stomach, occasionally sharing that aching attention with your breasts. Your hands twisted at the pillow beneath you, legs rubbing together impatiently the lower he drifted. 

You looked down excitedly when hands wedged their way between your thighs. You didn't need much encouragement, letting his palms part your legs with ease. Wet kisses found their way to your thigh, turning into teeth working at your soft skin and gnawing their way down. Your hips rolled when Tony licked a hard stripe over your clothed pussy, moaning when he played his tongue around your clit. The soft cotton of your panties provided an extra scratch of friction that had your legs squirming against the hands holding them open. He licked down, easily soaking your panties as he tongued circles over the wet already pooling from you. He seamlessly switched out with his hand, fingers rubbing through the wet material while he worked on decorating your other thigh with bruises. 

By the time he finally pulled back to admire his handiwork, you were clenching around nothing and close to cumming. With a new mission in mind, two fingers flicked rapidly at your nub in response to your moan. Your legs squeezed his arm tightly, toes curling with the throbbing of your release and legs now trembling against his arm. You whimpered, barely catching the smirk on his parted lips between your heavy blinking. But before you had a chance to fall over the edge again, he abruptly yanked his hand from between your legs. 

"Look at you," he cooed. You'd nearly forgotten about the camera now nestled into the curve of your waist until he picked it up. You looked away from him with a shy smile, head lolling to the side to expose the line of marks trailing from your neck and dotting down your breasts. You felt him shift next to you, and a familiar mechanical shuttering captured your love-bitten body. 

"Spread those legs for me, princess," his low voice demanded, "let's see how wet you are." There was still an ache between your legs left unattended that had your thighs rubbing together for any relief, and the hand wedging between had no intention of helping. Once again, he was granted an easy access, humming in a pleased tone at either your compliance or the sight. The slightly rough pads of his fingers drifted over the marks he'd made earlier, leading a trail to the obvious wet spot you'd both played a part in. He pulled away before reaching where you needed him most. 

You couldn't help but giggle at yet another click of the camera, biting your smile and turning to look at him again. The clunky camera in his hands slowly spit out another picture. He carefully caught the film between his middle and index fingers, and scooped up the first one that was still fading into view. Still on his knees, you watched him shuffle his way to your side and straddle over your waist. He leaned over, gently tossing the photos onto the bedside table before looking down at you. The voracious gleam in his eye let you know that he wasn't done, if the growing tent tightening his boxers didn't. It was hard to meet his gaze when it was right above you and begging for attention. You cupped your palm over him. "Would you like some help with that?" 

You had your answer when his free hand cupped over yours. He humped himself against your palm, groaning. Impatiently, you pulled down his last bit of clothing, just enough for his cock to spring into your hand. You shimmied and sat up a little to reach him, flattening your tongue to the base of his shaft and licking a stripe to his tip, trailing over a prominent vein as you went. You suckled the underside of his head, feeling a warm drip of precum trickle over your lip. It left a thin string when you pulled away. You licked over your lips and followed the trail to his slit, his salty taste invading your tongue. He moaned at the long stroke you gave him before finally taking his frustrated red tip past your lips. You barely bobbed your head, only sucking the head of his cock in and out of your mouth. He hummed another moan as you tilted your head. You parted your lips with a smirk, purposefully giving him a good view of your tongue flicking over his leaking slit. Your grin only grew wider with the flash of light above you, at Tony taking quick advantage of the scene you were giving him. You could hear the film skidding across the wooden nightstand to join the others. 

Fingers threaded through your hair as you took him further, but instead of encouraging you further, a grip pulled you off of him. 

"Fuck, baby, get up here," he panted. You eagerly complied, drawing your legs out from under him and sitting up, pressed between him and the headboard. The hand behind you brought you closer, lips roughly meeting yours and his tongue darting over yours for a quick taste. You moaned into his mouth, the only other noise in the room besides the wet smacking of your makeout. His cock jumped against your thigh, begging for your attention again. It was his turn to moan into your mouth when you stroked down his length. You took the opportunity of the broken kiss to nip at his jaw. He lifted his chin and turned his head, giving you more room to work with when you drifted down his throat. He swallowed hard under your kiss, cock throbbing in your hand. 

"Fuck, I want you in front of the mirror," he suddenly declared, thinking out loud about whatever he'd been staring at while you were busy being buried in his neck. Whatever he'd been staring at was the full-length mirror that lay propped against the wall, near the foot of his bed. 

"Might wanna turn off the flash for that," you sang quietly, leaving him with a wet kiss below his ear. You made your way to the mirror and sat at the edge of the bed in front of it. You quickly slipped out of your underwear and tossed it to the side. Glancing back, Tony had already done the same, walking around the bed to you. He clambered his way behind you, cock in hand, and sitting up on his knees behind you. He looked down at you expectantly, waiting for you to join him. 

You twisted around, drawing your legs back onto the mattress with his lead. Back to him, you sat up too. One arm made its way around you, trapping you against him. You carefully watched his reflection, the view of him holding you from behind and mouthing his way along your shoulder had you as impatient as the hard-on pressed to your ass. You rolled your head back against his shoulder, relaxing into the lips that were much more gentle this time. The arm over your waist drifted down. A strong hand gripped the inside of your thigh, urging you to spread for him again. You held onto him for leverage, straining to get your legs around his and leaning into him with a stretch. His hand left your thigh when you found the position he wanted you in, snaking down your back. You were well-rewarded when he pushed his cock between your legs. 

You sighed at the feeling of him sliding through your folds, thick head bumping your swollen clit. You reached down to slide your fingers along the underside of his length, holding him closer and grinding with his thrusts. A low, throaty moan from him had you clenching around nothing. He gave your shoulder a rather enthusiastic bite and your hip a hard squeeze before shooing your hand away. You kept your eyes on the mirror, lifting your hips a little to help him as he guided his cock to your entrance. His head easily popped into you, making you go stiff against him and rolling your hips needily. He didn't make you wait. 

His hand retreated back to squeeze your hip, leverage for him to start thrusting into you. He instantly found that sweet spot, tip digging in with each short stroke and sending bolts of pleasure through your throbbing walls. Your already strained legs were quickly sent trembling at trying to keep up. With a low wail, you tossed your head back against his shoulder, turning cheek to moan into his ear. You couldn't help but close your eyes, heavy again from the pressure building in your core. 

At this point, the shuttering clicks of the camera were enough to make you want to close your legs and cum. He stopped for a moment to capture the moment, groaning a fuck when you constricted hard around him and pushing into you as deep as he could. He curled into you, arching his back a little and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he sped up the pace. You hook a hand around the back of his neck, carding your fingers through the soft curls there and moaning with him in both pleasure and frustration. He couldn't quite tap that spot deep inside you, so close to bottoming out and yet so far. Somehow it was enjoyable, tortuous and tantalizing. The feeling kept your soft walls nearly too tight around his hard length and so close to the edge that every shortfalling stroke kept adding to your ballooning pleasure that never seemed to pop.

"Look in the mirror for me." Tony's whisper was muffled. You felt him shift from your neck, chin resting on your shoulder. He took your pitiful whine as protest. The grip on your hip was just as harsh around your throat. You didn't need a tug to tell you twice, eyes at attention and resting your head sweetly against his to hold yourself up. "Watch how good I fuck you," he growled into your skin, hand flexing around your pulse. It was a view you'd never had the privilege of seeing. Getting to see your tits bounce with every hard thrust and cock glistening from gathering your wet arousal. You met the reflection of dark eyes that hadn't left yours, smiling goofily at the blushing cheek that squished against yours. You couldn't say that the pair in the mirror didn't look good together. With Tony's hand around your throat and yours anchored around his neck, the dynamic was rather obvious. 

He turned just enough to nip at your jaw, eyes still drinking in your reflection. With his thumb stretched to the button and camera nestled in his hand, he once again slowed to a stop, wet cock nearly pulling out of you. Only after the approval of the camera's mechanical clicking did he eagerly bury himself back into you. Both arms wrapped around you now, no longer interested in chasing after the next photo, but instead in chasing after your release. Teeth bit into your neck, holding you down in any way he could as he desperately fucked into you. Just as desperate, you reach down to touch yourself, fingers brushing his dick as you circled your clit. It was all you needed to finally find release, tensing up and letting your legs squeeze together. You kept a firm press on your nub, humming a lengthy moan and cumming in waves around him. Tony's thrusting stopped altogether, hot breath fanning against your neck in the form of a moan. You nearly milked his own orgasm from him, but e had other plans, abruptly forcing his way out of you and smearing the warmth of your release along the insides of your thighs as he went. 

"I want you to lay down," he gave you another command, panting and voice strained. He was already on it, gently pushing you down right where you were with protective arms and a hand brushing at a few loose strands of your hair. You rolled to your back, shakey legs once again being spread so he could settle between them. He couldn't give you a break if he tried, you thought. 

You braced yourself when that fever-hot tip teased around your hole, but instead, he thrust his cock through your folds again. The camera was now discarded somewhere at your side, as both hands gripped at your thighs. He stroked himself with your pussy, pistoning hips sending rubbing him harshly over your overstimulated clit. Your legs closed around his waist, unable to shut him out and jolting hips only grinding you against him more. You reached for his wrist as another orgasm tore through you, barely able to cry out his name. All your squirming and sobbing was enough to send him, grunting as he finally came with you. 

The first white rope of cum splashed warmly over your stomach with another long stroke over your clit. He kept his next thrusts short, grinding the underside of his head over your nub. You could feel him throbbing against you with each spill. Hot cum pooled over your clit and dripped through your folds, mixing with your release over your slit. He finally stilled, observing over the white mess that clung to him as he pulled away. His mouth agape in a silent moan, he reached for the camera. You moaned at the thought, and the camera hummed in pleasure at the sight, taking in your creamed pussy and eagerly spitting out the results. The duo was tossed to your side, but you didn't have much time to look before something else just as warm and wet lapped up the trail of cum on your stomach. 

"Oh, god, Tony~" you nearly sobbed, unprepared for the tongue that mercilessly licked over your clit. He thoroughly licked the cum from your folds, torturing your abused nub as he went and lapping at your entrance. You could hear him practically sucking your mixed fluids into his mouth, tongue digging in for more. You shakily reached for the camera at your side, your own ideas popping into your head. Your moment came when he came back up to suck at your clit, fucked-out eyes raising to meet yours. He smirked into you and mockingly tilted his head a little at the sight of the lens aiming for him. For once, he didn't seem to mind that you were taking his picture, buried between your thighs. 

At the shutter, he finally left you alone, taking it as his cue. It was a little disappointing, even with the exhaustion in your core. Tony made his way out of your enclosed legs, stepping off the bed and picking a few scattered photos from the sheets to join the pile on his nightstand. The brand new photo of him fell onto your chest. You tossed in with the others. A few were finally faded in, but you didn't have the strength to reach over and sift through. Rubbing your thighs together, you shivered at how wet you felt, and trembled from the night's strain. 

You bit your lip when you noticed Tony snatching your panties from the floor, using them to wipe the sticky releases from his dick as he stumbled to his side of the bed, throwing them back to the floor. He fell into his spot, looking pleased with himself. He rolled onto his stomach while you played with the camera on your chest, taking count of the films next to you. You looked over at him, smiling softly. 

"There's still one left," you said suggestively, knowing damn well neither of you ad anything suggestive left at the moment. He groaned tiredly, eyes closing as he shuffled his way to your side. He threw an arm over you, nuzzling his way under your chin with a satisfied huff. With a kiss to his hair, you raised the Polaroid one last time before setting it on the edge of the nightstand, as far as you were able to reach. 

If you had known the perverse thoughts that would've been running through that pretty head of his, you would have picked one of these up sooner. 

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[tonysslut]

Imagine young Tony eating out his girl while she wears his MIT sweater because seeing her in his clothes really drives him crazyyy

yes yes yes yes

warnings: oral (female receiving)

you'd been waiting for him at the apartment all day, purposing wearing his sweater and those thigh high socks that drive him absolutely insane.

he's on you before you even get a chance to greet him, leading you into a feverish kiss. his hands are everywhere, in your hair, cupping your jaw, palming your breasts, but they freeze when he reaches under the oversized sweater and realizes you have no panties on.

every step he takes forward makes you take a step back until the back of your knees hit the sofa, causing you to fall back onto the plush cushions.

his dark, hungry eyes lock with yours as he spreads your legs. a shiver running up your spine as the cool air hits your bare cunt.

"such a pretty little pussy." he murmurs as he runs two fingers through your wet folds. a soft moan slipping past your lips when he bumps your clit.

pushing your legs to your chest, he dives in. licking from your puckered hole up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers trace your entrance before sinking them into you.

you're a blabbering, whining mess as he eats you out. hand tugging on his hair, trying to push him closer as you grind on his face. he only pulls away to catch his breath, his nose and chin glimmering with your arousal.

"i only want you wearing my clothes from now on." he says against your thigh, gently biting the soft flesh.

"yes, yes. whatever you want." you moan out, mouth falling agape as his fingers curl up inside you.

"good girl." he smirks before sucking your clit into his mouth.

between his tongue and fingers, it doesn't take much longer for your release to wash over you. thighs enclosing are tony's head as he drinks up your arousal. languidly thrusting his fingers inside you to prolong your high.

he finally pulls away when you cry out at how sensitive you are.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Eager to please

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ explicit smut, Tony being a puppy. Sub! Tony?

Word count: 800ish?

Tony Stark Masterlist

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Tony placed a fourth cup of coffee next to your computer, glancing at your eyes which were glued to the glaring white screen, focused on the task at hand while your shoulders were drooped in exhaustion.

“I know it’s rich coming from me but, you need to go easy on the coffee, babe. And you probably should think about sleep.”

He kept his voice soft, moving behind you to place his hands on your shoulders, trying to work the knots out. After a few moments, you actually registered Tony’s gentle touch on your back while your mind was still preoccupied with the files open in front of you.

“That’s great honey, thanks.” You murmured monotonously, never taking your eyes off the screen as your already trembling fingers reached for the mug of coffee.

Before the hot liquid could touch your lips, your chair was swivelled away from your computer, making you come face to face with your worried boyfriend.

“Alright time out, Y/N. Give yourself a break, I’m sure this can wait—”

“It really cannot! I have a deadline, leave me alone!” Your voice was harsher than you meant it to be, regretting yelling at Tony as instantly you turned back around.

Sighing, Tony crouched to your level behind you, gently exposing your neck to him to place a soft kiss against your skin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like—”

Your apology was cut short as Tony continued to caress your skin with his soft lips, kissing up the side of your neck and behind your ear.

“Shh..it’s okay. I know what stress on steroids looks like. You know I’m worse.” He murmured, sensing a smile on your face that mirrored his, making you melt against him.

You let him massage your shoulders, relaxing your tight muscles for a brief moment before work demanded your attention again.

“I really need to get this done, I’m sorry.”

Tony simply hummed in reply, leaving you be after a final kiss against your temple. You had been ignoring him for the past few days, not intentionally, never, but work had taken over so much of your time, it was filling you with equal parts regret and stress.

It wouldn’t be Tony Stark if he weren’t upto something always, your concentration was broken yet again when he got under the table in front of you, his big brown eyes full of mischief.

Splaying his hands on your thighs, he coaxed your legs open, shuffling ahead on his knees as he littered your inner thigh with small kisses and nips.

“Puppy…” you shot him a warning look, shaking your head when he gave you a wink in return. The pet name you had for him only spurred him on.

“Give me five minutes?”

There wasn’t a soul on the planet who could resist Tony Stark’s pleading eyes. You were no exception. Watching as he slotted himself between your legs, making your sleep shirt ride up while toying with the fabric of your panties before sliding them aside.

“Looks like someone’s been wanting this…”

He teased your folds open, smirking as slick gathered on his fingers.

“Tony I swear to God—”

Yet again, you had to swallow the rest of your words as Tony dove nose first into your core, latching onto your bundle of nerves without warning and eliciting a gasp from you.

Holding your thighs in his arms, he pulled you forward and wasted no time in delving his tongue through your folds, imploring you to give in to his caresses.

Your head rolled back as his tongue teased at your entrance, keeping your core exposed to him with his deft fingers.

The visual itself was enough to make you come; Tony Stark on his knees with your legs resting on his shoulders, mouth glistening with your arousal as he focusing on bringing you pleasure, moaning softly.

“Look at you baby…making me feel so good.” your fingers found purchase in his soft, fluffy hair, using it to grip and push yourself impossibly closer to his wicked mouth. The man let out a muffled grunt to your praise, opening those doe eyes to gaze up at you before getting back to work like the good boy he was.

You began rocking your hips against his face, his nose rubbed against your clit as he ate you out expertly, drawing out sinful moans and cries from your lips.

All of your pent up stress gladly travelled down to your belly, tightening up in a coil that wound with every lick and nudge. The muscles in your legs twitched as Tony continued his assault.

“I’m not going to last, Tony.” You murmured, steering his face the way you pleased while he happily obliged, letting you use him like your personal toy.

Readjusting his position, his fingers teased your folds, mouth latching onto your clit once again before intruding your entrance, slow at first, moving them in a ‘come hither’ motion. 

You sighed as his finger stretched your walls, letting you know how much they had missed him. Adding another finger, Tony ran his tongue in circles around your clitoris, making your heart beat wildly around it as all blood travelled towards your core.

Your orgasm wasn’t far away as you felt your legs tremble, belly tightening before the coil finally snapped and you came.

The man relentlessly drove his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm and making way for another one that quickly approached. Your face was flushed as was your body as you tugged on his hair with both your hands now, unsure if you were pushing him away or pulling his face closer.

Your heels dug into his back as you wriggled, crying out in pleasure when Tony added a third finger, the dirty and sinful squelching of your arousal sounded through the room combined with your moans.

It felt as though every cell in your body was alive as you came for the second time that night, harder than you remembered you had in the past. Arousal gushed to your core as your walls fluttered and spasmed around Tony’s fingers, soaking them and the chair.

Your bundle of nerves echoed your erratic heartbeat as your mind slowly floated back to reality; still out of breath as a dopey smile formed on your face.

It was everything you needed in the moment, a time out, a distraction. And your boyfriend knew just the right tricks.

“You should be illegal, Tony Stark.” You sighed happily, giggling as he crawled back up to meet you halfway for a kiss.

“How many orgasms is it going to take to get you to come to bed, Miss Y/L/N?” He smirked against your lips, pleased at how relaxed your body felt as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Hmm…just maybe couple more? I’m sure he wants it.” You smirked back, palming his erect cock through his pants.

“You know I’m eager to please.”

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[timelessstardust99]

My Beautiful Asgardian Girlfriend | Loki x Fem! Reader

Note: Loki is canonically Gender fluid both in the MCU and In Norse Mythology, and we don't really get to see it in the MCU universe, so here is some Genderfluid Loki content. He's also canonically Bisexual as well, so yay! Also, the reader, even when Loki is in his male form, is still taller than him.

Pairing: Loki x Female! Reader (The Reader is hyperactive and very social whilst Loki is very anti-social. The Reader is also Midgardian and the Younger sister of Tony.)

Characters: Tony, Pepper, Loki, Thor, & Reader

Warning: None

Just some fluffy wholesome moments with our very dramatic goddess 😍

Loki nervously fiddled with her fingers. She was pacing inside of hers and Y/N shared room in Stark Tower. This was the first time she had shape shifted into one of her older forms from her time on Asgard. She knew her older brother would always love her for being herself, but what would the Avengers think? Especially her outgoing and fun loving girlfriend. Y/N didn't know she could shape shift into a woman, surely the younger Stark wouldn't just leave her, right? Just because she was showing this side of her?

The young Asgardian jumped when she heard a knock on their door, then Thor's voice came through, "Brother, are you up?" Thor spoke, opening the door and peaking his head in, to see the nervous being in the middle of the room. Thor's eyes made contact with his sisters and he grinned. "Sister! It has been a long time since I saw this form!" Thor said, walking in, the grin still on his face. Loki gave him a small shy smile, Thor frowned. "Are you alright Sister?" He asked. Loki sighed.

"This is the first time I've been in this form on Midgard Brother," Loki's soft and silky voice met Thor's ears. He missed his sister's calming voice. "And you and I know Midgardian's aren't as accepting of this. What if the others judge me? What if Y/N judges me?" Loki voiced her concerns, tugging at the hem of her green knitted sweater Y/N and Pepper had made her years ago. Thor put his giant hand on the younger beings shoulder, causing Loki to look up at him with those big puppy dog eyes. Somehow she looks so much more innocent in this form.

"Do not fret sister, I'm positive the others will not judge you. After everything we have been through, I'm sure they'd be accepting of you. Especially Y/N. She loves you." Thor reassured his sister, who looked as though she was about to cry at his words. Loki was lucky to have a brother like him, even if they were adopted, Thor treated Loki the same after everything she had put him through. Loki went forwards and hugged her brother tightly, his arms wrapping around her in a protective manner, his lips kissing the top of her hair. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment she was having with her older brother.

Thor pulled away, holding her by her shoulders as he grins down at the small woman, who smiled up at him. "Now, let's go and see everyone! I'm sure they'd love to see you today sister!" He exclaimed with happiness, grabbing her hand and walking out of the room with Loki shouting in laughter at her brother's pure strength.

As the two siblings came to the part of Stark Tower where the others were located, the two stopped as they watched Y/N laughed with her older brother, Tony, as they were by the built in bar, both of them having drinks of their own. Loki watched them with a smile, Pepper was next to Tony, shaking her head at something Tony had said.

"I'm still shocked you and Loki had gotten together," was the sentence the two siblings heard, Loki's hand now pulled away from Thor's. Loki was confused on why she was put into the conversation. Y/N chuckled with a dreamy look.

"What can I say? He's the embodiment of perfect," Y/N admitted with a soft voice. Tony chuckled. Loki blushed at that.

"I'm sure he is, but he's not my type," Tony joked. Pepper smacked her partners shoulder with a laugh, Y/N laughed along with her.

Thor then cleared his voice, causing Loki's eyes to widen before she hid behind her brother's giant form. The two Stark's and Pepper looked over to him, Y/N grinning up at her best friend.

"Thor!" She exclaimed, waving at him.

"Hey point break, where's Reindeer Games?" Tony spoke, both siblings had the same dull expressions on their face. When would Tony ever stop calling them those stupid names? Thor shook those thoughts away and gave the two women and Tony a huge grin. He turned to Y/N who had gotten up from her seat next to her brother, confused on why Loki wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Yeah, where is Loki? Is he alright?" She asked in concern. Thor put one of his hands behind him, taking one of his sisters smaller hands into his larger one. Asking for permission to introduce her to them.

"Yes, she is alright Lady Y/N," That caught the three's attention. Y/N looked over towards her brother and soon to be sister in law, then back to Thor.

"She?" Y/N questioned, Thor merely grinned at her, squeezing his sister's hand, telling her it was alright to come out. Loki sighed, before peaking out from behind Thor, her longer messy raven locks cascading down her shoulders as her emerald green optics made contact with E/C's own eyes. Y/N's eyes widened in shock, looking at the woman before her. Tony, upon seeing the new form choked on his drink causing Pepper to pat his back.

"Are you okay Tony?" Pepper asked him, he nodded, trying to stop his coughing fit.

The two women stared at each other, one with curiosity and shock, the other with nervousness and fear. Y/N reached a hand out and stroked the others cheek with gentle touches, before moving closer. She looked over at Thor, who looked at the Midgardian and his sister with a smile.

"Lady Y/N, Lady Pepper, and Man of Iron," Thor used Tony's old nickname, causing Loki to stifle her laughter as Tony glared at him, still coughing and trying to regulate his breathing to normal, "meet, Lady Loki, my sister," Y/N turned to Loki in shock, before a grin formed on her lips.

"I forget how amazing you are Loki," She said, cupping the shorter female's cheek. She then turned to her brother and Pepper, "Look how fucking badass my Girlfriend is Tony," She exclaimed happily before wrapping her arms around Loki in a tight embrace, before looking over to Pepper, "You're badass too Peps, don't forget that!" She said.

Loki laughed at the affection, kissing the others cheek with shyness. Y/N grinned and kissed Loki all over her cheek, before holding her with an arm over her shoulders. "Now I know what we're going to do. Pepper and I are going to take Loki on a shopping spree to get her some new clothing for when she shifts to her female counterpart!" Loki stared at her in shock.

"Love, you don't --" She was cut off.

"Nuh-uh, this is what we're doing." Y/N didn't let her finish before walking towards Pepper so the two could change into day clothes for their trip to the mall. Loki looked at Tony, who went back to drinking his alcohol, he looked at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, you're not getting out of that Reindeer Games," He said. Loki was still waiting for Tony's judgment.

"Your... Okay with me looking like this?" Tony looked at her with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're comfortable right?" Loki nodded, "then I see no reason to judge you for being yourself. Anyways, I gotta get back to work. Have fun with my sister and Pepper, you're gonna need it," he chuckled, before exiting the room. Thor put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him.

"See, I told you, they wouldn't judge you Sister." Thor said, causing her to smile. This was the perfect outcome of finally coming out to Y/N and her family. They still viewed her the same.

I might make a part two to this, but not sure. How was it? Was it good? Hopefully I didn't make them ooc. These are also happy endings, nothing bad with Thanos happened in this. Everyone's happy.

#tony stark #stark tower #avengers tower #loki #lady loki #x reader #female reader #wlw tag #bisexual loki #genderfluid loki #genderfluid #shapshifter #loki goddess of mischief #loki god of mischief #love is love #pansexual reader #supportive girlfriend #brother sister bonding #Jane Foster x Thor #jane foster #alternate reality #tall reader #gxb #gxg #coming out

[nyxindustries]

After The Parents | Tony Stark

Fandom: Mcu(Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Tony Stark X reader, Tony stark x Female reader, Young Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do NOT Interact! Sexual Intercourse, Meeting Tony parents (Nice Maria and Howard) Aftercare, Slight praise kink, BREIF cum play( If you squint) Oral Play ( M receiving), explicit languages, explicit content.

| Part 1 | Masterlist |

Arriving outside of Tony Parent's house as you felt your nerves hit you like a truck.

Glancing over at Tony as he put the car in park and looks back at you.

“You’ll be okay. They are going to love you.” Tony says and you nod

“I'm nervous! Your dad is Howard Stark and you know I’m a massive fan of his work and industry.” You say quietly, Tony chuckles.

“Which makes you even more perfect, get my dad talking about his industry and what we do in class, get my mom talking about baking and anything else that’s not related to my father's business. You’ll be okay.” Tony says and you nod softly.

Seeing the front door open as your nerves hit you like a truck. Tony kisses you quickly as he got out of the car and places the keys in his pocket. Tony walks over to your side, opening the door like he usually does for you.

Getting out as you smile softly, “Thank you, Tony” you say, and he closes the door as he takes your hand.

“No need to say Thank you.” Tony says as you giggle, “watch it the steps here are a bit weird” Tony says as you then look up at the giant mansion they own. Gorgeous house, the scheme almost brings modern white and black for the time of the 90s.

Going up the steps carefully as you saw Maria and Howard Stark standing at the door with wide smiles. You made sure you came with the most beautiful dresses and the most covered-up dress you had. It was a black dress that came down to your knees, it was spaghetti, so you had a jacket to cover up your arms, and you wore small wedges and not heels. You put on simple jewelry with the help of Tony.

Smiling at his parents

“Oh, You must be Y/n!” His mother says and she smiles.

“I am. Mr. And Mrs. Stark!” You say, and they smile almost instantly.

“Please Y/n it’s Howard and Maria,” Howard says, and you nod.

“Of course.” You say as they walked inside and you and Tony followed behind.

“Beautiful home.” You say as Howard smiles

“Thank you! I invested a lot in my company and home to make my wife and son comfortable along with happiness.” Howard says.

“You’re doing a wonderful job, especially with your business, by the way, huge congratulations on getting that contract. I keep up with Stark Industries because I’m writing my Bachelor final on the impact you leave on the work, Mr.S-… Howard.” You say, and Howard turns to you.

“Why thank you. You are very knowledgeable then. We could use someone like you at Stark Industries. I heard you're getting into a path to get your Ph.D. too.” Howard says, and you nod.

“Yes, yes, I want to get my doctorate in Engineering and Physics, if anything, probably chemistry too. Hoping, one day, I could work at your company.” You say, and Howard nods with great respect at you.

“Well, I wish you all the best! You’ll be fine! I’ll help you with job searching and so will Tony if you get what I mean.” Howard says and you nod as Tony smiles. You just won Howard over, that’s for sure. You can see Maria smiling over at you, she likes you, but you haven’t won her over yet.

“Oh please! Enough with the business, let’s eat dinner! I made just enough for everyone.” Maria says as you guys walk into the dining room, which is a huge dining room with pictures and family portraits on one wall against the white wall with some gray decor too.

Seeing the food set out on a table as Tony walks up to a chair, pulling your chair out like he always does when you guys go to eat somewhere or even at home occasionally. Home means, you moved in with Tony two months ago after dating for about a couple of months now since the first wonderful date.

“Oh! You cook! I love cooking too, but I do love baking, but can never find the time with school and working as of right now.” You say, and Maria lit up.

“Yes! I love baking! I made some of my famous coconut cream pie for tonight. Not only that, but I hope you like coconut.”

“Like? No, I love it. It’s going to be delicious, I can tell.” You say and Maria laughs

“I like you already! Tony! You choose a good one!” Maria says and you smile more, turning red.

“Thank you, mom,” Tony says as he finally sits down with the rest of us as he took off his jacket.

“Mom, the food looks wonderful. “ Tony says and you nod.

“It does, and smells it too!” You say and everyone chuckled softly with you.

“Oh dig in!” Maria says as everyone began serving themselves, but Tony grabs your plate as you smile at him as he began serving you.

“You didn’t have to,” you say quietly and Tony chuckled

“Yeah or you would have been too shy to do so,” Tony says as he put the gravy on the mashed potatoes on your plate before placing it in front of you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly and Tony shakes his head

Maria and Howard watched the interaction as they look at each other, it reminded them of themselves when they were younger.

“So, Y/n what do your parents do? I mean they must be supportive of all of your big plans” Howard asks, and you sigh quietly as you look down for a moment

“My father is very supportive, he is the reason I am the way I am. My father is my whole world to me, He is a blue-collar worker, he’s a construction worker. Loves building things, he's always fixing something around our house.” You say with a soft smile, and Howard and Maria smile back.

“That’s wonderful, What about your mother?” Maria asks and you look at her.

“My mother died when I was 10, breast cancer… Before she got diagnosed, She was a nurse.” You say, and Howard sighs.

“I apologize for your loss.” They both say and you nod.

“Thank you,” you say and Howard nods as you all begin eating in silence.

“You mentioned work? What do you do besides school” Maria says

“I work at the hospital, Just an in-training clinical position, I help nurses take vitals and check people in and communicate with other staff, things like that.” You say and Maria smiles

“That’s lovely!” She says, and you giggle softly.

“Thank you!” You say and Tony smiled at you, but more as everyone began eating. The conversation carried on at the table until the end of dinner.

—

Helping clear the table with Maria as Tony and Howard went on to talk about the business part of Stark Industries.

“Here’s the rest of the plates from the table, Maria!” You say as you hand them to Maria as she cleans the rest of them.

Going back out as you cleared the rest of the hot sauce and whatnot and helped her put those away, then grab a rag and wipe the table clean.

“So, what made you interested in my son?” She asks as you chuckle, completely caught off guard by the question.

“Tony… he asked me first in the middle of a rainstorm with a rose. I don’t know at first I was never interested in him, then we worked together in school, then I didn't know I just fell in love with him. Then, when he asked to take me on a date all I could think is yes, yes he’s the perfect one for me, he’s gentle and kind, knows how to take care of me, and doesn’t stop at anything, he always motivates me to do better, and I do the way from him, I help him, and he helps me. We both put effort into this, and it’s both a 50/50 commitment we meet each other in the middle, it just works with each other. I just love him for that.” You say and Maria smiles at you.

“We'll, I’ll tell him he got a good girl!” She says, and you laugh as you help her dry the dishes

“Thank you! Thank you for the wonderful dinner and conversation. It’s been a pleasure meeting Howard and you. Thank you for having me in your home too!” You say full of gratitude as she nods.

“No sweetheart, it was my pleasure!” She says as the both of you finish the dishes.

“Let me show you pictures of when Tony was a baby! You're just going to love it!” Maria says as she leads you to the living room. Sitting down as she grabs a scrapbook, sitting down next to you as she opens it, to see baby pictures of Tony litter the first page.

“This is when I first gave birth to him, Howard was so excited but so nervous to be parenting,” Maria says, and you chuckle, flipping through the scrapbook.

“Oh! Look at this picture! He’s too cute.” You say as there’s a picture of him in the bathtub with a bucket on his head, and he’s playing with toys in the bath.

“Oh my god! This adorable, why does he have a bucket on his head though” You ask through your small fit of laughter with Maria.

“I know! So he was so tired in that picture, but I wouldn’t let him go to bed dirty from playing outside and he wanted the bucket on his head to feel like a superhero” Maria made you burst out laughing even more.

At that moment, Tony and Howard walked in with massive smiles and then Tony realized what you are looking for.

“Oh, mom! No!” Tony says, and you laugh

“Look at this adorable picture of you,” you say as Maria handed you the scrapbook, and you held it up to show him the bathtub picture.

Tony gets embarrassed as he sits down next to you and Howard laughs.

“Don’t embarrass our son, Maria,” Howard says and Maria smiles.

“I’m not! I’m just showing her cute photos of Tony!” Maria says as you give her the scrapbook, and she puts it away.

“Okay, who wants dessert?!” Maria alas and you look at Tony as he nods.

“Yes, I would love some,” you say, and Tony smile as he grabs your hand.

Howard began talking as Maria went into the kitchen, and began a big conversation about Tony and the baking Maria did.

—

Slowly getting up as Tony closes the conversation to get ready to leave. It’s about 11p.m. You have work and school tomorrow, while Tony has work at Stark Industries tomorrow.

“Bye mom and dad,” Tony says, hugging them tightly as you smile, then you feel Maria pull you into a hug.

“It was wonderful meeting you!” You say and Maria smiles.

“You are just remarkable, dear! I like you!” Maria says, and you laugh.

“Thank you, thank you so much for having me over. I quite enjoy it. Wonderful meeting you and Howard.” You say to Maria, who nods gracefully, as then you felt Howhug you.

“I have a feeling you’ll be around for a long while,” he says, and you laugh

“Thank you and I hope I am,” you say pulling away from him as Tony gave him his jacket since it was cold out tonight. Having the warmth of Tony's jacket and his hand in yours.

Walking down the steps of his parent's house as you turn and wave to them politely as Tony helps you into the car as he gets into waving his parents’ bye.

Tony starts up the car as you look at him with a huge smile.

“What?” He asks and you just shake your head.

“You have wonderful parents, I adore them” You say.

“Good because my parents really like you too!” Tony says and you smile

“I’m glad! I really did try my best to be a good girlfriend” you say as Tony begins driving, and he laughs.

“I know you were outstanding, baby girl” Tony says, and you chuckle softly as you lean over and kiss him softly on the cheek.

—

Arriving at home, as you sigh out in relief, you can finally take these shoes off.

Getting out of the car with Tony as he opens the door, and you smile at him.

“Home!” You say, and he chuckles with a nod as he locks the door, and you take your jacket off and your shoes immediately.

Feeling Tony pull you in from behind and his hands roam your body.

“Tony-…what are you doing?” You say, and he laughs in your ear as you feel him kiss your neck.

“You were just so incredible with my parents, and they liked you because you were sweet and innocent when I know you're not” he says, and you chuckle softly.

“Oh really? Am I not?” You say and Tony shakes his head as you walk him holding you to the kitchen to put the leftover, Maria insists you take home in the fridge.

Tony, still holding you as he began to massage your breast and your push forward on the kitchen counter.

“Tony, what are you all hot and bothered about?” You question

“You do and especially in that dress” he says, and you chuckle as you feel his hands run underneath your dress.

“Well, you're most certainly not going to fuck me on this counter now. Bed now” you whisper to him, playfully pushing him away from you. Going quickly upstairs as Tony chases you up, making you laugh.

Getting to the bedroom as you are already taking off your dress with a considerable smirk on your face, Tony watching you from the doorway as you throw the dress somewhere, just leaving you in panties and a bra.

Tony stripped his button-up shirt off as he pulls your half naked body into his as he kisses you passionately.

“You're just everything I ever wanted” he says, and you smile

“You're everything I want…” you say and as you push Tony onto the bed as you straddled him, kissing him more than Tony hand reaches behind you, undoing your bra quickly with one hand.

Kissing Tony as you slowly began going down, and Tony watches you with pure lust as began taking his pants off. Getting to his underwear as you saw his giant tent sticking up in your face causing you to lick your lips as you strip his underwear down and his cock sprung up at you.

Grabbing his cock firmly at the base as you put your mouth over his tip, and stroking his cock as you began bobbing your head more, making Tony groan out.

Sucking and licking his cock for a couple of moments as you move your hand from, start deepthroating his cock. Tony groans out more and more as his hand goes to your hair, pushing you down further as you begin gagging on him.

“Mm fuck baby, suck my cock just like that.” He says as he begins bobbing your head for you as you just up at him, letting him use your mouth like a toy.

Tony goes faster as you move your head now at the pace as he slowly lets go of your head to watch you, sucking Tony a lot faster as your tongue slides around all over his cock, teasing it especially when your tongue twirls around the tip, Tony favorite spot to feel your tongue on.

“Mm fuck, I’m going to come in that sweet little mouth of yours.” Tony says as he's thrusting his hips up making his cock hit the back of your throat, you took it the big girl you are.

Keeping your mouth on Tony as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth as you began sucking harder and Tony began cumming in your mouth.

Pulling your mouth away as you made sure you drain his cock with your mouth.

Looking up at him as he watched some of his ejaculate drip out of your mouth as you swallow the load in your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” Tony says as he grabs your face gently pulling you up, as flips you onto the bed, towering over you.

Placing himself at his entrance as you gasp, feeling him in you.

“Mhm fuck” you moan out as he began thrusting fast giving you no time to adjust or anything which you didn’t mind.

Moaning softly as you, he thrusts faster into your wet and tight pussy.

Staring up at Tony with full love and lust in your eyes as he stares back at you, thrusting harder in you.

“Fuck-Tony!” You moan out as he grabs you by the hips, thrusting harder as you felt his hand move up to your breasts and quickly flick at them, massage them with pleasure with one hand. Then, feeling his other hand go back down to your kiss as he began massaging your clit.

Getting louder as you rolled your hips from the pleasure. Grabbing the sheets in pleasure as then, Tony pulled you into your knees as he went on his knees, thrusting up into you.

Tony burying his face into your neck shoulder giving you kisses and hockey’s to have the next day, as your hand ran through his messy hair as you moaned into his ear, you began bouncing harder on him.

Your stomach swelling almost with pleasure as you and him picked up the pace greatly, knowing both of you guys are close, Tony feeling your pussy clench against his cock, making him groan.

“Fuck I’m going to come” you moan out, and he nods in response

“Me too” he says as he thrusts faster into, now dropping you into the bed, flipping you to your side as laid down next to you. Putting his cock in you quickly as he held your leg up and began thrusting into your side away. As you buried your face into a pillow to cover up your loud moans.

Tony grabs your face quickly as he looks at you, and you look back at him, kissing him.

“Fuck, let me hear those pretty little moans.” He says, and you couldn't say any words when Tony starts drilling into you, gripping you by the hips tightly and biting into your shoulder making you scream out in pleasure.

“FUCK! FUCK.” You scream as Tony smirks and without any warning you begin cumming all over his cock. Tony thrusts harder knowing your sensitive right now. You sure as hell was, your legs began shaking as thrusts got more sloppier and your moans got heavier. Reaching his orgasm even more

"Shit baby…I’m gonna cum in your sweet little pussy" he says in to your way

"Fuck yes please do! " you moan out as Tony did one final hard thrust into you, as he began cumming in you.

Tony groans into your ear as you smile softly in response, feeling his want cum in you.

"Oh fuck….that’s was so good" you say as Tony slowly pulls out of you with semi soft cock now.

"Yes it was…You can fool my parents but you can’t fool me. You are nowhere near innocent" he says as he slowly sits up, smacking your ass as look at your pussy , all the cum dripping.

Tony putting a finger in, making you moan softly as his finger got covered in cum and yours.

Tony brings up as he holds your chin and mouth open, sticking your tongue out as wrap your mouth around his cum covered finger.

"Yeah baby taste me and you mixed in together." He says as he watches you slurp it all up. Tony gives you a hard final smack to your clit, making you jump in pleasure.

"Let’s go take a shower" he says as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, your eyes following him with a smile as you slowly get up to follow him.

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